Chapter 6

Rita wakes with a moan as she finds her fingers deep within her pussy and I wish I had time to really enjoy myself. She can taste herself on her lips and the image of her daughter’s face is clearly there. She’s remembering what she believes is a dream and can’t deny the pleasures she felt in her dream state.

I remain in the shadows, since I still don’t have full control and only need one more night; it won’t quite be full control, but I can’t really explain it. She slowly removes her fingers from her aching pussy and pulls them up with the knowledge that it’s her own pussy she smells and I smile in the shadow of her mind at the truth. I’m not even going to whisper the truth into her ear and let her believe what she wants.

She’s getting out of bed and going into the bathroom to take care of business, and I watch as she looks at herself in the mirror. Rita can see the evidence on her face, but has no idea the dream was very real. It makes it easier for me this way, since I’m barely holding on right now and must take her son to complete my hold.

As she showers, she continues to press her fingers between her legs and imagines Jenna is the one pleasuring her. Her hands keep pushing her bush out of the way as she contemplates removing it. My implanted darkness is slowly spreading, and I just need her to go along with whatever her mind comes up with.

The water starts to chill and Rita has to wash off quickly. She was in there longer than she expected and barely gets her hair washed in time. The water is starting to get cold and she rinses as quickly as she can.

Her hands wipe away the steam as she looks into the mirror and her body drips down to the floor. I can see the age on her face, but that’s not what she’s searching for. Rita’s looking for something different about her, since that’s the only thing that makes sense. Something must have happened for her to dream about her daughter and continue the fantasy upon waking, but she can’t see me in her eyes.

She dries off and gets ready for another hard day of unpacking, which she believes will be a good thing. Rita needs to keep her mind on something productive and wishes the movers would return. The only thing she can come up with is she hasn’t been laid in a long time and is getting hornier each day.

Rita shakes her head as she smiles and knows it was just a matter of time before she dreamed about a woman, any woman. At her age, she had written off new fantasies a long time ago, but won’t fight what her subconscious invites into her dreams. She read something a while back about dreams are never what they appear and believes this to be true. It wasn’t her daughter she really dreamed about, but something that has nothing to do with her family at all.