Dreaming

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Rose sighed, stepping into the bathroom and immediately pulling down her black shorts to her thighs while leaving her white crop top in place, not that she was exactly all that covered up. She wouldn't have been that forward, of course, under normal circumstances, although there was not all that much she felt she could do at times like those.

Her need was simply that great.

She held before her a fresh, warm condom she'd stolen from her mother's room. Rose knew she shouldn't have done it, that she was going too far in her infatuation with her mother, but it felt like the only thing she could do, her own lust simply getting the better of her.

She was a catch, truly, with wavy silver hair and eye-catching blue eyes that had held many a man's interest, although Rose just wasn't interested in them. It wasn't obvious that she wasn't a woman but someone else entirely: just how she was. Like her mother, she had been born a futa and that was the simple fact of it.

Yet her interests lay in her mother and her mother's sleek, powerful body. Her mother had slightly more curves than her, though they both had quite athletic body types at a glance. That wasn't a bad thing, though Rose was conscious she was still inexperienced sexually and not quite aware of how things were in the world of sex and lust.

Love too, perhaps... But Rose didn't need to dive headfirst into anything like that.

"Am I...really going to do this?"

She checked the door, running her hand over the handle and the lock. Her heart hammered. The fresh condom was still there, tempting her, and her shaft throbbed lightly, small enough to easily fit inside. At that time, it was still flaccid.

Rose wasn't going to hold herself back from something like that, however, feeding her passion and her sense of need, bit by bit and day by day. She tipped forward slightly, glancing at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, all the flushed heat in her cheeks, and slipped her shaft into the still-warm condom, letting it wrap around her cock.

"Agh..." She moaned, trying to keep her voice low, though need ached deeply through her. "Ohhhh... Mom..."

She saw her mother in her mind's eye and leaned back against the door, sliding down it a little as she focused on easing the condom up all the way. Warm semen closed around the tip of her penis and she grunted in the back of her throat, need curling through her.

It wasn't enough. Not as she left the condom in place and stripped down, dragging off her black shorts, which were small enough to show off the bottom curve of her ass when they were actually on her properly, and the crop top. A bra quickly fell aside too, revealing her sharply rising and falling breasts, how she lightly gasped for air.

"Oh..."

It was the only cry she could make, throat tight with emotion Rose could not explain. It was definitely worth trying, even if only the once, looking herself up and down in the mirror as heat prickled tenderly across her body. Her abs were lightly visible with more defined obliques, while her arms and legs had a nice shape to them and very little spare fat on her body. She'd always been on the leaner side there.

I can't leave it at this.

Although her shaft was still soft, she didn't mind that. It was often a natural state with her and the hardness of her penis had never changed anything about her arousal and what turned her on or not. Every fibre of her being ached deeply to do more, to satisfy herself, and Rose knew she couldn't hold back for a moment more.

It was time.

She poked her head out of the bathroom door and headed quickly down the upstairs hallway to her room. The house was small, so it was only a few paces away, but it was still a risk that she would be exposed. She didn't know where her mother was and she had only managed to sneak the condom away from her as she'd bustled off downstairs only a short time ago, after satisfying herself in her own bedroom.

But her mother was not Rose's problem as she moved into her own room, the bed neatly made up. It was minimally furnished so she had room to move in there, trinkets that had sentimental meaning to her lining the top of the chest of drawers.

"Now, where is it?"

She muttered to herself as she dug through the drawers, forgetting exactly where she had put the chastity device: one of her favourite ones to use when she was enjoying herself alone. It was small and pink -- the perfect size to fit over her shaft when it was flaccid. Although her cock sometimes tried to get hard, the cage made sure her penis would never swell to anything near full hardness.

Conversely, it made her entire body ache as if she just needed to orgasm, as if there was no other option.

So, there was that too.

She swallowed hard, deliberating on how to escalate things further, before going to the bottom drawer for a big vibrator that she could easily handle. Small, finicky things were difficult to hold when masturbating, after all, particularly when they jumped about within her hands.

