Hairdresser, Part 4 – Dreaming

by Anokil, edited by Cherry

I woke up in the morning. The sun was shining into the room, warming my back.

What a nice way to wake up. Normally I would have grabbed my pillow to have something to cuddle with, but not this morning. I didn’t need the pillow.

I cuddled up against the warm body that was lying next to me. One of my arms was under her head and the other I had wrapped around her, my hand on her soft breast. She had grabbed my arm and was pulling it tight against her.

I dug my nose into her hair and tried to keep the thin sheet of sleep over me. I like it being half asleep and half awake. Asleep enough to dream, but awake enough to steer my dreams by will.

I started to think about last night. How did all this happen? How did we end up in my bed together?

Oh, yes, I had shaved her, again. I had offered free massages as bait.

And then I had ended up licking her. I let my dream take over a bit more, so that I could see myself with my head right between her legs, I could even taste her, feel her pussy on my tongue. I could see her enjoying it, could hear her moans.

My dream jumped a bit forward, though I would have liked to enjoy her some more – once again.

I saw myself getting my payment, a nice hug from her. I could see both of us from the side, hugging each other tightly. I could see that my mouth was still messy with her juices. And I could see her cute naked butt. She still hadn’t put her panties back on.

The next moment she loosened her embrace.

“And here is your tip,” I heard her say.

My dream switched to slow motion. I saw her eyes once again. The sparks in her eyes, the tenderness. I saw her face getting closer to mine. My dream camera slid sideways, so that I could see me too.

Her face still came closer to mine. Our eyes shut in slow motion, but we never lost eye contact.

I heard electricity start to crackle a second before our eyes were completely closed, a second before our lips met. A bright light surrounded the two of us.

Then we exploded.

My dream had ended. I woke up again.

I wanted to get back to my dream! I didn’t want to wake up!

But I calmed down the next second. It was Claudia who had woken me up. She was still asleep, she had just turned herself, now facing me, cuddled up into a ball and as close to me as possible.

As I saw her cute sleepy face I couldn’t be mad at her for waking me up, interrupting my dream.

I smiled at her face and leaned over to give her a kiss on the forehead.

She grimaced, mumbled something in her sleep and tried to cuddle up even closer to me.

I grinned. Maybe she thought that my kiss was just a fly bothering her sleep.

I watched her a while, but then tried to get back to sleep, back to my dream.

I saw us kissing again. Mhhh, her soft lips, her slippery tongue.

“I want you, mom!”

I wanted to open my mouth to say something, but I couldn’t. It was too dry.

But yesterday I could.

What had I answered? Ah, yes. “I want you too, baby!”

I could clearly remember how horny I had been, aroused to the tips of my hair. I had wanted her so much.

My dream camera now showed us from above.

She was smiling at me and I was smiling back.

I took her hand. No, I just touched it. She then took my hand.

We stood there, hand in hand, just smiling at each other. I remembered how I wanted my legs to move, but how they refused to obey me. I had tried to persuade them to move, to take her with me to my bedroom.

But we had just stood there, smiling at each other, holding our hands and feeling our lust rise higher and higher.

Finally I could see my legs move. I could clearly remember how relieved I had been. I saw her smile getting brighter, I saw, and remembered, my smile getting brighter, too.

I grabbed her hand tighter. My legs were finally doing what they should and I pulled her with me.

I heard her giggling right behind me as we rushed the short way to my bedroom.

Yes, she had been giggling yesterday, too. And I had been giggling, just like a little girl.

We didn’t stop at my bed. We just kept moving forward, letting us fall onto the bed, transforming our movements into a little cuddly fight. We were rolling around on my bed, cuddling and hugging each other, giggling like mad.

But then we stopped abruptly. She was looking deep into my eyes. She did it just for a brief second, but it was like a small eternity for me.

I could feel her lips again against mine. We were kissing again, deeply and passionately. I was lying under her, feeling her up while kissing. My hand grabbed her little butt and I pulled her close against me.

She shot up and sat on my hips, grasping for air. Then she pulled her shirt over her head and with a lusty smile on her face she opened the clasp of her bra.

“No,” I saw my mouth saying. I pushed her hands away from her bra. I wanted to take it off. She moved her shoulders forward to drop the straps off her shoulders. Slowly my hands loosened the thin fabric from her boobs. I felt my heart stop for a second.

“Do you like them?” she had asked. Oh, what a question. Of course I liked them. Her boobs looked so nice, firm and delicious. I didn’t dare to touch them at first as I feared I may break them just like a beautiful crystal sculpture. I laid my hands on her hips and moved them upwards. She pushed her chest proudly forward. My hands stopped right under her boobs. I waited a second, but then she took my hands and led them up to her beautiful breasts. Mhhh, I remembered how soft they felt. Her soft warm flesh and the tiny but hard nipples. I raised myself up and kissed her boobs. I kissed them carefully, kissed her nipples and licked them.

She took my head in her hands and pulled it up, smiled at me, then kissed me again.

I had felt a question come up in me. I had to press it out. It was so nasty. “I want to lick you again, baby!”

She grinned and let herself fall backwards onto the bed, spreading her legs wide.

I was between her legs in an instant. I slurped up her juices, letting her sweet taste and her odour bring me to paradise.

I just feasted on her pussy until she came again. She had to stop me, had to pull my mouth away from her, or else I would have eaten her up alive.

“Mom,” she had said breathlessly. “Mom, tell me how to do it! I want to do it to you, too!”

Her face had been red from her excitement, but I noticed that she got even redder because she felt a bit uncomfortable asking her mother such a question.

“You can do it,” I had answered. “You know what to do, sweetie. You know it!”

She had smiled shyly and then had opened the buttons of my blouse with shaky fingers. She had kissed me, her hands on my back, opening my bra. She had kissed her way down my neck, over the swell of my breasts. It was just like she was kissing my bra away. I only remembered that my bra was gone and her lips were on my boobs, kissing them softly.

After a while she had kissed her way up again to my lips. She had grinned, then had pushed me, so that I fell backwards onto the bed, giggling.

She had opened my pants as fast as she could, had nearly tugged them down my legs. But with my panties she had taken her time again. It was just like with my bra. She had held my panties in her hands, kissing all around them, and somehow my panties had disappeared under her kisses.

But she still hadn’t kissed my pussy. She had teased me by kissing the insides of my legs, my belly, my mound. I had dug my hands in her hair, but didn’t push her. She had teased me some more, and then finally…

She had licked right across my slit. Once, twice, then she had pressed her mouth onto my slit and I had felt how she dug her tongue into me. Yes I was right. She knew just what to do, how to do it.

Her tongue felt so real in my dream. I could feel her licking my slit, pushing my lips from side to side, pushing her tongue into my slit and letting it dance on my hood, teasing my clit.

I dug my hand into her hair, pushing her lightly down between my legs. I wanted to come, to give her more of my juices.

“Mom, mom!”

My dream-orgasm subsided and I woke up again.

“You were dreaming, mom!” my sweet Claudia smiled in my face.

“Yes, I was dreaming,” I smiled back and gave her a kiss on the lips.

“About what?” she asked.

“About you.” I touched the tip of her nose.

“A naughty dream about me? You were moaning, mom!”

“Well, it was a dream which was worth moaning about,” I grinned.

“Tell me about it. It sounds interesting.” She cuddled up closer against me, expecting a nice story from me.

But I pushed her away, pulling the blanket away from her body and exposing her beautiful naked body.

“I will show you what I was dreaming about!”

And I showed her all the details my dream had shown me.