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  Copyright 2010 - Carl East

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  Mother's Affliction

  Since the age of eighteen I've had a crush on my mother, and for a long time after that I thought that that was all it was, a crush. Now at the age of twenty-one and still being single, I knew that my crush was a lot more than that. I felt jealousy whenever I saw some guy paying attention to her, and although I realized it was an irrational feeling I couldn't help myself. Until this day though when she'd returned from the Doctor's surgery, I never thought I would actually do anything about it, at least not in the physical sense.

  "What's the verdict mom?" I said, as she walked into the kitchen.

  "It's been confirmed, I have Narcolepsy. Before you ask it's a sleep disorder or rather as the Doctor put it a sleep paralysis," she replied, sitting heavily on the kitchen stool.

  "So what does it mean? I mean how will it affect your every day life?" I asked feeling genuinely concerned.

  "It can be brought on by several means, such as laughter or over stimulation. The thing is I have no control over it, when it hits I will fall asleep and not even be aware of it. I can no longer drive for one thing, so that will probably hit us harder than anything else. The Doctor told me to behave as I would any other time, but not to drive and to take things easy," replied mom.

  As selfish as this may sound I saw a great opportunity here, and the thoughts shooting through my head were not those of a caring person. Guilt made me take stock of the situation, and as I berated myself for having such selfish thoughts I couldn't help but look over at mom as she sat with her feet dangling off of the kitchen stool. At the age of forty, she still had a great pair of legs, not to mention a bust that begged to be touched. Her long blonde hair, which always looked soft and gentle, reached past her shoulder line. Her face looked angelic, even if it now started to show signs of aging.

  From that day on I found myself checking up on mother whenever I couldn't see her physically, just to make sure she wasn't in any difficulty. But it wasn't until almost a week later when I'd been talking to her in the kitchen and had made her laugh that the first incident occurred. I turned around to discover her sprawled on the floor fast asleep and immediately crouched at her side.

  She had a strong pulse so I knew she was in no danger, and as I picked her up my mind raced at the sudden possibilities. I carried her into the bedroom, thankful that we lived in a one-floor building. After laying her gently on the bed, I sat at her side looking down on her peaceful pose. I couldn't help looking down her body, and immediately noticed that her skirt had ridden up her thigh a little. At first I was going to just pull it down to cover her thighs, but my evil half wanted to view the goods that lay below.

  Gently I pulled the hem of her skirt up, and saw the outline of her sweet pussy through her panties. I immediately got hard upon seeing that, and decided to look a little further. I then pulled her panties to one side, and caught sight of her freshly shaved pussy. I wanted to bend down and start to lick her womanhood, but I had no idea how long she would be asleep. I contented myself by merely running a finger through those beautiful lips, barely touching the slit that led to untold delights.

  Her slight moan made me quickly cover her back up, and as I straightened myself up on the bed she opened her eyes.

  "Oh, did it happen?" she said, sitting up.

  "Yes, I was talking to you in the kitchen and the next thing I know you're fast asleep on the kitchen floor. So I picked you up and put you to bed, mainly because it was more comfortable but partly because I didn't know how long you'd be out for," I said truthfully, but leaving out certain indiscretions.

  "Thanks son. Well, I must say I had a very strange dream while I was asleep," she replied.

  "Oh, what was it about?" I asked, genuinely curious.

  "I dreamt that my ideal man was making love to me, but I couldn't see his face," she said, making me wonder how much of what I did was a dream and how much did she actually feel.

  After that incident I found myself wanting it to happen, and although it did several times they didn't seem to last long. Until the day we were playfully tickling one another, and moms over excitement took hold of her again. This one event triggered the coming night for me, because for whatever reason this over stimulation made her sleep for hours. The next day, I had to make a pretext to having a little fun with her, but after playfully tickling her at the kitchen sink she told me to stop it most firmly as she didn't want another episode so soon after the last one.

  I pretended to be hurt by her rejection, which made her start to tickle me as I sat at the kitchen table. Of course I returned the compliment and after a while she fell asleep once more. 'This was it' I thought, as I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom once more.

  As I lay her down I wasted no time in unbuttoning her blouse and removing it completely, my reasoning being that if she woke up I was getting her ready for bed. Her ample breasts pushed her bra out, and as I reached underneath and unclipped it I saw them wobble and settle into place as they were freed from the constraints that held them in check. After running a tongue over both her nipples and seeing them visibly hardening, I then concentrated on removing her skirt.

  Once that was off I only had her panties to remove, which I did very slowly, until finally she lay on the bed completely naked. Standing up I looked down the bed admiring her slim and fit body, and all sorts of lustful thoughts shot through my head. I then knelt between her legs after opening them slightly, and pulled her pussy lips apart with both hands before licking her inner sanctum. She let out a moan of pleasure, and when I looked up I could see her eyelids moving rapidly knowing full well that she was in the middle of a beautiful dream. At that point I inserted a finger and whilst sucking on her immerging clit, I pushed it in as far as it would go. Her legs opened wider at that point, and her moans of pleasure became more audible. My cock felt so hard, as I continued licking, that I freed it from my pants and stroked it with my right hand. Mom was getting very wet by now and squirming with the attentions from my tongue.

  After a few minutes of this I sat up with my cock still hard and resting in my hand, I so wanted to push it inside her but I kept thinking that that would surely wake her up. Yet the more I looked upon her beautiful body the stronger the desire built, until finally I positioned myself so that the head of my cock was touching her pussy lips. At first I just contented myself with rubbing between them, until I couldn't hold back any longer.

