Chapter 65: Just a Dream

"I was wearing a what?" Mommy chuckled.

"A bra," Kathy repeated herself. The dream seemed so real she couldn't get it out of her mind. Even Mister Novak had commented that she seemed distracted during their little encounter that morning. She made a mental note to make it up to the sweet man when she was in a better frame of mind.

"And I was upset that you were in bed with Billy? I just don't know where you'd get an idea like that." Mommy mused. Kathy's dream had become the centerpiece of the evening's dinner conversation.

"Yeah, and just how did I turn into a Teddy bear?" Christi interjected. "Am I gaining weight or something?"

"Oh, you silly," Kathy tickled her beloved's flat little tummy, "I think it just means I like to cuddle with you."

"Well, I'd rather be a kitty, but I guess a Teddy's okay, too."

"I'll try to turn you into a kitty next time," Kathy cackled and ran her fingers across the pretty brunette's nylon-covered thigh. She then speared a vegi-ravioli and fed it to little Kim who was chained to the table leg.

"Thank you, Miss Kathy," the black-eyed slave girl chewed gratefully.

"Mommy," Becky chirped, "can I take Kim to school for show-and-tell tomorrow?"

"We'll see, sweetheart. Do you think you're ready to share her with all the kids in your class?"

"Gee," the freckle-face mused, "I hadn't thoughted about that." She looked down adoringly at the girl seated on the floor next to her chair. "Maybe you should stay home 'til Daddy has time to play with you some more."

"Yes, Miss Becky," Kim rubbed against her mistress's leg, "anything you say."

"Aren't they sweet," Mommy cooed.

"Becky's got a girlfriend. Becky's got a girlfriend," Billy sassed. "Becky's got a girlfriend and she won't share."

"No!" Becky's face flashed as red as her hair. "She's mine! Mommy, tell Billy he can't have her."

"You heard her, Billy," Kathy teased, "you still can't have 'nun.'"

"Ah, Mom, they're still picking on me."

"No, you kids stop it," Mommy corrected. "I'm sure Becky will let you borrow her sometime. And, anyway, it's not like you're doing without, young man." Mommy reached under the table and massaged Billy's still over-stimulated manhood. "Since Daddy had to fly out on business, why don't you keep me company tonight? Just the two of us."

"Sure, Mom!" Billy's mood shot higher, as did the rod between his legs.

"Just remember to save some for me in the morning, Bil-ly." Christi licked her lips. "I can't get out of bed anymore without my wake up call."

"Speaking of bed," Kathy yawned. "I think I'll turn in early. I really want to finish that dream."

"Sounds more like a nightmare to me," Christi sniffed. "Panties, popping your cherry, I don't think I'd care what happened next."

"You know, Kathy," Mommy counselled, "you can't just turn dreams on and off. You may never have it again."

"But then again," Christi interjected, "I had one about my thighs growing together every night for a month."

"Gross," Kathy made a face, "what did you do?"

"Stopped eating chocolate ice cream at bedtime and it went away."

"You are SO silly."

"Yeah, Kathy," Billy smirked, "maybe was just someone you ate."

"Mommy, tell him to shut up!"

"Don't take it so seriously, sweetheart," Mommy soothed, "it was just a dream."

"I know. But I've just got to figure it out." Kathy ran her hand slowly through her hair, letting it fall like gold across her shoulder. "It was just so weird."