Mark didn’t act any differently around me, no sign of embarrassment or guilt. If he was feeling anything he played it off perfectly. For the next week I was able to keep him off of me at night. First I started going to bed much later than he did, so by the time I got in he was fast asleep, that helped. Once I was in bed I didn’t sleep soundly, if I felt him touch me or start to cuddle up with me, I’d simply roll over or otherwise pull away, feigning sleep. This fixed the problem.. But at a price, I wasn’t getting much sleep of my own. Luckily for me his restlessness seemed to disappear and he went a few nights of sleeping soundly and never moving over towards me. Finally I could get some sleep if my own!
The next night, exhausted, I passed out quickly.. It was one of those sleeps where you’re so tired you can’t even move… I’ve never been one for sex – dreams but that night I had a vivid one. Perhaps it was the months I’d been going without it, or the lack of privacy amounting to very few masturbatory moments to myself, or maybe it was just all this horny teenage drama I’ve been dealing with from Mark. But in my dream I was back in my sexually formative teenage years. I was in a corn field, a popular date night location where I grew up, on my hands and knees with my skirt pushed up past my waist. A faceless young man poised behind me, his smooth shaft taking long slow strokes in and out of me. I could tell I was about to climax, it felt strange but pleasant, better than any dream – orgasm I’d ever felt before, more real. It was happening, but it was real! I was beginning to have a real orgasm from a dream! I started to wake me up, I fought to stay asleep, not wanting to lose it! But then my dream-self spoke..
“Oh Mark!” She moaned.
The disturbing remark woke me up and my eyes opened. It was late in the night, I was asleep on my side, staring at the darkness. My heart was racing, I couldn’t believe that I’d uttered my son’s name in a during dream-sex! But I also couldn’t believe how aroused I was, and became annoyed that I’d shaken myself out of an orgasm. I wasn’t fully awake yet, still in a sort of dream state, and could still feel the blood throbbing through my pussy. The feeling of a prick passing through my soft lips and pressing against my womb, then withdrawing momentarily before doing it again. I smiled.
I felt movement, Mark shifted behind me, and I shut my eyes. I became aware that his hand was on my hip, his fingers grazed my bare skin though, not my pajama bottoms. He gently gripped my waist and my eyes shot open as the feeling of smooth flesh slid through the soft lips of my gash and pressed snug against my womb. I gasped silently. He held it there before withdrawing it momentarily and sliding it in again. He was going very slowly, trying not to wake me.. His mother.. as he quietly and cautiously fucked me in my (presumed) sleep. I didn’t move, I didn’t yell, didn’t turn and slap him or push him away. I just laid there perfectly still, staring into the darkness with my mouth open, trying to control my breathing, as I focused intently on the feeling of his cocks’ long movements in and out of me.
“Go faster!” I screamed in my head, and my eyes widened, surprised by my own thoughts.
It was as if he read my mind, and his pauses between strokes got shorter and shorter until he was sliding in and out at a still slow, but steady pace. He was ready to blow, I only had seconds left as I closed my eyes and focused on my own pleasure, while it wasn’t as fast or hard as I would’ve liked, my son’s prick was still going to make me cum! I bit my lip and clawed at the sheet as the feeling of my heart beating through the walls of vagina shook my insides. I came just in time as he suddenly stopped and I felt the splatter of warm young semen across my bare ass cheeks. I heard his soft grunts and couldn’t help but laugh smile. He didn’t move for several minutes afterwards, we both laid there in the dark, ironically basking in the afterglow of each of our “secret” orgasms. The warmth inside me tingling away as I felt his dick twitch against my thigh as it began to soften. He finally moved, grabbed a tee shirt or something to gently wipe his jizz off of me. Then he pulled my pants back up a little and rolled over to go to sleep.
The next morning we both awoke when the alarm went off. We sat up and began to get out of bed.
“Morning” he mumbled.
“Morning sweetheart, sleep good?”
“Ya, you?” He asked, eyeing me for signs of suspicion.
“I slept great! Like a rock.. I’ve actually been sleeping really deeply recently, like nothing could wake me up!” I said and walked out, a little smirk crept onto both our faces.
That afternoon I went and bought him condoms. He was embarrassed and a little annoyed with me, but I simply played the concerned and protective mother and told him that IF he was going to be sexually active pulling out isn’t always effective and can be messy, he looked a little guilty and accepted the gift.
“You know, I’m actually kinda tired.” I said and faked a yawn. “I’m going to take a nap, care to join me?” His eyes raised up.
“Uh, ya” he said a little too enthusiastically.
“It’s starting to warm up these days, I’m a little hot in bed, I know I’m your mother, but do you mind if I just sleep in my underwear and a tee shirt? Its more comfortable.” I asked as I walked away.. Grinning.
“Um no that’s fine.” He said bashfully, as he followed me into the bedroom, carrying his box of condoms.