Category: Incest/Taboo Stories

Sleepwalking with Mom

by Ink22©

I am an 18 year old senior in high school and am what you would call a late bloomer in terms of sexual maturity. It wasn't until earlier in the school year that I finally hit puberty. As for physical changes, there wasn't much of a noticeable difference. I gained about an inch in height to max out around 5'9", and my shoulders slightly broadened. As a three sport athlete, I have a muscular build and weigh in at about 165. However, the overwhelming change I noticed following puberty was my overall level of arousal. I could not stop thinking about sex. One more thing about me, throughout my adolescence I've tended to sleepwalk.

I am the second child of two and live at home with my two parents. My sister is a junior in college and generally only comes home for holidays. My dad is a salaried firefighter in the city and my mom a receptionist for a small finance firm at a local business complex. I have always found my mom to be attractive. At 42 years old, she's a striking brunette with a fair complexion, tall for a woman at 5'7" with full B-cup breasts and a perfectly round ass, without question her best asset; not too thin but with amazing curves. She's the type that looks way to young for her age, and she hears it a lot. She could easily pass for 30. My friends at school always tease me about my mother's looks, and I'll either ignore them or tell them to buzz off, but I know what they say is true since I'm probably her biggest fan.

On a regular Tuesday morning I need a towel so I can take a shower but find that there are none left in the hall closet where they are usually kept. I figure I can find an extra towel in my parent's closet. I hear the shower running in the bathroom off my parent's bedroom so I know that my mom must be in the shower since my dad is working one of his usual 24 hour shifts. I enter the bedroom and notice that the bathroom door is slightly ajar. I am instantly aroused at the thought of spying on my mom, but at the same time feel guilty at the thought. I decide the opportunity is too good to pass up and there is nothing wrong with taking a quick peak. I quietly approach the door and peer through the opening. With my heart racing, my cock stiff as a board, I can't believe what I am doing. The steam from the shower fogs up the clear glass window pains to the point where I can only make out the blurred silhouette of my mother's naked body, but I've seen enough. I quickly leave the room to jerk off, having the most powerful ejaculation I've ever had. Until now I have never really considered my mom a sexual object, but between my raging teenage hormones, the forbidden fruit context, and my mom's unbelievable sexiness, that quickly changes.

Over the next couple of days I can't get the thought of spying on my mother out of my head. Three days later I get my second chance. With my dad working another 24, I wake up ten minutes earlier than usual in hopes of catching a glimpse. As I quietly walk toward my parent's bedroom door I hear the shower turn on. Heart racing, I wait to hear the shower door close to know my mom has gotten in. Whatever I do, I cannot get caught. When I hear the cue, I carefully push open the already partially opened bedroom door. I am ecstatic to find that again, the bathroom door is cracked open just enough where it is easy to peak in. As I look in, I become mesmerized. Through the un-fogged glass doors I see my mom soaping her naturally perky breasts, nipples hard. I am forced to pull my throbbing cock out of my boxers to stroke it right there. My eyes gravitate to her amazing round ass and toned legs. I can't believe how turned on I am by my mom. I watch her soap down her ass, and then bend over to soap down her legs with her ass erect in the air. I ejaculate as quickly and as powerfully as I did the first time.

I continue this ritual of spying on my mother and jerking off at every opportunity I get, and without fail I find that the bathroom door is left cracked open. I begin thinking to myself, is my mom leaving it open for me on purpose? Does she want me to watch? Could she know that I've been spying on her? I begin to fantasize about my mom having a look at me naked, and I wonder how I could make this become a reality. Measuring 8 and ½ inches and thick in girth I know that I am well endowed, far more so than my father. It was only about a year ago that we had just finished up a men's league ice-hockey game and were showering in the locker room and my dad jokingly commented that my good fortune must have come from the genes on my mom's side of the family. If I had to guess I'd probably say my dad is around 5 or 6 inches. Anyway, I would give anything to see my mom's reaction to what I have to offer, and I devise the perfect plan that will accomplish this task and should answer the questions that I have.

