Bump in the Night

You didn’t remember your dreams that night. You do remember waking up and wondering if you were dreaming. You heard breathing … smelled breath… felt movement. Blinking into the darkness it didn’t take long for your vision to adjust and you came face to face with your mother. She was laying on her side, facing you. Her expression confused you. At first you were worried. She looked like she was in pain… then you heard a whimper. You tried to focus and you studied her closer. She was biting her lip, her eyes were squeezed shut, her breath was laboured. She moaned quietly.

“Mom?” you murmured drowsily. The sound made your mother’s eyes fly open and she gasped. She stared at you almost fearfully, then her expression softened, and that wrinkle of concentration returned to her brow. You blinked, noticing how her shoulders were shifting, your eyes being lead by the movement. It was a warm night. You remembered then that the three of you had gone to bed naked. The blanket was bunched up at the foot of the bed and left everyone exposed. You looked down the nude body of your mother, cast in black and white in the shadow of whatever ungodly hour it was. Her tits were squeezed together, nipples long and stiff, jiggling with the movement of her arm. Her arm… you traced the smooth limb down to her delicate wrist, saw her hand… saw her fingers nestled in her crotch. She squeaked another breath, a slight tremor rising through her. She was masturbating next to you. You weren’t sure how the positioning had changed through the night, but you knew your aunt was sleeping soundly on the other side and now your mother was sandwiched in between. She lifted one leg slightly, raising her knee, giving you a better look at what she was doing. You could hear how wet she was. Smell her warm rising musk in darkness. Your cock was already hard. It probably had been while you were asleep. She would have had a perfect view of it the entire time.

“Mom…” you sighed, watching the woman as she presented herself to her son in her secret self pleasure.

“John…” she moaned, squinting at you as she rubbed her clit with her other hand. You weren’t sure where you wanted to look. Her pussy was so sloppy and shiny, her juices caught what scant moonlight filtering through the curtains. But her face was a work of majestic artistry as she tried to keep her pleasure contained while at the same time desperately bringing herself to orgasm. Her stifled noises, so lustful and needy and laced with a shameful depravity… especially when she called for your name. “John...ohh..nmn...John…” she whispered. You felt compelled and, wanting to blame your drowsiness, moved closer to her. Your mother watched you, her eyebrows titling, worried, confused… she shifted her body slightly too, getting closer to you. Her breath was on your face, she whispered your name again, you looked into her glittering eyes. You kissed her. The woman’s lips were soft and wet and warm. You pressed forward and she met your pressure. She tasted you. You opened your mouth and she moaned into it, your tongues meeting. Your mother was kissing you while she fucked herself. You growled in your throat, wanting to drink her all in but scared to move any more than you already did in case someone woke up.

She broke the kiss momentarily and her breath caught, her hand still moving furiously between her legs. She was getting close and you were bearing witness… you kissed her again and she returned it lazily, biting your lower lip softly, her focus elsewhere. Suddenly she grabbed onto your hard cock and she cried out. It was a noise she managed to keep mild, and you were surprised you didn’t yell out yourself. She was squeezing your dick in her fist with an almost crushing grip, and immediately she began to convulse. Your mother pushed her face into her pillow as she came, her thick thighs squeezing shut around her wrist. Her other hand was gripped so tightly around her son’s dick you thought she might leave a handprint afterwards. Her climax came in waves and she turned her head, stared at you with an intensity that seemed to redouble her orgasm, mouthed your name, and then her shuddering gradually subsided. When her fingers loosened around your engorged member you finally took a breath.

She blinked and her gaze refocused on you, expressive eyebrows showing contrition.

“Sorry baby,” she whispered breathlessly. “Go back to sleep…”

You frowned at her then nodded. Her hand was still holding your cock. You leaned in and kissed her again and she closed her eyes, immediately slipping her tongue back into your mouth. Your mother found her grip around your cock again and she slowly began to stroke you. The sensations were incredible with the direct contrast of her soft palm from the previous vice like grip.

Then there was a shift in weight on the bed. Your mother froze as did you. There was a movement and incoherent murmur from the third occupant of the bed. Casting your gaze over Patty’s bare shoulders you waited... then the room settled to quiet again. Mother and son looked at each other, heartbeats thumping in your ears. She let go of your cock, the spell broken.

“Go back to bed, baby,” she whispered, barely audible, but her expression communicated it clearly. She sounded disappointed. You nodded, knowing you had to save your loads. You watched your mother’s eyes close, then she turned onto her back, which was still a very very nice viewing angle for you. You wondered if you would ever fall asleep again, the throbbing in your steel hard cock echoing inside your skull like a bell in a tower. You laid onto your back, pointing to the ceiling, and made up some breathing exercises.

Somehow you fell back to sleep.