Dream Scape

This story is not typical DG Hear. To be honest with you, I don't know what a typical DG Hear story is. The readers define it to me that way. This story has more sex than usual. It was just a fun write for me. Hope you enjoy it. I want to thank Techsan for his editing prowess. He is definitely one of the best at his craft.

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Chapter 1

I'm just an elderly man in my late fifties who spends a lot of time sitting on my porch and watching the world go by. The world to me is watching all the young fillies jogging, walking and riding their bikes past my house. I live in a pretty active neighborhood. My wife passed on about a year ago and it left me pretty much alone. My only son lives in another state about four hours away.

I'm recently retired from the school system, so I spend most of my days relaxing on the porch and watching the scenery go by. In my younger days I had quite the active sex life. I think of the days gone by and wish I could have many of them over again. I love sex and always have. My wife and I did it less and less in our later years. Her sickness and problems left me wanting and dreaming. So now here I am alone sitting on the porch and getting constant hard-ons as these ladies go by.

Almost all of them wave or say hi to me. I guess I'm kind of a neighborhood staple. If any of them could read my thoughts, they would run the other way. Tight butts, short shorts, no bras - what's a guy to think?

I walk about four days a week in the morning to keep in shape. I cover about three miles, all over the neighborhood. One day as I was taking my morning walk I was struck by lighting, so they say.

All I know is that I saw a flash of light and then I woke up in the hospital. I was either struck or at least knocked down unconscious. A nurse came in as I was waking up. I remember seeing this beautiful pair of boobs rocking back and forth while she worked on me. She had the top couple of buttons undone and I just stared at the Y between her breasts. I don't know why I did it, but I reached up and touched her boobs.

"Easy, Honey, let's keep those hands where they belong," she smiled. I guess she felt I wasn't fully awake and wasn't a threat to her.

"What happened to me?" I asked the good looking older nurse. She was probably in her forties and had a rack that I couldn't stop staring at.

"You men are all alike," she laughed. "You might have been hit by lighting while you were walking this morning. You've been out for a good six hours. Welcome back to the real world," she smiled.

The doctor came in. "Mr. Brown, you took a pretty good bump on the head. Other than that, I don't see any other injuries. Just a few bruises and scratches. I think you will be fine. We would like to keep you overnight tonight and make sure everything is alright. Nurse Abby will take care of you; if you need anything just give her a ring."

Yeah, I thought to myself. There is something I'd like to give Nurse Abby. She was smiling from behind the good doctor; good thing she couldn't read my thoughts.

Abby said that she contacted my next of kin, which was my son. He and his family would be in to see me the next day. Until then she told me to get plenty of rest. I remember jokingly asking her if I could dream about her.

She smiled and said, "Go for it, big boy. Tomorrow you can tell me about it," as she covered me up and dimmed the lights.

I did dream about her – boy, did I ever. I didn't think I'd be telling her about it. She came in the next morning and I asked her what she was doing there. She told me I was her patient and she came to check on me and also wanted to hear about that dream if I had one.

"Abby, I did dream about you. I don't think it's something you want to hear."

"Oh, no, you don't. I told you I would let you dream about me but you would have to tell me about it. So let's hear it, Big Boy." She always called me Big Boy. I thought it was kind of funny, because I am a rather big boy if you catch my drift. Maybe she got a look at it while I was out, I thought.

"Abby, it's all sexual and I don't .."

"Out with it, Big Boy. I've heard dirty stories before," she said.

"Well, okay, but stop me when you've heard enough."

I began the story. "I was looking at you lying on your bed at home. I pulled back your covers and I saw your breasts behind a thin nightgown. I gently massaged them and bent over to kiss them. You were awake and held my head against your breasts as I sucked on your nipples. I wanted more so I put my hand on your thigh and you spread your legs for me." I looked up and saw Abby with her mouth open, staring at me.

I went to apologize when Abby said, "For Christ's sake, Ben, continue. I want to hear this."

I felt a bit uneasy; I didn't normally talk to women like this. After all I was a retired teacher. Why was she so interested anyway, I wondered?

I continued, "After you spread your legs I pushed my hand down through your hairy bush and kind of scratched through the hair on your mound. You told me to put my fingers into your... your vagina."

"Did I say vagina or pussy. I need to know?" She asked.

