I’m just lying there, all comfy on my side, almost asleep, right? Then, outta nowhere, I feel something pressing against me from behind. Like, right there. Hard and insistent, pushing right at my pussy lips, kinda spreading them open. My eyes snap open, and for a second, I’m totally lost, then bam, panic hits. My underwear’s been tugged down a bit. Seriously, what the hell? I yank them back up, fast, like I gotta shield myself, protect myself from whatever’s happening.
“What the…?” I breathe out, my voice shaky, all mixed up with fear and disgust. I twist my head around, peeking over my shoulder to see who’s doing this. And my heart just plummets to my stomach. It’s him. My son. His eyes are shut tight, his face all peaceful and relaxed. Like he’s in dreamland.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I whisper, voice trembling like crazy. But as I look closer, I see he’s completely gone, fast asleep. He’s always been a sleepwalker, doing weird stuff in his sleep. “Troubled sleep,” the doctors called it. I know I shouldn’t wake him, as much as I want to scream and push him away. Waking a sleepwalker, they say it’s bad, could mess him up worse. So, I just freeze there, totally shocked, while my sleeping son stays right behind me, totally clueless to what he’s started. Can you believe this?
Must’ve drifted back off, ‘cause hours later, I wake up to the bed moving. And then – bam! Pleasure just explodes in my pussy. I wake up moaning, “Ugh… ahhh, no, not again. Ahhh, oh fuck. Mmm oh my pussy.”
I turn my head over my shoulder. He’s still asleep! But now, he’s actually fucking me. Somehow, in his sleep, he’s gotten inside me. My panties are down again, and his hard cock is ramming into me. And… shit, it feels good. Should I be pissed? Yeah, probably. Is it really his fault? Nah, not really. Should I stop it? Yeah, I should. But do I want to? Honestly? No. I just lay there, taking it.
Frozen again, yeah, but this time it’s shock mixed with… confusion, and something else. Something hot and electric. I feel his body moving behind me, steady rhythm, his hips grinding right into my ass. I can’t believe this is happening. My own son, inside me. Is this even real? It sure feels real. Feels wrong, so wrong. But damn, it also feels… incredibly good. My body’s screaming yes, even if my brain is yelling no. Maternal instincts battling with… what exactly? My own desires? Is that what this is?
I close my eyes, and take a shaky breath, trying to figure things out. Gotta stop this, right? But then, what if waking him freaks him out? Don’t wanna scare him. I gently try to wiggle away, try to push him off. Damn, he’s strong. He just keeps going, thrusting deeper. His dick is thick, pushing into my gash, stretching me open in a way that makes me gasp.
“Ughhh… ahhh…” A soft moan slips out before I can stop it. I can’t deny the pleasure that’s building inside me. Guilt washes over me, heavy and cold. But underneath, a fire is starting to burn. I try to tell myself it ain’t my fault. He started this, right? But still… feels like I’m crossing some line you just don’t cross.
“Ugh… harder,” I breathe out, without even meaning to. Was that me? Did I really just say that? His pace quickens and his breathing gets heavier and ragged. I can hear him now, even asleep, little grunts escaping his lips. And the sounds of our bodies… his hips slapping against my ass cheeks with every thrust. Slap, slap, slap. It’s getting louder, faster. And oh god, I can feel myself getting wetter, hotter down there. I reach down without thinking, my fingers finding my clit and starting to rub, gently at first, then harder, matching his rhythm.
Suddenly, warmth explodes inside me. Oh god, oh fuck. I’m gonna come. I try to hold back, bite my lip, and clench my muscles. Too late. A loud moan rips through me as I come, body shaking, pussy clenching around his cock. “Ungh… Unnnngh,” He grunts a few times, a deeper sound in his sleep, and I feel his hot cum filling me, flooding my cunt. He’s coming inside me.
When it’s over, a wave of relief washes over me. Like holding your breath too long and finally letting it all out. But the guilt’s right there too, even stronger now. I know this can’t happen again. I gotta stop this. Gently, I pull myself away from him and adjust my underwear. I look at him. Still asleep. Still clueless. Mixed-up feelings swirl inside me. But I know I gotta do what’s right, for both of us. Don’t I?
I slip outta bed and walk to the door. One last look back at my sleeping son. Gotta tell him, haven’t I? But when he’s awake. When he knows what he’s doing. I close the door behind me and take a deep breath. Gotta brace myself. This is gonna be one hell of a talk. Or maybe… maybe some things are better left unsaid?