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While You Were Sleeping

By: SubmissiveVirginSlut



Lizzie woke to the touch of someone's hand on her breast. Something suppressed her urge to open her eyes. Perhaps it was her built up horniness, or maybe she was just curious to feel what would happen next.

Careful not to stir, she opened one eye ever so slightly. She almost gasped when she saw it was her roommate Chris. He didn't notice her hidden gaze. He was watching his hand, as if he wasn't the one controlling its movement. Chris' right hand cupped her left breast, squeezing it, massaging it, stroking his thumb over her hardened nipple. He lightly pinched her nipple.

Lizzie couldn't believe he was doing this! They always flirted, there was definitely sexual tension, but wasn't he afraid she would wake up?

Unless he wanted her to wake up....

She felt him unbuttoning her white blouse. Should she wake up? But she was enjoying the way he was taking advantage of her. He was slipping his hand inside her blouse when the apartment door slammed.

"Hey kids! Daddy's home!" Lizzie's other roommate John boomed from the kitchen. Chris' hand was out of Lizzie's blouse in a flash, fastening the couple of buttons he'd undone. He stood up as John bounded into the room. "Yo, you eat dinner yet?"

"Shhh!" Chris hushed him, "Lizzie's passed out. You don't want to wake her up!"

"Passed out?"

"Yeah, it looks like she drank some wine and passed out on the couch." 

Oh, Lizzie thought, that's why he was being so bold! He saw the empty wine glass and thought she'd had too much to drink. She was a notorious light-weight when it came to alcohol. She'd only had a glass and had just been a little sleepy. So Chris really had been taking advantage of her. She couldn't believe how hot that made her! She could feel her pussy dripping and the nipple he'd pinched was still standing tall.

She knew what she had to do now…

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Lizzie was crazy all week waiting for the chance to try out her plan. To help things along, she'd dressed just a little trampier than usual - not wearing a bra, wearing her tall hooker boots, wearing skirts. She had to flirt with John as much as Chris so she wouldn't arouse any suspicion. She just had to make it to Friday.

And finally Friday came. John was away for the weekend visiting his sometimes long-distance girlfriend. She knew Chris wouldn't be home until after happy hour with his co-workers. He usually got home around 7:00. She would be ready for him.

Lizzie took a bubble bath. Her skin smelled like vanilla and her hair like oranges as she lotioned her clean-shaven legs. She rubbed a little baby oil onto her bare pussy lips, so they'd be even softer than usual. She pulled on lacy white bikini panties and pulled on a baby blue, button-down night shirt. Her firm c-cup breasts poked out the satiny material. Lizzie wanted to wear much less, but since she didn't usually strut around the apartment naked it wouldn't be believable.

In the living room, she opened up a new bottle of merlot and poured herself a glass. She set the new bottle on the coffee table next to the completely empty bottle she'd pulled out of the recycling, making it appear as if she was now on her second bottle.


She savored the glass of merlot and watched a little Skinemax on TV until 6:45. Then she turned off the TV and carefully arranged herself on the leather couch. She propped her head up on a throw pillow, so she would have a good view of the action. Her shiny auburn hair spilled over the plush material. She lay halfway on her side, causing her left breast to curve dangerously toward the edge of her partially unbuttoned shirt. She hiked up the hem of her satin shirt to reveal her panties. Bending her right leg so that her knee hung over the edge of the couch pulled the lace tightly against her pussy lips.

She was posed for about ten minutes before she heard the sound of the key in the door. She heard Chris moving around the kitchen for a couple minutes, though it felt like twenty, before he wandered into the living room. 

Lizzie knew the exact moment he saw her because he stopped short and breathed in sharply. She almost smiled, she was so excited. Slowly, he came around the couch. He just stared at her. Lizzie could feel her nipples stabbing into the nightshirt.

Chris quietly moved the bottle over so he could sit on the coffee table. "Lizzie?" Instinct almost made her open her eyes. "Are you awake?" Lizzie focused on breathing steadily, her chest moving up and down with her long deep breaths.

Chris couldn't believe his luck! He honestly thought Lizzie might have a drinking problem, but this was perfect for him. Not wanting to miss such a great opportunity, he slid his hand under her slippery shirt. His fingers slid over her turgid nipple, her skin as soft as the satin shirt.

He was actually touching her bare tit. He'd wanted to do this for so long. He slid the shirt off her tit, exposing it to his perverted gaze. Once he saw it, he couldn't stop himself from leaning down and sucking it into his mouth.

Lizzie almost gasped as her breast was covered by his hot mouth. He circled his tongue around her nipple, then bit it with his teeth.

She felt her shirt being unbuttoned more until it lay completely open exposing all of her chest and her white panties. He expertly caressed and massaged her tits, sucking each one in turn into his mouth. He was in heaven. Lizzie was so hot! Her tight little body was exposed before him, her tits as magnificent as he'd imagined.

Not leaving his station at her breasts, he slid one hand down her body, over her firm abs, to her panty covered mound. He could feel her heat through the thin material as he rubbed his palm over her pussy.

Lizzie felt his finger dip into the top of her panties and slid toward her moist lips.

Chris was happy to discover she shaved her pussy. It was so soft and smooth. She was completely wet!

He couldn't wait to see that pussy, so he reluctantly left her large tits for her tiny panties. He slid them over her hips, exposing the pale flesh to his greedy eyes. He moved her legs so he could slide them all the way off her body.

Throwing one of her legs over the back of the sofa, he dove into her pussy, savoring her exotic spicy flavor.

Lizzie couldn't have moved if she tried. She was frozen in ecstasy. She felt him thrust a finger inside her as he sucked her clit into his mouth. He added two more fingers to his thrusting and nibbled on her clit.

She came hard and violently. As an uncontrollable scream escaped her lips, Lizzie reached down and wove her fingers into Chris' hair. She pulled him away from her burning cunt and pulled him up her body.

"You gotta fuck me Chris. Now." She pulled his mouth to hers and thrust her tongue into his mouth, enjoying her own tangy flavor.

Unbelievable. He unzipped his pants and brought his rigid dick to her steaming cunt. He teased her a little bit with the tip.

She reached down and wrapped her hands around his shaft. "Fuck me! Now!" She pushed him into her a little. He couldn't keep from shoving himself fully into her.

"Oh God, Lizzie! I've wanted to do this for so long. You're such a hot slut." He pounded into her, while raping her mouth with his tongue. He cupped her tits again, twisting her nipples hard.

"Uhhh!" Lizze yelped in pain. "I am your slut Chris. Fuck me harder!" 

He grabbed her leg and flipped her over on the couch, his cock still firmly inside her, and humped her from behind. He let his hand drift to her clit. He rubbed it, making her moan.

He felt her cum, her pussy clenching and sucking his dick like a velvet vacuum.

Chris moaned, "I'm going to cum!"

Lizzie pulled away from him, turned, and shoved him in the chest. He was still falling backwards on the couch as she swallowed his stiff cock. She wrapped her small hand around his shaft as she sucked the head into her mouth. Her full lips slid up and down his member for only a few seconds before he shot his load down her throat. She swallowed quickly, increasing the suction as she did.

She released his softening dick and crawled up his body. Lizzie straddled his hips.

"Lizzie, you are incredible." He brought his hands up to cup her breasts.

Lizzie tossed her head back and laughed, "I'm so glad you are a pervert and that it turned me on enough to seduce you."

Chris was very confused. "Seduce me?"

"It doesn't matter. You can touch me in my sleep any time you want to." She leaned down and hungrily kissed him, grinding her hips against his. She felt him growing between her thighs. 

They had a whole weekend before John came home...

While You Were Sleeping



The following is one of many letters written to my real-life long distance lover who has given me more than she will ever know. Not to mention some of the best sex I've never had while talking on the phone or chatting online. Hope you enjoy!

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My love,

Right now I am picturing myself sitting in a chair next to your bed, watching you as you sleep. A dream makes you mumble something I cannot make out, but I can tell it's something good by the slight smile that spreads across your face. I watch as you breathe deep and slow as the dream continues, but my gaze soon is fixed on your half covered body under the sheet and comforter. Laying the way you are, only one leg is completely covered by the blanket and I am thankful it is the one farthest from me. The way you have dressed for bed exactly how I have longed to see you - not to mention it allows me access to certain things as I drink in your beauty.

I wonder if you knew ahead of time how much the boxers and v-neck would turn me on as you shift slightly to get more comfortable, a move that opens the fly on your shorts wide enough for me to see inside. Feeling giddy over my good fortune, I peer into your shorts longingly and quietly whisper how beautiful you are from head to toe. Glancing up at you as I say these words, the rapidly stiffening penis in my own shorts gets another boost when I notice the thin white material of your t-shirt is now pulled tightly across your breasts. I can clearly make out the semi hard nipples underneath and lean forward to get a better view of your incredible cleavage, sliding my hand down the front of my pants as I do. 

The content smile on your pretty face compliments your nipples as they move in time with your breath, one hand on your tummy just above the freshly shaved lips peeking out at me just before the smoothness of your thighs takes over my attention. The visual tour has caused a rather large wet spot to form on my shorts so I lean back and slowly unzip before standing so that they are able to fall silently to the floor. I remain standing for a moment, slowly moving my hands up and down the shaft of what has now become my very, very hard dick. Teasing the head with one hand, I move my other down onto my balls to gently stroke them, pretending the fingers are your lips and tongue licking me as you help me jerk my rock hard cock. So intense and wonderful is the fantasy I come within an instant of shooting my load onto your sleeping body, but I am able to prevent it and sit down in the chair once more. I spread my legs wide apart so that my dick points straight at your dreaming smile and lightly rub the pre-come dripping out of it in circles with one finger along the underside from balls to tip, hoping you might wake to be greeted by the sight. 

But the dream you are having is obviously too good to end and you remain deep in sleeps embrace. After a few moments the danger I might come passes so once again I wrap my hand around the now slick shaft of my dick and work it slowly over myself. The chair is close enough to your bed to stir another vivid image in my mind as I masturbate and undress you with my eyes. This time you are kneeling over the side of the bed in front of the chair for me. Pushing your knees wider apart I then spread you open and drive my tongue between your legs, licking and sucking you as you grind your crotch against my face. Eating you from behind is so awesome I think to myself as you again shift in your sleep but not enough to hide was has been exposed. Once more the sight of you sleeping mere inches from my throbbing hard-on makes for excellent fantasy material and in my head the hand on my dick is now the soaking wet hole between your thighs. Still kneeling before me, you moan and plead for me to ram it in and fuck you deep and hard.

