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From story@lover Sun Sep 08 16:35:01 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetishes.sleepy,alt.sex.fetish.sleepy,alt.sex.sleeping-girls
Subject: Another Mom
From: story@lover
Date: Sun, 08 Sep 1996 14:35:01 GMT

The first naked woman I ever saw in my life was my Mom. In those days we
lived in a small two-story house that had two bedrooms, the one I slept in
and the one Mom and Dad shared before they got divorced. Both bedrooms
were on the second floor and were right next to each other. There was also
a door between them that was always kept locked. I never thought much
about that door until after my Dad left and my Mom slept in the bedroom by
herself.

The door between our bedrooms was an old one and had a large keyhole,
although I never once saw a key or anybody unlock it. When I was younger,
the door was always a mysterious thing to me. The doorknobs had long since
been taken off the door, and somebody had stuffed a lot of wadded up paper
in the keyhole so you couldnıt peek through it. I used to weave stories to
myself about the door and the people who once lived in our house.  I
fantasized what they might have used the door for. Whenever I asked Mom
about it she told me the door was for the maid. The people had a maid, she
said, who slept in my bedroom.

To make a long story short, after Dad left and Mom was alone I began to
wonder about the door. I was going on my 16th birthday and, like most boys
that age, was getting more and more curious about women and what they
looked like without any clothes on. I had begun collecting copies of
Hustler and other magazines with photographs of naked women and their
pussies. I kept the magazines under my bed so Mom wouldnıt find them.
After I went to my room at night, I would take the magazines out and jack
off while looking at the pictures. A womanıs cunt seemed to me the most
wonderful thing in the world, and I longed to stick my cock inside one.

After a while, though,  photographs just didnıt do it for me anymore. I
wanted to see the real thing. One day when Mom was out shopping I got a
screwdriver and tried to push the wadded up paper out of the keyhole. The
paper had evidently been in the hole a long time. It was virtually stuck
to the metal inside. Nevertheless after numerous jabs I managed to knock
most of it loose and pushed it out the other side. Checking the line of
sight through the open keyhole, I saw what was a commanding view of Momıs
bedroom and her bed. Needless to say, I couldnıt wait til Mom came home
and went to bed that night.

And when Mom went into her bedroom that night I was well rewarded. When I
knelt down to look through the keyhole, I saw her remove her clothing,
article by article, first to reveal breasts I had never dreamed were so
big. I watched as her tits dipped down and then bounced back up as she
bent over to remove her stockings. For the like of me, I wondered why I
had never thought of Mom as having big breasts before. I learned that a
bra sometimes hides a womanıs true amplitude. 

As I gazed through the keyhole, I also saw how large the nipples are on a
tit in real life, and what a large brown circular area surrounds each
nipple. What a lucky baby I must have been to suck warm milk from those
nipples!  I wondered why I had ever stopped.  I remembered a novel I read
about a boy who was nursed by his mother until he was 8 years old. That
could have been me, I thought.  I could have never quit, and could still
be sucking milk from those tits. What would Mom think if she knew I wanted
to? The thought made my cock tingle.

When Mom removed her panties, the luxurious thatch of pubic hair on her
pussy was ever so much more vivid and compelling than the hair on the
cunts I had looked at in the magazines. My cock stiffened its full length
at the sight of it. I began to stroke my meat passionately. After Mom
undressed, she usually lay on the bed reading for a while, her legs
slightly parted.  And I imagined my cock buried somewhere inside the dark
bush between her legs and my cock moving in and out of it, thrusting as
deep as it could go. I kept stroking until my load splashed up against the
door. 

This peeking at Mom in her bedroom continued for many a night. Gradually
over time I memorized every square inch of her 34-year-old body, her
pendulous tits, the way they sagged and bobbed when she moved about the
room; the way they seemed to pour out across either side of her chest when
she lay down, the way they moved across her body like two massive blobs of
flesh spread out for kneading and tasting. I loved, too, the look of her
pussy, with its glorious dark fluffy hair and the sensuous groove down
beneath it that she occasionally ran a  finger in distractedly, suggesting
warm wet pleasures to be sampled.   After a time, I forgot all about my
Hustler magazines. And after a time, I even got tired of jacking. I wanted
a real cunt, a cunt like Momıs, a warm tight pussy full of slippery juices
to stuff my cock into. I wanted to shoot my load deep inside such a cunt.
I wanted to come in it again and again. I wanted to fill it up completely
with my cum. 

It seemed as if nothing was ever going to change. I was not nervy enough
to walk into Momıs bedroom naked and force a showdown, especially while
she was awake. But one time, when I knew she was sound asleep, I crept
into her bedroom and stepped quietly up to her bed. I pulled aside the
covers carefully and leaned over her body, my head very close to her
cunt.  But in the end I lost my nerve and had to content myself with
breathing in the aroma emanating from the dark recesses of her pussy. The
heated, musky fragrance of her powerful snatch excited me, and I began to
masturbate, imagining my swollen cock deep inside the object of my
desire.  Sheer fantasy sufficed, and, wrenchingly, I shot my load, my gism
flying every which way, on her tits and on her belly, a drop or two
landing on the crisp, curly hair between her legs. 

