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"ANN'S AFFLICTIONS!"
Part 2.
I got drunk on the plane and passed out. I had to. I was still shaking and worrying about Mom, left there in police custody in that country rumoured to use torture against detainees. Even though she'd reassured me it wasn't going to happen to her, I had a feeling that she was protecting my sensitive nature, like a loving Mom would. I knew she'd sacrificed herself in some unspoken way, to save me from what they may otherwise do to me. On reaching home I collapsed on the sofa. When I awoke there was a message on the answerphone. I was much relieved to hear Mom's voice. She'd left a message that I shouldn't worry, she was all right, but she had to stay there for a while, to get the allegations "properly sorted out", and she had "some business with them." She warned me not to get the home authorities involved or try to have her checked on, as it might anger the authorities she was detained by, and would cause nothing but trouble for us.
I relaxed a bit after that. At least they weren't torturing her, and had allowed her a phone call. I didn't know much about legalities or what to do about all this anyway, I was only nineteen and very shy and naive. I loved her the same as if she'd been my natural mother, she'd always doted on me and I trusted her enough to do as she asked and say nothing. I didn't even unpack our cases yet, I had more to drink at home and went to bed, exhausted.
An unusual thing about me is that I've often had psychic dreams. Sometimes things would happen the next day that I'd dreamed about, and other times I'd dream things were going on that I had confirmation of soon afterward. However, I couldn't really tell the difference between them and normal dreams, as I had those too and usually it was just my mind running riot like everybody else in sleep.
I had very bad dreams that night. The image of Mom naked as I'd seen her, with her clothes dropped at her feet and her bottom hole twitching as the foreign policeman rubbed the swab over it, appeared again. That was horribly true, I knew. However, more appeared....
"NUUUUAAARRRGH! AAAAAHHHH! OOOORRGH, HHHOOOOOOO!"
She was yelling out loud in pain and indignation. I saw her nude, cuffed and hung by her wrists from the ceiling of a bare unfriendly room, one light bulb starkly showing the scene. She was balancing on tiptoes and screaming, as the harsh sound of a whipcrack, and another, split the air. That greasy young guy from the market stalls was peeking in from outside the barred windows, his face grinning. The bastard was wanking himself in glee in the dark outside, as Mom was chided and tortured. Then I got a full frontal of her. Her tits were ruddy, as if they'd been mauled or punished somehow, and she yelled in a way that tore at my heart, as one of the three police in the room savagely poked a cattle prod between her bumcheeks. There was a crack of electricity. She jerked in shock and splayed her legs in reflex.
"NUUUUUAAARGH! YEEEEERRRGH! UUUULLLLLLLHHHH!"
Those were the noises she made in succession, because in a split second a big horrible black bullwhip was lashed across her bum. Then again.
My Mom's mature, womanly, motherly and shockingly naked form jerked and danced in the most undignified and embarrassing way, and I saw her nipples were hard. a sign of panic,surely. Not of sexual excitement. Then again, arousal can be forced, I had heard. Perhaps it's the body just reacting...
Then I saw something else. Her lipstick, part of her make up that I'd brought to her for her use. They had fucking stuck it up her arse. It was there, quivering with her buttocks as they clenched in agony. Several long red weals crossed her bare bottom...
Then my dreams got confused again. I saw the young guy laughing at me as he mock-spunked my Mom's underwear. I saw him as he'd chatted her up before, in the hotel bar. I got images of him naked with her, in her room. His dusky young body between her legs, his cheeky face grinning as he rolled her about, balling her like a horny bastard. "Bob! Yourrr Motherrr!" he mocked. Then I saw Mom kneeling before him, rolling her tongue lasciviously around his cock head. She ran a feather up and down his long brown shaft and tickled his hairy tight balls with it. She rolled her nipples, all hard and wet with his precum, around over his bell end. "Ahhh, my Lovellly Sexxxy Ann! Dirty Bitch! You arrre my Dirrrty Bitchhhh!" he said. Then he laughed and waggled his dick on my Mom's tits as he came. Splashing his bollock juice all over them. "Bob! Yourr Motherrr! Jiggy-Jiggy!" he mocked. She looked at me too as he spunked her. They both smiled, teasing me to distraction.
I sat up in bed, breathing heavily and soaked in sweat. "Just a dream, just a dream, forget it," I thought. Not to worry, everything was all right. Nevertheless, it was a very WET dream. I must have involuntarily cum, and more than once it seemed. Never mind, just my mind playing tricks on me, tormenting me with such silly things, things I dared not allow myself to think in daily life. I had to believe that. I'd read in psychology books at college that such things can happen, the human being is a complex creature of conflicting feelings and desires.
At least, I hoped it meant nothing, because I was a bit surprised at what I found when I unpacked our cases the next day...
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