This time when my cock feels the explosion beginning to mount I am able to stop all but the first stream of come that narrowly avoids splashing onto your leg as it shoots onto the bed. The need to actually feel you on my cock is burning inside of me now and I contemplate my options. I could simply jerk myself off as you sleep, but I would be so tempted to come all over you I pause to consider how you feel about that. It is an interesting dilemma for me, one that will take something more in order for me to decide, so I slowly kneel down next to you on the floor and gently lay my hand on your hip. 

You feel it in your sleep I think, but do not wake even though it's obvious my touch brings an erotic dream to your mind. Your lips part further and I see your white teeth as you move slightly and move the nearest leg a bit towards me trying to find a way to catch the lover in your dream. Your neatly trimmed bush is now directly in front of my eyes and my hand looses the battle against temptation, moving slowly towards it.

Gripped tightly with my free hand I feel the size of my dick grow larger than ever. Already causing waves of heat to radiate along my shaft and out into the head, my pulse speeds up further as the hand on your hip inches ever closer to its goal. I am so turned on I can't even stroke myself anymore and once my fingers slip into the fly of your boxers, up and down your lips before spreading them slightly to expose your clit, I have to literally clamp my fist around it just to keep from coming. 

I feel your clit swell under my light caress as your breathing becomes slightly irregular and your erotic dream steps up a notch. I trace the contour of your lips with my fingertip and you shiver giving you goose bumps on your legs. A slight smile comes to your lips and a hand moves to your heart making me wonder what your dream lover has said to make you so happy. What ever it was it must be good judging from the way your legs spread open even more as if to draw your imaginary lover closer by showing him your charms.

I see your nipples have become fully hard as I tenderly rub you between the legs and my fingers are treated to a very hot, very wet hole to explore. Painstakingly slow, I slip my middle finger between your lips and tease you by massaging just inside of you for a while. Eventually I go deeper and my other hand comes away from my still throbbing cock to spread you open so I can rub your clit with my thumb as I begin to swirl up against your G-spot. You hand moves to your mouth with the index finger pressed to your lower lip as I pleasure you and wetness turns to flow. 

"Yes!" I hear you say softly rolling your head to the side and moving your hand up over one eye. If you only knew how sexy this is to me, you might freak, but this doesn't matter at the moment – I have a finger up inside you and my thumb is working your clit as you sleep and I am in a state of bliss. Your other hand reaches up to lazily play with your tits as my finger feels tiny waves inside of you and I spread you open further, this time to allow something more.

I cannot believe you are still asleep with all that is going on and I so badly want to fuck you Julia. But I don't want to wake you up and ruin a good dream either so instead I lean over and close my mouth on the sweet clit I have spread you open to expose. Lightly flicking it with the tip of my tongue, then pressing firmly it firmly against you I increase the speed of my finger circling up inside you around your G-spot. The combination of taste and smell of your love intoxicates me so deeply all I want to do is take you in my arms and make love to you with all the passion I can muster.

My heart beats so loudly in my chest I am sure it will wake you, as your hips move up into my face, driving my finger deeper and your breathing becomes more labored. I slide my finger completely out and spread the wetness running down onto your ass all around before running it back up inside. The almost purring sigh you make as I finger fuck you and suck your clit is unbelievably sexy. Even in your sleep you show more sensual feelings than any woman I have ever been with!

You push yourself harder onto my hand and I feel your heart beating with my lips and on my fingers. Such a strong heartbeat it becomes impossible for me not to notice that my cock, harder now than it has been in years, is throbbing with my own heartbeat in exact time with yours. I really begin to eat you out, licking around my finger as it fucks you swirling upwards over your lips onto your clit, which I suck, lick kiss and lick causing you to gasp. Another small moan escapes your soft lips, I feel you move, and all of a sudden I stop not wanting to wake you. I want to fuck you, want you to fuck me, and then do it again until we are sore. I do not want to let you settle back to sleep, that much is certain, so I resume my oral manipulation through the fly of your shorts again, but this time I move onto the bed and rub my burning hot dick on your leg as I do.

Your breath comes faster as I eat you and rub my cock over your legs. Deeper and deeper breaths tell me I am either bringing you closer to coming or waking up. To be honest by this point I don't even care which happens first, just as long as they both happen!

"Oh fuck, Christopher, don't stop....feels so wonderful!"

Your voice, husky from your sleeping excitement, falls over me like the warmest sunshine as your luscious thighs move further apart and you hand grabs my hair to greedily push my face down into your pussy. To say I am psyched as fuck simply won't do as I push 2 more fingers up inside you alongside the one already there and suck the honey seeping out around them into my mouth.

"Shit! Oh Shit! Don't fucking stop!" you almost yell, bucking your hips against me.

I feel your beautiful slit pulse with heat as I work my tongue over it. You are wetter now, so much wetter... if I could only crawl inside and feel what you feel Julia, learn how to make it better for you, make you come harder and know all the secrets to your deepest turn-ons and then return to my own body and practice all the new tricks over and over. I reach down with one hand and grab my dick, loving how hard you always make me.

Running my tongue over you and finger fucking your hole, the wetness from your cunt on my hand mixes with the flow of pre-come on my dick as I start to stroke it. I give myself over for you to use and your hand gladly begins to move my face to match your arousal perfectly. Your breath stops, so do your hips and you hold my face still all at once, but only for a few seconds. I even freeze the hand I am jerking off with, which is good I realize as another powerful stream of come shoots out, this time with so much force it has no where to hit except where it is aimed – since I am on my knees between you legs jerk off as you hold me down on your cunt, that is where it pointed and the come runs down over my hand onto your lips in a hot stream disappearing into your sweet ass still covered by the boxers.

As soon as you feel the hot come splash onto your thighs and pussy, you almost violently start fucking my face and I spread your cunt open from inside with 2 fingers and really go to town with the third on your G-spot. You push me down for a moment and rotate you hips trying to get my tongue further in along side my fingers and I lick the inner walls of your wonderful pussy with glee, wildly jacking off between your legs as I do.

Your breathing becoming deeper and more labored as your passion builds, and I know your orgasm is not far away now. I feel your body as you tense up, smiling into your crotch as I feel the waves of orgasm flooding your body. As the realization that if I had to survive eating only your pussy, there is no doubt that I could survive begins to dawn on me, your orgasm hits full force, making you tremble and shake and beg for me not to stop. And I don't, not until you release my hair and collapse shaking on the bed in front of me as I move to kneel on the mattress. 

Positioned above you and directly between your still spread legs, I furiously jack myself off, staring at your beautiful face as you watch me. As if you could read my mind you lift your shirt up over your perfect tits and quickly rip the boxers off. As I move forward, you reach down and spread your cunt with both hands, holding it open as much for me to see as to put my dick in. I rub the head along your lips and you move your fingers slightly inwards and down to hold yourself completely open. As I slowly insert the head of my dick into the hole your fingers have spread wide you laugh and ask why I am blushing so hard?

Again as if you can read my mind, you keep your legs spread wide and your hands in place as I explain that you are giving me the most incredible, erotic display I have ever seen. Now half way inside, I watch as you clench yourself tightly around my stiff cock and pull it wide open again as you relax. As I push 3 more inches in I am nearly overcome with dizziness and tear my eyes away for a moment to look into your eyes and say "Oh my god, Julia you are the most amazing fucking woman..." But my words are cut short as you repeat the vaginal massage of my dick 3 more times, my eyes drinking in a sight unlike anything they have seen before. Each of the 3 times you swallow my dick with your cunt, a little more is pulled in until my whole length is deep inside of you.

I am now laying against your body, pushing my tongue just as deep into your mouth and your hands begin to run through my hair then down my back and finally grabbing my ass as I drive into you over and over again. I lick and kiss your neck as waves of my orgasm build, suck your nipples as you pull me inside and burn every last second into my memory as it passes. The deeper I thrust the longer you hold me inside and I feel the incredible squeeze of your walls each time until the squeeze becomes something else. Realizing that you too are going to come I grind my hips against yours, flexing my hard-on inside you and whisper "Julia, I hope...oh fuck!...god yes...I hope I make you feel even close to how good you make me feel....Oh Julia, I am so gonna come....but I want you to know....oh fuck!.....to know how much it means to me....to be able to make love to you...even if it's just once in a while...I mean it Julia, you make me feel like a man, a very happy.......oh fuck yes, let me feel it on my dick as I come with you Julia!"

Once the deafening roar and earthshaking tremors of our share climax subside I look deep into your eyes and kiss you. I move my semi-soft dick gently in and out of you as our tongues explore and feel come run down onto my balls, making me pull away from the kiss and smile. Your face is flushed with the look of release and contentment as I enjoy the final moments before I am no longer able to thrust myself up inside, licking your lips gently as I slip out. But as I move down between your legs again to lick you clean I hear you asking "What did you say right before we came? I am soo sorry, but I was so into it I couldn't even understand you...that sounds bad I know, but really what did you say?" 

My tongue darts down between your ass cheeks and my nose rubs your clit, licking slowly upwards until it swirls over both of the holes it so loves to taste before I answer you. Simply licking you like this has made my cock begin to stiffen so I begin to turn around and before you are able to argue you have my cock directly over your face and my fingers rubbing your crotch.

"Tell you what, if you can possibly find a way to make me hard again," I joke pushing it into your willing and opened mouth "and then let me fuck you again I will repeat it, but you will have to listen close this time ok? If you don't I am going to have to fuck you twice more before repeating any of it again, so...."

I ache for you Julia, 

Christopher 



While You Were Sleeping



This story is about incest between a mother and son. If that offends you, you should not read further. Those interested in this genre, thanks for reading. I hope you enjoy it.

When Lizzie got home after working the second shift as a production supervisor at a local metalworking factory she found her son Jake sitting in one of the overstuffed chairs bundled in a heavy sweater and blanket. The modest house was very cold.

"My Lord, Jake, why don't you have the heat on?"

"Sorry, mom, but there is something wrong with it, I think. I just got home myself and it was freezing in here. I turned the thermostat up, but nothing happened."

"Did you check the breaker box thingy?"

"That was the first thing I checked. I reset the main, and everything else seems to be working. I think there is a problem with the thermostat or some other electrical component."

"Well, I have a small space heater in my closet. Why don't you go and get that and at least we can take some of the chill off the room. I will turn on the oven in the kitchen and drop the door. That should help too," she said.