  With a little guidance and effort, I pushed the head of my cock into her wet pussy. With my arms on either side of her naked body holding me above her, I then slid it in. I watched her face and caught sight of her eyelids as the eyes below flicked back and forth rapidly. I wondered what she was dreaming, and how much she could really feel of this beautiful moment. When I'd gone as far as I could, I pulled it out slowly and looked down the bed as I slid it back in. It was a gorgeous sight to watch my cock disappearing inside her, and to feel the tightness of her cunt as I reached base once more.

  I then moved it in and out faster, making her moan even louder. I didn't stop until I could feel close to coming, and then I climbed off and walked around to the head of the bed. I never intended coming inside her, for that would surely give the game away
. She'd wake up later on and feel something running out of her, and know full well what had happened. I couldn't allow that, no matter how much I wanted it.

  Standing over her now with my cock almost touching her face, I slid my hand along its length with the intention of masturbating over the sight before me. Her nipples looked extremely erect, and stood out a good half an inch. As I was pulling on my meat, and looking down on her nakedness I inadvertently brushed her lips. Suddenly her mouth opened and the very tip of my cock was sucked upon, making me think that perhaps she might take it further if encouraged.

  I then moved the tip of my cock deliberately over her mouth, and found her responding by opening her mouth a little and allowing it in. Suddenly she was sucking it as I fed more past her lips, and I could virtually fuck her mouth. Her tongue kept licking the end as I would pull it out, and when she turned onto her side I was able to get it even deeper. A couple of times I made her gag, but before long I knew just how much she could take without choking on it. Within the next few minutes I was actually fucking her mouth, and before I knew or even wanted to stop it I was shooting my load into her throat.

  She seemed to suck harder at that point, making my knees feel weak as I shot my last drop. When it was all over, I pulled the covers over her naked body, and left the room.

  Only now did any guilt hit me, I knew what I'd done was wrong but it was without doubt the most exciting experience of my life. Little did I know that what would happen later on this night would not only equal it, it would blow it away?

  Mom got up an hour later, and came into the sitting room. She didn't say anything at first; she just crossed over to the television. She then bent down and placed a tape inside the VCR, before sitting down in her chair.

  "Did you have a good sleep?" I said, wanting to open up the conversation.

  "Yes, it was very revealing," she said, making me wonder what she meant.

  She then took hold of the remote control and pressed play.

  At first I thought she wanted to watch one of her soaps, one that she had recorded the day before but hadn't managed to see yet. To my horror however, when the film started I could see myself carrying her whilst entering her room and laying her on the bed, before stripping her naked. At that point she froze the action and looked straight at me.

  "You needn't look so shocked son, I've known since the first or second time that you have been taking advantage of my condition," she said, smiling.

  I wasn't sure how to respond, my guilt was overpowering me and I felt ashamed of my actions. I couldn't look her in the eyes, so I bowed my head in shame.

  "I set my camera up to start whenever anyone entered the room, so you tripped it when you lay me on the bed. I knew something was going on, as I had vague recollections of you pawing at me whilst I slept. Until now I wasn't sure, so what have you got to say for yourself," she said, un-pausing the film once more and allowing it to run.

  "I'm sorry mom, I've been obsessed with your body for some time now, and when this Narcolepsy thing occurred I just couldn't resist the temptation it offered," I said, feeling total remorse and not suspecting what would come next.

  Mom started to laugh at that moment, and after raising my head I found her coming over to the couch to sit next to me.

  "This," she said, pointing to the screen, "is something I've wanted for over two years now, but I've never had the courage to try anything other than flirt a little with you."

  I didn't know what to say, but I suddenly felt so happy that it was all out in the open now. I turned my head to face her, and that's when she kissed me on the lips tenderly.

  "Let's watch the film," she said, cuddling up to me.

  By now the film was showing me licking her pussy, and you could see her squirming on the bed as I did so. As I watched, and knowing that everything was now ok, my cock began to grow in my pants once more only this time my mother voluntarily stroked it through the fabric. I took a deep breath, and suddenly felt extremely hot. I could then feel her unzipping my trousers, and with the sight of me burying my tongue deep inside her on the video, and the feel of her hands as they pulled my cock out into the open, it all made me feel incredibly horny.

  I swallowed hard; as I looked down to see her playing with my balls, and sliding my cock through her hand. She then leaned to the side and I could feel my hardness brushing her lips as she started to suck it gently. When I looked up again, the film had reached the point where I was fucking her mouth and it was all too much, suddenly I was coming for real for the second time in one night. Still she didn't stop sucking on me, as I pumped a load of my cream into her throat.

  When she did stop I was feeling over the moon, and completely exhilarated. She stood up at that moment, and removed her gown. She was completely naked for the second time that night, and as she bent down to pull my unzipped trousers down; I helped by rising slightly off the couch. After discarding them onto the floor, she then sat astride me and guided my still hard cock into her waiting pussy. Slowly at first she let it sink in and then she began to rock back and forth, making my cock move in and out. When she began to get too excited however, she suddenly fell asleep on me.

  It was quite ironic that now I wanted her awake she should fall asleep, but I didn't let it stop me. I knew now that she didn't mind any of this so I moved her around onto her back, I then spread her legs wider with both hands and began to pound her moist pussy. Within a few thrusts of her cunt she woke up, smiling up at me as I fucked her harder. But each time she became too excited she fell asleep again, until finally I was coming for the last time that night.

  We've learned to take things a little easier now, and the falling asleep part isn't the problem it used to be. We're both very happy, and to this day I still make love to her as often as possible.

  The End

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