Shift of Paradigm Pt. 01

I began to remember all of the details. Usually the memories of a dream fade very quickly, if remembered at all. But I had lost not one bit of the whole event. I saw everything.

I knew it was a dream. But it was so real, so vivid. I couldn't separate fantasy from reality. Maybe it had been real. I thought could taste pussy on my lips. My cunt felt well used. What the hell happened?

I wasn't in a brilliant white hallway. I wasn't surrounded by lesbian mothers and daughters copulating like minks. I wasn't fucking my daughter. I was in my own bed. I was alone.

I was exhausted. I felt like I hadn't slept at all. I was covered with a sheen of sweat and I could swear I smell sex. Maybe it was just my own arousal. I swung my feet over the bed and got up to take a shower. I had to get my head clear. Coffee. That's what I needed, coffee.

I started a pot while waiting for the shower to warm up. It took a long time for the heated water in the boiler to get here from the basement. I striped off my night clothes and got nude. The warmth was delicious. I scrubbed away the sweat and smell. It felt so good.

I turned off the water, stepped out and dried myself. I changed into my professional clothes and got ready to leave for work. Breakfast was drive-thru on the way. I was a top attorney with a prestigious firm. I was about to make partner.

I thought about all of those mothers in my dreams. I made the connection that every one of them was wealthy by some means or other, or had very high salary paychecks like mine. They were all in the upper tiers of society.

That is what connected them and where I knew them. Charity functions, exclusive parties and the like. Recently I had begun to move in those circles, invited to those places. My new circle of friends were from a different world than my former life.

Success, money and power were an attraction all their own. Birds of a feather flock together. And the rich and powerful hung out with the rich and powerful. It was like an eternal feedback loop that reinforced itself, growing ever stronger until one was consumed by the noise.

It overwhelmed you and drew you in until nothing of the old life remained. Old relationships, old friends just weren't relevant anymore. Yes, we would still chat, but less and less frequently as the new life took up increasingly more time.

I arrived at work still plagued by the remainders of the dream. I had to put it out of my mind. I had major cases to deal with, important projects and lawsuits. Court filings, deadlines, meeting with clients, the firm's partners, all demanded my attention. Focus, Emily, focus!

I got through the day, successfully completing the tasks for which I was highly paid. It wasn't enough just to go through the motions, I had to win. That's what kept me on top and in the money.

I was breaking the barrier into the realms of those who lived in the thin air, those at the top. The view was breathtaking. And the rules were different. We always talk equality, but it has always been pure bullshit. Every society has always had its elite. Those who really controlled things. Those who did what they wanted and were able to get away with it.

They wrote one set of rules for the little people and another set for themselves. They controlled the politics, the banks, the courts, the Media. Stories about what happened at these levels never made the news. It just wasn't done. And if things were getting out of line, there was pressure brought to bear. The old club took care of its own.

Even what was supposed to be the most egalitarian society ever, Communist Russia, had a ruling oligarchy that had simply replaced the one it slaughtered. But it was nothing unique to them. Communism, socialism, hippie communes were all bullshit. Capitalism may have its problems, but at least we told the truth about what we wanted. Wealth, power, sex.

And love. I wanted love. I thought I found it when I married Bernard. We had a child. It was supposed to be the Fairy Tale, but it all blew up. I had been alone for a long time. Occasionally, I had sex with a real live person, but it was just that; sex. Casual.

Pretending interest in relationships, but neither one really caring. The lies just soothed the way, but it was empty. Temporary satisfaction at best. Not any better, and lots of times worse than my usual sex partners; toys bought discretely on line. Oh boy, did they treat me right!

Most of the men were just looking for a vagina to masturbate in. A set of tits to turn them on. Honestly, most of them would have fucked mud if they had gotten it to move around a little. The only real relationships I had were with women. I wanted cock, but mostly, it just wasn't worth the price.

I finished up a long day. That, on top of waking up exhausted to begin with, made me just want to go home and sleep, but that crazy dream last night just was not going to let me. I had put it out of my mind during work, but thoughts about it came roaring back. Scenes from the dream were popping up in flashback mode.

Why would I dream about sex with my daughter? True, she was my closest relationship, not just blood, but as a person. I had a best friend in Mary Beth, but Linda was my family. We had always been close, especially after Captain Bernard steered the Titanic into multiple ice bergs. I loved spending time with her. We would snuggle under a blanket on the couch as we watched Bogie and Bacall, Tracy and Hepburn, crying together as the credits rolled. We went to candle lit restaurants, laughed, giggled, held each other close.

We talked about everything, including boys. I would include the word men, but I am not sure I had ever had a relationship with one. Those I had been with were just boys grown older. She was mostly honest about her sex life, including that on occasions she had been with women. Sometimes as a couple, sometimes as more than. Lately though, she had stopped talking about that aspect of her life. Despite her apparent openness, I always felt like there were some things she never told me.

She dragged out of me that my college experiences included some "deviant" behaviors. Everybody experiments in college. What else is it for? I had been with a few girls. One year, I had a roommate and we had sex more than a few times. But that didn't make me a lesbian. Just like letting a lover tie me to the bed once didn't make me into bondage. They were just forays into the unknown in order to experience all that life had to offer.

She had grown up and moved on with her life as children should. She had her own apartment, her own career. She was tough and aggressive and moving up fast. Her mind was razor sharp and she knew how to apply it to her advantage. She knew what she wanted and would do whatever she needed to do in order to get it. She had inherited that from me. I admired her more than anyone else I knew.

