A bump in the night

*Creak*

Your whiny door frame giving off an eerily long squeal abruptly woke you up from whatever few hours of sleep you'd had. Thoughts of that god-awful horror film immediately raced across your brain -- accentuated by the quiet, blue backdrop of your room against the moonlight.

"Dougie?" Lisa's voice, although it seemed slightly more slurred, as if she had drank more after 'going to bed'. Again, images of earlier that night began to dance across the front of your thoughts.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you turned over in bed to the silhouette of her standing over your bed. Even in the darkness, her figure stood out strongly against the white stucco walls of your room. The deafening silence of the night was now waved off by your heartbeat seemingly taking residence within your ears; was something wrong?

"Yeah, mom?"

Lisa yawned, before peeling a section of your sheets back and settling into your bed, underneath the duvet. Being 6'2, her size & abrupt entry caused you to subconsciously scoot towards the edge of your bed to accommodate her. Lisa yawned once more before fully extending her legs and rolling over to face you; that same electricity within the living room permeated your bed, and without a larger space to dissipate, found itself racing underneath the sheets between the two of you.

"I wanted to check in on you after that movie, sweetie. It was pretty scary, and I want you to know that me and your sisters are always here to protect you." Lisa, definitely in an enhanced drunken stupor, wrapped her hand around your head, pulling you in tightly for a hug. Her breath still smelled of wine, and that same feminine musk that wisped under your nose while you were both on the couch. Entranced in her hug, you reciprocated, snaking your arm underneath your soft belly and pulling meekly into her soft nightgown before she loosened her grip. Not content with just a hug, Lisa brought her hand up to your cheek and lightly stroked it; each finger like static on your skin. Her breathing was slightly laboured as she shifted in your bed, no doubt trying to constrain what lay beneath the sheets.

"Do you want me to spend the night in your bed, sweetie?" Lisa slurred her words as she propped her head up with one hand.

"I'm 18, I can sleep on my own." You rolled over on your side, not wanting to be pulled face-first back into Lisa's ****-infused embrace. Your mom inhaled deeply, either trying to clear her nostrils, or she felt the same static that blanketed your bedroom. Suddenly, her other hand wrapped around your stomach, and with terrifying ease she pulled you in close up against her. Lisa's hot, drunken breath sent chills up and down your neck as her silken nightgown clung to your unclothed back, with her heavy, hot cock stirring against your boxers.

"There's nothing wrong with me sleeping next to you, Dougie." Lisa happily sighed, contented at being a big spoon as you were secured tightly against her soft body. Realizing this was not your decision to make, you sighed and shut your eyes once more, aided heavily by the sexual tension in the air.

"G'night." You said, placing a hand on Lisa's soft thigh and rubbing it. Your heart raced to your ears once again, and the silence in the room was only disturbed by the shuffling of the sheets.

"Mmm, I missed having someone to cuddle with." Lisa said. The bottle of wine that she'd downed was infused in every word, just as silken and red with lust as the viscous liquid. She pulled you even closer - - something you thought was not possible, as you were already practically being bear hugged from behind. Her crotch began to poke into your back like a wild animal trying to attack it's prey, before you felt one of Lisa's hands move down from her spooning to hike up her nightgown.

"Sorry, Dougie. I just need to get a bit - more - comfortable." Laboured breaths gave way to a sigh of relief as Lisa dangled a sopping wet, musky pair of pink and white underwear in front of your face- even in the dark, it was apparent that they had not been able to withstand the relentless **** of her massive womanhood. Equally shocked and fuelled by the tension, you tried to swat them away, only for Lisa to move them just out of reach, laughing.

"Mom! What the hell! I'm trying to sleep.

"Ooh, what's the matter? I'm just trying to get comfortable. I sleep better with just a nightgown on. Plus, I'm a woman. I can't be poking into you while you try to sleep. C'mon, don't be such a wuss." Lisa dangled the worn pair of underwear in front of your face, before jokingly tapping your nose with it. Curious, but not wanting to seem too eager, you snuck a small whiff as her musk covered your face. A small dot of white slime stuck to the tip of your nose, lazily draping in a thin line of lust as she pulled her panties away and threw them to the side of your bed. Wiping the unnamed slime off your face, Lisa cooed, satisfied with the newfound freedom that she had provided herself.

Deafening silence once again returning to your small bedroom, Lisa's large frame pressed against you once more, this time with unrestrained lust. Her silken nightgown the only barrier between her fat, engorged cock and your tiny ass, you strained with lust at the thought of her against you. The sight you saw during the movie once again flooded your mind, as images of her uncircumsized, hairy dick being rhythmically stroked to the sight of a character that looked like you was imprinted in your brain. Every fibre in your being was supercharged with curiosity, and you found yourself pulling on Lisa as she clamoured to pull you even closer to her. She draped her massive leg over your hips, her dimpled, soft thigh providing a heavy, lust-filled blanket. You could've sworn you heard a soft moan escape Lisa's lips, but any assumptions were quashed by her lips brought close to your ear.

"Seeee? Not so bad, is it, Dougie." The same silken words breached your ear, as your mother took the opportunity to grind her womanhood against your back. "Sorry, sweetie. Let me just get a *little* more comfortable." Lisa took a hand and readjusted her hard cock, this time placing it downwards, on the underside of your cheeks. Her dick, stiff and pulsing, tried to move upward, only to be blocked by your tiny ass. Sighing once more, Lisa pulled you in tighter, using your cheeks as a holster for her womanhood.

"Much better, sweetie." Snuggling in closer to you, Lisa's breath methodically tickled your neck, as her knob showed no signs of calming down. Fully hard, it press against your butt and down to your legs, feeling nearly as thick as your wrist. You could feel your mother's heartbeat in her cock, each vein pulsing with a covetous combination of hormones and ****. The head of her cock, sheathed by her thick foreskin, rested daintily against the top of your calf; a circular outline of precum left a sloppy, lust-filled mark below the crease in your knee, as you realised Lisa was having the boner of a lifetime; in the dark, you couldn't make out much else, other than by feeling.

The rhythmic *thump* of your heart beating and your mother's veiny monstrosity positioned against your tiny boxers began to sync, in a slow and lecherous harmony. Almost hypnotically, with each beat you both found yourself drifting further into sleep and opening your legs to let your mother's fat cock further in between your thighs. A series of small snores indicated that Lisa had fast fallen asleep, and slowly you found yourself closing your own eyes in her lewd embrace. Electricity still covered the room, a velvet blanket of hormones that gently shut your eyes to the throbbing thickness in between your legs.