I Fucked My Mom in Her Sleep

Story Excerpt

“What about you, Mom? What’s your… fantasy?” I asked, my voice shaky, barely holding it together.

She leaned in closer, her breath warm, her smile turning wicked. “I’ve always wanted to be taken in my sleep. Just… used. Not even awake, but knowing someone wanted me so bad they couldn’t help themselves.”

I nearly choked on my own spit, my cock throbbing painfully in my jeans as her words sank in. The look in her eyes felt like a fucking invitation, screaming something unspoken between us. I knew right then that sleep wasn’t coming easy tonight, not with her words echoing in my head and her body burned into my sight.

“Damn, that’s… intense,” I managed to say, my voice cracking.

She laughed softly, draining her glass. “Guess I’m full of surprises. You okay over there? You look a little flushed.”

“I’m fine,” I lied, adjusting myself under the table. “Just… tired, maybe.”

“Uh-huh. Well, don’t stay up too late thinking about it,” she teased, standing up, her ass swaying as she walked to the sink. “Goodnight, sweetie.”