“Mommy?” I heard my daughter ask.
“Come in baby” I said, as I hoped she wouldn’t realize that I was naked or what I was doing.
“Mom, I’m scared. This storm is freaking me out. Can I sleep with you for awhile?” She had always been afraid of storms, and it was not unusual fro her to want to climb into my bed during a big storm. I usually liked to cuddle and comfort her during storms, except this time I was naked and horny and needing a release.
“Sure baby. Let me change first. I’m naked because I was feeling so hot. A hot flash I guess.” I said
“Don’t worry mommy. I do it too some times when it’s warm. Don’t leave me here alone.” and she climbed into bed with me.
We lay in bed together and as a flash of lighting and a clap of thunder, Jenni jumped and grabbed me in a hug. We stayed that way for awhile and she fell asleep hugging me. Usually this is a pleasant feeling, but her arm was pressing on my boob and stimulating my nipple, I couldn’t calm down from my horniness. Every time I tried to more to make the situation better, it just got worse and my nipples were now hard as rocks, and my thighs and pubic hair were sopping wet.
After 10 minutes of this torture, she turned over and turned her back to me. I dozed off for a few minutes and woke up spooning against her, with my arm across her. What woke me up was Jenni grinding her rear into my crotch. She was still asleep but as she squirmed, her cute rear end was rubbing against my clit and driving me crazy. Every time I tried to move my crotch away from her, she just pushed back and spooned in tighter. She was getting me so hot I couldn’t take it.
Next she turned slightly and grabbed my hand and held it tight to her chest, I was wondering what to think when I heard soft little baby snores coming from her. I held still for awhile and then tried to extricate myself from this trap. However, as I tried to move, my hand landed on her nipple, she clasped my hand tighter to her and her nipple started to get hard. She moaned and I froze again.
“MMMM Bobby, I love it when you do that.” Bobby was her boyfriend. I didn’t think my daughter was a prude or even still a virgin, but hearing her encourage what she thought was her boyfriend to feel her up was a little startling. It wasn’t unusual for her to talk in her sleep, she had been doing since she was a child, and I’d even caught her sleepwalking a few times.
As her cute, puffy pink nipple expanded and hardened under my hand, she moaned some more “mmmmm more, Bobby” and squeezed my hand tighter to her breast. Here I was, drunk, horny as hell, on the verge of orgasm for the past hour, feeling a girl’s boob – my daughter’s yet.
The next thing I know, I was fingering her nipple, tweaking it and pulling it and rubbing my thumb over it. And now Jenni was snoring again!
Okay, my daughter is asleep, she sleeps like a rock, she thinks she’s cuddling with her boyfriend and has asked me to rub her tits. My daughter! My mind was spinning. I was a buzzed, horny as hell and God, did I need to come!
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