Kathy Andrews
"Harder!" Mom said

CHAPTER ONE

Sabrina tossed the sheets from her sweating body.

The lighted digital clock on her bedside table indicated three in the morning.

She was perspiring heavily, and the images of her dream still swirled around in her mind.

With a moan she flung her arm over her eyes in an attempt to blot the scenes away. But they remained, as she knew they would. Nothing would make them go away, nothing.

The dreams had started two weeks ago and came to her every night without fail.

This one had been particularly bad for her.

She had been driven in her car to a desolate spot outside of town. There she was taken before a group of boys and girls sitting around a huge campfire. She had not known any of the boys and girls, they were all complete strangers to her. The only person she had known was the one who had driven her – her son.

As dreams often are, there were no explanations of how she had gotten into the car, whether willingly or not. So much was missing from the dream, she had so many questions. Why her son had driven her to this strange gathering was another mystery to her. Why he was even involved made no sense to her.

After arriving at the bonfire, her son had taken her arm and pulled her near the fire, standing her in front of the boys and girls. Although there was conversation, Sabrina could not make out words or else she did not remember them. That part came later in the dream.

She had been forced to stand there, outlined by the flames behind her. Why she was being forced she had no idea, nor did she understand why she had allowed it to happen. The boys and girls were all dressed in shorts, but the girls wore no tops. Their tits were naked and free, with rigid nipples, their flesh glowing in the reflection of the fire. Even her son wore shorts and she wanted to call him as he took his place next to a beautiful girl with lovely tits. She had tried to speak, but found her voice was gone.

As she lay in the darkness of her bedroom, the sheets at the foot of the bed, her body soaked with sweat, she recalled the rest of the dream, feeling shamed and humiliated.

She had stood before the group of boys and girls for what seemed hours, without any control over her legs, wishing she could walk away, leave them. Her hands seemed frozen at her hips, and although she held her head high, tears of degradation had streamed from her light-blue eyes.

"Take 'em off!" came a harsh demand.

As if she had been rehearsed, Sabrina had opened her blouse and removed it. Then at the command of some unseen girl, she had unhooked her bra and let it fall. In the dream, her blouse and bra fell into the flames.

"Put your shoulders back… make your tits stick out!"

Things were called out to her, directions insisting that she do this, do that, turn left, turn right. And she had obeyed them all like a robot. The feeling of shame went deep as she pulled her shoulders back, arching her tits outward, her nipples rigid. As she sobbed with humiliation, there were comments made about her tits and nipples, voices of both boys and girls.

Gazing at the darkened ceiling of the bedroom, Sabrina wondered why her son's voice was never joined with those of the others. She had known, in the dream, that he was there, watching her, condoning this, having brought her there. But all the voices were alien to her, unknown. She recognized none of them.

She saw boys fondling rounded, firm tits now, cupping and squeezing, pinching hard nipples. Even her son, she saw, was caressing the tits of the girl next to him. But all those glowing eyes were on her, on her body.

The command came from a boy to remove her skirt, and Sabrina's face burned with shame as it fell to her feet. She stood before the group of boys and girls now with her tits naked, wearing a pair of very scanty bikini panties, a garter belt, stockings and a pair of high-heeled shoes. The garter belt and stockings always surprised Sabrina. She never wore those except in her dreams. In reality she always wore pantyhose and didn't even own stockings or a garter belt.

She was told to turn again, sideways, then to present her back to them. Sabrina had stood in trembling shame as she felt those hot eyes rake up and down her body, her naked back, her stockinged thighs, the flimsy cover of her ass cheeks.

Again facing the group, she was allowed to stand without removing to stand without removing anything else for a while. Girls, she saw, were now stroking very hard cocks, running their fingers up and down the firmness and over swollen prickheads. Somehow, everyone was naked when she had been told to face them again. The high flames of the fire seemed to light everything in clear detail to Sabrina's tear-misted eyes.

She saw all those cocks, every one of them. She saw hairy balls, full balls, loose balls. She saw cunts with a great deal of hair around them, some with hardly any hair. And in her dream, her nipples had begun to burn and tingle, and her cunt became wet, soaking the crotch of her panties.

Sabrina, still gazing at her ceiling, moved a hand between her thighs and discovered her cunt was very wet for real. It was slippery with juices as she moved her finger lightly over the slightly pulsating lips and firm clitoris. The dream had been so real, so very real, it had caused her cunt to turn extremely wet.

She had been force to stand half-naked for a long time as those hot eyes looked at her. Sabrina had begun to tremble as they peered up and down her body. And despite the tears of shame in her eyes, she had been unable to stop watching what was happening among the now naked boys and girls. Boys were now caressing between the thighs of those girls, all very lovely young girls. The girls gripped the hard, throbbing cocks of the boys and jacked them up and down. Even her son was finger-fucking the girl he was with, his eyes burning on her body.

Someone, the voice vague but clear, demanded that she remove her panties.

And Sabrina obeyed.

Now all she wore was the garter belt and her stockings with her shoes. A loud sight of pleasure went through the group of boys and girls as she stood with her cunt naked.

Again she was ordered to turn and to expose her ass to them.

As if in a trance, Sabrina had obeyed. She could hear the voices commenting about her body, her tits and ass, even her cunt. The voices were frank and blunt, the words causing Sabrina to shiver with a mixture of shame and pleasure.

When she was facing the group again, one of the boys was between the legs of a girl, fucking her vigorously. The girl had her legs high in the air, waving them about as she hunched her naked ass up and down, meeting the thrusts of the boy's cock with her cunt eagerly. The couple was directly in front of her and she could see the boy's balls swinging up and down as his naked ass plunged.

As the boy and girl fucked, the unseen grip that had been holding Sabrina in place was released. Now she could move but in the dream she did not flee. She began walking among the naked boys and girls, looking at them, watching as they fondled one another. She had watched one girl twist onto her hands and knees and present her rounded ass to the fire, a boy on his knees behind her. The boy had looked up at Sabrina with a lewd smile on his face as he shoved his cock into the eager cunt of the girl before him.

Sabrina had stood watching his cock stab in and out for a moment or so, then turned and moved through the squirming bodies, pausing to watch a couple here and there. Sometimes she would feel a hot hand on her thigh as she stood near a couple, and she never knew if it was a boy or girl caressing her flesh.

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.