That was a good choice for her and she slipped on the chastity device slowly, revelling in the sense of restriction it gave her. There was security there too, in having the cage in place, but Rose could take exactly what she wanted from it. It would be different for everyone, though her length ached, even if it did not plump up in that moment.

Of course, Rose left the condom on, so the condom pressed up against the inside of the chastity device first, her cock double locked inside. It was a new sensation to her and she rocked her hips from side to side lightly, getting used to the feeling. The condom was oddly tight and the rubber crumpled lightly, adding another edge of discomfort and restriction there.

It was perfect.

Panting lightly, she closed her lips and headed for the bed. Lying down, she tried to relax despite how her heart was pounding, a deep ache running through her body. The battery-powered vibrator was easy to handle and fit nicely in the palm of her hand, so she could fold her fingers around it.

The bed was soft, yet her blood was up and her chest heaved. She switched the vibrator on and trembled as the light buzzing filled the air: it was hard not to have a response to something like that, after all. She associated it with pleasure and her mind picked up, drifting into her fantasies as she deliriously pressed it to the chastity device.

"Oh, yes..."

Rose moaned as vibrations rolled through her, making her lower body tremble. It was as if the ripples were spreading out further and further through her body and she relaxed into it, imagining that they could even reach her head, though she didn't quite think that was how vibrations like that worked.

It was hard to think straight, but she drifted, slipping deeper and deeper until her eyes closed and the world around Rose, as she was, faded to black.

When she came around again, not sure what had happened in the interim, she didn't know she was dreaming, that she had seduced herself into dreamland with mind-numbing orgasm after orgasm.

That was okay, however, as she blinked up at her mother, who was kneeling in front of her, completely naked. Her mother's silvery hair fell forward, a little thicker and fuller than Rose's, though her eyes gleamed kindly.

"Mom..." Rose breathed, heart hammering, her entire body tingling erotically. "What are you doing here? Why are you... Oh."

She didn't know what to say, though her mother, Jamie, took charge of that for her.

"I've been waiting for this," Jamie said, even though she had not clarified exactly what was going on there. "Don't worry, dear daughter, I'm going to look after you well."

All Rose could do was stare up at her, completely spellbound. As Rose lay there, lost in the moment and drinking in the sight of her mother kneeling over her, Jamie spread her daughter's legs.

Rose whimpered throatily as her mother let her small shaft hover over Rose's caged cock. Her flaccid shaft still had the same pink chastity cage on it, though Rose wasn't in any position to note the similarities between the dream and the kind of fantasy she most luxuriated in.

Rose's legs lay back down against the bed, though it was as if she had become a passive player in her own life, letting everything happen around and to her. Yet that was the way dreams happened -- and all would make sense, in the end, when Rose woke up again.

In-between, there would be only pleasure.

She exhaled a lustful sigh as her mother eased further over her, giving her caged shaft a "kiss" with the tip of hers. Rose could almost imagine that the "kiss" came from her mother's lips too, as if her mother was just grazing her cage with her lips, showing her daughter exactly how much she meant to her. Their relationship was meant to be so much more, after all.

"Ah, mom... Mom, what are you doing to me?"

Her mother didn't answer her, but the glint in Jamie's eyes told Rose that she was safe. The bedroom around her, at least, was familiar, and she smiled open-mouthed, not understanding what was happening but there in the moment for it. She wanted to be there, lingering and feeling every last nuance.

And no one was going to stop her from taking everything she could from the moment.

Her mother eased back very slightly, all so she could present the head of her shaft, hard enough for penetration, to Rose's ass. At the same time, her arms smoothly slid under Rose's legs, hooking them up. Rose blinked at her, frozen in place, though heat flooded her body. Before her eyes, her mother lifted her legs up so her knees pointed up towards her chest, nearly brushing it -- although Rose didn't quite possess that level of flexibility.

As she panted, licking her lips, Rose quivered, wanting it so much she couldn't even vocalise it. That cock ground against her, sliding against the curve of her ass before trailing down and finding her hole. The round tip teased against the pucker of her anal ring and Rose took a breath.