I couldn't believe her interest in my dream. "You said pussy, you told me to put my... my big cock into your pussy and fuck the hell out of you. It was my dream and I did exactly that." I felt slightly embarrassed but she was awed by my story and I didn't know why.

"Was I good?" she asked.

"Your were as far as we went," I replied. You yelled, "Fuck me, Big Boy, fuck me, I'm coming," and then I woke up."

She had to leave the room for a few minutes. Then she returned and leaned over as I stared at her boobs. Damn, she had the nicest set I've seen in a long time.

"Ben, you're staring at my boobs again."

"I can't help it. You're so damn good looking. Can I see your tattoo?" I asked.

"What? How do you know I have tattoo?" She replied.

"I saw it in my dream. If I tell you what it is and where it is, will you show it to me?"

"I don't believe you. You're just making that up. Hell, I could have a tattoo of superman."

"Do you want to take my bet or not? I won't tell you unless you promise to show it to me if I'm right," I smiled.

I know I really got her interest up. Hell, I didn't even know for sure if she had one. I just saw it in my dream.

"Okay, Big Boy, you have to tell me where it is, what it is, and what color it is." She was smiling, almost laughing.

I did like a magic act. "The great Ben Brown sees all. He is staring through Abby's clothes looking for that tattoo. Ben sees it - yes, yes. It's on your left boob."

Abby's mouth flew open. She looked down at her boob to see if it was noticeable. After all I've been staring at her chest since I arrived.

"Okay, Big Boy, so you got lucky. A lot of girls have tattoos on their breasts. So, what is it, and what color is it? If you expect to hit pay dirt."

I was kind of shocked myself. So I went on, "Many women have tattoos on their breasts. But, how many have two dolphins together, especially light blue ones with a black dot for an eye, and a light yellow line separating them."

"My God, Ben, how did you know that? I know you couldn't see it through my clothes. It's too close to my nipple and my bra covers it."

"I don't know, Abby. I really don't. It's what I saw in my dream last night so that was my guess. Do I get to see it now?"

"Ben, I can't just pull my boob out and show it to you. We're in the hospital and I'm your nurse."

"So, you're going to renege on our bet, rather than show me your tattoo? You can pull the curtain; it will only take a few seconds."

"Oh, all right, but you better never tell anybody I did this. I must be insane."

She closed the curtain and undid two buttons on her uniform. I could see her large cotton and silk bra. She reach over and pulled the bra down till I could barely see the tattoo. I reached up and pulled on her bra till her nipple showed and I could see the dolphins just like I had described them. Abby fell forward and I kissed her boob.

"Ben, stop it! You're one nasty man."

"And, you're one beautiful woman," I said.

She hurried up and fix herself back up and pulled back the curtain. About a minute later my son and his wife came through the door. I saw Abby blush, probably wondering what if they were there just two minutes earlier. She excused herself as I began talking to my son and daughter-in-law.

"Hi, Dad. What's this I hear about you messing with Mother Nature? If you want a woman you could surely find one who isn't so strong. I guess she knocked you on your ass." He was laughing; he was a lot like me, always kidding.

"I guess I wanted someone as scrappy as Caroline. She's already taken and Mother Nature was the next best thing," I replied.

Caroline was my son's wife. She was standing there beside him, smiling. She was one of a kind, beautiful, articulate, smart, great mother, housekeeper, cook and about everything else I could think of. I loved her like a daughter. I told Ron that he better treat her right. If they ever had a problem, I would side with her.

"How's it going, dad?" She always called me dad. "Are you okay? You scared us sick. What did the doctors have to say?" She gave me a little kiss on the cheek.

"He said I'd have to get better to die. No, everything's fine, a little bump on the head and my arm turned a little red, kind of an instant sunburn. My test all came out fine. I guess I'll be around for a few more years yet to pester you guys. Where's Kitten?" Kitten was my Granddaughter. The sweetest little girl this side of heaven. Her real name was Carla, but she was Kitten to me. I've called her that since the moment she was born.

"She in the waiting room downstairs. Since she is only eight, they wouldn't let her come up. Besides, you will be checking out in a few minutes and will be seeing her," said Caroline.