Jake went to his mother's bedroom and quickly found the small heater. It didn't look like it would help much, but he brought it downstairs and found an outlet close to the couch and plugged it in.

As small as it was, it did have the effect of warming the room noticeably, but it was still cold. Lizzie liked to watch a movie once she got home, have a glass of wine and a sandwich and unwind, and she was determined not to let a little thing like the heat going out break her routine.

Jake had returned home from college for the Christmas holidays only yesterday, and would not have to return to school until Mid-January when baseball practice resumed. He was in the second year of his four-year full ride. Jake's mother could not believe how much he had changed over the past year. College athletics was a full time job that included lengthy practices, lots of running, and daily visits to the weight room. Jake had put on several pounds of muscle and his 6' frame looked like it was cut from steel.

"Let's cuddle together on the couch and keep warm and watch a movie," she offered.

The thought of cuddling with his mother would normally be something he would find a little strange, but it was cold as hell in the house and besides, as mothers went, his was very hot. Growing up, all of his friends would comment on how good looking she was and a couple of them had even said they were going to come back and marry her and become "Jake's daddy". That had turned into a running joke designed to get Jake riled up, but he secretly was proud that his mom looked so good in his friends' eyes. 

Lizzie was only about 5'3" tall, but she had a perfectly formed body and a face that always appeared to be smiling. She was not what one would consider beautiful, but her personality gave her a beauty that looks alone cannot provide. She wore her hair very short and on many women it might have looked boyish, but on her it just fit her "devil may care" attitude. Her breasts were on the small side, (around a 34B he thought) but just right for her body and still very perky for her 38 years. He thought her best feature was her ass, which was absolutely to die for, round and firm and just begging to be squeezed and stroked. She worked out several days a week, and in a bikini looked better than most 20 year olds. It didn't hurt that she kept her weight just around 100-105 pounds.

Jake always thought that one of the best parts about home was the furniture dad had always been partial to: large, expensive, leather, overstuffed, and very comfortable pieces. Mom, my two sisters and I had gotten used it when they were married, and had continued to replace it with more of the same after the marriage was over. It might not have been the kind that a rich family would have chosen, but it somehow fit our middle class values and lifestyles.

"Okay, mom, that sounds like a plan,' and with that settled in on the end of the couch with a blanket which he held up for her to slip under.

"I will be right there. I have to get out of these uncomfortable clothes and make a quick sandwich. Do you want anything?"

"That sounds good. Tell you what: I will make us something to drink and a ham and cheese sandwich while you change."

"I was hoping you would say that," she said flashing him a brilliant smile as she headed upstairs to change.

Jake made the food and poured them each a glass of wine and then surfed the channels until he found a movie that he felt she would like, and that he could tolerate. It was an older movie starring Brad Pitt as the not so grim reaper, along with Anthony Hopkins as the one chosen for the deep sleep. It had just gone beyond the opening credits when mom reappeared in a silk nightshirt that went to her knees and a pair of thick socks. She was carrying another thick blanket. 

Jake noticed immediately that she had not worn a bra. Even though he could not see through the nightshirt, his mom's nipples were rigid from the cold and were jutting against the slick material. She spread the blanket on top of the other one and slipped under them, shivering and tucking her feet up as she did so. 

Between the two blankets, his heavy sweater and the small heater, they were warm in no time. They each drank a couple of glasses of wine and enjoyed their sandwiches as the movie went on, but half way through it, the wine and the warmth had made her a little sleepy. 

"Honey, would it be okay if we stretched out on the couch?" The couch is so big; I think it will comfortably accommodate the both of us."

"Sure, mom, but I am going to have to come out of this sweater. I am really starting to get hot," he groused.

"Okay, honey. You're right. It might be cold in here, but between the two of us and these blankets, it is starting to get hot. Besides, that sweater is a little scratchy."

Jake rose and took the empty wine glasses to the kitchen. When he returned, he stripped off the sweater and turned back to his mother. She could not help but gasp at his physique. His shoulders were broadened and thickened by the weight lifting and his chest was broad and taunt leading down to a tiny waist and six pack abs. His arms were very muscular and it was clear that he had spent some time the previous summer in the pool because he still retained a light bronze color. He had on a pair of loose fitting workout pants and she couldn't help but notice the thin line of hair that ran from his navel downward into the pants. She felt her face flush with the knowledge that she found her son's body more than a little exciting and then immediately felt guilty from the thought.

His mom was right: the couch was large enough to easily accommodate the two of them. She turned so her ass was against the back of the couch while her head was supported by her hand and bent elbow. He lay on his back with his head turned toward the television. After a little while his mother's elbow became tired.

"This isn't working too well," she complained.

"Why don't you just rest your head on my chest?"

"Are you sure that won't bother you, honey?"

"No, it won't bother me at all. Besides, that looks really uncomfortable."

"It is. I think my elbow has gone to sleep."

She folded her elbow and put her hand on his chest and then laid her head on his chest. Her other arm was on her hip. Within minutes, her breathing had become deeper and she had even begun to snore softly every now and then. About a half hour later the movie was entering it final few minutes, when Lizzie shifted position folding her bare leg and draping it across his thigh and resting her other hand on his stomach. He was trying to ignore what was happening, but occasionally she would jerk slightly in her sleep and as a result her hand had slid further down his stomach and had come to rest half on his stomach and half on the waistband of his pants. His cock could not discern between the innocent and the intentional and was steadily rising trying to reach her hand. At the same time, the heat coming off her sex felt like a hot iron on his leg. 

Finally though, the warmth of her body and the cold of the room made him sleepy and he found himself drifting in and out of sleep. After a while he decided not to fight it any longer and since he didn't want to wake his peacefully sleeping mother, he found the remote control and clicked it off and then reached up and then patted the light twice to turn it off. He rearranged his arm and put it under her head so that she was resting her head half on his shoulder and half on his chest. He wasn't sure what to do with his hand, so he eventually just let it rest on her waist, and within seconds had fallen asleep.

Several hours later he became a little uncomfortable and in half sleep shifted his position a little. When he did, his mother's hand slipped down to rest right on his cock! Almost immediately it began to respond and within seconds, it had become as hard as a baseball bat. To make matters worse, her hand was not stationary. Every so often, her hand would flex on his dick as she dreamed. It would return the favor by flexing over and over against her soft hand. He knew he should move her hand, but his hard cock had other ideas. His hand had moved during sleep to rest on her hip. He suddenly had the overwhelming desire to touch his mom's sweet ass. He guessed that if she awoke, she would notice her own hand on his throbbing dick and recoil as though bitten by a snake and it would all be chalked up to accidental contact. 

During sleep her night shirt had ridden up to her hips and when he pretended to let his hand slip down to fondle her ass, he could feel soft cotton panties and a firm, but soft leg. He thought he would cum the moment his hand came into contact with her ass. It felt so damn good. He wanted to run his finger up and down her crack, but thought better of it. Her hand continued to move almost imperceptibly on his cock, which was pushing him to the breaking point. His cock continued to flex involuntarily and now and then he would move his hips slightly which had the effect of moving her hand on it. His rock hard cock was flooding precum and he could feel it puddle on his stomach. Suddenly and completely without warning she shifted her leg and turned more into him with her knee coming to rest touching his balls. Her soft breasts pressed against the side of his chest and her hand clenched on his cock. That was more than his engorged member could take and it began to flex wildly shooting a bucket of cum into his pants. He groaned involuntarily and the sound caused her to stir in her sleep.

As she gradually began to transition from sleep to wakefulness, she turned toward the back of the couch and stretched her arms. He quickly moved his hand back to her waist, but since she had turned her left breast now rested against his bicep. Her arms came out from underneath the covers and stretched over her head and came to rest on top of the covers. Jake was holding his breath wondering if she had felt anything. Apparently, she had not for within a matter of only a couple of minutes her arms had started to get cold and she again put them under the covers. Moments later, her head rested on his chest and her hand on his bare stomach. Jake sighed quietly and now that his balls had achieved some relief again drifted off to sleep.

Moments later, Lizzie's hand drifted down to a more comfortable position, which turned out to be just below the waistband of his sweat pants and right into a very wet spot. Suddenly her eyes shot open at the sensation of something warm and wet on her hand. She took a silent sleepy inventory, and she quickly came to the conclusion that Jake had had a wet dream! She wondered if she had anything to do with it. Maybe her proximity had stimulated him, she thought. 

"Oh well, tomorrow morning I will get the heater fixed and that problem will solve itself," she thought ruefully. Nevertheless, there was something about the possibility that she had stimulated her very hunky son that sent a small jolt of electricity through her. She also noticed that she had not removed her hand from the wet spot in his sweats. Realizing that, she pulled away, but still wanted to confirm that what she thought had happened really had, so she brought her fingers to her nose. There was no mistaking the bleach smell of wet cum. Then she surprised herself by putting her fingers in her mouth and sucking the cum off them! She could feel herself blushing and she wondered what in the world had come over her to make her act that way. Very carefully and deliberately she moved her hand so that it rested on his upper chest.

"Tomorrow, first thing I will call the repair man," she reiterated to herself before sleep again claimed her thoughts.

The early morning sun shone brilliantly through the windows in the living room and as is very normal for many winter days in the Deep South, it began to warm up quickly. Jake had a tremendous hard on attributable to his age and the fact that he had to piss like a race horse. Lizzie had not stirred and Jake thought she was still asleep, but she just had her eyes closed. When Jake began to move off the couch, her eyes opened to small slits. She watched as he pulled the covers back and gently extricated himself from her. She silently gasped as she saw the tent formed in his sweat pants. His hand moved to it and repositioned it until it was pointed straight up. But when he bent to make sure she wasn't uncovered anywhere, his dick fell and tented the loose pants again. Lizzie's pussy moistened immediately causing her to blush furiously, a fact lost on Jake who was preoccupied with trying to keep his hard cock at bay. He turned and walked to the bathroom. Lizzie watched his retreating broad back and small ass every step of the way.

"My Lord, I'm losing it!" she thought. She glanced at the clock and decided to make some coffee and then call the repair service.

An hour later, the repair man finished his work and came back into the kitchen where Lizzie and Jake were still talking over coffee. 

'Well, I have some good news and some bad news," he said.

"Here we go," Lizzie thought. "Okay, well, let's hear it," she said.

