The false night in the Dream Dimension had wrapped the ruined house in a cocoon of shadow, but within the upstairs room, a soft scarlet glow still illuminated the space like candlelight. The air was still heavy with the scent of dust and lavender from the shaken blankets, but inside, the faint, intimate musk of their earlier closeness surround the room like a breeze.
The atmosphere in the room was different than the murky dark outside. Wanda lay sleeping on her front across the narrow bed, her body relaxed in repose, face turned to the side on the pillow, dark hair spilling across her cheek like a silken veil. Her red laced bra had been discarded hours ago, tossed to the floor in a heap with her sweater, leggings, and panties, mingled with Sam's T-shirt and pants — a tangled pile of fabric that spoke of hurried passion and tender vulnerability. Her bare back rose and fell with slow breaths, the curve of her spine leading down to the swell of her hips and ass, skin pale and flawless in the dim light, a few faint freckles scattered across her shoulders like stars.
Sam was closer, the mattress creaking softly under his weight. He was leaning down into the soft swell of her left breast. The nipple hardened under his touch, vanishing into the warmth of his mouth as he sucked tenderly, tongue swirling in slow, exploratory circles. The taste of her skin was salty-sweet, like the essence of her, and he lost himself in it. With his right hand, he tenderly pressed and mashed her right breast, fingers kneading the full, soft flesh with innocent reverence, feeling the weight and give beneath his palm. A quiet moan escaped Wanda's lips in her sleep, her body arching slightly into his touch.
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At night, After Wanda loosened her dress, Sam was mesmerized. Her fingers lingered at the clasp of her red laced bra, but she paused, eyes locked on Sam with a tender, inviting smile.
Sam sat frozen on the edge of the bed, mesmerized. His eyes widened, tracing the curve of her waist, the soft swell of her hips. He tried to maintain his posture—back straight, hands clenched in his lap—but his cheeks burned crimson, breath coming in shallow bursts. Innocence and desire warred on his face.
Wanda stepped closer, voice low and loving. "It's okay, my dear. This starts a new bond between us, deeper than before.."
She reached for his T-shirt, tugging it upward. Sam lifted his arms obediently, letting her discard it onto the floor with the growing pile of clothes.
Then Wanda climbed onto the bed, kneeling in the center, sheets rumpling beneath her. She looked at him with a sly grin, a playful glint in her eyes despite the intimacy.
"Are you waiting for anything? Any special call from your mom to come closer?" she teased softly. "If you do… you'd better leave those pants and drawers on the floor."
Sam stood, hands trembling as he pushed down his pants and underwear, stepping out of them. His arousal was evident, but his movements were hesitant.
"Now, come closer, my sweet boy. Embrace me."
As he approached, Wanda silently reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it slide from her shoulders. Her full breasts spilled free, nipples hardening in the cool air.
Sam's gaze lifted just as the bra fell away. He froze for a heartbeat, awe washing over his face.
Then he jumped onto the bed, reeling toward her like a magnet, body pressing close, heart racing as their new bond ignited in warmth and touch. Sam lay beside her, awake but mesmerized, his innocent eyes tracing the lines of her body with a mixture of awe and shy desire. He had never seen a woman so completely, so openly vulnerable, and the sight stirred something deep within him — a need to please, to connect, to make her feel as cherished as she made him feel. His heart raced, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and excitement, but he couldn't look away. Wanda had called him her son, had marked this new life with a kiss, and now, in this dream-bound world where everything felt distant, he wanted to show her how much he cared.
He started with the soft touch of his lips around the left nipple. Wanda moaned for a bit, but persued Sam to continue. His lips brushed the soft swell of her left breast. The nipple hardened instantly under his touch; he took it gently into his mouth, sucking tenderly, tongue swirling in slow, careful circles. The taste of her skin was warm and faintly sweet, like something essential. He lost himself in the feel — the soft give of her flesh, the way the peak vanished into the heat of his mouth.
