Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Pretty Lady ❯ Vol Four, Chapter Twenty-One: Fantasy ( Chapter 21 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Steaming nights like this lead to hot dreams.
-Sexy Dream Start-
Stefan sat alone in his apartment falling asleep when the buzzer rang. The man jerked himself awake and looked up rather puzzled. His eyes trailed over to his DVR clock.
Who the hell is buzzing this late at night?, he thought. Stefan frowned and walked over to the door.
“Who is it?” he asked as he peeked out of the peep hole. A rather surprised look washed over his face at his late night guest.
“Shasha?” he asked as he opened the door, “What you doing here so late?” The eighteen-year-old looked up at him with a hungry look in her eyes.
“I’m so lonely,” she whimpered. Stefan looked at her pleasantly surprised.
“Is that so?” he asked. The girl leapt into his arms. The man backed up, startled.
“Shasha?” he asked. She looked up at him with big, innocent eyes.
“Take me tonight,” she said. The man blinked at her.
“You sure about this?” Stefan asked. Shasha stood on her tip-toes and pressed a kiss on his lips. He slowly took her into his arms and kissed back. The girl gave him one push into the apartment, closing the door behind them. Shasha pushed him down on the couch. Stefan gave her a blank stare.
“Shasha?” he asked, “You sure this is a good idea?” His words were concerning, but his tone happily wanted to see this unfold. Her knees came on either side of his lap.
“I want this!” she said aloud. Shasha reached for her yellow and red t-shirt and rolled it off. Stefan’s cheeks burned red as he heard the shirt hit the floor.
“My!” he said aloud as he eyes stayed locked on her black and red bra, “I didn’t know you have so big…” Shasha reached down and unzipped his pants.
“Oh,” she cooed, “You’re pretty big too.” Stefan gave her a cheeky smile.
“Yep,” he bragged, “And it’s hungry for some action.” Shasha giggled and ripped off his shirt.
“Oh, take me!” her prey begged. She silenced him with another kiss. His hands reached up for the clasps of the bra. The increased pace of the kisses drew him to try and unhook faster. Despite all of the women he had been with since college, he still couldn’t master the evil hooks of that damned bra.
Shit, he thought, I could never get this quite right. At last, he got the bra unhooked and slid it off. Shasha moved his hands to her breasts.
“Grab me!” she yelped. His hands squeezed onto the fabric and heated skin. The girl screamed and kissed on the lips again. He could feel her getting wet through her jeans on his lap as he kissed her back.
“Stefan!” he heard a woman yell, “What the hell are you doing?!?” He and Shasha looked up to see Kirsa coming through the back door into the living room. Her daughter looked at her with big eyes.
“Mom!” she cried. Stefan’s face went pale with fear.
“Kirsa! It’s not what it looks like!” he wailed. The woman slid the door shut behind her.
“Oh really?” she asked as she began unbuttoning her black blouse, “What does it look like?” Stefan had a hard time keeping his eyes on her dull deep red eyes as her white lace bra came into view under the silk fabric.
“Uh… uh… Kirsa…” he struggled to say as she started walking towards him and her daughter.
“What?” she asked. Stefan lost the ability to speak as her fingers walked up his thigh to his pants. He only managed to steal one glance downwards before his jeans were yanked down to his ankles. Shasha rolled off his boxers. She turned to her mother.
“Shall I go first or you?” she asked. Kirsa gave her the smile of a naughty fox.
“Age before beauty,” she said.
“This is true,” the daughter agreed. Stefan’s heart began to race as Kirsa sank down to her knees before him. He drew his eyes closed as her hot and wet mouth wrapped around his erect member. His mouth gave way to trembling and moaning as she began to suck.
-Sexy Dream Ends-
Stefan moaned so loud that it woke him from his vibrating chair in his home office. He looked around catching his breath. He looked down at his trembling right hand. It’s happened again, the man thought. This wasn’t the first time he’s had dreams about both mother and daughter like that.
Eight nights already?!?, Stefan thought. The man shook his head. I really need to get laid again, he thought. He closed down his laptop and left the room.