"Well, the good news is that the repair will not be too expensive. You have a bad relay, and it only costs about $30 for the part, and I won't even charge you to put it on since I have to charge for the service call today. You should get off for just over a hundred dollars.

"Well, that is great news! So what is the bad news?"

"The bad news is that today is Friday and the part has to be ordered, so we won't have it until Monday. The next few days are supposed to be mild during the day, but dropping to just above freezing at night, so unless you have some supplemental heating, it might be pretty cool in here once the sun goes down."

The bad news was much better than Lizzie had first thought, and the inconvenience of being without heat was minor compared to what she had assumed might be a large heating repair bill. Gone was the memory of Jake's wet dream; in fact, Lizzie was not altogether sure that it hadn't all been part of some erotic dream of hers.

Jake had decided to hang out with some of his old teammates for the day, which was a relief for Lizzie. She didn't have to worry about him sitting around the house in the cold. They could live with one more night on the couch, if need be, and she could pick up another small heater on Saturday.

Jake was not home when she arrived after her shift, but there was no note or message on her phone, so she decided to wait up for him. She made herself a bowl of chicken soup and changed into her nightshirt while it cooked in the microwave. It was already very cool in the house, so she decided to make herself a bourbon and water to help her warm up. After the soup and drink, Jake was still not home, so she made another drink and settled in on the couch to watch a movie. Fifteen minutes into it, Jake opened the door and sauntered into the living room. Apparently he and his friends had got into the beer, because he was slurring his words ever so slightly. 

"Had a little to drink, have we?"

"Yeah, me and the guys had a few beers before they dropped me off, but I am not drunk," he said a little defensively.

"I wasn't suggesting you were, honey. Are you hungry? Can I get you anything?"

"No, we ate about an hour ago. I think I just want to get warm and go to sleep."

"Well, why don't you change and jump under the covers and watch the rest of this movie with me?"

"Okay. Let me brush my teeth and I will be right down."

In spite of the cool in the room, the covers and body heat had made him almost too warm the previous evening, so he decided to wear a pair of cotton work out shorts to bed.

A few minutes later, he padded into the room and slipped beneath the covers. When his cold feet came into contact with her bare leg she squealed with mock pain and laughter. Jake couldn't let her off without rubbing his cold feet against her again causing her to emit shrieks and playful slaps to his arms and chest. Suddenly and quite unexpectedly, they both realized that their playfulness had injected an aura of sexuality into the mix, and they both became quiet creating a minor awkward moment. 

Lizzie decided to change the mood. "So, how are Mike and Jeff doing? I see them on occasion in the mall, but it seems like I am always on the run, so I haven't had time to really talk to them."

Jake was glad for the change of subject and chatted for several minutes about some the craziness they had perpetuated that evening. Finally, he asked, "So, what are we watching?"

"This is actually an older movie, a classic, North by Northwest. It is about a case of mistaken identity, and the bad guys are trying to kill the wrong guy"

"That sounds like my kind of movie," Jake replied.

Much as with the previous evening, Lizzie did not make it through the movie before drifting off to sleep.

"Mom must really be tired," Jake thought. She was sleeping very deeply already, and her hand was again resting just above the waistline of his pants. He could already feel his cock starting to grow and try as he might to ignore what was happening below his waist, he could not. The movie was good, but not good enough to take his mind off his raging dick. He decided to give up and see if he couldn't fall asleep, so he turned the television and light off and snuggled up to his mother. 

"Mmmmmmmm," Lizzie moaned in her sleep. In an effort to get more comfortable, she shifted and draped her thigh over Jake's and rested it right on top of his surging dick! Also when she turned, her night shirt rode up her leg and her panty clad pussy rested against his thigh. Her arm was thrown across his chest. He could already feel the heat emanating from her snatch. His hand had moved with her when she turned and now rested on her panty clad ass.

He lay there a few moments wondering what to do. He knew he should move his hand from her ass, but the horny young man that he was just couldn't. His mother's breathing was deeper than ever and he knew she was sound asleep. He came to a decision that he had to feel his mother more fully. He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. He figured he could always play dumb if she woke. 

He moved his hand over her ass and cupped it and gave it a gentle squeeze. There was something about the illicit nature of what he was doing that made it all the more exciting. He moved his finger between her ass cheeks. He did not move for a few moments and then slid it down toward her pussy. Again he stopped and waited for over a minute. He wanted to see if she would stir, and when she didn't he slid his finger down further until it rested on her pussy. Slowly, almost imperceptibly Jake began to rub her pussy. He felt her folds through her moistening panties. It didn't feel like she had much if any pubic hair and suddenly he had to know for sure. 




While You Were Sleeping



He knew that what he was about to do was both morally close to the edge and very dangerous. What if she woke up and found his hand inside her panties? It was going to be hard to pretend he was playing with her in his sleep, but if he put his hand in her panties, that was going to be almost impossible to explain.

In spite of the dangers, Jake was beyond rational thought at this point, but not so irrational that he was going to get heavy handed. He hesitated when his hand came back to her cheeks. His mother had such a gorgeous, perfectly formed ass. He wanted to play with it, feel it and squeeze it. His hand moved from one cheek to another. Her ass felt fantastic. His cock was surging and drilling into her bare thigh. He wanted to release it so he could feel her skin on it, but couldn't bring himself to do it; instead, he moved his fingers to the waistband of her panties, took a deep breath, and slowly pushed them into her panties.

Slowly, but firmly, Jake moved his finger to the top of her crack and stopped. He was still holding his breath waiting for any sign that her mother was starting to wake. Her breathing was still deep. The thought again crossed his mind that taking advantage of his sleeping mother was wrong, but what could she expect: he was just a guy, and over the last two days she had put her hand on his cock and this very moment her bare thigh was pinning his cock. To make matters worse, her soft tits were resting on his chest and were making him crazy. He knew intellectually that she was asleep and these were just random physical acts, but his cock was ready to burst and at this moment wasn't discriminating between sleep and awareness.

He allowed his right hand to drift over his chest until the tops of his fingers rested against the thin slick material of her night shirt. The night shirt was doing nothing to protect her soft globes from his long, searching fingers. He gently flicked his middle finger against his mother's nipple. He flicked it again, this time almost imperceptibly. The next time he flicked it a little more firmly and it responded immediately by jutting out.

Lizzie moaned in her sleep and moved her thigh higher toward his stomach until it had his penis trapped only by the head. Her movement had the effect of spreading her legs further apart, so Jake dropped his finger into the slot, his finger tip in the sensitive area between her rosebud and her pussy. 

His mother was starting to leak fluids. Jake could feel them coating his finger and making it slick. He was about to slide his finger into her pussy when suddenly she groaned and moved back away from him. Panicked, he quickly pulled his hand from her panties until just his fingertips remained, and then he carefully removed them to keep the elastic from snapping back.

"Wow!" he thought. "Now I'm going to hear it."

He held his breath, lying dead still waiting for the explosion that never came. After a few minutes, Jake slipped from under the covers and went to the bathroom. He had to relieve his swollen and aching dick and loaded balls. He pulled the loose shorts down. His straining cock leapt out. Usually when he masturbated in the bathroom, he sat on the toilet and shot his wad into the toilet bowl, but his cock was so stiff that he knew there was no bending it. He stood in front of the sink and jerked it quickly, and after only a few pulls felt his balls contract. He supported himself by leaning against the sink, but he almost collapsed anyway as his knees went weak as bolts of cum blasted from the head of his dick and onto the wall. 

He caught a glimpse of his contorted face in the mirror and had to laugh. Between the relief his balls felt and the moment of spontaneous levity, the stress of his near discovery disappeared. He wiped down the wall with a wet cloth, relieved his bladder and went back to the couch. His mother was sleeping quietly when he eased himself under the covers. She moaned quietly and again draped her arm over his chest. He turned his head and kissed his mother softly on the top of her head before drifting off to sleep.

The next morning his mother woke early and extricated herself from their intermingled bodies. She felt great and inexplicably felt somehow that a load was lifted from her shoulders. She looked down at her son. Sleeping with him the last few nights had in some strange way been fulfilling. It had been a long time since she had lain next to a man, and she had to admit that her son was a great looking physical specimen. She was also almost sure that he had explored her body a little while she had slept. Last night when she woke, he had his fingers down the back of her panties. "Well", she thought, "at least I look good enough for him to try and play with my ass." She giggled at how naughty and good that made her feel at the same time.

After fixing breakfast for the two of them, each took a shower and headed in different directions; her to the store and to see her girl friends, and he to visit some of his friends. It was not until around 10 that evening that both returned to the house. She was happy to see that Jake had stopped by the video store and picked up a couple of movies for them to watch that evening. At the same time, she was a little surprised to see him.

"Honey, what are you doing home so early?" "I didn't expect you to roll in until at least midnight."

"Yeah, I thought about hanging out with Mark and the guys, but I just thought it would be cool to watch a movie and hang out with you. Besides, there was a break in at the Walden's four blocks over and I didn't want you to be here alone"

"That's very sweet of you honey, but you don't need to worry about me. I want you to have fun during your break."

"Actually, I am having fun. Besides, this has been a rough semester and I can use the rest. I have plenty of time to hang with them next week."

Jake had picked two comedies that turned out to be hilarious. They had laughed uproariously and had managed to drink almost two bottles of wine between them. Finally when the second one ended she said, "Those were great honey. Are you going to watch more television or turn in?"

"I think I am going to go to bed. How about you?"

"I am definitely ready for bed. Listen, if we are both going to bed, why don't we take the heater upstairs and sleep in my bed. It is a lot larger and to tell the truth, the couch is starting to get to my back."

"Sure. It is really cold out tonight and it is really getting cold in here. I am going to change and brush my teeth and then I will be in."

"Good! I know I would have been miserably cold these last two nights without you next to me. I can't even imagine tonight alone."  

With that they both stood. Out of impulse, Jake turned to his mom and pulled her to him. He looked down into her eyes and said, "Mom, thank you for supporting me through college. I know I have never told you that, but a lot of my friends have little or no help from their parents. I never really thought about it until I saw how some of them struggle."

"Well honey, I love you very much, so I am glad to do it."

Jake bent down and kissed his mother on the lips. She parted her lips and kissed him back, perhaps a little longer than she originally intended. The passion of the kiss surprised both of them a bit and there was an uncomfortable pause. Lizzie dropped her hands from his waist and slapped him on the rear. "Let's go to bed, sweetheart."

"Be there in just a sec," he said smiling brightly.

