Author's Note: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.
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Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do... because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now...
"Oh my god!" I silently gasped when I saw the barely-legal jogger and her hot MILF of a mother together for the first time. Although I had fantasized about them individually, seeing them side my side made it impossible for me to resist the powerful fantasy that now grew within me. I barely had time to notice they were attending to my woundβif you call a plain old scrape a woundβbefore I was swallowed up by the fantasy.
Temporarily leaving the real world behind, I stepped into an identical, yet purely fictitious universe. By then, so much arousal coursed through my veins that I did not even try to keep it contained. Giving in to the perversity of the fantasy, I came up with a plan. It was rather rudimentary, but seeing how it was my fantasy, I was pretty confident it would work.
"What do you think of incest?" I asked the two beautiful women.
Of course, they were stunned by the unexpected question. At least, one of them was. While the daughter's eyes widened in shock and her brow furrowed in incomprehension, the mother struggled to hide the half smile that curled her lips. Luckily, this smell detail went not unnoticed. Realizing my job would be much easier than I had anticipated, I proceeded with the plan.
I released a groan as I winced in pain. Of course, it was all an act, but that did not keep a guilty expression from flashing across the young jogger's face.
"Are you all right?" she asked.
"Perfect," I thought as I struggled to keep a satisfied smile contained. But what I said aloud was, "It really hurts."
"Is there anything we can do to help?" asked the mother, obviously aware of what I was up to.
"There is," I admitted as I once more did my best to keep from smiling.
"What?" asked the daughter.
Satisfied with the effectiveness of my plan, I continued.
"It's kind of hard to explain. Would you mind indulging me?"
Of course, the mother was all too eager to agree.