Knocked Up Sleepwalking Mother
Anonymous
Publisher: Amber FoxxFire
Summary
I don't know why I thought I could do it and get away with it, but I did. See, mom had a nightly habit of sleepwalking. Usually it was just around her room, then she'd fall back into bed and fall asleep, never remembering a thing. Once in a while, she'd sleepwalk out of her room and maybe visit the kitchen. Those times she became a sleep eater, too. This happened during one of those times. Excerpt: I don't know why I thought I could do it and get away with it, but I did. See, mom had a nightly habit of sleepwalking. Usually it was just around her room, then she'd fall back into bed and fall asleep, never remembering a thing. Once in a while, she'd sleepwalk out of her room and maybe visit the kitchen. Those times she became a sleep eater, too. This happened during one of those times. I was laying in bed, just listening to some snazzy tunes when I heard mom's door creak open. It was well after 1 AM, so I knew mom wasn't supposed to be up. She usually slept soundly throughout the night. But not this night. I caught mom heading for the kitchen. I knew there was a homemade apple pie with her name on it. If I let her, she'd eat the entire thing and then blame me in the morning when it went "missing." That wasn't going to happen. I intercepted mom at the entrance to the kitchen. Now, I knew you weren't supposed to wake a sleep-walking person, so I just directed her away. Mom was a large, voluptuous woman. Not fat, just a bit of extra weight. But all that weight seemed to congregate right in her large rack, making it very impressive to say the least. That rack was only covered in the barest of nightgowns and as I was a smidge taller than her, I could see right down into her bosom. I could see everything. It took every ounce of willpower not to just sit there and stare. With long-flowing red hair, deep green eyes and a large bosom, she had always been my go-to fantasy of choice. Of course it was just a fantasy. Who wouldn't want to fuck their mother? Just me? Oh, well, in any case it was something I did in my mind every single night. But now, here she was completely out of it and her dancing breasts were practically shoved in my face. What would a little touch hurt? If she woke up, there'd be enough time in the confusion to whip my hand away.