Kasumi glanced down at her kimono—it was tied correctly, the fabric draped over her body as it should be. But then—
Her hand drifted downward, her fingers brushing against the futon beneath her.
And that's when she felt it.
[It's… wet…]Her fingers froze, her eyes widening as she pressed her palm against the fabric. The dampness was undeniable. Thick. Warm. Sticky.
[My crotch… and even the bed…] Her heart pounded in her chest as the realization hit her like a punch to the gut.
[I had a wet dream… of my son-in-law… OMG… OMG… OMG…!]
Her face burned with shame, her mind reeling as the fragments of the dream came rushing back—Jack's tongue, his hands on her breasts, the way her body had betrayed her, the way she had squirted all over him.
[No… no, no, no… This can't be real…]She bit her lip hard, her body trembling as she tried to process it. The wetness beneath her was proof. The ache between her legs was proof. The scent of her arousal—musky, thick, and unmistakable—was proof.
