Sleep Assault on Mother

Sleep Assault on Mother

Nym Hexel

The house was silent in the late hours of the night. Only the faint ticking of a clock in the hallway and the occasional creak of the old wooden floorboards broke the stillness. Julie Oak lay sleeping soundly in her king-sized bed, dressed in a thin white silk nightgown that had ridden up her thick, smooth thighs. At 46 years old, Julie had a lush, mature body that still turned heads. She had full, heavy breasts, wide hips, a soft stomach, and long hair spread across the pillow. Her face was peaceful in sleep, lips slightly parted.

Her 20-year-old son, Duncan Oak, stood in the doorway watching her. Duncan was tall and athletic with short dark hair, broad shoulders, and a lean muscular build. He had been fighting dark urges for months, but tonight the temptation had become unbearable. He quietly closed the bedroom door behind him and approached the bed, heart pounding.

He had waited until his older sister Tiffany had gone to bed. The house felt empty enough for him to finally act on his forbidden desires. Duncan carefully pulled the sheet down, exposing more of his mother’s body. His cock was already rock hard in his boxers as he stared at the way her nightgown clung to her curves.

He climbed onto the bed slowly, trying not to wake her. With trembling hands, he gently lifted the hem of her nightgown higher until her smooth, bare pussy was exposed. Julie shifted slightly in her sleep but didn’t wake. Duncan’s breathing grew heavy as he leaned down and pressed his face between her thighs, inhaling her warm, feminine scent.

His tongue made first contact, licking slowly along her slit. Julie stirred, a soft murmur escaping her lips. Duncan grew bolder, spreading her pussy lips with his fingers and licking deeper, tasting his own mother for the first time. He focused on her clit, sucking gently while sliding a finger ...