I dreamt that my beloved and I were making love. Her legs were spread apart and her delicious cunt was right in front of my face. It was magnificent in its luscious colors. Excited, I licked it with passion. I played with my beloved’s clitoris and her G spot to her delight. Very much in love, we were like one. The only fly in the ointment was that my mother was supposed to come over soon. The door was locked, and I would have to get up to let her in. My beloved was not aware of it, though, and I felt uneasy interrupting our lovemaking to tell her about it. Going from one orgasm to another, she was so eager that I was at a loss about my mother’s arrival. I was also worried that I would not hear her knocking at the door on account of my beloved’s yelps and screams. What should I do? And I woke up in the middle of the night before the resolution of the conundrum. Lying on my back in the dark and holding onto my swollen prick, I could still see those magnificent folds, and I could still feel them on my tongue and the tips of my fingers. The round, black hole stared into my eyes until I fell asleep again. When I woke up in the morning, I was perplexed by my mother’s appearance in the dream. Was this a time warp? And then I remembered that I met my beloved a few years before my mother died nearly two decades ago. The two of them even met on one occasion. Time is easily warped in dreams, but it was perfectly plausible in this one. In the end, I got up with a smile on my face.