Mom makes love to her daughter while sleeping

My sexual awakening and love affair with my mother took place shortly after I turned 18. It happened because Mom is a very deep sleeper. Oh, and she doesn't wear panties to bed.

"Dad going to be late again?" I asked as we sat down for another dinner, just the two of us.

"Same as usual," Mom said, setting a plate in front of me. "Out early, back late -- if at all."

"He's kind of married to his job, don't you think?"

"You know," she said, sitting, "You're right. I've been sitting around waiting for something I'm never going to get." She turned to me. "Thank you for that."

She smiled and squeezed my hand.

"Forgot the veggies!" she said suddenly standing.

Something changed that night. Mom seemed lighter, more herself than I'd ever experienced. We started doing things together. We went shopping -- Mom bought me some pretty bras and panties. We tried them on together in the store's dressing room. We'd seen each other naked many times -- just something a mother and daughter do.

I noticed in the mirror just how beautiful my mom was. Her auburn hair fell just below her shoulders. The bra she had on showed off her 38b figure nicely -- a lacy black bra that plunged down the center. The matching black panties were scantier than any I'd seen her buy before. I noticed how slender she was, with just a hint of a tummy. At 40, she kept herself in really good shape.

I looked at myself as I tried on a pink bra and panty set. My boobs are a bit smaller than Mom's. I'm also a bit shorter ... around 5'6" to Mom's 5'8". The major difference is our hair. Mine is long -- most of the way down my back -- and very light brown. I was proud that I looked like a younger version of her.

We bought our clothes and lingerie and headed to a restaurant in the mall.

"What's gotten into you," I said as we sat in a booth. "That skirt -- I can't believe how short it is."

"You like?" Mom said, twirling around.

"Very much. You rock it, Mom!"

"Awe, thanks," she said, sitting across from me. "It's so nice. I just feel freer -- younger. And it's so nice to have someone to share it with."

She reached across the table and held my hand.

We worked in the garden that afternoon and came in hot and sweaty. We live in a townhouse with only one bathroom upstairs -- so all of us share it. I jumped in the shower and heard Mom come into the bathroom just as I was finishing up. I turned off the water and opened the door. Mom was naked. She squeezed passed me and our nipples touched. She slapped me on my ass and we giggled. As she stepped into the shower, I slapped her back.

"Being fresh, eh!" she said, closing the door -- a big smile on her face.

I changed into a new nightgown that night, and for the first time, did not wear panties to bed like Mom.

Later, I heard a knock on my door.

"Can I come in?" Mom asked.

"Of course!" I said.

The door cracked and Mom came in. She was wearing one of the nightgowns we got at the mall. It was white and came down just below her knees. It was a little bit sheer. I could see her large areola and her nipples clearly. Her nipples are big and seemed perpetually hard. I could also see her bush as she stepped towards me, as the nightgown clung to her leg. She was not wearing panties.

"The TV's broken again," she said, sitting on my bed. "Dad'll take forever fixing it. Mind if I watch with you in here?"

"Not at all. Climb in!"

I pulled back the covers and she slipped in. It wasn't that unusual for us to cuddle in bed. A mother and daughter had to stick together.

We ended up watching a horror movie. I must admit, I got scared and was glad she admitted the movie had frightened her too. We snuggled and fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning to the sound of humming. I got up and threw on a robe. The sound was Mom in the kitchen -- making us breakfast. Dad was nowhere to be found. She wore no robe, and I noticed her ass cheeks through the sheer fabric as she bent over a pan of scrambled eggs.

"You really are pretty, Mom," I said.

"Thanks, Barbara," she said without turning.

Up until that point, I hadn't really thought much about sex. I knew about it but just wasn't interested. That began to change the next night.

"Another movie night?" Mom asked, coming into my room. I'd left the door open.

"Of course!" I said, patting the bed.

She climbed in and I cuddled against her chest. She started a movie -- another horror flick. We held hands through the scary parts. After it was over, Mom made no effort to leave.

"Can I sleep with you again, Barb?"

"I'd love the company," I said.

We fell asleep, and sometime during the night, I turned and faced away from her. What woke me up was the itch. I was still half asleep but really needed to scratch my backside. I reached around and felt something different -- was it thick hair?

As this was happening, I heard moans and felt movement against my legs. I reached further and felt something wet -- very wet -- and a little bump. As my fingers touched it, I realized what I was feeling -- my mom's bush and her clit!

"Oh ... OH!" I heard Mom moan.

As I touched her clit, her body went still and she took in a breath -- holding it.

