Chapter 3

The dreams changed.

For the first time since she had begun having her weird, erotic dream, they changed.

No longer was she taken before a group of boys and girls around a bonfire by her son. This time her son was the only one with her. The place he had taken her was new. She recognized nothing about it.

She was forced to undress and although it was still daylight, her son was not in the least concerned. Sabrina stood naked in a huge pasture with a few trees and nothing else. She had been forced to stand naked in the sunlight as her son gazed at her, jacking off.

That was it, the whole dream.

She had slept through the night remembering the dream when she woke up the next morning. Sabrina had slept a bit later than usual and she saw the sun was already climbing high outside her window. She stretched, feeling rested and good before the dream was remembered. And when it came to her, she was flushed with shame.

Always with Brian, she thought. It’s always about my son, even from the first dream.

Sabrina showered quickly and dressed. She had seldom slept this late. As she finished with her hair, her son came into her room. Seeing him in the mirror, Sabrina began to tremble.

“You look good, Mom.” he told her, grinning in a way that was strange to her. “But I hope you don’t have any panties on.”

“Why should...”

“Come on, Mom.” he said. “If you’ve got panties on, take them off.”

A hot flush crept over her lovely face and she felt the grip of domination surrounding her again, forcing her. She turned saying in a soft whisper “All right, I’ll take them off.”

She started to go into the bathroom when her son stopped her.

“No, take them off here in front of me.”

Sabrina shook with shame, staring at her son seeing the heat in his eyes, the twinkle of his sudden power to make her do such lewd things. “Brian please, let’s stop this nonsense right now before...”

“Before what, Mom?” he asked. “Before what?”

A shudder went through Sabrina and the quick pulsations of her cunt did not help matters. Gazing into his burning eyes, almost feeling mesmerized and under his control completely. Unable to resist, Sabrina’s hands moved down the front of her thighs. She lifted her skirt pulling it up slowly. When she had the hem at her crotch, she tried once more to fight against this. Tears came to her eyes again and her hands shoved into the bikini panties, peeling them downward. Brian’s eyes glowed like burning coals as he watched his mother.

Her legs, so long and so smooth, her flesh fantastically creamy, caused his cock to throb. He caught a glimpse of her dark cunt hair before the hem of her skirt covered it.

“That’s better,” he said.

And as quickly as he had entered her room, he left.

Sabrina stood in place, naked under her skirt, shame making her face pink. She had obeyed her son once again and Sabrina knew now that she was in his control, that no matter what he told her to do, she would do it despite the humiliation she felt.

She would obey him because ... because ... oh, it makes me feel so good!

The thought struck her like the clap of thunder. It’s true, she thought. It does feel good ... makes my cunt so very hot when Brian makes me do these wicked things. I feel so ashamed of myself but so good too.

Feeling odd without her panties, Sabrina found her son in the living room. He glanced at her with knowing eyes.

“You didn’t put your panties back on after I left, did you Mom?”

She shook her head, unable to look at him.

“Show me!”

Sabrina was standing in the doorway to the kitchen and when she heard him, her cunt almost convulsed with orgasm. Her back was toward him and while her face turned pink again, she lifted the back of her skirt and revealed her shapely, naked ass to her son.

“Okay.” he said and she dropped her skirt.

She found her coffee already perked and a smile spread over her face. Brian had never prepared coffee for her before. Perhaps he was trying to make amends, to show that although he could make her do anything he wanted, he would do these small favours for her.

She was left alone as she drank her coffee, smoking quietly as the thoughts flittered through her mind. Something had changed between them. Something she failed to understand. Overnight she had become passive with her son, he was now the dominate one. And his domination was erotic.

Sabrina wondered if her son received pleasure in making her ashamed, in humiliating her. She knew it was giving her pleasure. She had not realized she had this inclination to be degraded before but the pleasure it had given her told her as much. It explained her dreams somewhat. She had been degraded and humiliated in those dreams and she had cum often.

She wondered how far her son would take her, what means would her use to humiliate her, to make her ashamed of herself. And Brian knew very well she was excited by what was happening—as excited as he was.

Brian came into the kitchen as she finished her last cup of coffee. He stood behind her and she felt him rest his hands on her shoulders for a moment. Then he shoved his hands down and cupped her tits through her blouse and bra.