The moment seemed to drag out forever, for time no longer had any meaning, caught in the arms of a dream. The pressure of that cock tip against her anal ring bore down increasingly until, agonisingly slowly, her mother slid inside her.

It was only the tip at first, but then more and more of Jamie's cock eased into her daughter, taking her slowly. It was as if her mother was trying to drag it all out for as long as possible, making her daughter squirm and savour the moment. Rose, sometimes, was known for rushing through things -- so it would have been quite like her mother to force her to feel every inch sliding into her, stretching her ass around that length.

"Ohhhhhh!"

Rose moaned loudly, trying to buck her hips up against her mother's cock, though she just couldn't get the right angle for it. She didn't have the leverage, not as she was lying back on the bed -- and it was Jamie, of course, who was in control anyway. Her mother took that control from her all so easily, as if it was no matter at all from her.

It was there, in the lines of her body, how she smiled at Rose -- all as ifs he knew exactly how her daughter was going to react at any given time. Rose licked her lips, head thrown back, ignoring the ache in her back as her mother rocked her hips back and forth, surely working her cock deeper and deeper.

"Mom... Please..." Rose whined, trying to get more, her cock throbbing furiously. "Please... I need you."

She'd never been that plaintive before but it was difficult not to be as need overwhelmed her, her entire world, in that moment, taken up by her mother. Rose moaned again and tried to lick her lips, though her mouth was suddenly too dry for anything more.

All she could do was sink more and more into the moment as her mother gently fucked her, when she wanted so much more than that. No matter how much she begged and pleaded, however, Jamie simply wouldn't speed up.

"You're giving me everything that I've been waiting for," her mother said, her voice much softer than it had been before, as Rose knew her. "And you're wonderful, Rose, so beautiful."

Jamie shuddered faintly and Rose gulped as the sensation rolled through her too, connected as they were.

"Ah... Mom..."

But Jamie continued as if she had not even spoken. It was as if, despite her words, that Rose was there for her to use, despite everything that had come to pass between them.

"And you're so tight around me too!"

The words slipped from Jamie's lips with relish and Rose whined, though the sound barely even left her lips. Her penis ached and lightly plumped up, though it didn't really strain the confines of the chastity device. That was a little strange, even to her, for her entire body burned with arousal and the sensation of having her mother's cock inside her, the perfect size, was almost more than she could bear. Frantically, Rose tried to grind up again, though she never quite seemed to be able to get into the right position, forced to lie there and take every agonisingly delightful stroke.

It was all for her to enjoy, after all, and she eventually allowed her mother to bear her legs back even more. Her knees splayed out so her mother could reach her chest, pinning her in place even more, though it was the athletic muscle of her legs that was shown off in such a position, every part of her practically bristling with withheld energy.

"Mmmph, oh... Mom..." She moaned, finding her voice again, though it was lower and raspier, raking through her throat with every snatch of air she managed to drag in. "Please... Mmm... Feels so good..."

"Mm, that's my good girl."

She trembled under the praise from her mother, though Rose was already lost in sensation. She squeezed around her mother's cock, as if she could increase the friction and tension there, though the pressure escalated and her eyes rolled back into her head. It was luxurious -- yet infuriatingly so. Her mother knew exactly how to give her just what she needed as she groaned and submitted to those slow yet overpowering strokes.

Sometimes, what Rose wanted was not what she needed. Her mother knew best.

Jamie, however, was not idle bar fucking her daughter -- oh no. With Rose's breasts exposed, she ran her fingers lightly over Rose's nipples, teasing them lightly. When Rose arched up deliriously into her touch, she gave them a gentle pinch: no more than a brief pull of pressure on each in turn.

Something like that should not have been as much of a turn-on as it was and yet Rose leaned into it all hungrily, thrust after thrust, pinch after pinch. Heat flooded her tits as Jamie waited a moment, letting her daughter push towards her, as if she could not possibly bear holding back for a single moment more. Yet it was Jamie in control and her lips twitched at even that slight display of need from her beloved daughter.