I missed her terribly. In the evening quiet of my home, my heart ached for her. I was so lonely without her. I had no idea it would be this bad when she had finally moved out. I loved her so much. I missed her touch. Could it be true? Could I be in love with my own daughter?

Over the next few weeks, I continued to think about the dream. It was absurd to think of all those mothers and daughters as lovers. It was impossible. I had never seen any evidence of that kind of behavior. But there was a nagging thought that kept rattling around in my brain. You see what you expect to see.

If something is not on your list of possible explanations for any given action, then you will never interpret an action in that way. Incest had never in a million years been on my list of possible explanations for any action between any mother and daughter that I knew. Not that it was not a theoretical possibility, just that I was completely convinced that it could never happen in my world. But the dream put a crack in that dike.

I began to more closely observe what I took to be mothers and daughters. Some of the couples may have been just friends, or maybe more than friends. I had no way of knowing, couldn't be sure if they were related or not. Then there were others whom I knew were related. They were the ones I studied, everyone else could be the control group. Not scientific, but it was the best I could do.

At first I really did not see anything that I considered to be sexual. But gradually I learned to make subtle distinctions. Things that the casual observer would likely not notice or would, as I always had, slough off as nothing; a quick brush against a breast, a kiss held just a little too long. Was that a bit of tongue? A hand that slid down to an ass for a quick squeeze. Never anything that fired up the flashing neon "Lesbo" sign, but it was still there.

I remember when I was in college I bought an old car that some considered a classic. Lots of people restored them. It meant that everything ever made for that car, every part, was still available. I didn't care about any of that, I just needed something that worked.

My mom told me that I was crazy for buying an "old junker" as she called it. She told me that it was going to be hard to find people who knew how to work on it and the parts would be impossible to find. I bought it anyway because I knew that I was getting reliable transportation cheap. After about a month she called me.

"Those damn things are everywhere! I see five or six of them on the road every day. Where did they all come from?"

Of course, they had been there all the time, she just wasn't looking for them. Once she knew what to look for, they were indeed, everywhere. So was lesbian incest. I thought my brain was going to explode.

This dream thing was driving me crazy. I still questioned if what I thought I was seeing, was really what I was actually seeing. Was it reality or was I delusional? I had to talk to someone, maybe my best friend could help me sort it out.

Mary Beth was a great friend. We had a lot in common. We were about the same age, had similar interest, liked to party on occasion. She had recently been made a Regional Vice President of a large national bank. That was her company's title for the executive in charge of a multistate area. Big bucks and lots of authority. We were both breaking into the big time.

She was a rising star in the banking world. She was tough as nails, aggressive and would never take 'no' for an answer. Employees were intimidated. The President of the company was intimidated. Hell, the Board of Directors was intimidated, Competitors hated her. She rolled through them like Sherman through Georgia.

We met for drinks. It was a quiet place where we could talk. I arrived first and when she walked in I could she was wearing that dress I hated. She look absolutely stunning. It hugged her beautiful body like it was painted on. It was a power dress, not business power, sex power. The thin material licked her ample bosom and showed off a lot of deep cleavage. You could see every bump of her areola and hard nipples. I saw barbells. Shit! She had pierced her nipples.

Every time she wore that damn thing guys walked into walls. They wrecked their cars if she was on the sidewalk. They drooled. Lesbians hit on her. It was not the professional dress of an executive, it was pure sex bomb.

Why did she only wear stuff like this when she went out with me? It never really bothered me before, it was just always annoying having to deal with all of the reactions. Not that Mary Beth did anything to cause them, she created the entire circus just by existing.

"OK, I can tell you have something on you mind. Out with it." As she spoke, she leaned down and her breasts pressed onto her arms that were on the table. It caused them to bulge up and expose more of the cleft. I was afraid they were going to fall out of the dress. I couldn't take my eyes off of them. They were mesmerizing.

The sex charged atmosphere I was living in was driving me to distraction. Just thinking about the dream and observing all of the sexual interaction between females had me wound up and a bit frustrated. These tits weren't helping anything at all. I had to stop ogling them.

"Something wrong, Baby?" Damn straight something was wrong! My brain was wrong. My libido was wrong. I was getting wet. I wasn't going to be able to talk to her if she was getting to me like she did all of the guys.

I pushed the thoughts out of my mind and began to tell her about the dream. I told her everything about the dark, the light, the hallway. I describe the couples, particularly noting my shock when I realized that they were all mothers and daughters engaging in incest. I hesitated to tell her the end.

"Come on, Doll. You saving the best for last?"

"I don't want to tell you this part. It's completely crazy and embarrassing. I saw you and Rebecca at the last door. The two of you were making out hot and heavy. But there was a third person hiding behind you. You left Rebecca and started in with me. Now I could see that the third was Linda. She and Rebecca were doing it in the corner."

I recounted everything that we had said to each other in the dream.

"So what happened?"

"All four of us went into the room. We each had sex with both girls."

"You fucked your daughter?"

"Yes, just like you said I would."

"And you fucked my daughter? You had incestuous sex with your own daughter and did my daughter also?"

"Yes, you did the same. And now I have been driving myself crazy trying to figure out if what I think I am seeing with all of these women and girls is real. I am losing my mind. What do you think it all is?"

"I think it's an invitation."

Coming: Invitation