While you were sleeping...

Note : This story is completely fictional!

For the past few years, I’ve been struggling to get my life going, unable to get a job that pays me well enough to move out on my own. Fortunately for me, my mother Sarah is a loving parent who allows me to still remain at home until then, despite that I’ve already hit twenty four years of age. It’s no big deal though. Ever since I was a kid, it’s just been the two of us. My dad was a cop who’d been killed in the field. My mother grieved for a while, but got over it well enough. She’d even started dating again, though she never found anyone she’d loved quite as much as my father. I’d had my share of partners in the past as well, but they were usually just one night stands, or simply two friends satisfying our immediate needs. But I’d had my eye on one woman for some time now.
Sarah, my mother.

Wow, was she a knockout! She was already fifty years old, but still had the curves and beauty of any woman my own age. Most people didn’t believe her when she mentioned her age, and before knowing, would guess no older than thirty. And who could blame them? Her skin was so smooth, so flawless. Her light blond hair, reaching to her shoulders, shined like that of the models in the shampoo commercials. Her dark blue eyes were so deep one could get lost in them. She had a smile that could brighten anyone’s day.

Then there was her beautiful body. She wasn’t extremely petite, but slender enough. Her torso and hips had those hourglass curves that only emphasized upon her C size breasts. And somehow, her sensual legs still looked amazing in a mini skirt!

She had come home from work one day, completely stressed out. It happened occasionally. She was a software programmer at some company downtown, and just like everyone else in the world, she had her bad days at the office. Most of the time, whenever she had a stressful day, she would head right to bed and take a nap for the next hour or two. Didn’t take her long to fall asleep either. What she didn’t know, was the fact that I had many times watched her lie in bed, stroking myself as my eyes caressed her body.
But I was feeling bolder that day.

She was so stressed that she hadn’t even bothered to get undressed or get under the covers. She simply plopped down on the bed and was fast asleep, still dressed in her grey skirt-suit, white blouse, tan stockings (held up by a garter belt), white silk panties and full slip. The only thing she had removed were her three inch pumps. Fortunately for me, she was lying on her back.
Just to be sure she was deep enough in her sleep, I waited at least thirty minutes before going upstairs to her bedroom. By the time I had reached her door, I was already rock hard, just thinking about what I was going to do. It was nice to see that she was still on her back; that would make things so much easier for me.

I began by placing my hands ever so gently on her ankles, then started slowly moving them up her legs. My grip became slightly more firm as I realized she wasn’t going to wake from this. I continued until my hands reached her inner thighs, and I slipped my fingers underneath the lace trimming of her stockings. Slowly and carefully, I brought them down, until they were off of her feet.
I began caressing my way up her legs again, this time staying outside of her knee level skirt. It was so smooth around her curvy hips. Finally I reached the hem, curled my fingers underneath and began to pull it down, revealing the bottom of that sexy slip.

With the skirt removed, I crawled into bed with her, lifting and separating her legs so that my own would rest underneath hers. It took some careful maneuvering, but I somehow managed to get her suit jacket off of her without waking her. She was really out cold! Next, I began unbuttoning her blouse, caressing her breasts as I opened it.
Now was the time. I knew I’d never get another shot at this. I stood from the bed just long enough to strip naked, then resumed my place with mother. I lifted her slip above her waist, leaned over her, and began sliding my seven inch erection between her sex lips. It felt so damned good! I couldn’t believe I actually had my cock inside of my mother!

As I pushed forward slowly, she moaned quietly, but remained asleep. I grew bolder, and began thrusting a little faster, a little deeper. Unfortunately, my quicker movements woke my mother. Her eyes slowly began to open.

“Sean!” she exclaimed in disbelief and disgust. “What are you doing?! Get off--” I cut her words short, pressing my mouth to hers. She tried to turn away, but I had her head pressed back firmly against the pillow. Mother then added her arms to the equation, attempting to push me from her by the shoulders. But I was too strong for her. A little annoyed, I grabbed her wrists with a firm grasp and slammed them down to the bed above her head. Now she was helpless, squirming uselessly and squealing in protest as I continued to thrust forward, my tongue continually invading her mouth. I could even feel a few tears slide down her cheeks.

I knew what I did was wrong, but it just felt so goddamned good to be inside of her. My own mother! And it wasn’t just about how sexy she was - the forbidden fruit angle played a part in my attraction.
Eventually, my mother realized that this wasn’t going to end until I was satisfied, and soon gave in. The squirming stopped. The squealing stopped. She simply lay there, accepting the fact that her own son was fucking her. But then something happened that surprised me. She began to moan again, this time with pleasure. I felt her arms wrap around me, her legs lock around mine. She even began to return the kiss I never stopped giving. Damn, was she a good kisser!

Before I even knew what was happening, she took control. She rolled us over, sat up on top of me, and began riding me. “Oh yes!” she screamed, the sound of her hips landing harshly on my body seeming deafening. I grabbed her hips as hard as I could and pulled her down, lifting myself into her so deeply that she closed her eyes tightly from the pain of my thrust.
“You like that, don’t you, mommy?” I taunted as I continued to pull her down onto my deep pushes.
“Oh yes!” she repeated.
“Say it!” I commanded her. “Say what you like!”
“I like being fucked by my own son!” Sarah declared loudly.
“Does mommy want me to cum in her?”
“Oh yes, Sean. cum in mommy’s pussy!”

I couldn’t resist granting her that request. I pulled her down by her hips with all the strength I could muster, as I lifted myself up, trying to go deeper than I had this whole time. But I didn’t pull back. I simply held myself in her hard. Finally my cock jumped, and my sperm began exploding into her. I had let out so much, that it began dripping out, down the shaft of my cock. Finally I sat up, my dick still within my mother’s pussy.
“From now on,” I said softly, but with authority, “as soon as you get home from work, you’ll be my sex slave. Understood?”
“Yes, master,” she said with a great smile.