Rose moaned and her mother pressed on, the rock of her hips smooth and steady, the kind of rhythm she could sink into. Her mother leaned heavily over her and swirled her fingers around each of Rose's nipples in turn, running them around and around as if she was tracing the areolas. Her fingers danced over the pert buds of Rose's nipples too, bringing them to a perkier rise still, and Rose grunted deeply in the back of her throat, a truly guttural, carnal sound that spoke of the depths of her need.

She cried out for her, lost in a world of almost over sensation -- for it was not as if she had been with her mother before, as much as she had fantasised about her, over and over again. Rose cried out but the words she wanted to spend didn't slip from her lips.

That was strange... But she didn't let the thought linger. It didn't need to stay there, taking up space in the forefront of her mind, not as she grunted and swallowed hard, trying to hold on to her need.

Every stroke of her mother's cock hit a spot inside her ass that made her blood sing, heat thrumming up through her with every single thrust. She tried to tighten around her mother's cock, though her body was not hers to control, desire trembling through, pulse after delicious pulse. Yet the electric sparks lancing inward from her nipples were just as exotic -- as well as the pressure of her cock against the chastity cage, still encased in a condom.

She didn't pause to consider why that was unusual, why she had a condom on in there. All Rose knew was that her stomach lurched and something coiled inside her, though there was still no release. That heat pooled deep within her loins as her penis ached and she swore there was pre-cum leaking from it, even if it was hard to tell with the chastity cage in place. It locked away her cock wonderfully well, after all.

Still, her mother thrust a little harder, working her over, her fingers tweaking and pulling at her nipples. Even then, her mother's actions caught her off-guard with the passion and the precision, how her own body reacted instantly with a hot flush of pleasure, as if she was perfectly primed for her mother's touch.

Maybe she was. Maybe that was why she had been so infatuated, even before, with her mother to the point of losing herself in fantasy after fantasy. There was no way to tell.

Jamie, however, had her own needs to take care of, even if the moment was, truly, all about Rose. She thrust and thrust, her cock aching within Rose's backside, and Rose whimpered again, going a little dizzy. She no longer felt as if she was wholly present in the moment, although every iota of her mind locked in on how that cock felt inside her, how her asshole twitched around it. Her body acted like it was trying to pull her mother in deeper -- but that wasn't possible, not with Rose's experience. Honestly, she didn't even know if it was possible with any manner of experience -- but the notion of catching and holding her mother's shaft inside her was an erotically tantalising thought indeed.

But that was not for Rose to dictate as she moaned and rocked her hips up that tiny fraction she could, lust rolling through her. Her mother's thrusts grew ever-increasingly savage, driving brutally into her, but that was just the peak of passion. Jamie's cock simply fit her perfectly and Rose cried out her name as Jamie finally climax.

"Mmmm..."

Her mother's hum of pleasure at the penultimate moment was all she needed, though Rose still grunted and whimpered. Orgasm could be had while she was locked in the chastity cage, although it was not to be that time. Her need thrummed through her, drawn too tightly, even as her mother's hot cum flooded her ass. It leaked out seductively around the point their bodies joined, marking them irrevocably.

Jamie's lips descended on Rose's and they kissed deeply, one of Jamie's hands still lovingly caressing her daughter's tit and nipple. Yet Rose could not even focus on that lustful slide, how her mother's fingers seemed to know exactly what to do, so she sent trembles of pleasure through her daughter.

As her mother's tongue entered her mouth, sweeping up inside and playfully lapping back against Rose's own, everything faded. Warmth swept through Rose, though she didn't feel like she was losing anything at all as the world around her, with her mother's weight bearing her down to the bed, faded to black.

She came around again to another wonderful sight: her completely naked mother kneeling in front of her while she was still in her bedroom. The notion that the scene had changed so suddenly did not strike Rose as strange in the slightest, but she breathed deeply and evenly. Yet that was not enough to calm her anxious nerves as her heart raced, wanting more from the moment, though not knowing quite how to take things forward from there.