Wanda stirred, her eyelids fluttering as pleasure pulled her from slumber. A soft sigh escaped her, and her left hand lifted lazily, fingers threading through Sam's hair, stroking his head with maternal affection. "My sweet boy… you're too much gentle.." she murmured, voice husky with sleep and arousal. Her right hand slipped between her thighs, inside the thin fabric of her panties, fingers moving in slow, rhythmic circles over her own warmth, savoring the building heat that his innocent adoration ignited.
Sam continued for long minutes, lost in the rhythm, until he pulled back slightly, lips glistening, and shifted to her right nipple. He took it into his mouth with the same tender devotion, sucking gently while his hand cupped and pressed the left breast he had just left wet and aching.
Wanda's eyes opened fully now, a sleepy, pleased smile spreading across her face as she watched him. "Why do you like them so much, Sam?" she asked, voice low and teasing, her fingers still circling lazily between her legs.
Sam looked up at her, cheeks flushing deeper with shyness, but his eyes were earnest and full of wonder. "They're too beautiful to leave alone," he whispered, voice soft and innocent. "Soft… perfect. Like you."
Wanda's heart swelled with love and desire. She laughed softly, happily, and arched her back, lifting her body to give him better access. "Then don't stop," she encouraged, her right hand moving faster now, fingers smoothing her vagina, feeling herself grow wet and slick under his touch.
Sam returned to sucking her right nipple, his hand pressing and mashing the left with growing confidence, though still tender and careful, as if afraid to hurt her. Wanda's breaths came quicker, moans building in her throat as pleasure coiled low in her belly.
After some time, Sam pulled back again, breathing hard, his eyes dropping to her hand moving beneath the fabric of her panties. Curiosity and desire burned in his gaze. "What… what are you doing?" he asked hesitantly.
Wanda smiled, slow and loving, pulling her hand free to show him her glistening fingers. "I'm embracing your touch," she whispered, her voice husky. "Saluting how you make me feel down here… my pussy. Do you want to see it, my boy?"
Sam nodded, wide-eyed and hesitant, his innocence making the moment all the more intimate.
Wanda lifted her hips slightly, and Sam reached down with trembling hands, hooking his fingers in the waistband of her panties. He pulled them down slowly, inch by inch, revealing the soft red bush framing her glistening folds. The sight made his breath catch — the first time he had seen a vagina up close, the intimate heart of her, wet and inviting.
With Natasha, it was a moment's bliss, but with Wanda, it was like a magic.
Wanda blushed a little, her cheeks tinting pink at his sudden eagerness. "Slow down a bit, Sam," she teased gently, her voice breathy. "We have time."
But Sam, driven by a pure, heartfelt desire to please her, leaned down without hesitation. He parted her thighs gently, his breath warm against her skin, and lowered his mouth to her center.
The first touch of his tongue on her clitoris made Wanda shiver, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. "Oh… Sam, don't…"
Despite her warning, Sam started licking tentatively at a fast pace — too much curious and reverent — tasting her salt-sweet arousal, his tongue swirling in slow circles around the sensitive bud. Wanda's hand returned to his hair, guiding him with gentle tugs.
"Oh... you don't listen to me... so do it... Like that… my good boy…"
Emboldened by her moans, Sam clutched her thighs tighter, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he poured his tongue over her clitoris, licking and sucking with growing fervor. Every touch sent shivers through Wanda's body, her hips lifting instinctively, moans growing louder, breath coming in soft, rhythmic waves that filled the room.
The pleasure built fast — his innocent eagerness, the pure devotion in every lick — until she shattered with a cry, thighs trembling around his head, release flooding his mouth with salty warmth. Sam lapped it up gently, savoring her, his face flushed and shining.
He pulled back, spreading her legs apart wider, looking at her with awe as she savored the moment, her chest heaving lightly, a happy glow on her face.
"You taste… amazing," he whispered shyly.
Wanda reached for him, pulling him up to lie beside her. "You made me so happy, my son," she said, voice thick with emotion. "So very happy."