Jake had never been in his mother's bed and in truth he was a little unsure of himself. There was something almost sacrosanct about her bed. Nevertheless, the goose bumps forming on his bare chest and legs made him scurry from his bathroom and into the bed.

Both of them shivered shaking the entire bed. "Jake, it was a great evening. I had a wonderful time tonight. Good night, honey."

"Good night, mom," he said and turned out the light.

There was quiet for a few minutes, each in their own thoughts when suddenly his mother's voice shook him from his reverie. "Honey, do you mind if I snuggle up to you? I'm cold."

"Oh, I guess if I really have to," he kidded as he pulled her close.

She slapped him gently on the chest. "Watch yourself mister."

She snuggled against him draping her bare leg and arm over him. Jake was a little surprised since that usually didn't happen until she fell asleep. Jake did not have much body hair, but he did have some wispy hair on his chest and down his stomach. Lizzie began to play absently with it. This was a change on two levels: she had never played with his chest hair on the nights before, and she had fallen asleep almost immediately on the two nights they had slept on the couch. 

He allowed his hand to drift from her lower back to her hip and stopped as though bitten. Her shirt had slipped up and she didn't have any panties on! His mind raced with excitement as Lizzie started tracing the hair down his chest and over his hard abdominal muscles. She continued to play with it in an almost absent minded way. Jake's dick began to respond to her touch. It was beginning to move down his leg and although the boxers were loose, his movements had pulled them a little too tight for comfort, so he adjusted his cock to the front. As it continued to rise, its head poked out of the slit in the front. 

His mother continued to touch his skin moving from his stomach to his shoulders and chest alternating between a soft massage and a gently scratching. When she moved from his chest to his stomach, she did it very slowly. While it might have been innocent on her part, it was turning him on. He began to moan gently, especially when she moved low on his stomach.

"That feels good, honey?"

"Ummmmmhmmmmm," he moaned in response.

His cock had now slipped completely from its hiding place and was flexing and bobbing trying to find a touch, or a mouth, or a hole. He was trying his best not to grab it and jerk it furiously, but it was almost to the bursting point. But his mother continued her movements which felt great, but at the same time left his swollen member begging for relief. He decided to take a chance and allowed his hand to slide to the right until it covered one of the soft cheeks. She didn't object, and continued her gentle massage.

Finally on one of the trips from his chest to his stomach she went lower. He hand came into contact with his dripping cock. As soon as it did, she felt the dollop of precum that had formed on the tip. She moved her hand, but not in repulsion; instead she brought it to her mouth and licked it clean. "Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured. "You taste good."

Jake thought he was going to shoot his load as soon as he heard her words and involuntarily groaned.

"I guess mama is going to have to take care of her handsome, sexy son." Lizzie didn't wait for a response and slid her hand down his stomach until it came to rest on his fat, rock hard cock. He was leaking like a faucet. "Mmmmm," she said. "We don't want to waste this." She pulled herself down his body until his cock was in her face. "He sure is fully grown. I'll be lucky to get half of him in my mouth."

Jake groaned loudly and his cock pulsed sending another huge dollop of precum to the tip. His mother was just about to suck his cock! Was he dreaming? If he was, he had never had a better dream. When she had moved down, it had suddenly given him complete access to her mound. He shifted his hand until it was resting on both cheeks of her fabulous ass and slid his finger down the crack, over her rosebud, over the sensitive skin above and finally to her sopping pussy. She was flooding and he had to taste her. He slid his finger into her tight vagina pushing it in and out. Then he slid a second finger in to the hilt. He quickly brought his soaked fingers to his mouth and licked them clean before returning for more.

His mother was groaning out loud and moving her ass to meet his fingers. She couldn't wait a second longer. She cupped his balls and dove onto his cock taking it until it hit the back of her throat. She sucked madly as though its contents were water and she hadn't had a drink in two days. 

Jake was losing control. He grabbed her hips roughly, lifted and slammed her pussy onto his waiting mouth and tongue. He grabbed a cheek in each hand and pinned her clit to his nose as his tongue sought her flooded folds and hole. She ground her clit into his nose, moving side to side and back and forth. She slid her hands under his ass and pulled his cock further into her mouth. His hips were bucking up, fucking her face furiously. More and more of his dick disappeared into her mouth with each thrust until his balls were slapping against her nose. 

Both her pussy and his cock were flooding juices. Each was swallowing time and again in an effort to keep from chocking. Jake felt his cock swell and the hole start to expand.

"Unnnhhhhhhhhhhhh!," he groaned loudly in warning. His mother responded by shoving her finger roughly in his asshole. As soon as it cleared the anal ring, his balls exploded sending a massive load up the shaft and out of the tip. His mother backed off and held about three inches of his dick tightly in her mouth. Her cheeks billowed out as his white, hot cum filled her mouth. She swallowed again and again, barely keeping up with the flow.

Suddenly her hips gave way as her orgasm raged through her body like a series of ocean waves crashing violently against the beach. "Mmmmmmphhhhhhhhh! "Mmmmmmphhhhhhhhh! "Mmmmmmphhhhhhhhh! 

Both of them were drenched in sweat and cum. His dick was still in her mouth slowly softening. He was breathing through his mouth as his nose was still buried in the folds of her pussy. As they slowly recovered each began to lovingly clean the residues of cum and vaginal fluids from one another. She licked the sweat from his inner thighs and balls. The smell was overpowering, but amazingly erotic. Finally she wrapped her hand around the shaft, licked under his dick cap for any hidden residue and then gave the tip of his cock a gently kiss.

He had never tasted anything that was simultaneously so pungent and sweet. He had licked every inch of her pussy, sinking his tongue as far as possible in her vagina trying not to waste a single drop of her juices. He held her cheeks apart and ran his tongue up her crack and over her rosebud. Then he kissed her pussy softly from top to bottom keeping his arms wrapped around her ass gently pinning her to him.

Within minutes, his cock began to harden again. "Mmmmmmmmm, baby, mama needs a little break. My legs feel like rubber." She slowly moved off him. He turned his body and moved his head down to hers. She pulled him close and kissed him deeply and longingly, her tongue seeking out his. She could taste her pussy on his mouth and he could smell and taste his cock and cum on her breath and tongue. Her tongue came out to lick his lips clean and he returned the favor. 

His fully hard cock was pressed against her pussy and stomach. He turned over onto his back and pulled her on top of him. They kissed one another like lovers for several minutes. Lizzie noticed that her pussy was starting to flood again as his cock lay in the folds of her pussy, flexing and pulsing against it. She knew that she should stop this now. It was bad enough that she had sucked her son's cock and he had eaten her. Fucking was just plain wrong according to all the normal conventions. She needed to explain that to him. 

She moved her hips up his stomach. His pulsing cock now rested between her upper thighs. She had to admit, his meat felt wonderful, but still, they dared not go any further. "Honey, we can't do what we both want to do. You understand that don't you," she said unconvincingly.

"Why? Who is going to know? "

"That's not the point. There are psychologies at work here: Feelings of guilt, feelings of regret."

"Well, how do you feel now? Because I can tell you, I don't feel guilty. I don't regret a thing. And when I wake up tomorrow I will feel the same. Yes, you are my mother, and I see you that way at all other times, but here in this bedroom, late at night, it is only a man and a woman, and I feel like fu.....making love to the most incredible woman I have ever met; one that I think is amazingly sexy."

"Well, I certainly don't regret what I have done. I do feel a little guilty because I feel like I should know better and should have controlled the situation; not let it go this far."

"Mom, I am a grown man. Oh, I know I have a long way to go, but believe me; I know exactly what I am doing and if I had wanted something different, I would have said so."

Lizzie didn't speak. Instead she bent forward and put her cheek on his. Jake put his arms around her and held her tight. Suddenly he felt her tears run down his cheek and instinctively knew they were tears of surrender. He turned her cheek in his hand and licked her salty tears. "I love you mom."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

He moved his hands down her back until they came to rest on her ass. She didn't protest. He spread her cheeks and ran his fingers down her crack letting his short fingernail gently scrape against her rosebud. "Oh, my God, where did you learn how to please a woman," she moaned.

"Mom, to tell you the truth you are only my second, so it must be that you are bringing it out in me." 

He eased her down to the head of his cock. Her pussy was slick with fluids. She reached behind her and grabbed his once again full cock. She flicked it hard up and down her slit until the head was soaked with their combined juices. He was trying to go slow, but his aching cock was getting the better of him and his hips were beginning to thrust. She placed the purple head at her channel opening and gently pressed down until the head was in her. She removed her hand.

"I'm sorry mom, but I have to have you NOW!" He rotated his hands to her hips and jammed her onto his dick all the way to the root. She gasped in surprise and then groaned from the incredible feeling of having her son's fat cock buried in her snatch. When he hit bottom it was as though an electrical main was switched on. Her orgasm raced through her body causing her to shudder. "Oh fuck! Your cock feels so good! Fuck me son, fuck your mama!"

Jake responded by lifting her ass to the tip of his dick and roughly slammed her back down on it. She began to buck madly burying his cock in her and moving her clit and pelvic bone hard against him. "Oh, baby! I'm cumming! Mama is cumming with your big dick inside her!"

That was too much for Jake and he raised her completely off his cock and then slammed her back onto it again burying it to the root. His cock expanded to an obscene size and then shot an enormous stream of cum into his mother's pussy. "Unnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh!"

She collapsed onto him in a sweaty heat, the cold forgotten. His cock slowly shrank until it popped out of her. "I don't want to get up, but I am a mess," she said. He kissed her lovingly on the lips and didn't say another word. He turned around in the bed and then slowly, deliberately licked his mother clean. She held his head between her legs moaning until he had lapped up every drop. Then she licked their combined juices off him.

When they finished, the cold had returned causing them to again snuggle together.

"Mom?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Do we really have to fix the heater?"

They both laughed and then kissed goodnight. Both knew the heater would be without doubt be set on low for the rest of his break from school. 

Hope you enjoyed the story. I would like to hear your comments. 



While You Were Sleeping



I wrote 50-some stories for Literotica over the past couple of years, as Gary X. November. That account suddenly fell out of the system, so I re-registered as Gary Alexander and I'm in the processing of switching over all my old stories to my new account (doing a good bit of rewriting along the way, hopefully for the better). All my old ratings are gone -- so if you read these stories "the first time around," please click onto them again and rate them again.

