With a little assistance

You can tell your body isn’t going to let you climax with just your hands. That means it’s time to bring in your little assistant. You turn over onto your stomach and open your nightstand drawer to retrieve the bullet vibrator inside.

Returning to your earlier position, you push your panties down a few inches before adding the vibrator, so that the waistband will hold it in place. Once you press the power button, it helps to rapidly restore you to the state you were in before you paused to get it. Satisfied that it isn’t inching its way out of place, you throw your head back onto the pillow and close your eyes to resume your fantasizing. A brief hum escapes your lips faster than you can gain the awareness necessary to stop it.

With your hands now free, you envelop your breasts, both for the physical sensation and so you can transform them into your mother’s in your mind’s eye. Her cheeks turn red when you start tweaking her nipples. Spurred on by the heightening of your arousal, you pinch hard enough to snap yourself back to reality, where your control over vocalization is becoming more and more tenuous.

Electric heat spreads within you, filling every inch of your body. You need to stretch out. You kick at the bedsheets and grind slightly against the vibrator. You can tell you’re getting close, you just need to find the right position. Mid-haze, you find yourself sliding toward the headboard. Your head falls directly onto the undersheet and the pillow it formerly rested on props up your arched back.

Having found the right position, now’s your chance to end this. You reach one hand to your raised crotch and ramp things up from gentle grinding to aggressively pressing the vibrator into your clit. You accidentally slip a “M- Mom…” into one of your moans. Your body tenses all over as you reach your tipping point.

Spasms roll through you, your body rocking against the stimulation, the fantasy, the potential, all of it. The repeated pressure against your clit is melting your brain. You feel the sweat on your shoulders clinging to the bedsheets as the heat rushes by. Your arms go numb and tingly like they aren’t getting enough blood. Blossoming energy is still emanating from the vibrator being pressed into your clit, almost completely overwhelming your awareness in that region.

Just past the crest of your orgasm, you realize the continued vibration is way too strong now. You quickly fumble the vibrator off and out of your extremely sticky panties. Wow, that’s a lot more than usual (exactly 50% more, if you had to guess). You would get up to change if your sleep aid wasn’t so effective.

You can barely hold your eyes open, despite the sliver of light coming in from your cracked-open bedroom door. Wait, didn’t you close it on the way in? You see what you are sure is Hannah walking away in response to your gaze. It’s too late to confront her, however, as sleep drags you into its dark embrace.