Kathy Andrews - Harder! Mom said

She paused to watch a boy on his side, plunge his cock into the strangely hairy cunt of a girl also on her side but with her back to him. The girl lifted her leg high, grinning at Sabrina as the boy plunged his cock in and out of her pussy.

She went from couple to couple watching, seeing cocks thrusting into cunts; rounded tits being squeezed; balls held.

The dream had always been the same most of the nights. The difference this time was that she had moved about the group looking, becoming excited. Before, Sabrina had to always stand before the fire naked, seeing the boys and girls fucking from a distance.

But in her dream this night, she had been somehow allowed to among them but not touch. Once she had tried to move her fingers over the bouncing ass of a boy as he moved between a girl's thighs and the couple evaporated… disappeared. They could touch her but she could not touch them.

Sabrina sat up in bed sighing. Dreams were so crazy, she thought as she pulled a cigarette from the pack on the night table. She fired it from a disposable lighter and inhaled deeply.

Drawing her knee up to her tits, she placed her chin on it and smoked in the darkness. She could always remember the dreams. They were always so clear and vivid. She could remember them from the first one, all the details clear in her mind.

And they had seemed so real, so very real. Except when she tried to touch a boy's naked ass in this dream.

Crushing her cigarette out in the ashtray, she squirmed her feet from the bed and sat there for a moment. Then with a shrug, she went into the adjoining bathroom and pissed.

Back in the bedroom again, she stood and looked out her window at the night sky. She crossed her arms beneath her tits and leaned against the sill. Her floor-length nightgown was still damp from her perspiration.

Lifting the gown from her body, she tossed it across the foot of the bed, standing naked. It was almost the way she had been in the dream.

She had dreamed of standing above a boy lying on his back, with a lovely young girl at his side, running her hand up and down his very thick cock. The girl had grinned at Sabrina, then tossed her legs over the boy. Whether Sabrina had leaned down or not, she didn't remember. But she had been able to see the girl's cunt suck up the thick cock as she squatted on the boy.

She had watched with interest as the girl's ass bounced up and down, her pussy riding the boy's prick with liquid smoothness. The girl's ass cheeks split and Sabrina had seen her tiny asshole winking, could see the lips of her wet cunt stretch around the cock.

Moving again, she paused to see a girl squatting above the face of a boy, rubbing her pussy along his face. The boy's eyes flashed up at Sabrina with a hot desire in them as his tongue moved along those wet cunt lips. Somehow, Sabrina could see the way his tongue moved and twirled at the girl's distended clitoris. Whether she had lowered her head or not was not clear to her.

Turning she found a girl sprawled on her back, legs wide and drawn to her tits, her ass arching very high in the air. The cheeks of her ass were split and a boy was kneeling there with his tongue penetrating the lips of her pussy. She could hear the lapping sounds, the sounds a puppy would make when drinking water from a bowl. She had seen his tongue clearly thrust very deep into the girl's cunt then begin fucking in and out.

And finally she was standing near her son and the girl with him. Her son had looked at her with innocent eyes, the girl stroking his cock and balls. Her son had stood then, almost as tall as his mother. His cock strained out from a bush of dark hair and the girl rose to her knees before him. Sabrina watched the girl run her unusually long tongue about her son's cock, sliding and licking at the throbbing shaft then twisting it about the smoothly swollen head. Her son was dripping from his piss hole and made a soft, sobbing sound of ecstasy.

Sabrina had seen the girl's lips curl about her son's cock as she sucked his prick into her mouth. And at the same time the girl sucked the head of her son's cock, she had slipped a hot palm between Sabrina's thighs – feeling her up slowly. Sabrina felt that wicked hand close against her cunt and then a finger was up her pussy, thrusting in and out. Sabrina had stood with her feet slightly apart, feeling the finger sliding in and out of her cunt as she watched this girl sucking on her son's cock.

She had in the dream wanted to shove the girl away from her son, to grab his hand and with him, getting away from this insane orgy. Yet she had been unable to move. All she could do was stand there and watch the girl suck faster and faster on her son's cock as she finger-fucked her with that excruciatingly slow movement of her finger.

Still gazing out her window, naked now, Sabrina thought she could still feel that finger moving into her cunt. She shivered and walked to the night table for another cigarette.

Unlike the other dreams, she had not awaken clutched in a shattering orgasm.

This dream went on and on.

The girl sucked on her son's cock forever or so it seemed to Sabrina.

And then somehow the spell had been broken.

Sabrina had grabbed her son and jerked the girl away from his prick. She had run with him to the car and driven home fast. When they arrived home, she was still naked. And her son, his cock still hard had reached for her as they entered the house – his hands clawing at her ass.

That was where this dream ended.

Snuffing her cigarette out, she pulled a robe on and walked from her room. She paused at her son's room and looked in at him. Brien was on his back, sleeping deeply. He had kicked the sheets down and Sabrina gazed at the bulge of his cock and balls inside his tight jockey shorts.

She wondered why her son was always in her dreams, the one that always took her to that isolated place and forced her to watch as others made her undress, exposing her shameful nakedness.

Dreams were so crazy, she thought as she went through the darkened house to the kitchen. Although it was early, she put on the coffee and then sat the table sipping it. She tried hard to understand the significance of her dream and why it was always the same – except for tonight.

But as with most dreams, it made no sense to Sabrina.

She was wide awake and knew she would not go back to sleep. She returned to her room and then drew a hot bath, sprinkling scented crystals into it.

She relaxed in the tub, still wondering about the weirdness of her dreams.

The day was bright and warm.

Despite her lack of sleep, Sabrina felt fresh and filled with vitality.

She was a dark-haired, light blue-eyed widow of thirty-three. She was better looking than most of her friends. She was in fact beautiful. She had performed on a few television commercials and modeled clothing for a while. Her husband had been her photographer-manager until the horrible crash that took his life.

There was plenty of money and she had no financial worries. And although she had been a widow for five years, she had no desire to return to work. She was too old to model anyway, she knew.

Sabrina was tall, slender, and the fashion of the day was perfect for her body. Her eyes gave her the appearance of being Eurasian, but she had no Asian blood in her background that she knew of. Her skin was light-brown color, as if she had a perpetual tan. Her lips were full, moist and delectable.

She sat on the blanket in the back yard, her legs crossed in front of her as she read. She was dressed in a light blouse and a pair of white shorts. Although there was a grape arbor with a gazebo, she preferred to sit on the green grass with the blanket.

Looking up from the book, she saw Brien come out of the house. In her dreams he was older. She looked at his young body now, seeing it as she always saw it in her dreams. He was wearing a pair of ragged, faded cut-offs, his chest bare. He was a good-looking young man, she thought, with his dark hair fashionably long, curling about his ears. He resembled his father more than he did her, she thought.