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Jimmy, Bob's college roommate, is visiting us for the weekend. We haven't seen him in almost five years, since graduation, and we had a lot of catching up to do. Dinner was fantastic -- Bob's the family chef -- and our preschooler, Davey, took to "Uncle Jimmy" instantly.

Still, it was nice when the little rugrat finally went off to bed and allowed the grown-ups to talk in peace.

It about one o'clock, we were all done for the night. I warned Jimmy that Davey was an early riser and might be bouncing noisily around the house at the crack of dawn. "Don't worry about me," Jimmy said. "Once I'm asleep, nothing wakes me. What? What are you smiling about?"

"Nothing," I said. "Just remembering when Bob told me that about you..."

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It was during our final year at college. Bob and Jimmy had been roommates since freshman year, but this year Bob was spending more nights with me than he was with Jimmy. This one particular night, Bob realized he'd left a book in his room that he'd need early the next morning, and I went with him to pick it up.

It was a hot late-April night, and I was wearing a light sundress with no bra. Actually no panties either, but Bob didn't know that. Yet. Bob took advantage of my lack of bra by slipping his hand down my dress a few times while we were walking cross campus, and stroking my nipples. Honestly, I wanted nothing more than to get Bob's damn book, make it back to my room, and screw.

The door creaked loudly as we entered Bob and Jimmy's room. "Shhh!" I said automatically, and he said "Don't worry, once Jimmy's asleep, nothing wakes him." I could see Jimmy's silhouette in the near-dark, lying in his bed on the far end of the room. "Watch this," Bob said, and clapped his hands together so loudly that it made me jump. Jimmy never moved. "See?"

He flipped on the light. "I'm pretty sure it's on my desk somewhere," he said.

While he looked for the book, I glanced over at Jimmy again. Obviously expecting to be alone tonight, he was sleeping on top of his sheets, on his back, naked.I realized he must be having a nice dream. "Bob, take a look over there. Jimmy's dick is sticking straight up in the air."

"Jesus," Bob said, "I can really do without looking at Jimmy's dick. And you shouldn't be looking at it either."

I ignored him and walked over to Jimmy's bed at very gingerly sat down at the edge of it. He didn't stir.

"Will you get away from him?" Bob said.

"Come on," I said. "It's just so cute, standing up like that." I brushed against it with back of my hand. When Jimmy didn't stir and Bob didn't move to physically stop me, I circled Jimmy's dick with my hand. Now Bob was getting upset, so I told him to come over to me. When he was close enough, I unzipped his pants, pulled his dick out of his boxers, and began stroking it with one hand while I began to stroke Jimmy's dick with my other hand. "Please, Bob, when else will I ever get to stroke two dicks at the same time? And he'll never know."

Honestly, I don't think he registered a single word I said after I began stroking his dick.

This was all insanely hot, but I needed some attention myself. "These tits aren't going rub themselves you know," I said, and Bob dutifully unbuttoned the front of my dress and reached inside to give them a good massage.

I already knew what had to come next. When I thought Bob was moments away from cumming in my hand, I let go of both dicks, knelt at the side of the bed, and wrapped my mouth around Jimmy's. "Hey, wait a minute," Bob began, but then I shrugged the unbuttoned dress off my body, leaving it bunched on the floor, and spread my legs enough so that Bob could take me frombehind. I took Jimmy's dick out of my mouth just long enough to say "Fuck me. Hard."

"We don't have any condoms," Bob said.

"I don't care. Tonight I don't care. If you want my pussy, just fuck me."

His dick slid into me, the first naked dick I'd ever had inside me, and I came almost immediately. I loved the feel of it, and I'd been horny as hell for the past half hour at least. I continued sucking Jimmy as deep and as hard as I could. I wondered whether he'd be able to cum in his sleep.

I could tell Bob was about to, though. I let Jimmy's cock out of my mouth and said "In my pussy."

Bob didn't miss a beat fucking me as he said "But you're not safe."

He obviously wanted me to convince him to fill me with his cum, no matter what the consequences, and I wanted the same thing. "In my pussy," I repeated.

A moment later he came in my pussy. Hard. I couldn't be sure, since nobody had ever fucked me without a condom before, but I don't think I'd ever felt a load this big before.

I came a moment after Bob did, and then Bob pulled out of me and lay on the floor, drained (of both strength and, presumably, cum).

Jimmy, despite some of my best sucking, still hadn't cum.

I climbed onto the bed. "I hope you really will sleep through anything," I said softly as I crouched over him and slowly lowered my cum-filled pussy onto his still-erect dick.

I'm not going to lie: having a new dick in me after three years with Bob was exciting.

And I'm not going to lie about this either: at that point all I cared about was cumming one final time. If Jimmy didn't, well, he was asleep anyway. He wouldn't remember one way or the other.

I tightened my pussy muscles and Jimmy shot his load into my pussy which made me come hard. I eased myself off of him, watching his cum and Bob's drip out of my pussy onto his belly. Try to figure that one out tomorrow morning, I thought.

Bob and I dressed and walked back to my room (forgetting the book, by the way). We both felt a bit sheepish at first over what had happened, but we got over it quickly enough and we even used it as the basis for some fantasies over the years. We never told anybody about that night, and I'm certainly not going to tell Jimmy now.

In the five years since, I've been completely faithful to Bob, never touching another man sexually -- whether he was conscious or not. But I couldn't help thinking... Jimmy in the next room, and still nothing wakes him up once he's asleep...



While You Were Sleeping...



I feel you stirring behind me, know it is late, or perhaps early, but time does not matter when I am with you. I burrow back into you, feeling the soreness between my legs from our earlier passion. Even in my sleepiness I feel a tingle starting, the memory of your touch burning into me as much as your skin pressed against mine now. I wanted you in my ass so badly, but you teased me, kept saying you wanted to make sure you took care of my pussy, too. Well, you certainly took care of that!

But now with the slightest movement behind me, I know what I want and where I want it. I wiggle back against you a little more, feel your stir, a slight moan escapes your lips as you burrow into my hair in your sleep and your hand automatically slides up to my hip. I know you are still sleeping, but now I am wide awake, every nerve ending on fire. I let the memories of our earlier lovemaking roll over my mind, riding you with my head thrown back, nipples rock hard with pleasure, you gripping my hips as you thrust up into me; you rolling me over and taking me from behind, grabbing fistfulls of my long, blonde hair and tugging, sending chills down my arched spine, calling me your little manx. 

I feel myself getting wetter now, and know that I have to have you. I slide out of your embrace, gently pushing the covers off your beautiful body. I kiss my way across your stomach, down below your bellybutton and slowly swirl my tongue around the tip of your cock before I take you into the hot wetness of my mouth. I cup your balls in my hand, massaging you as I slowly take you into my mouth. The moan I hear now is not one of sleepy bear, you are awake and aware of your plight now. You grow rock-hard in my mouth and I lick up and down your shaft, slowly swirling my tongue around the tip of your cock before wrapping my lips around you and once again taking you deep into my throat. I slide farther down the bed, taking your balls into my mouth, licking and sucking as I stroke your shaft with my hand. But I know what you want and I continue south. I lick underneath your balls, the sensitive area with soft skin and hear you moan your approval, either you like where I am, or you know where I am going as you open your knees wider, allowing me access to the spot that brings us both such pleasure. I press the tip of my tongue against your tight asshole, and am rewarded with a deeper, more gutteral moan, and I know that you and I have the same dark desires.

I alternately swirl my tongue around your knot, then try to force my way in with the little tip, loving your reaction. When I lift my head up for a moment to pull my hair back, I am rewarded with a beautiful view of your muscular chest, broad shoulders, your head thrown back in pleasure. Perhaps my pause distracts you because you grab me and roll us into a 69 on our sides with one of my legs draped over your shoulder. I am far enough down that I can keep my tounge where we both want it to be and you slide your slick cock between my breasts, slowly tit-fucking me as I tongue your asshole and you suck on my clit. Does it get any hotter than this? I feel the first tremors of an orgasm shaking over me as you nibble on my clit, I wrap my arm around you, pulling you closer to me and sneaking a finger into your tight ass, losing my moans as I bathe your asshole in thrusts that match yours with my tongue.

You pull away from me, leaving me spent on my back, looking up at you as you are now the one in control. You swirl your fingers in my wetness, a slow smile spreading over your face as you see how easily you destroy me. You thrust into me with your fingers, then dip lower, slipping one, honey-covered digit into my ass, where I have wanted you all along. You push my knees up to my chest until I am holding them, waiting for you as you spread my wetness onto your hardness. The anticipation is killing me, I feel you pause with the head of your hot cock pressed against me, your eyes finding mine in the dim light. Our gaze is locked as you slowly push into me, your head feeling like it could not possibly fit inside of me, the pressure so intense, and then my body submits and you are past the initial tightness, pausing for a moment. A soft moan escapes my lips, this sensation is like no other, that first entry, you staring into my eyes, knowing exactly what you are doing to me. You then push into me with one long, deep thrust until you are bottomed-out, my eyes go wide with the surprise, the fullness. The initial restraint is gone. You know I want it hard, deep, and that wicked smile of yours starts to spread across your sweet face.

You pull out, almost to the tip, then slam back into me, taking total possession of me. You know I love the hotness of your dick buried into my knot. You thrust into me, grind your hips, making sure that I feel every inch of you buried in my naughty-hole. I start to get used to the sensation of you filling me and begin to meet your thrusts, which I know you love, know that you like how much I love your huge cock in my ass. You pull me up as you lay back on the bed, so I am now on top, you grab my ankles and hold them together over your head with one hand, gripping my hips with the other to impale me on your rod, making sure I feel every bit of you thrusting up into me.

You let my legs down and I am riding you, much the same as I did earlier in the evening, only this time you are snuggled tightly into my nether region, filling me in that wicked way. You take my hand and guide it to my pussy, telling me you want to watch me touch myself the way I do when I am alone. I slip my finger into my pussy, thrusting deeply and feeling you in my ass, then I flick my finger over my clit, gently rubbing in circles the way I do when I fantasize about exactly what you are doing to me now. I look down into your eyes as I ride you, fucking you as you fuck my ass, my free hand stroking my breast and pinching my hardened nipple. In your sexy voice, you tell me "you need to think about where you want me to come," and I nearly come right then just with that statement. 

