My hands grew bolder, tracing patterns further down her back, almost down to her ass. Suddenly, mom chose then to decide to go to sleep, and with a soft, lingering kiss on my mouth, she rolled over for sleep. She hadn’t asked me to leave, so I rolled toward her, my hand on her hip, not moving. I would stay until she fell asleep, I told myself. When I heard her breathing deepen and grow regular, I knew she was asleep.
Oh, the sexy, wicked things I thought. My lovely, sexy mother was there, asleep and vulnerable. I realized that I might be able to touch her as I never had before. I patiently bided my time, letting her go deeper into her sleep cycle. I slid my hand from her hip to her ass, caressing one cheek. No grabbing, nothing that couldn’t be interpreted as simple motion, rather than groping. For all she would know, if she woke, I might simply be moving in my sleep. Not a move from her! I again caressed her ass, this time sliding my hand down to the bottom of her impressively firm cheek, cupping where ass became leg.
My breathing was shallow, I was getting so aroused! Here I was, lying next to my own mom and fondling her ass. And I wanted more — so much more! I was on a complete high from the excitement and danger of violating my mother in her sleep! I returned my hand to her hip, feeling her move as she breathed. Still steady and deep. I ran my hand up her side, the tips of my fingers caressing the side of her breast. She stirred a bit, and her breath seemed to catch. I stopped immediately, and forced myself to imitate the deep breath of sleep.
No sense mom knowing that I was feeling her up in her sleep. Only the rock-hard erection in my shorts would give lie to my innocence. Not like mom was likely going to look for that kind of evidence, though. More’s the pity, I thought. I lay there long enough that, eventually, I too fell asleep, my hand still on my mother’s body, only the thin nightgown separating our skin-to-skin intimate contact.
The years in the Army had made me a light sleeper. It was important to be aware of any threat at all times, so the slightest change in noise, even, would bring me quickly to full awareness. I’m not sure exactly what brought me around. Maybe it was the change in mom’s breathing, or the barely noticeable shifting of the bed. More likely it was that my mom’s nightgown-clad ass was pressing up against my shorts-covered cock, which was well on its way to full hardness.
I continued to breathe as though I were still asleep as I came to the realization that mom’s breathing was shallow and rapid. Could the shifting of the mattress mean that my dear mother was doing something ‘wrong’? Could she be playing with her pussy as she pressed her ass back against my cock? This was delicious!
Occasionally, mom’s ass would flex, as though her cheeks were trying to pull the length of my cock in between them. No doubt, now. Mom thought she was violating me the same way I had violated her! I didn’t want to do anything to spook her, and besides, I wanted her to associate me with memories of being sexually aroused and satisfied.
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