I dreamt she needed me to fuck her

"It's just amazing you're as slutty as I always dreamed you were, Mrs. Ryder," I said.

"I'm her slushy dream girl!" She agreed, blobs of my spunk rolling down her skin.

I decided to try something.

"You know, I dreamt that I could get hard again immediately after coming on you if I wanted to fuck you," I said as my cock was deflating.

"That's be awshum!" She exclaimed.

But my cock just stirred a tiny bit. The dreams had to focus on mom, not just relate to her.

"I mean, I dreamt you could make me hard again because you need me to fuck you," I amended.

"Oh yeah! That's whas I nee!" She agreed.

And with three strokes of her hand, I was hard again and she was leading me by my cock to the couch.

"Be a good boy an fix her slutty drunk neighbor," she said. "I nee you a <hic> fix me!"

So of course I obliged, mounting her from behind and plowing her.

"Oh fuck yeah!" She exclaimed. "That's what I need! I needa get fuxed!"

"Oh yeah!" I gasped. "This is..this is just like my dream! I dreamt you...I dreamt doggie style...made you cum...like crazy!"

"Ahjah!" She agreed. "Ahjee! Aheeeeeeeeeee! AhEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

She went on screaming and shuddering as I pumped and pumped, in and out of her, again and again slapping her as from time to time as punctuation.

When her screams at last died down to whimpering, I groanec and came deep inside her. When I pulled out she collapsed, a quivering, mewling mess.

Now this was a dream! But it would fade like the others, I was sure. If only there was a way to keep something from it to prove I wasn't crazy!

I got an idea.

"Hey, Mrs. Ryder?" I said after rolling her onto her back so she could smile sloppily up at me, a drunken vision of freshly-fucked gorgeous. "You don't mind if I take your picture, do you?"

She giggled and tried to point accusingly at me but her pointing skills were limited at that point.

"Yer naughty!" She said.

"Yes, but you're more naughty," I countered.

She giggled but confessed it was true and she pissed on the couch.

I took a dozen pictures of her in her naked drunken glory and I emailed them from my phone to myself, hoping the email server would somehow preserve them when the dream faded.

But as I looked up from my phone, mom was fast asleep on the couch, fully clothed and looking very much like she had before I started freaking her my dreams.

And I was fully dressed as well.

I snuck quietly out of the living room to see if my pics had survived the fading dream.