Dreaming much like his mother, Rudy rose to the sudden sound of something shifting on the lower floor of their inn. A voice and a gasp, he'd heard it clearly. Then, as he walked down the steps, he found himself bare of clothes, and to make matters worse, the voice wasn't just any voice but a moan–and that too coming from his mother's bedroom.
Flustered, he walked behind the counter and tried approaching the cracked door. His tiny cock bounced and slapped his own balls every step of the way, and upon getting a single glance through the crack in the door, he grew hard as rock. Before him lay the sight of his mother naked in her bed. Her hand was caressing Custer's cock, and with such vigour that had it been him, he would've come within seconds.
The slapping wet sound of her hand slamming down on his balls before pumping up and down again echoed throughout the halls, and the mere sight of the precum frothing all over that monstrous shaft had the hero struck with a mix of fear, jealousy, and a hint of rage.
'T-this is a dream, right? No way mom will ever do something like this with him!' Leaning closer to the gap in the door, he tried to get a better look. The first thing he noticed was Cecilia sitting on a chair by the bed with Custer's underwear pressed to her face with one hand and the other pumping in and out of her constantly squirting pussy lips.
As his gaze returned to his mother, he found her drooling as Custer moved his hips closer to her face. Leaning her head against the wall, Freya grabbed him by the legs while the massive cock leaked precum all over her face. Heaving a sigh with a smile, she savoured the odor and even grabbed the shaft to give it a kiss.
"Why does it smell so good? I wanna…" Unaware that her dream had melted into reality, Freya pressed her lips against the swollen tip and began rubbing them aggressively all over. "Haa~ Gods, I can get used to this smell."
"How about a taste?" Reaching down to her chin, Zephyr pressed his thumb inside Freya's mouth. Inviting it in readily, she looked up at the fiend with a smirk. "Fucking womanizer, you know exactly what to say, don't you?"
Opening her mouth further, she stuck out her tongue and began moving her face against the throbbing cock. The tip alone locked her jaws–so much so that she could neither force it further in nor take it out of her mouth. And yet, sucking on it like a pacifier, Freya closed her eyes and enjoyed her first-ever blowjob. Her tongue traced every inch of Zephyr's tip and even tickled its opening to taste that pungent and slimy precum some more.
Being guided purely by instincts, her body for once was making her do things that she'd never done before with anyone else. The blowjob was just the start; her hands squeezed around Zephyr's rear, and she thoroughly felt his back. As flimsy as Custer seemed, his body felt perfect in the moment. Cute as a man can be without being girlish, as well as being packed in the trunks with an odor so strong, Freya's mouth refused to let up.
Staring up at his face with her lips stretched as far as she could over his dick, she looked at him with puppy eyes. However, the lust in her gaze and the depraved face that she was making was anything but cute or dignified. And that is when her mouth began slobbering some more, and she gained a new skill.
''Dick Vaccum', learned!' The announcement popped into her head, but she put it out of mind, for the only thing she was focused on right now was the taste of Custer's cock and just how much she could suck on it before her dream was over.
''I don't wanna wake up! I just wanna suck his dick forever!' With her mind free of worries in her dream, why would she ever wanna leave when all she could do was suck and fuck with a real man–a man stronger than the other two she'd been with before, and even stronger than the son whom she'd been ignoring as he was peeking at them through the door. 'Ughh, go away, you moron! At least leave me alone in my dreams! It's not my fault you can't get yourself some pussy. I'll get what I can, it's the least I deserve, like Custer said!'
Glancing angrily at her son for a moment, Freya grabbed her panties from the side and threw them at him. Her glare warned him to go away, but to her surprise, Rudy picked the panties up while returning her gaze.
"Ahaha~ Throwing a morsel to your cuck son?" Turning in her chair, Aura looked right at the hero. Down on his knees, he was lying in a pool of his cum. "Go ahead, wrap those panties around your pathetic cock and hang your balls in some closet. Maybe a few days of stretching that way will help you grow that dick, although somehow I doubt it~."
In the haze of a dream, the mother returned to her new man and to the servicing of his dick. Its taste she didn't wanna forget, and the way his precum slid down her throat made her wonder how it would feel to have him shooting cum inside of her pussy. Rudy, on the other hand, watched it all happen. The depraved sight of his mother sucking a fat dick–that too while ignoring him and not even caring to hide the depraved sight of her.
However, with her panties resting on his tired pre-ejaculating dick, there was little he could say to her. Especially not when he was getting hard again, trying to imagine how it would feel to be served by a woman as Freya was serving Custer.
"Tsk… The sun's coming up." Clicking her tongue, however, Aura reminded Zephyr just how much time they had wasted with the meeting at the centre of town. Only getting a few hours to play with Freya was far from enough, but to shatter the illusion of that dream just yet would be too easy and not emotionally scarring enough for Rudeia.
Getting up from her chair while Freya continued sucking Zephyr's cock a while longer, the Archmaiden stood in front of the hero with a smirk. As he looked up, she lifted her heel and smashed his balls to bits. The next thing he knew, Rudy was waking up in his bed, balls intact and yet with the feeling of his mother's frilly panties lingering over his dick.
Freya's jaw was tired as well, and the new skill which she'd acquired–well, needless to say, made her suspicious and wonder if dreams could grant such skills? The answer to that, however, would remain a mystery just a while longer.