When I was in my early 20s, my mom got divorced from my dad, who moved out of the house. My mom took the divorce badly and would often drink herself to sleep on the living room couch. Many times I would find her fast asleep on the couch with the TV on. She was dead to the world, so I just turned off the TV and covered her with a blanket.
One warm summer night, she had been drinking and was fast asleep on the couch. She was wearing a light nightie that had somehow got pulled up, so that her legs and the bottom of her ass were fully exposed. It had been a long time since I had seen a woman naked, and even though it was my mom, I got an erection. After several attempts to wake her, I reached down and touched her gently. I caressed her ass and inner thighs and was amazed at how warm and soft her skin was.
Even though I was really nervous, I pulled down my pants and began to masturbate while I kept feeling her legs and ass cheeks. It didn't take long and pretty soon I was shooting cum all over myself. I felt kind of guilty and covered her up and then washed up and went to bed.
The next day, my mom didn't say or ask me anything, so I knew what I had done remained a secret. I told myself I would never do it again, but the next time my mom passed out on the couch (about 3 days later), I repeated what I did the first night. Only, I was a little bolder, letting my hand slide further up between her legs, so my fingers brushed against her pubic hair and pussy lips. Again, I climaxed quickly, and again I told myself not to do it any more.
But my mom's sleeping body proved too much to resist. I would always try and wake her before pulling up her nightie and touching her. One night, however, while touching her, she rolled over. I froze, convinced I had been caught in the act. But she stayed asleep, and started snoring as she lay on her back. For the first time, I had an unobstructed view of her pussy. Very slowly, I pulled up her nightie until her breasts were fully exposed.
I felt so dirty doing this, but my lust was out of control. My hormones were raging. I had gone too far but couldn't make myself stop. I ran my hands over her breasts, feeling her nipples and cupping her soft tits in my hand. Then I slid my hand down her stomach and let it rest on her vulva. My heart was pounding so hard that my cock was twitching with each heart beat.
At that moment, my mother moved again and her legs slid further apart. I quickly too my hand away and held my breath, expecting her to open her eyes. But she continued snoring. I felt like the opening of her legs was the sign I was looking for. I began to push my finger into her. She felt dry at first, but as I continued, I could feel her become wet. At this point I stopped fingering her and then began to press the head of my aching cock against her pussy lips. Ever so slowly, I pushed it in. I had to stop several times and take a breath, afraid I was going to cum too quickly.
I managed to fuck my mom for several minutes. I didn't want to lie completely on top of her, so I supported my weight by holding myself on the arm of the couch, that way, just my cock touched her. I moved back and forth as slowly as possible, listening to my mom's snoring to see if she changed her breathing and started to wake up. But she didn't and I could feel my lust build and build. Finally, I could feel myself ready to cum, so I pulled out quickly, not wanting to shoot my sperm into her. I grabbed a tissue and pumped my load into it. Then, moving quickly, I lifted my mom's leg, which had fallen over the side of the couch, back on, pulled down her nightie and covered her with the blanket.
I went up to my bedroom but could not sleep. Again I was tortured by the guilt I felt. I knew it was so wrong. But I soon felt my lust return and my cock quickly stiffened. I was tempted to go back to the living, but decided not to take another chance, so I just jerked myself off and then finally fell asleep.
The next day, my mom said nothing. From that day on, I would fuck my mother every chance I could get. If she was lying on her stomach, I found that I could get her to turn over or, if that didn't work, I would slowly spread her legs and fuck her from behind. On more than one occasion, my mother began to wake up, but she was in such an alcoholic stupor that it was easy for me to pull out and pretend that I was helping her go to sleep and would put a blanket on her. She would just mumble some words and fall back to sleep.
The one thing I wanted to do, but couldn't, was cum inside of her.