Sam blushed, then asked softly, "Can I sleep with my arms on your boobs? Just… holding you?"
Wanda laughed tenderly, pulling him close. "As you wish, my love."
They curled together — Wanda lying on his right arm, her back to his chest, Sam cupping both her breasts gently from behind, feeling their soft weight in his palms. They drifted into sleep like that, bodies entwined, the night quiet around them.
Light came with a light breeze whispering through the cracked window, carrying the faint scent of snow and ash. Sam woke first, blinking at the slow-rising sun in the bruised sky. He felt Wanda's warmth against him, her naked body pressed close, a happy smile lingering on her sleeping face, feeling like it was all a dream.
His eyes drifted lower, to Wanda's body — the beautiful figure in daylight, along with the soft red bush framing her folds. Curiosity and desire stirred anew within him, innocent but insistent.
Gently, so as not to wake her, he shifted down the bed, parting her legs with careful hands. She stirred slightly but remained asleep.
He leaned in, stitching his tongue around her entrance, tasting the faint remnants of their night. Slowly, he lifted her legs apart wider, his licks focusing on her clitoris — soft, exploratory touches that drew whispering moans from her even in sleep.
Wanda's breathing changed, soft sighs turning to quiet gasps as pleasure pulled her from slumber. Her eyes fluttered open to find Sam between her legs, trying to insert his penis inside her. Wanda giggled slowly, as she reach her hand to his penis and helped him insert his cock inside her. He started thrusting gently inside her, his cock sliding in and out with slow, melting heat. Wanda was now fully awake, savoring the moment slowly as her pussy was devoured bit by bit.
A sly, happy smile spread across her face. "My son is... looking for good times... in the morning," she murmured, voice husky, "and found the... right place."
Hearing that, Sam started thrusting a little faster, shy but eager, his innocence making the moment all the more tender.
Wanda hugged him close, her breasts pressing against his chest, moaning loudly as he drove deeper, calling his name again and again — "Sam… my boy… yes… so good my son... make me proud..."
The room was now filled with the sound of the melting bodies. Sam became faster after each loud moan came out from Wanda's mouth. He occasionally grabs her breasts, making Wanda more aroused, "Ohh... My son... Ravaged me.. ravaged your mom.... Make me cum..."
Wanda was coming faster with each thrust, her pussy was already filled with semen, came out with every thrust Sam pulled on. After a couple of moments, Wanda literally gave up, as the bedsheet was now soaking with the fluid released from both of them.
Sam collapsed beside her after the following, only caressing her face with his left hand.
Wanda felt his semen spill out, tried to check once, but too lazy to sit up. She scooped a fingerful from her pussy, and licked it slowly, eyes on his. "So good," she whispered, stroking his head as they lay there, looking at the ceiling with the morning glow.
Noon came, but the creaking sounds inside the house did not stop. It was almost two hours, as it continued. Sam and Wanda both slept after the morning intimacy. But after waking up, Sam started again, pounding his 'Mom' on the bed, slowly thrusting her with the same eagerness.
But it didn't end.
It went back to the floor, then the table, then the single couch beside the bed, as it says, practically everywhere in the room.
Wanda did not said anything, as she herself found pleasure now in this act.
Now, Wanda stood at the window, still naked, hair falling across her face in wild strands, hands braced on the sill as Sam thrust into her pussy from behind — deep, steady movements that made her gasp with every impact, her breasts swaying with the rhythm. She was exhausted, but still on going as she did not want to end this pleasure too. Her pussy was wrecked, already creampied with loads of cum, her whole body reeks of Sam's release as it but she didn't hesitate. She glanced back, moaning, "Planning to... continue... the whole day, my boy?"
Sam, flushed and earnest, gripped her hips. "As your son," he panted, "it's my duty to satisfy you and make you happy. Are you tired?"
