I stepped back and to the open-door side and pushed my back to the wall, to let her pass. She staggered forward and as she passed me, her hip hit my hard-on and she stopped. She stood there for a few moments, seemingly contemplating what she had run into. I pulled my cock up to my stomach in hopes that she would just continue on her way. My heart was in my throat. Blood pounded through my ears. I was terrified of getting caught like this by Dad. If he woke and found Mom gone, he would be looking for her soon. I hoped that he was still too drunk to realize that she was gone.
Mom didn’t continue on her way. She reached down with her right hand searching for the obstruction. There was nowhere for me to go and her hand found my balls first. She seemed to recognize immediately what she had her hand on and she slid her fingers up my shaft and pulled it away from my stomach and out of my hand.
I was silently praying, ‘Please God. Let Dad sleep through this.’ I couldn’t hear the snoring anymore but I decided that it was because the blood roaring through my ears blocked it out. Mom didn’t turn toward me, she stayed facing the bathroom window as she ran her fingertips up over my glans. The streetlights out front illuminated her naked body. I stared at her standing totally still in profile and admired the projection of her large tits. My cock surged and pushed back against her fingers.
She chuckled in her throat and gripped my cock in a hand-shake fashion and started jerking on it. She was breathing normally but I sure wasn’t. I was horny and terrified all at the same time just like that moment a few days ago when Mom was looking up at me with my cock in her mouth after she had busted my sleepwalking scam.
Mom slowly turned to face me but I still don’t think she actually ‘saw’ me. She gripped my cock with both hands like my dick was a golf club. Then she leaned in and kissed me on the shoulder and then pressed her big tits to my lower chest before dragging them down my body. My head dropped back against the wall with a thud. When I felt her lips push on to my glans and continue down my shaft, I pulled my head off the wall to look down. She was looking back up at me with those glazed eyes. I groaned out all the air in my lungs. She held her position on my cock until she had to breathe and she pulled all the way off. ‘Fuck. I hope there’s more,’ I thought.
Mom put her hands on my thighs, and while still on her knees, she guided me backward, toward the window. I offered no resistance as it became apparent that she wanted me to sit down on the toilet. I sat down and sat back against the lid resting against the tank behind me. She positioned herself between my knees and spit on my cock. It was a pretty good shot in the sparse illumination of the streetlights. She rubbed the spit in with her two hands and then pushed her lips back on for one single trip down my shaft and back up again. I groaned but didn’t take my eyes off hers.
She pulled her lips off and scooched in closer to me and pulled me cock toward her and guided it between her tits. We hadn’t done this before. I was sure there were other things that Mom and I hadn’t got to yet. She used her thighs and legs to propel her torso up and down my shaft while lifting and dropping her tits. She lowered her chin to her chest and because of the high position of her tits, she was able to let my glans push between her lips as she pushed down. She pressed her tits together with the palms of her hands and curled her fingers over my shaft to keep it between her tits. The terrifying fear of being caught by Dad had dissipated as I was overwhelmed by the effects of the erotic vision before me. Mom was tit-fucking me as she slurped on my knob when it came in range.