The Wet Dream

Mindi was halfway through her coffee when the noise started upstairs. She set the cup down and climbed the stairs, barefoot, half-expecting something broken. Instead she found Moka tangled in the sheets, face damp, body twitching like she was still running somewhere in her sleep. Mindi sat on the edge of the bed, pressed a hand to her step-daughter’s shoulder. Moka’s eyes fluttered open. “It’s okay,” Mindi said. “You’re here.” Moka pushed herself up on one elbow. “My underwear’s wet.” Mindi nodded like it was the most ordinary thing in the world. She pulled the covers back and slipped in beside her. The mattress dipped; their thighs brushed. “Tell me the dream,” she said. Moka stared at the ceiling. “I was chasing you. That’s all I remember at first.” She hesitated. “Then you stopped. You held me. Kissed me.” Her voice dropped. “On the mouth. And lower.” Mindi’s breath caught, but she didn’t look away. Her palm slid up Moka’s arm, slow and sure, no longer just comforting. Moka turned her face toward her. “Is it bad that I dreamed that?” “No,” Mindi answered. The word was soft, final. They looked at each other. The quiet stretched until Mindi leaned in. Their lips met, careful at first, testing the shape of the other’s mouth. Moka’s fingers found the zipper of Mindi’s dress and drew it down; the fabric slipped off one shoulder. “Can I suck your tits?” she whispered. Mindi answered by unclasping her bra, letting it fall. Moka’s mouth closed over a nipple, warm and greedy. Mindi’s head tipped back; a low sound left her throat. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and pushed them down, then lay back and opened her thighs. Moka kissed lower, tongue tracing the line of her step-mother’s cunt, tasting salt and heat. Mindi’s hips lifted in answer. They turned together without speaking. Moka straddled Mindi’s face while her own mouth stayed buried between Mindi’s legs. Each slow lick pulled matching sighs from them. When Mindi’s tongue pressed into Moka’s ass, Moka moaned into Mindi’s cunt, the vibration running straight through her. They kept going, mouths and fingers working in rhythm until both women shook and came, clinging to each other like they’d been waiting years for the dream to finish what it started.