Nurse Abby came back in and told them they would have to go to the waiting room. She was going to be getting me ready to check out. As they were leaving to go to the waiting room, Ron glanced over at Abby and kind of whispered in my ear, "Damn, nice rack there, Dad."

Caroline overheard him and smiled as she slapped his arm. Abby acted like she didn't hear anything.

After they left the room, Abby looked at me and said, "Like father, like son."

We both had to laugh. I really liked Abby and hoped to maybe see her again.

As I was leaving the hospital, Abby said, "Nice meeting you, Ben. Take care and sweet dreams." I smiled as I got in the car.

When we got to the house, Ron insisted I rest. I laid on the sofa and talked to my granddaughter. Caroline said she and Ron were going to pick up a few groceries since they would be there for a couple of days. Kitten and I just talked. She talked a mile a minute telling me probably every thing she knew. I would just sit back and listen. I often would think of her. I wanted to take her to the park and maybe the zoo. I told her I would come see her in a few weeks and we could go to a museum or somewhere. I felt a little sad that they lived four hours away, but I would manage to see them as often as I could.

When Caroline and Ron got back, they started dinner. I knew it would be something good. Ron said that the next day he would fire up the grill and would throw on a couple of steaks.

We all talked about our life and they told me about their jobs and other things. Of course, Kitten would jump in the middle of the conversation but I didn't mind. Every once in awhile Caroline would tell Kitten to let grandpa talk. I would just smile. Caroline had a way of scolding without hurting you.

I was ready for bed pretty early and told them I was going to hit the hay. They'd been at the house many times and just made themselves at home. After all Ron had lived there for over twenty years. I headed to bed for a good night's sleep. I still kept all three bedrooms as bedrooms in case of company. So everyone had a good place to sleep.

As I was falling asleep I thought about Abby. I was thinking of getting to know her better. I dreamt of her and the things we did. Then I dreamt of Kitten and the places I'd like to take her. I pictured taking her to the play ground the next day and letting her swing.

The next morning I was sitting at the table reading the paper. Caroline was making us pancakes when Kitten came in smiling.

"Grandpa, I had a dream about you last night," she said.

"Well, I had a dream about you too, Kitten. I dreamt I took you to the park today to play on the swings."

"Me too, Grandpa. I had the same dream. You took me on the slide and we went for a walk on the nature trail and found different leaves."

"I dreamt the same thing. Your wore those shoes that light up and we ate lunch out," I said.

"Gosh, Grandpa, we dreamed the same dream. Where did we go for lunch? Let's see if you dreamt the same place?

"Well, actually there were two places. I was driving to McDonald's and you asked me if we could go to the Pizza Palace instead."

"That's right Grandpa! We dreamed the same stuff. Can we go to the park today?"

"Sure, Kitten. I'll take you but we won't be able to eat out. Your dad's going to make us steaks on the grill.

"It's okay, Grandpa, as long as we go to the park," she replied.

Caroline had listened to Kitten and I talk. I know she thought it unusual that we had the same dream too, but I just thought of it as a coincidence. After we ate breakfast and Kitten went to get dressed to go to the park I overheard Caroline talking to Ron in the kitchen.

"Ron, did you hear about Dad and Carla having the same dream? It was so weird. Do you think it is even possible for two people to have the same dream?"

"Oh, Dad was probably just trying to humor Carla. They were talking about all sorts of things yesterday, so I guess it's possible to have similar dreams," Ron answered.

"Not similar, Ron, the same dream. You know those new shoes we bought Carla that light up. Dad mentioned them to Carla and we just bought them last week. Dad's never seen them. Then the restaurant thing where they changed where they were going. Sure sounds weird. Maybe that bump dad got on his head did something to him."

I heard Ron start laughing. "Yeah, Dad gets hit by lightning and now has mystical powers, and what special power does he have? He has the same dream as his granddaughter. Come on, Caroline, it's nothing but coincidence."

"You're probably right but it is kind of weird. Hope he doesn't dream the same as me," said Caroline. "That could be embarrassing."

Ron looked at her and said, "Oh?" before Caroline laughed and slapped him.

It got me to thinking. What if there was truth to what Caroline was saying. What if I did have the same dream as someone else. It was something to think about. I took Kitten to the park and we spent a couple of hours there. I liked being around her. She was always happy and of course loved her grandpa.

