After an hour and a half, I sat on the edge of my bed thinking, ‘It’s game time. ´ I stroked my raging hardon and stood up. I practiced my creepy eye thing and slowly zombie-walked down the hall and paused at Mom’s bedroom door. My brain was going a million miles an hour as I put my hand on the doorknob. I was about to cross over the line of no-return.
I was naked and my cock was bouncing up and down in front of me, leading me like a divining-rod toward pussy rather than water. I slowly turned the knob and pushed the door in and went into my practiced sleepwalker mode. To my surprise, the light on Mom’s night-stand was on. It was too late to back out. I was committed. I staggered forward with my boner pointing the way. When I passed the corner of her closet, Mom was laying with her legs spread wide furiously fingering her sopping wet pussy. She was breathing very hard, almost gasping for air. I continued to the foot of her bed, following the plan. Mom, masturbating in front of me, was not part of the plan, but I had to adjust on the fly.
Initially, Mom’s eyes were shut as her right index and ring fingers held her labia apart and her middle finger flailed on her clitoris. She was close to an orgasm when I intentionally bumped into the foot of the bed and stopped. ‘Here we go,’ I thought.
Mom’s eyes burst open and with a look of horror yanked her hand from her sex. She quickly pulled the covers over her waist and inhaled sharply. Then she must have noticed the creepy eyes and the air she was going to use to scream at me slowly expelled and she sat there, propped against her pillows and stared at my face and then at my bouncing erection. She muttered, “Jesus Dex. You’re way bigger than your father. Holy shit. Look at that thing.” Mom’s left hand went to her right breast, still covered by the nighty. Her nipples had already been pushing against the flimsy material.
I stutter-walked down the side of the bed and bent over the bed and made like I was lifting the toilet cover and sat down on the bed. Mom moved her legs out of the way. I was facing her closet, so I couldn’t see what she was doing. I was supposed to be oblivious to her presence. I increased the pace with my right hand. Mom came into my peripheral vision and she said, “Baby? Are you sleepwalking?” I didn’t respond in any fashion. I just kept jacking hard on my cock.
Mom swung her leg around to sit beside me. She was careful not to touch me. I would have ignored it if she had because I wanted her to touch me. She sat there for nearly a minute before her right hand reached across my body and wrapped her fingers gently around my cock and just held it. She took my left hand and eased it onto her soaking wet pussy. I nearly came at that point. I was certain that she could hear the booming noise that throbbed through my ears. She spread her legs wider and moved my hand along her sex. She was soaked. I went with her moves but I didn’t offer my own. Not yet.
Mom was measuring my cock with her hand. She gripped it just below the glans and then repositioned her hand one hand-width down my shaft before she slid her hand the remaining inch or two to the top of my balls. She could barely close her fingers around the circumference. She muttered to herself, “Fuck. That’s big.” She continued working my fingers in her pussy and she was starting to gasp for air again. Based solely on Julie’s preliminaries before she came last night, I assumed that Mom was about to cum on my fingers. She removed all doubt when she groaned hard and said, “Oh fuck baby. I’m cumming.” I felt her vagina clamp down on the end of my index finger and Mom pushed her hips upward to my hand and moaned, “Oh fuck. Yes. Yes.” She repeated the ‘yes’ with each pulse of her pussy on my finger.
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