She awoke with a start. Still half in her dreams, being chased by the handsome film star, riding fast, feeling the heat and the vibration from the pony's back between her legs, moving beneath the sunlit trees... she blinked her eyes. Moonlight cascaded across the bed and she was breathing heavily. Her nipples ached and her fingers quickly told her she was wet... wow! what a horny dream!
She turned slightly. The sound of snores came to her ears.
"Oh, he's back, then," she thought, as she became aware of the drunken, snorting mound of flesh beside her. This husband was an unnecessary addition to her life now.
She moved her legs under the hot sheets. She felt so turned on, so full of her dream. She rolled a finger around her nipple and felt an explosion of feeling course through her body.
Without being able to stop it, she let out a long frustrated groan.
She had to do something about this... reveling in all these sexy dream feelings. She slid quietly out of bed, and pulled her silk dressing gown around her nakedness. She moved across the moonlit bedroom, opened the door quietly and slipped into the bathroom.
It was quick and ultimately unsatisfying... her initial lust was satisfied, but a deep hollow feeling consumed her. She sat there, legs outstretched, her fingers wet but stationary between her legs, listening to her heart pounding. Suddenly, she heard a noise through the wall, and she froze in fright... ah!
Then, of course! Her dreams had so overwhelmed her, she'd forgotten. Forgotten that Brad was back in his old bedroom, her eighteen year old stepson back after his near-fatal motorbike crash.
Opening the door without a sound, her heart still pounding, she became aware of Brad's slightly open door. She moved quietly in the semi-darkness.
He had been allowed back from the hospital, but the bed and the machinery had had to come with him. Brad had broken both arms, and was trussed up with weights and cranes. Poor boy! He was unable to do anything for himself.
As she peered in through the door, her heart took a shuddering leap. Brad had somehow kicked the bed covers off, and was sporting a huge erection. No doubt he, too, had awoken from an erotic dream and he was desperately trying to reach himself to give himself some relief. His engorged penis stretched erect and high, but even so, the wires and the pulleys would not let his hands low enough to reach it. She watched for a few moments while he held himself with finger and thumb, trying to make some little movement. Then he fell back against the pillow, tears of frustration his eyes.
She decided to help.
She opened the door and he looked up with an expression of shock and embarrassment. He tried to cover himself back over, but with no success.
"Sssh!" She held a finger to her lips.
She moved over and sat on the edge of the bed. She tried not to look down at the proud, throbbing thing in front of her, but looked straight into his eyes.