Wanda moaned, "But my dear.... I am exhausted.... "
Sam stopped his thrust, said, "Sorry Mom, it's the last time, I promise!"
Wanda laughed breathlessly. "Then do it faster. I want the biggest from you this time.."
Sam, eager to please, said, "Okay, Mom," and thrust with all his remaining stamina — hard, deep, relentless.
Wanda clutched the window pane, knuckles white, moaning loudly as waves of pleasure built, her body trembling with each powerful stroke.
After about 10 minutes of heavy thrusting, when she felt him nearing release, Wanda pushed back gently, turned, and dropped to her knees. She took his cock in her mouth, sucking eagerly, tongue swirling until he crumbled with a groan, releasing a heap of semen into her mouth.
Wanda sucked and licked it all up, swallowing with a satisfied smile.
Out of Stamina, Sam went to the bed and leaned over. Wanda, also exhausted, joined him on the bed — satisfied, happy, holding hands as they drifted into a deep, sated sleep.
Wanda mentioned softly, "You know, Sam, I was always wanted to be a good mother… I don't know what will happen afterwards, but I want a promise from you."
Sam looked at her, said, "Yes. Tell me, mom. I try my best.."
Natasha added, "Whenever I feel lonely, I feel like I was going to break, you have to embress me like this.. you have to make me happy.. promise me.."
Sam blushed. "I try my best, mom. It's my promise to you."
Wanda smiled. "Do you love Natasha...? Yesterday, I saw you and her.. being intimate inside your room."
Sam pull up his head, "Yes, Mom. But are you angry with me?"
Wanda smiled again. She said, "Relax, my dear. If you love her, it's ok for me. It's nothing. Why it's not okay? In this world, there is no morality for these things. She wanted you, so you fulfilled her, in this way, you two also made a bond. Natasha is always in constant pain, you must make her happy too."
Sam nodded shyly. "Sure, but I have to tell Natasha about this — about us."
Wanda squeezed his hand. "We'll tell her together. So you're not accused alone. You see, Natasha might get jealous. So We both have to tell her."
"Right, mom. When time comes, We'll tell her."
They slept holding hands, unaware of time passing.
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A sudden jolt from the void struck down to the house, as Wanda first opened her eyes. The dimension had shifted — a mesh of absolute black void swallowing everything outside the house, dropping a pitch black scene that slowly surround them.
Wanda sat up, her powers surging back. They were on the floor, as the bed vanished on darkness. Sam was still sleepy, as he didn't know the changes into the dimension yet. Wanda hurriedly awake him up.
"Sam..Sam!..Sam!! Wake up! Fast!"
Sam slowly opened his eyes, "What… What's going on?"
"This is it," she said. "This is the chance. The veil is thin now. We can escape." Sam was still half sleepy, but opened his eyes fully to see all the darkness engulfed them. Sam sit up with pace, asked, "Why it changed?"
Wanda still looking through the room, said, "The moments between us... The happiness... The sweet moments.. it changed the place. The dimension is shifting slowly. We have to find the correct exit."
"But how?"
"My powers are back.. Let me try one thing."
She conjured a hex butterfly — glowing scarlet, the delicate wings beating, lighting up the surroundings with faint red glow.
"We can Follow it. Focus on happy moments — like us, together. So we will not be devoured again by this place."
Sam took her hand. Wanda nodded, then started following the creature.
Noises assaulted them on the path — Sam's parents' blurred voices, the baby's cry, Wanda's sons calling, subjects screaming from chambers, even somehow Utopian citizens crying echoed in the surroundings.
Sam panicked, his grip tightened around her hand.
Wanda said calmly, "Sam, Just Focus on the happy moments, like I am. Us. This."
He held her hand, ignored the sounds, and they ran behind the butterfly through the black.
After what felt like an eternity, a silhouette of light appeared. The butterfly went towards it, so we're they. Wanda just gasped, "At last, we can exit."
They ran and jumped into it. The light engulfed them. Sam lose his consciousness, didn't know what will awaits.