“You’ve got pretty tits, Mom.” he said, his hands squeezing them. “You shouldn’t be wearing a bra. Take it off!”

“But I...”

Brian opened his mother’s blouse and again it was the strapless type that hooked between her tits. Her son unhooked her bra and tossed it onto the table, saying. “When I tell you to take something off, Mom. You do it!”

“I will.” she heard herself saying.

Her son’s hands fondled her tits, pinching at her nipples between a thumb and forefinger. Her creamy tits swelled beneath his hands, becoming very hard with rigid nipples. Her cunt was getting very wet and she crossed her legs, creating pressure against her tingling clitoris.

The chair she sat in was open-backed and she felt the hardness of her son’s cock pressing against her. She thought she could feel the heat of his prick and she certainly felt the throbbing of it. She wished it was out of his ... No, I don’t really wish that! her mind flared.

Ah, but you do, Sabrina.

A shiver went through her, knowing she did want to feel his hard cock against her back.

“Turn around.” Brian said.

Turning, Sabrina found her son was removing his cock from his pants. She gazed at it, her tongue licking at her dry lips. She was afraid he would tell her to...

“Ooo.” she whimpered.

Brian had shoved his cock against one of her tits. The swollen head pressed against her nipple and she felt the wetness seeping from his piss hole. She could not take her eyes from it, seeing the throbbing shaft, the head almost buried as he pressed it into her tit. Then he moved his cock to the other tit, smearing her flesh with the seeping juices from his piss hole, making her nipples wet and causing them to tingle nicely.

Shoving his cock between his mother’s tits, Brian said, his voice thick with passion. “Press your tits around my cock, Mom.”

Sabrina’s hands cupped her tits and she closed the smooth, hot flesh about his prick. She felt his cock throbbing against the softness of her tits and then her son began to pump his prick about the valley of flesh she made.

“Want me to fuck your tits, Mom?” Brian asked. “I think that’s what I’ll do, fuck you between your pretty tits.”

Sabrina was gazing down at herself, seeing his cock moving against the tightness of her tits, her hands holding them between her tits, pressing them deeply against his sweetly hard prick. Oddly enough, she felt no shame doing this with him. It felt good, deliciously good. The feel of her son’s very hard cock between her tits sent ripples of excited desire going up and down her body and her clitoris throbbed as much as his cock did and her cunt was pulsating as if it were about to explode into a tremendous orgasm. She was breathing hard and hot, her chin tucked downward, her blue eyes glazed over with steaming pleasure as she watched her son fuck her between the tits.

She lifted her eyes to his face, seeing the delight there, the glow of his eyes. She smiled softly at her son then looked back down at his cock sliding up and down the heat of her tits. His hands were on her shoulders, knowing his mother would keep her tits tight against his cock.

And Sabrina did. She had never felt a cock against her tits before, had never experienced the pleasure of feeling such sweet hardness moving in and out of the valley of her tits. She began to whimper softly, feeling no shame now—just that bubbling, hot ecstasy.

Brian was breathing harshly and he suddenly spurted.

The creamy whiteness of his cum juice erupted from his piss hole, smearing her shapely tits as he pumped almost frantically. She felt his cum juice splash upon her chin and even her bottom lip, and her eyes became glassy as she watched her son’s cock gushing. Her tits were smeared now with his cum juice, glistening wetly and still he came. When he finished, Sabrina’s tits were covered with the sweet wetness of his cum juice, some on her chin. With a sudden cry of delight, she smeared the slippery cum juice about her flesh with eager fingers making sure she coated her burning nipples too.

Brian stood a foot or so in front of her, watching as she smeared the cum juice about her naked tits, still gasping for breath. “You liked that, huh, Mom?”

Sabrina could not deny it, could not lie to her son. She nodded her head, her light blue eyes glowing with lewd delight.

“I can do anything I want, can’t I, Mom?” he said. “I can make you do anything, huh?”

Sabrina hesitated then whispered. “Yes, darling.”

“Anything?” he repeated.

“Yes, Brian,” she replied, shivering because she knew this committed her totally and completely.

“Even ... fuck you?”

A liquid tremor shot through her body and her cunt flexed tightly. “Yes.” she said with an even softer whisper.

“You have to talk louder.” Brian said.

“Yes!”

“What can I do with you, Mom?” he taunted.

“You can ... can ... fuck me!”