Everywhere? Is that an option? I want to feel the hot streams shooting in my ass, your cock pulsing in me as you come. I want to taste your come, see your face as you lose control, as I have done so many times with you already. I take a moment to savor the feel of your thickness inside me before leaning down and kissing you, whispering "I want to taste you." You know exactly what I want, and a small moan escapes your lips onto mine. You flip me over onto my stomach, my words have incited your passion and you slam into me, with your hands entwined in my hair as my back arches to meet every thrust you can give me. I want it all, you know how much I do. I slide my hand underneath myself and flick my clit just as I am going over the edge, with another orgasm ripping through me, every nerve in my body is awake and trembling as I come and come with your cock plunging deeper into me. 

Abruptly you pull out and I roll over, sliding halfway off the side of the bed as your weight is no longer there to support me. I find myself eye level with your beautiful, hard cock, your hand wrapped around it as your stroke yourself to orgasm in moments, shooting hot streams of come onto my waiting tongue and breasts. I try to catch every bit, then lean over, taking you into my mouth, gently sucking out the last drops of your semen. I stroke my clit as you come, savoring the last tremors of my orgasm, then use my pussy-soaked fingers to get a few stray gobs of your cum before slowly sucking each finger as you watch me. I return to your shaft and slowly lick up and down, getting every last drop, gently swirling my tongue around the tip as I cradle your balls in one hand and stroke your ass with the other. If only I could show you some day how wonderful it feels to be fucked in the ass...

We climb back into bed, into each others arms, and doze off again. I know when I wake again I will want you with the same passion as I did just now, did when we went to bed hours ago, and I fall asleep with a smile on my face.



While You Were Sleeping



It was years ago. We were lying on the old collapsing sofa we had when we were first married, which could only be comfortably enjoyed in a horizontal position. She was settled against me, with her arm around my stomach. We'd watched a film with Art Garfunkel in it, mostly because she's always loved one of his records. He played a psychiatrist, who rapes one of his patients when she is unconscious. 

"Why would he do that?" she said. "She can't respond to him, she's nearly dead."

"Mmm it didn't seem very exciting to me... he's too...asexual. There are some men I can see are attractive, even though I'm not at all attracted to men, but not him."

We continued talking about it for some time. 

"It would make a difference if it was someone you were sleeping with anyway, or someone you'd never sleep with, I think," she said, thoughtfully.

"Would you do it, if you got the chance?" Annie asked me, looking into my eyes. 

"No, of course not!" I said. "I like you awake!"

She looked away, and blushed. "I think I'd quite like it," she said, sliding her hand down my stomach and into my trousers, worming it between my skin and boxers. 

"Hmm seeing as how you're as hard as iron, I think you like the idea of it too."

I grasped her wrist and pulled her hand out away. "Not so, it's just all the talk about sex in general."

She looked at me for a moment and then said: "Actually the idea of you having your wicked way with me while I am asleep is quite sexy, I like the idea."

"But you wouldn't know anything about it! You'd be asleep or drugged or whatever."

"Yeah, and the idea of someone I don't know doing that is completely nauseating... it would be a completely different thing if you did it though. It would be...hot."

"So... if ever you were comatose, I should carry on? You give me permission? Really?"

"Yes, really. You have my permission. Well not like that," she indicated the television, " If I was in that sort of state you're to call the ambulance. But if I am heavily asleep or so drunk I don't know, or very tired and too tired to wake up, then yes. Want me to sign something?"

"I don't think that will be necessary." I opened my zip, and took her hand and placed it on my erection which was, as she had pointed out, quite impressive. 

"I think we should go to bed and use this though...." 

That night was a good night. We played games, she played unconscious, then I did, we messed about and we both came with satisfying extravagance, her several times and me, once but so conclusively I felt that everything, every desire, had been drained from me.

I hadn't thought about that conversation again for years. I'd never had an opportunity, and although it did seem quite arousing to role play sleeping princess and handsome prince for a bit, it just wasn't something I'd devoted any time or attention to. But then....

We were both exhausted when we got home. We collapsed onto the sofa and couldn't even be bothered to make a cup of coffee. She kicked off her shoes and had me unhook her bra, and then she removed it without removing her dress. It was green satin, and suited her, and I stroked her breast through the silky material, with no intention of following through. I didn't have the energy.

Eventually we decided to climb the stairs to bed. Annie had had a lot of champagne, and she was swaying rather as we went up to bed. she sat on the edge of the bed, removed her underwear, giggled and fell sideways on the bed, passed out. I went around to her side of the bed, picked up her feet and laid them gently on the bed. Then I undressed myself, and wondered about getting her out of her dress. I got up and stood over her, and tried to wake her a little.

"Annie... shall we get you out of your dress?" I found the zip easily enough and unzipped the back, but she was a completely dead weight, and didn't really stir at all. The front of the dress gaped, and I caught sight of her dark nipple, and full, rounded breast. I slipped my hand inside the fabric, and as I touched her breast, her nipple hardened. And I did too.

I caught her nipple between two fingers, and stroked my cock. I hadn't had very much to drink - I'd been driving, and I was horny, very horny. She was... my wife, and yet not my wife, because she was unconscious, oblivious to the world and what I was doing.

Suddenly, I was aware that I could do anything... she was in my power. Annie wouldn't mind... perhaps she'd wake up enough to participate, I thought. But I realized that I would be disappointed if she did, and that I didn't want her to participate. I wanted her asleep. I REALLY wanted her. I rolled her onto her back.

I pushed her dress up to her waist, and admired her body. We've been married ten years, and I thought I knew her body well, but somehow, in this moment it looked strange and inviting and forbidden. She was asleep, and couldn't know anything about what was happening. I reached over for the tube of lubricant on the bedside, and squirted a little onto the end of my cock. Even my own fingers felt strangely exciting, and the thought of what I was about to do excited me greatly, much more than I would ever have guessed. It was forbidden, and yet I had permission... as long as she remembered what she had agreed to. The idea that she might have forgotten the conversation, might wake up and protest was a bit exciting too.

I parted her legs, and ran a hand up the warm smooth inside of her thigh. She was wearing stockings and suspenders, something she only did on special occasions. I stroked her bare thigh, and then let my hand stroke her dark hair. I liked the fact that she only trimmed but didn't shave, the hair there. She has a very neat and tidy pussy, I slipped one lubricated finger into her and then up to find the centre of her pleasure above. I rubbed slightly and she began to move against me... and I thought she was waking up, but she wasn't. She began to moan a little, seemed to be dreaming. I could feel she was getting aroused and slippery.

I knelt over her, spreading the lube over my cock, and brought it to the point where the tip of it was nudging into her, slipping easily inside. I've done it hundreds, probably thousands of times, but it was new and exciting... and I was taking my time, watching her sleeping and unaware that I was inside her, sliding rhythmically into and out of her. Initially I was taking most of my weight on my arms, above her, but gradually my weight shifted and I was lying on top of her. She moved underneath me, still not stirring from her sleep, but almost as though she were dreaming about being fucked, and moving accordingly.

I was tempted to simply come and finish it quickly, but I realized that I could do anything at all and I wanted to make it last as long as possible. She's never liked oral sex much, but I could lick her without any complaints now. I pulled out of her, and slid down to bury my face in the sweet honeyed scent of her. Then I did something I know was wrong.

I turned her over, and pulled her hips up, so that she was sort of kneeling... I had to support her by holding her and it wasn't easy... she kept falling to one side. I knelt behind her and pushed my cock into her again. She's never been very adventurous sexually, has always like straight sex...and I'd always wondered about anal sex... would it be good? horrible? I'd never got her to try it. I got the lube again and squirted a fair amount around the place, my heart beating so hard, I thought that alone would wake her up. My whole being was concentrated into that one desire, putting my cock into her, using her. I spread it down into her and then positioned my cock against her again, pushing, very gently, just a little. 

She was falling to the side, and it was hard to get myself in the right position and hold her in the right position too. I was worried about accidentally suffocating her, had to keep checking she was able to breathe, and I wasn't hurting anything. It was tight and squeezed the end of my cock in an interesting way, and tried to push it out, and so I pushed a little harder. She started to moan a little in her sleep and so I stopped, and listened to her with my cock slipping a little further in... I knew she might not consent to it if awake... and here I was doing it to her while she was drunk and passed out. It just excited me more.

I pushed a little more, but the tight feeling was too much and I came explosively, pumping into her before withdrawing. I settled her into a more comfortable position on her side for sleep and got up off the bed to go and wash my cock... and throw some cold water in my face.

I sat in the bathroom, musing about what I'd just done...wondering how I could still feel so aroused when I had just come. Usually I just turn over and go to sleep, and in my exhausted state, I'd have expected to feel like sleeping even more. But there was an electricity, a desire for excitement and a feeling that I was doing something forbidden and wrong... it gave me the sort of kick I hadn't had for a very long time.

By the time I got back to the bedroom, I was erect again, and the idea of seeing what she would do if I put my cock in her mouth started to arouse me. Of course there was a risk that she would bite it hard, thinking she was eating. But she's always loved sucking my cock almost as much as she hates me licking her... and so if she was aroused she might do that anyway. I couldn't get over how new and exciting this seemed to be.

I laid myself alongside her, and slid my fingers down her flat stomach until I had her clit gently between two fingers, and started to rub rhythmically, and she started to respond in her sleep... I put another finger in her mouth and she began to suck it... and so I pulled her onto her side, and slid my cock into her mouth.

I withdrew, because an idea had occurred to me... I could let her share what I'd been doing by filming us. Strangely all idea of sleep and exhaustion had gone, I felt strong and full of energy and still horny as hell. I got the camera and easily positioned it, but had to light some candles for light... the bedside lights were too bright, it looked hard and unflattering. 

Then I turned her onto her back and took her again, thrusting a few times for the camera, before withdrawing, repositioning myself and making her take me into her mouth. It wasn't very clear on the video afterwards, but somehow that made it even more arousing for her... she could see I was doing something to her, but not what, properly.

I didn't want to come in her mouth in case I choked her, and so I worked my way down her body, kissing and licking her nipples and then her pussy, and she moaned and talked in her sleep and then, came. I stopped there, entered her again, and just fucked her hard until I came again. 

The next day, she had a hangover. I waited on her hand and foot, bringing orange juice, small nourishing snacks, massaging her feet. By the afternoon, she was more herself, and looked at me quizzically. 

"What did I do to deserve all this slavery?"

"ooh my love, you don't have to do anything for me to look after you!" I said, not meeting her eyes.

