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This is my first submission to Literotica. Let me know what you think.

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Eighteen year old Bobbie Joe heard the sounds coming from the kitchen and just knew she had to investigate to find out who was making them. It didn't take her too long to realize what she was hearing were the sounds of unbridled sex, and it was happening right in her kitchen.

She slowly stepped into the kitchen and was shocked to find her mother, Rachel, completely naked, and bouncing up and down most vigorously on someone's lap. Rachel's big 38D tits bounced and bobbled with her every movement. Her mother was sweating profusely as she used her powerful leg muscles to lift her body and then let it drop down on to her lover's lap.

Although she couldn't see her mother's lover's face, she seemed very familiar somehow. It was obvious, even from the back, that the other person was a woman. That fact left Bobbie with a new question. What was her mother doing bouncing up and down on the woman's lap? If her lover was a man she would say she were impaling herself on a cock, but this was woman, so how could that be? She slowly moved further into the kitchen, not really concerned about her mother seeing her, she just had to see who this mystery woman was.

"Would you like some breakfast, honey?" Rachel asked casually, as she saw Bobbie moving into the kitchen.

"Um, yes," Bobby replied, shocked by how nonchalant her mother was about being totally naked and having wild sex, with a woman, in the middle of the kitchen.

Bobby Joe slowly worked her way around the breeding couple, bound and determined that she was going to see the other woman's face. She had to move farther into the kitchen, because the other woman was facing away from her. Her lover's hands firmly gripped her mother's broad hips pulling her up and down, while her mother's hands gripped the other woman's shoulders for balance. She could not believe how familiar the woman seemed to her. She just had to see her face. Another few feet and she'd be standing squarely in front of her.

Suddenly Bobby Joe sat up in the middle of her bed with a gasp. It took her several seconds to realize she was in her bed, and that the entire scenario she had just witnessed was a dream.

"Damn," Bobby Joe said, whipping the sweat from her upper lip. "That's the third time this week, I've had that damned dream. I wonder what it means."

It wasn't that she had never had a wet dream before. Quite the contrary she had had lots of them, but they were usually about some guy at school or some hunky dude in a movie or on TV. What confused her was that she had never thought about her mom in a sexual way, so why was she dreaming about watching her having sex?

The only women she knew that showed any kind of interest in that area was her best friend Sally. So if she was going to dream about a woman having sex, why wasn't she dreaming about her? It was all very confusing.

But, it was also very exciting for some reason. The dream had turned her on, and while she had been laying there thinking about it, her fingers had lazily been stroking her already wet and excited pussy. She was well past the point of just stopping and getting up. No, she had to finish things first.

Bobbie Joe began stroking her pussy harder and faster, occasionally slipping her fingers deep into the moist warm hole, and pressing her thumb firmly against her clit. With a groan her body responded to the manual stimulation, and faster than she expected she was shaking with pleasure, as a small orgasm swept through her body.

It took several minutes for her breathing and heartrate to return to normal. As she calmed down, she noticed that it was starting to get light outside. Might as well get up and get ready for school.

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On the other side of the house, Bobbie Joe's mother, Rachel, suddenly sat bolt upright in her bed gasping for breath. She looked around the room, before dropping back down onto her back. This was getting ridiculous, she thought. Three nights in a row she had had the same hot dream, which always left her sweaty and exhausted.

Sure, she had had dirty dreams before, but never anything like these. And it wasn't that she had just one dream, no, she would start dreaming as soon as she went to sleep, and not stop until she woke up in the morning. It was almost getting to the point where she wasn't sure if she wanted to go to bed or not.

The dreams were always a variation of the same thing. She was having her brains fucked out by a mystery lover, whose face she was never able to see. He usually took her from behind, bending her over the sofa, on all fours on her bed, or, her favorite, bent face down on the kitchen table. Even when she sat on his lap she couldn't see his face for some reason. Although she didn't think her mystery lover was her husband, he did remind her of him.

As she lay in her bed, Rachel slowly stroked her dripping wet pussy, which was still very sensitive from her dream, as she remembered her husband, Etlik Escort Robert. He had been a policeman, and had been killed in the line of duty, on Halloween, before their daughter had been born. Not only was she in morning, but she had actually been mad at her husband, because he had allowed himself to be killed, leaving her all alone.

It wasn't until a couple of weeks later that she found out she was pregnant with Bobbie Joe. As far as Rachel could figure out, her daughter had been conceived the day Robert had been killed. She had ridden his cock while he was sitting in one of the chairs at the kitchen table, just before he left for work. Four hours later, his captain and the chaplain were coming up the sidewalk to tell her he had been killed in the line of duty.

She had hoped for a boy, that would remind her of her husband, but she was just as happy having a daughter. In his honor she had named her daughter Bobbie Joe, since his name had been Robert Joseph.

Rachel had tried dating a few years after Robert's death, but it just didn't seem to work. So, she decided to just wait until after Bobbie Joe had moved out on her own to give it another try. This would allow her to devote all of her time to her daughter, the only tangible part of her husband she still had. She saw a lot of her late husband in her daughter. She was very independent minded, and had even expressed an interest in going into law enforcement, which Rachel was totally against.

Of course being the daughter and widow of a policeman killed in the line of duty wasn't all bad. Between all the cops, firemen,