A week later, at 1 in the morning, my plan goes into effect. Brimming with excitement and anticipation, and wearing just boxer shorts, my cock is at full attention desperately trying to protrude out of the slit in my underwear. I've been told that when I sleep walk my eyes are slightly open and I exhibit a blank expression, while mumbling mostly incoherent phrases. Heart beating a mile a minute, I close my eyelids halfway, and I begin down the hall from my bedroom towards my mothers, mumbling and carelessly banging into the walls to be sure to wake my mom. I hear a rustle from the bedroom, and for a second I consider abandoning the whole thing. But, before I can back out of it, the bedroom door slowly creaks open and I can see my mom's head poke out. "Honey, is that you?" she lets out in a low, hesitant voice. I stay in character, "Daa bed rus choo", I mumble. "Honey?" she says, sounding concerned. I nudge myself into the wall about five feet from the doorway. After what seems like an eternity, the light flashes on, and I clearly see my mom's squinted eyes peering through the cracked door in my direction. I can tell from her change in expression that what she had probably assumed all along was in fact the case: her son was sleepwalking again.

Accepting the notion that I am fast asleep, she emerges from the bedroom. Through my parted eyelids, I am amazed at the sight. She is wearing a tight fitting white t-shirt cut-off at her midsection, perfectly hugging her amazing bra-less breasts and so thin that I can make out the outline of her darkened nipples underneath, and a pair of white cotton boy-shorts what look like two sizes too small; a stark contrast to the baggy flannel pajamas she normally wears around the house on weekends. A quick rush of blood causes my cock to involuntarily twitch, parting the slit in my boxer shorts and revealing the large head of my penis almost on cue. The movement catches the attention of my mother for the first time, and I hear a slight gasp come from her mouth as I see her eyes divert to the oversized head of my penis. With my heart beating so hard I can hear it with my own ears, I am delighted to see her apparent amazement at my cock; I knew she'd be impressed. I take a stumbling step towards her, and I feel my shaft emerge from the slit, my cock now fully on display. With my moms eyes affixed to my member, she slowly approaches me and softly touches my shoulder. She begins to guide me back to my bedroom, and I lazily follow her lead. After a short walk, she coaxes me into my bed. I sprawl out on my back and now completely close my eyes, with my cock standing straight up like a flagpole. I listen to hear her footsteps leaving the room but a short while passes without a sound. Is she admiring me? Suddenly, without notice, a warm gentle touch, first caressing my balls then softly moving up towards the tip of my cock. Instinctively I squirm with pleasure, and I feel her hand pull away. I hear a quick patter of footsteps and open my eyes to just catch a glimpse of my mom's half exposed ass jiggle as she flees the room. I wait to hear her bedroom door close before I shut my eyes and touch myself softly from base to tip until I cum.

I have trouble sleeping that night, with the thoughts of the night's transgressions continually replaying in my head. The plan worked even better than I had imagined. I knew she'd be impressed with my cock but I never could have imagined her actually acting on it. The next morning I am more excited than usual to go see my mother's beautiful naked body. As I cautiously approach the bathroom door opening I hear something unusual. A soft moan echoes from beyond the door. I quickly peer in at the sight of my mother with one hand fondling her breast and the other wedged in between her legs; the shower water beating down on her face and body. I watch her hand methodically work in between her legs and I wonder if she's imagining that it's me touching her? As she continues to play with herself her moans become quicker and louder. Unbelievably aroused I masturbate in tandem. From her moans I can tell she is about to cum, and I can no longer delay my orgasm. I shoot my load into my cupped hands, amazed at the amount of cum my balls are able to produce after draining them not many hours earlier.