She said "I know it's awful, but although I know we screwed last night, I can't remember anything about it. I smelled like a fish market and your stuff was running down my legs when I went to the bathroom. I'm sorry I don't remember. Was it good? Did I enjoy myself? What did I do that you liked so much that you have been attending to me like a Roman slave?"

"I don't know quite how to tell you this... you passed out when you came to bed. You were still passed out when I had sex with you...."

She gasped, but in a I'm-turned-on way and not a shock-horror way. 

"Ohhhh. You're SO bad.," she said, blushing wildly. "What did you do?"

"Well, I did a few things and then realized you might want to know... so I made a video."

She gasped again, put her hand out for me and pulled me into bed with her. I was really aroused, telling her about it, and so we made love while I told her what I had done. We watched the film and fucked, wildly, it seemed to arouse her frantically to see me fucking her while she was asleep.

Now she's threatening to drug me in order to return the favour...



While You Were Sleeping



I fall onto the couch in a huff. Kyle, my roommate, raises an eyebrow at me. 

"What's eating you, Andrea?" It is late and his voice is a little husky from not being used.

I sigh, "I can't sleep. It's frustrating, I'm tired but when I climb into bed, nothing happens."

Kyle shrugs and turns his eyes back to the TV. He doesn't usually say much, more often than not I just get looks from him, which say far more than he does. I sigh again and I get another sidelong glance from him. This one tells me that he is annoyed.

A part of me wants to insinuate that Kyle and I do something to 'tire' me out but I resist, last thing I needed was to complicate my roommate situation. Good roommates are hard to find and Kyle and I get along well. He picks up after himself, isn't loud, and because he is a guy, I don't have to worry about any girl drama. Of course the fact that he is easy on the eyes doesn't hurt either. We share a common bathroom and occasionally I get to see him half naked, which is a definite plus.

"What are you watching?" I ask.

"Horror movie."

"Any good?"

"So far."

"Is this the one with that blond girl from-"

"Yes," he interrupts.

"She's a terrible actress."

He rolls his eyes at me.

"Won't it keep you up, watching something scary this late?"

Kyle groans and throws his head back, "Go to bed. I can't watch if you keep talking."

"I told you, I can't sleep."

With a deep breath, Kyle pushes himself up off of the coach and walks back into his bedroom. I take the opportunity to grab the remote and flip the channel to see what else is on. From the bedroom I hear him yell, "You better not be changing the channel!" I switch it back to his stupid horror movie and roll my eyes.

Kyle emerges from the bedroom with one of his hands cupped and motions for me to hold a hand out. I do. He dumps two white pills into the palm of my hand.

"What are these?"

"Sleeping pills. Take two and let me watch my movie," he says, exasperated. 

I smile, "Thanks, Kyle. If I take these, will I still be able to get up in the morning?"

"You'll be fine, just go away."

"Best roommate ever!" I say and give him a hug he is clearly unprepared for.

"Whatever," he says, although I am pretty sure I saw him smile.

I go to the kitchen and get myself a glass of water then head back to my room, giving Kyle a wave as I pass.

Back in my room I roll the pills in my hand. He said to take two... I decide to take a half pill, and if I am still awake in a half hour, I will take the other half... and if I am still awake after that, I'll take the second pill. He said it wouldn't keep me from waking up in the morning for work, but why chance it?

I snap one of the pills in half, take it with a big swallow of water, and deposit the remaining pill and a half in my dresser drawer. I turn off my besides lamp and snuggle down.

Consciousness floats just beneath the surface. I feel awake, but not. My limbs are heavy and I don't seem to have the energy in me to move them. For a moment I wonder what had woken me and then I hear it again.

"Andrea? You awake?"

I want to roll over and tell Kyle that, yes, I am awake, but my body doesn't respond. For a moment I panic, but then I remember the sleeping pill I had taken. It must be messing with my system. How nice of Kyle to check in to see the pills he had given me had worked.

I hear Kyle step into my bedroom and close the door. Odd.

"Andrea?"

He moves closer, and I can feel him right above me. Kyle reaches down and tucks my hair behind my ear. What is he doing?

I am curled on my side and Kyle pulls on my shoulder moving me onto my back. He then pulls down my blankets and I regret that I am only wearing an over-sized t-shirt and a pair of panties. I wish I had slipped on a pair of shorts or something. Although, I still can't figure out what the hell he is doing. He had given me sleeping pills that should have knocked me out cold, so what was he doing in my room?

I feel him run his hand up and down my bare leg. Shit.

With a soft feathery touch, he runs his fingertips up and down my leg again, stopping just below the panty line. I hear him groan and then the weight on the bed shifts. I feel my shirt rise and pull over my head. What the fuck.

And then I feel him on my nipple. Kyle has his mouth around one of my nipples and is sucking it gently, making it tight and hard. He licks, nips and sucks at it. He then turns his attention to the other nipple and works at it as well until it is as hard as the other. He then grabs my breasts, kneading them as kisses his way down to my belly button.

Then I feel his fingers rub my slit through my underwear and I just the thought of what Kyle may do next makes me wet. I had fantasied about him before, honestly, I had a hot roommate, what girl wouldn't? But I hadn't fantasied about this; him sneaking into my room while I'm in a knocked out drugged state. I guess I should have propositioned him when I was on the couch.

Kyle continues to rub me through the cloth and I'm getting really wet. At this point I'm sure he can tell. I'm practically dripping. The rational part of my brain wants him to leave but the other, horny part, wants him to keep going. And he does. The fabric has become slick with my juices. He groans again and then he pulls my panties off and I am then completely naked in front of him. He moves again and he is climbing in between my legs. 

I feel him place one hand on my upper thigh and the other hand goes between my legs. He easily slides one finger into me. Then another. And then he slowly begins to fuck me with his fingers; slow but steady. Then I feel his thumb moving against my clit and my pussy begins to tighten. I know what's happening and he does too. Kyle begins to increase his tempo ever so slightly and I am close. So close. Even in this drugged state I'm breathing fast and heavy. My breath catches and I am almost there...

The weight sifts on the bed again and I Kyle climbs off. Fuck. So fucking close.

Across the room I hear him open a drawer and then I hear a soft, familiar hum.

Shit. How the hell does he know where I keep my vibrator? This is not the first time he has been in my room then... I hear the zip of pants and thud of them falling to the floor. I have no control here, but still my body is excited, tense in anticipation.

Kyle is back on the bed and between my legs again. He turns the vibrator to low and he moves it up and down my slit, close to my hole, but not quite. I'm still very excited from my almost orgasm and I want him to fuck me. With the toy, with his dick, at this point, I don't care. I just want him to fill me, fuck me.

He slides the vibrator inside of me and I moan. Then I feel his mouth on my clit, his tongue teasing me as he fucks me with my toy. My orgasm builds quickly. He slides the toy in and out of my cunt and I can feel my juices dripping down my thighs. My pussy tightens and quivers and... OH MY GOD. And Kyle keeps fucking me with the vibrator even as I come. Pumping it in and out of me and his mouth is on me and for a moment I don't breathe.

Fuck. Holy fuck. Fuck. 

He pulls the toy out and licks my slit and presses his tongue inside of me. I quiver again. If I had control of my body I would hold his head and mouth there... but he does so without my asking and another orgasm rocks out of me as he eats out my dripping cunt.

I feel spent and exhausted, although I haven't done anything but lie here. Kyle moves again on the bed, and I'm ready and anxious for him to thrust his dick inside of me and fuck me to another orgasm. He falls on top of me, covering me with his body and I can feel his dick, hard and tip wet with precum against my stomach. 

He rocks against me. Slowly. His mouth is against my ear and I can hear frustrated huffs as rubs his cock against me. I feel him then begin to jerk himself off against my stomach. He's not going to fuck me. I want to yell at him. I want to beg him to please, please fuck me with that hard cock. 

Kyle's breathing is ragged. "Andrea, Andrea," he moans and then he grunts, jerks, and I feel hot jets of cum against my stomach. For a moment nothing happens. Kyle is still against me. He is hot and heavy on top of me and I have an odd desire to wrap my arms around him.

He sifts; pulls away. "Fuck. Fuck. FUCK." He makes a strangled noise and then he is up off of the bed. I feel him pick up the discarded vibrator and leave the room.

I hear him in the bathroom running the sink, talking to himself as he does so. I hear him open then slam close the linen closet. 

He walks back in and I hear him return my toy to the drawer. He is then above me, cleaning me off with a wet wash cloth. He is gentle, careful as he wipes his cum off of my stomach and my cum from between my legs. 

Then he is pulling my shirt over my head, trying to get my arms back into the sleeves. It is almost funny how awkward it is. He gets my shirt on me then I hear him open another drawer and he is back, pulling a new pair of panties onto me. I am still bothered that he knows where everything is. And I really should be more bother by what just happened than I am. 

Once Kyle has gotten me straightened back out, he pulls the cover back over me. I feel his breath against my forehead, and then I feel his skin. He has placed his forehead against mine.

"Please don't know, please don't know," he chants, sounding anguished. Then he kisses my forehead and is out the door.

In the morning when my alarm goes off I feel good; tired, but a good, relaxed kind of tired. I switch my alarm off and head to the shower. I turn the water as hot as I can stand it and try to decide what to do. I am exceptionally confused. On one hand I am appalled that Kyle did what he did while I was "asleep". On the other, I deeply enjoyed it and wanted him to go further than he did. I'm still not sure why he didn't fuck me. It was obvious that he wanted to. 

Hell, even before... what happened happened, I had contemplated asking him if he wanted to have sex. I liked Kyle. I was attracted to Kyle. But still. 

I shut the water off. 

Later, when I walk into the kitchen Kyle is already at the table eating breakfast. He glances up at me but didn't say anything, but I can feel anxious energy rolling off of him.

"How was your stupid horror movie?" I ask as I pour coffee into my travel mug.

Kyle seems to freeze behind me, confused, as if he thought I was going to scream at him, "What the hell were you thinking last night!"

After a moment's pause he says, "It was okay." I nod.

He coughs, "How did you sleep?" He makes eye contact with me. This is it. He seems to be bracing himself.

I smile, "Those pills you gave me were fucking awesome. I woke up feeling great, like all of the tension had been wrung out of me."

Kyle looks like he might be sick. "Great," he chokes out. He looks down at his cereal and pushes it away.

I splash some milk into my coffee and screw the top on.

"I might have to have you hook me up again next time I can't sleep," I say.

"Sure," he mumbles. I smile at him again.

"Seriously, last night was great," I say walking out the door.