Chapter 2

The day was bright and warm.

Despite her lack of sleep, Sabrina felt fresh and filled with vitality.

She was a dark-haired, light blue-eyed widow of thirty-three. She was better looking than most of her friends. She was in fact beautiful. She had performed on a few television commercials and modeled clothing for a while. Her husband had been her photographer-manager until the horrible crash that took his life.

There was plenty of money and she had no financial worries. And although she had been a widow for five years, she had no desire to return to work. She was too old to model anyway, she knew.

Sabrina was tall, slender, and the fashion of the day was perfect for her body. Her eyes gave her the appearance of being Eurasian, but she had no Asian blood in her background that she knew of. Her skin was light-brown color, as if she had a perpetual tan. Her lips were full, moist and delectable.

She sat on the blanket in the back yard, her legs crossed in front of her as she read. She was dressed in a light blouse and a pair of white shorts. Although there was a grape arbor with a gazebo, she preferred to sit on the green grass with the blanket.

Looking up from the book, she saw Brian come out of the house. In her dreams he was older. She looked at his young body now, seeing it as she always saw it in her dreams. He was wearing a pair of ragged, faded cut-offs, his chest bare. He was a good- looking young man, she thought, with his dark hair fashionably long, curling about his ears. He resembled his father more than he did her, she thought.

Her eyes moved about his long thighs, then settled at the front of his cut-offs. There was nothing to see. His cock did not bulge there at all.

Brian squatted in front of his mother.

"Mom," he said, "I've been having some strange dreams at night."

A sudden ripple of icy chills went up Sabrina's spine. She closed the book and looked at her son closely. "What kind of dreams, darling?"

She saw him flush lightly, and knew the type of dreams he was having. Brian had always confided in her, letting her in on all his secrets. But he seemed hesitant now.

She noticed he was trying to keep from looking at her tits. The thin blouse molded them, and her nipples protruded at the material.

"I can't help you if you don't tell me about them, Brian." she said softly.

"They're kinda well, weird, Mom."

"Darling, no one is responsible for their dreams." she said. "That's your unconscious mind and when you dream, you can't be held accountable."

"They're... Mom, I dream about you!" he blurted, his flush deeper.

A chill went through Sabrina. Was it possible? she thought. Was it really possible they were having the same dreams? Of course not... no one had the same kind of dream, did they?

Her voice was very low, quivering when she said, "Tell me anyway, darling."

Brian stammered over the words, but managed to get them out. "I see you Mom, in my dreams... but you don't have any clothes on--you're naked, Mom!"

A spasm shot down her stomach to her cunt. Sabrina could hardly breathe as she waited for her son to go on.

"I mean really naked," he said, "with nothing on at all. You're... you're..."

She had to ask. "Brian, am I standing before a bonfire?"

"No... nothing like that." he said. "You're just naked in the house here, or some other house."

"Is anyone else there?"

"No, just you and me."

"Why was I naked, honey."

"Because I... because I asked you to take your clothes off, Mom." Then after a short pause. "No, I told you to take them off, not ask."

"And I did it?"

He nodded. "You did... you did everything I told you to do."

Sabrina's body was shaking and she was acutely aware that her cunt was pulsating in a strong way. She felt an impulse to look down at her crotch to see if her shorts were damp but fought it off.

"What did you tell me to do after I was naked?" Sabrina's voice was very low now.

"I told you to... everything, Mom."

"I didn't protest?"

"No, you just did everything I told you to do, like I was... well like I was the boss."

"Boss?"

"You know, like I was... had to be obeyed. I don't know how else to explain it, Mom. But you did everything I told you to do. But you didn't want to," he added quickly. "You didn't say anything but I knew you felt ashamed of it. But then again, you seemed to like it. I just don't understand, Mom."

Their dreams were not the same and she sighed with a measure of relief. But still they were enough alike. She had been under her son's power, forced to obey him, in both their dreams.

A hot blanket seemed to wrap about Sabrina, and she had the sensation of being under her son's control, as she had been in her own dream.

Brian was looking at her with piercing eyes, focusing on the swells of her tits openly. Glancing at his crotch as he squatted, she noticed he was getting a hard-on. He was, she knew, reliving his dream of domination over her, a sexual domination.

A hot flush came over her beautiful face and before she could stop herself, she said, "Tell me... tell me what to do."

Brian's eyes lifted to hers.

"I..." Sabrina stammered as she realized what she had said. But she could not power to control her words. "I... shouldn't have said it that... I mean..."

"You're blushing," Brian said, "just like in my dream, Mom."

They gazed at each other for a long time. It was her son that broke the heavy silence.

"Open your blouse, Mom."

Just as she had obeyed him in her dream, Sabrina found her hands opening her blouse now. They were in the back yard with the sun beating down on them. But fortunately the grape stake fence was tall and they were somewhat concealed.

Sabrina's hands moved of their own free will, as if she had no control over them. She knew she was blushing with shame, yet she had to obey her son. She saw in his eyes that he understood, knew he could control her. Sabrina could not understand why he could, but she couldn't stop it.

A sob broke from her throat as she pulled her blouse apart. Her bra was a flimsy, frilly, transparent thing. Her nipples rose up tight and hard, standing forth, molded by the lacy bra. Her son's eyes burned on her tits as she sat there, tears of shame causing her eyes to sparkle.

"Now your bra, Mom." she heard him say in a thick voice.

The bra was strapless, hooking at the front. Her fingers unhooked it and it fell to her waist, her tits naked. They rose up and out, round and firm, the flesh satiny in texture.

Brian gazed at his mother's tits for a long time, licking his lips. His cock was straining now, she saw through her tears of humiliation. Although she could not see it directly, she could see the length of it molded by his cutoffs. Despite the deep shame she felt at obeying her son, Sabrina felt her cunt lurch, her clitoris suddenly intensely swollen. Her nipples became larger, harder as her son stared at them.

"Let's go in the house, Mom." he said with a strange, thick voice.

As he stood, Sabrina saw his cock pushing against the front of his cut-offs and he didn't seem in the least ashamed of his hard-on.

As she got to her feet, her tits still free, Brian took her hand, just as he had in her dreams, leading her to the house. Sabrina followed with a shivering sense of humiliation, unable to prevent what she knew was about to happen.

In the house, Brian had her stand in the middle of the living room floor. He was about five feet from her, his hot eyes devouring her tits.

"Take your blouse off." he said

And Sabrina removed it. Naked except for her shorts, she had the odd sensation of being in the dream again only this was real-- horribly real.

She stood there, shaking, tears in her eyes, letting her son look upon her body. She balled her hands into tight fists, holding them at her hips, unable to move, unable to stop what she knew was going to happen between them.

"Your shorts, Mom," he said in a thick voice. "Take your shorts off too."

Sabrina found the zipper of her shorts then shoved them down. They puddled at her feet and since she wasn't wearing panties, she stood in full, shameful nakedness before her son's blazing, exciting eyes.