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"Harder!" Mom Said by Kathy Andrews


Chapter 1


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.

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