When Momma Sleeps: A Comically Unconventional Guide to Intimacy

I couldn't believe I was doing this, but the thought of having sex with my mother had been haunting me for weeks. I tiptoed into her room, making sure she was deeply asleep before I gently pushed the door open.

The room was dimly lit, and I could see her lying on the bed, her chest rising and falling with each breath. I approached her, my heart pounding in my chest. I wondered if I was making a huge mistake, but my desire for her was too strong to resist.

I leaned down, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. She stirred, but didn't wake up. I took it as a sign to continue. I slowly pulled down her nightgown, revealing her bare breasts. I couldn't believe how beautiful they were, and I couldn't help but stare.

I cupped her breasts, feeling their weight in my hands. I tweaked her nipples, and she moaned softly in her sleep. I took it as a sign to keep going and slid my hand down her body, feeling her soft curves. I reached her panties and slipped my fingers inside.

I found her wet and ready for me. I couldn't believe it, but I was doing this. I was having sex with my mother. I slipped off my pants, freeing my cock. I positioned myself between her legs and slid inside her.

She moaned louder, and I wondered if she was awake. But I didn't stop, I couldn't stop. I started thrusting, feeling her warmth surrounding me. I leaned down, whispering in her ear, "Mom, you feel so good." She stirred, but didn't wake up.

I continued thrusting, feeling my orgasm building up. I couldn't believe I was having sex with my mother, but it felt too good to stop. I reached my climax, feeling my seed spilling inside her. I collapsed on top of her, feeling exhausted but satisfied.

I slipped out of her, pulling up my pants. I covered her with the blanket, feeling guilty but excited. I couldn't believe what I'd just done, but I knew I'd do it again.

As I tiptoed out of the room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of shame. But the forbidden fantasy had become a reality, and I knew I was hooked. I couldn't wait to do it again.