After catching my breath and regaining my senses I leaned over the
sleeping figure of my Mom to examine the two pearly drops of semen on her
bush.  Using my finger, I teased the glistening bits of cum down through
the hairs to her cunt and into the opening of her vagina. The inner lips
of her pussy seemed to come alive at my touch, greedily accepting the
precious gism I had to offer them. Mom sighed, her body stirring briefly.
She moved her ass up and down a few times and then lay quiet. I decided it
was too risky to remain in the room any longer and covered her up again. 
I withdrew from the bedroom, promising myself I would summon up the proper
courage next time around.

By the time I got enough nerve to creep into my motherıs bedroom again, I
had a bit of bad luck when I discovered my Mom was having her period.
Pulling down the sheet from around her sleeping figure, I saw the telltale
string of the tampon dangling from her vagina. It was a definite turnoff,
and, needless to say, I withdrew from the room not only cursing my luck
but also swearing to give up any further attempts to sneak a fuck from my
mother. 

My resolve not to try anything more lasted only about two weeks, however,
for about that time my Mom and one of her lady friends spent the evening
downstairs getting really plastered. The two of them slowly killed a
four-liter bottle of wine, while cracking jokes and trashing the men in
their lives they both knew. There was a lot of laughter and clatter in the
kitchen while they yacked at each other and fussed with their drinks and
their snacks. At about 10:30, Betty, my momıs friend, said she had to
leave when her husband telephoned and wondered what was keeping her out so
late. Of course, I eavesdropped on all this, and about ten minutes after
Betty left, I could hear my mom try to mount the stairs and make it to her
bedroom. I heard her stumble several times on the way, but she made it
finally to her room and shut the door. Peering through the keyhole in the
door between our rooms, I saw her flop on the bed without getting
undressed or turning out the light. It was not like her not to get
undressed and I figured she must have been really sloshed. For a long time
I peered through the keyhole at her comatose figure on the bed. I could
hear her snoring loudly, and thought to myself it was now or never. The
excitement I felt at knowing she was dead drunk instantly gave me a hard
on.

I took all my clothes off and, stepping into momıs bedroom, I walked over
to her bed and reassured myself she was out cold. Lifting up her skirt, I
reached up under her ass and removed her panties, leaving them around one
leg so as to make it easier to put them back on. The shock of seeing her
pussy so close and accessible made my cock throb almost painfully, the
head turning almost purple with impatience.  After the previous episode, I
had not jacked off or had a wet dream, so the pent up gism in my balls
undoubtedly was aching for release.

Spreading Momıs legs, I positioned myself in between them, and fondling
her cunt, probed its juicy interior with one finger, spreading as much of
the moisture inside on the outside as I could. In between her snores, Mom
began to moan softly, her body just barely stirring. My cock by now was
dripping precome, the sticky strings trailing from the head as I placed it
at the opening to Momıs vagina. With very little effort and hardly a
thrust, my cock sank into her cunt up to the hilt. Unconciously, her
vagina tightened its grip on my cock, grasping it deliciously as if by
magic. It must have been an entirely involuntary reaction because I was
certain she was passed out from the wine and sleeping it off. 

Nevertheless Momıs moaning continued, taking on a rhythm of its own in
response to the gradual in and out of my thrusting. I began to thrust in
earnest, faster and deeper, throwing all caution to the wind, and banging
hard against her vulva each time I drove my rigid shaft into her as far as
I could manage. Soon I felt the first tug in my loins, the signal I was
about to cum. If I had any misgivings about cumming in my mother, now was
the time to stop, and I paused briefly, but only briefly. The thought that
I could drop a huge load inside her was too exciting, too pleasureful to
be denied. I loved the thought. I loved the idea of it. I wanted to do it.
I wanted to shoot my hot cum inside her. I loved it and maybe she would
love it too if she knew. 

Losing all control of myself, I exploded deep inside Momıs pussy. Spurt
after spurt of the viscous liquid shot forth from my cock into her vagina,
the sperm splashing up against her cervix, racing with white heat into her
uterus and beyond in search of an egg. Spasm after spasm sent forth
quantity after quantity from my teen age balls, until, with no room left
inside her to contain all my seed, the warm, thick fluid slicked out
around my plunging cock and down around her ass onto the bed.

 The intensity of the orgasm racked my senses, and I lay atop her for what
seemed like a long time before I regained my composure. When I awoke from
the dreamlike state I was in, my cock had softened but was still inside
Momıs pussy. Pulling it out, her vagina tugged at it, reluctant to let go,
as my gism inside her had undoubtedly thickened to a gluelike condition
after about 20 minutes. Pulling her panties back up around her, I covered
her again with the sheet. Her snoring continued unabated and I figured she
would never know what had happened to her that night By morning most of my
seed would be inside her uterus, and what cum was left in her vagina would
be absorbed into her body. A few dried cum spots on the bed or on her cunt
could be dismissed as her own natural discharge. I was home free, I
thought as I left the room, a smile on my face.