We headed for home and could smell the steaks on the grill. It was a beautiful day to be outside. Ron was at the grill and Caroline was sun bathing. She was it a two piece bathing suit. It was blue with little yellow flowers on it. It didn't leave much to the imagination. Caroline had a beautiful body. Nice breasts but not to big. She had a flat tummy where you could actually see her tummy muscles. Her swim suit bottom was about six inches below her belly button. She had an inny belly button that you would love to kiss. Her legs were fantastic. Long and slender with perfect thighs. Damn, if she wasn't my daughter-in-law, I would sure have a lot of sexual thoughts about her.

Carla ran up to her and told her what we did at the park. Like a good mother she listened to every word. Carla went to get herself something to drink. Caroline asked Ron if he would rub some suntan lotion on her. He told her his hands were all greasy. Carla came back out and so Caroline asked her to do it.

"I would have done it if you would have asked," I smiled.

"Yeah, I bet you would have," she laughed back.

Dinner was great and it was fun having them visit. They asked me how I was feeling and I told them I was fine. They told me they would be leaving in the morning. I told Kitten I would be over in a few weeks to take her to the zoo. It was just special times we spent together.

After a full day, it was time to go to bed. I was still a little worn out from the fall. It must have taken a lot out of me. I kissed Kitten and Caroline and hugged my son and headed to my bedroom. I was lying there thinking how beautiful Caroline looked sunning herself. I started dreaming that I came out to the patio and Ron and Carla weren't there. Caroline asked me to put the lotion on her. I started with her back and rubbed it down to the crack of her ass. I picked her suit up slightly and slid my hand down over her ass. "Dad," I heard her say. "Don't go there."

I pulled my hand out of her bottoms and she turned over and I began putting lotion on her front. She leaned forward and I unclasped her top and pulled it away. She just closed her eyes as I rubbed lotion over her nice rounded breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. This was my dream and I was totally enjoying it. I slid my hands down to her mid-section and rubbed oil on her tummy. She was moaning lightly as I went lower. I slid my hand into her bottoms, pushing it over her light patch of blond hair. I had to see it; I wanted a better look.

I gently pulled off her bottoms over her legs and saw the light blond hair on her mound. She looked like a goddess. I noticed a tiny little yellow butterfly slightly above her vagina. Even her small swimsuit covered it. I took some more oil and rubbed it down to her opening. I heard her say, "Dad, it feels so good but you shouldn't be doing this to me. You must stop, even though it feels so good. I woke up with a hard on. My God, I shouldn't be dreaming about my daughter-in- law.

I was ready to come so I masturbated for a minute or so and got up and took a piss. I then went and laid back on my bed.

The next morning Caroline looked at me rather uneasy. She still treated me fine but it was like there was something she wanted to ask me. I think Kitten getting up changed her train of thought.

"Morning, Grandpa. Did you dream about me last night?"

"No, Kitten, as a matter of fact I didn't. I dreamt of a little yellow butterfly."

Caroline stared at me. Something must have happened. I wonder if she had the same dream as me.

Kitten spoke and said that her mom has a butterfly tattoo. But, only her and her daddy every saw it. I told her that was nice but quickly changed the conversation. We ate breakfast but Caroline kept fairly quiet. When they were saying goodbye Kitten gave me a kiss. Ron was taking their suitcases out to the car, and Caroline stayed back for a minute.

"Dad, I love you, but I know something has happened to you. You know where that butterfly is, don't you. You stripped me in your dream and rubbed oil on me, didn't you? It's how you saw the butterfly. I had the same dream, Dad."

"I'm sorry, Honey. I would never do anything to hurt you. I didn't have any idea about this till Kitten said the same thing yesterday. You're just so beautiful. I'm sorry."

"Dad, I'm thankful that at least it was you and you stopped when you did. It must be your dreams being transmitted to me someway. The reason I feel it's your dream is because I don't picture me dreaming of having sex with my father-in-law as much as I do love you. All I can ask is that you try not dreaming of me."

"I'm sorry, Honey, but you are one beautiful woman and I would never hurt you intentionally in anyway. I want you to know that. I'll do my best not to dream of you."

"I love you, Dad. I'm pleased that you found my body beautiful, but this body belongs to your son."

She gave me a gentle but firm kiss on the cheek, almost a thank you kiss, and she headed for the car.