Afterwards, I can't stop thinking about the idea that my mom was masturbating over me. Two days later, after a long day, I'm back in bed, still thinking about all that's occurred. I know now that not only is my mother impressed with me, but I conclude that she is actually turned on by me. I consider pulling the sleep-walking trick again, but am afraid that my plan might be discovered considering my sleep-walking antics are rather infrequent. I try to think of a new plan but most ideas are either too risky or too dumb. I look over at my clock and it displays 1:36 AM. I must have dozed off. I hear a rustling coming from the hall. I wait, and again, I hear what sounds like someone walking around. I know that only my mother is home so I quietly get out of bed and walk to the door. Slowly I open my door and peer out, the hallway is empty. As I exit my room, I notice a light shining from my mother's bedroom door. The door is open, and now I can clearly tell that her bedroom is the source of the disruption. I approach the door and peer into the well lit room but do not see anyone. "Mom?" I hesitantly mutter. No response. Then, I hear a sound from the bedroom closet, and notice the door to the closet is open. Nervously I approach. I look inside and am relieved at the sight. Within the walk-in closet, back facing me, stands my mother fully dressed in a white blouse, long form-fitting black skirt, and red high-heels. "Mom, what are you doing? You nearly scared me half to death. Do you know its 2 in the morning?" Oddly, I receive no response. My mother slowly turns around and the first thing I notice is that the top of her blouse is unbuttoned, putting her black bra and amazing cleavage on display. As I'm about to apologize for intruding I notice that her eyes are closed. "Mom, are you awake?" I softly ask. Again, no response. Could she really be sleeping? Could this really be happening?

On the carpet, I notice beside where my mother is standing a set of flannel pajamas. Is it possible she was able to change out of her pajamas into work clothes while asleep? As a result of research into my own habits, I've heard that people can do rather intricate things when sleepwalking, so I figure why not? Adhering to the old work of caution that you should not wake a sleepwalker, I quickly rationalize that my best course of action is to help my mother back into her pajamas and back to bed. I carefully begin unbuttoning her blouse, keeping a close watch on her closed eyelids. Once unbuttoned, I carefully remove the garment. With my cock at full tilt, and my heart racing, I quickly focus my attention on her skirt. I locate a zipper in the back and slowly pull it all the way down below her ass. The skirt easily drops to the floor. Now standing before me in a matching black lace bra and thong, and high heels stands the hottest woman alive. I quietly position myself in front of her to get the full view. I release my throbbing cock from my shorts and begin to stroke it. Without warning, she makes a quick move forward towards me, arms outstretched. Without any where to go, I hold my ground and hold my breath. Instinctively I bend slightly and guide my cock between her legs to avoid poking her. With my cock snug between her thighs her warm body pushes up against me. I feel her soft tits against my chest. Unexpectedly, she lowers her arms and grabs my ass with both hands. Without hesitation I follow suit and let me hands softly caress her bare ass, allowing my fingertips to run along the crease where her voluptuous ass meets her thighs. "Honey I'm so glad your home", she mumbles, eyes still closed.

She pulls away and brushes past me, exiting the closet. I marvel at her toned legs and ass accentuated by her sexy heels, and watch as she approaches the bed, sensuously crawling onto the mattress with her ass straight up in the air and back arched. I think to myself this is the best dream I've ever head. She rolls over onto her back, spreads her legs and mumbles "Please, honey, I'm so horny." Holy shit, she thinks I'm my Dad! Without considering the consequences I crawl onto the bed and position myself between my mother's legs. "I need your cock," she pleads. I slide her panties to the side. Her pussy is perfectly clean shaven, and soaking wet. With my cock only inches away, I comply with her wishes and slide forward. As my cock head enters her tight pussy she moans deeply. I methodically sway back and forth, going deeper and deeper with each thrust, her pussy reluctant to accept my fat cock. Her moans continue to grow quicker and louder. With my balls lightly tapping her wet ass with each deep thrust I can tell she is about to cum, and I cannot hold it any longer. As her body quivers with pleasure, I pull out and shoot my massive load, soaking her stomach and tits with cum. Amazingly, her eyes are still closed, but for some reason I am no longer worried about her awaking. Amazed at what just happened, I slide off the bed, shut off the lights and leave her room, closing the door behind me.

The next day my mom has no recollection of the occurrence, and things go about as usual. As time goes by I wonder if she was really sleepwalking that night, or if she was using my own trick to satisfy her desires. In either case, the only question I really care about is whether I'll ever have another night like that one.

Written by: Ink22

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Story Tags: mom, son, sleepwalking, shower, spy, peep, mother/son

Category: Incest/Taboo Stories