I had stayed at home for the first two years of college to save money and attend my local JC—I was looking forward to my independence eventually, but in no hurry to run off yet. Ironically, it was a screwed up twist of fate that set the events of that fateful night in motion. My mom has two brothers. Clinton is normal(ish) and has a family up in Washington, but Dugan has always been the black sheep, and by the time I was 20 had not spoken to anyone in the family in over 15 years over some imagined slight to his new wife from Japan. He called one day out of the blue begging for help, homeless and destitute, and mom took pity, offering him a place to stay. He arrived two days later, with an SUV full of his entire life, along with seven (!!) cats.
Needless to say, this was a point of contention. He obviously didn’t care, but several of them were males that weren’t fixed, and they peed on everything. I had to close my bedroom door all the time, which sucked because my room had no heater, and I usually kept it open in the winter to take advantage of the wall heater in the hallway. That first morning, I woke up able to see my own breath. Mom and Dugan fought a bit, and her short term suggestion was that I sleep in her room until she could get him or at least the un-neutered cats out.
Sleeping in the same bed as mom (I offered to do a sleeping bag on the floor, which she laughed off) was fine overall but the unfortunate side was that she was very tactile and cuddly. If I slept on my back, she was on her stomach with her hand on my chest and a leg thrown over my midsection, usually dangerously close to my morning hard on. If I turned on my side away from her, she’d spoon into my back, pressing those firm tits into my back and her hips would be right against my ass. If I was on my other side facing her, she’d press her tight butt right against my crotch and reach back with her hand placed firmly on my hip. Any attempt to move away during the night usually resulted in her scooting right back against me in her sleep, so after a few nights of trying, I just gave up and let it happen. Still, it was frustrating. I’d broken up with my girlfriend right before this whole mess, and the addition of a third person into the house along with frequent fighting, plus this new sleeping arrangement, had ensured I wasn’t even able to jerk off in peace.
As a young, in shape man, this was the longest I gone without an orgasm since puberty. One morning, the alarm jolted me from a very pleasant dream that was just starting to turn sexy, and after mom reached over to shut off the alarm, she scooted back in against my raging morning boner. “Good morning,” she began sleepily, before her breath caught as she felt my firm erection slide between her perky ass cheeks. “Ooh, good morning,” she said with a playful change in tone as she felt my hardness. “Someone had some nice dreams,” she added, playfully wiggling her butt against my cock.
I hopped backwards, nearly falling off the bed. “Mom, what the hell?!” I snapped.