"Ah ... ah!" she cried softly as her legs began to quiver and shake.

I realized I had kept my finger on her clit, pressing in without thinking about it. Then it hit me -- I was giving my mom an orgasm!

I immediately withdrew my finger. Mom's legs continued to shake.

"Mm ... oh ... mm," she moaned.

I was afraid to move -- afraid of what I'd done. I figured Mom would realize what was happening and react with shame and anger.

Nothing like that took place.

After a few minutes, she calmed. She said nothing but simply turned away from me. Soon, I heard the soft sounds of her breathing. She'd gone back to sleep.

I was shocked beyond belief. I was also confused. What had just happened? Had I committed incest with my mother? But -- I didn't know what was happening. I didn't do it on purpose. And why hadn't she said something?

The next day, Mom acted like everything was normal.

In the evening, she decided to watch a romance. It was a little racy with some nudity -- even two women making love under the covers. Mom didn't seem to react but was interested.

We went to sleep and about midnight I felt movement. Mom was rubbing her legs against mine -- actually riding my leg with her pussy. I felt the slickness go across my skin. She even held my arms so she could rub with more force.

"Mm ... mm ... mm," she moaned, her breathing becoming deeper and more rapid.

She was nearing a climax, I could tell. I turned to look at her -- and her eyes were open!

"Ah ... ah ... ah!"

Her mouth moved, her eyes open -- but she wasn't looking at me.

"AH!" she cried out -- cumming again. "AH ... AH ... AH!" she cried.

To be honest, my shock was slowly being replaced by arousal. I touched myself under my panties and felt wetness there. What was going on?

Mom calmed, turned away, and was asleep in moments. Or ... maybe she never woke up?

The next day I secretly searched on my phone for anything on having sex while asleep. This is what I found:

This is known as sexsomnia (or sleep sex), a rare type of sleep disorder called a parasomnia. It occurs when an individual engages in sexual acts--such as masturbation, fondling, or intercourse--without any awareness or memory of the event. People experiencing sexsomnia are typically stuck in a state of partial arousal from deep, dreamless sleep. While their eyes might be open and they may make noises, the brain is still asleep, which prevents them from controlling their behavior or forming memories.

My Mom was humping her daughter in her sleep -- and had no idea? I was astonished ... and somewhat curious.

The next night was a repeat. Another sexy movie. More cuddling. Late in the night I felt movement. I could tell it was arousing me. When she pulled close and started humping me, I reached my hand back and felt her hairy bush I ventured lower and sent my finger down her slit. It was so wet and slick with juice.

"OH!" Mom cried ... still asleep as far as I could tell.

Her movements got more intense as I moved lower. I knew this was wrong -- so wrong. But I loved my mom and loved that somehow, I was giving her pleasure. Then I felt her hole -- her vagina. Without thinking, my finger slipped inside.

To my shock, Mom moved away from me and held my hand to her, pulling me in and out. I was fucking my mom's pussy!

She came quickly -- much more intense than before. I could feel liquid covering my fingers and hand. She jerked and spasmed, cries of pleasure and joy coming from her mouth.

I found myself extremely turned on. I reached between my legs. Once I began touching myself, the arousal grew. I felt tingly all over. I rarely if ever masturbated, so the feelings were still pretty new.

My hips began to move up and down and an out of body feeling began to take over. I whimpered softly, hoping not to wake Mom. I used my index finger to enter myself a little bit. I was very wet inside. I used my thumb to rub my clit and nearly instantly felt a sharp intense feeling travel all over my body.

"OH!" I cried.

My body stiffened as a wave of pleasure began to crash over me.

"Oh ... oh!" I cried out at the strange and wonderful feelings.

My hips jerked back and forth as wave after wave cascaded over my body. I couldn't control myself and my fingers flew in and out of my pussy.

"Oh ... oh ... oh," I murmured softly as I came back to earth.

I looked over and Mom was facing away, sleeping soundly. I let the feelings continue to spread -- a feeling of euphoria all over my body.

I fell asleep and awoke with a feeling of tremendous guilt. What had I done? I'd taken advantage of a sleeping woman -- my own mother!

In the back of my mind, however, I remembered what I'd read -- that arousal was part of sexsomnia. Was Mom aroused? By me? I got to thinking about sex with women. Something had awakened in me. I wanted to know what it was like.

The next morning, Mom acted totally normal again. We laughed a lot working in the garden. She seemed happy for the first time in a long time. I wondered if her nighttime sexual escapades had anything to do with it. What would she think if she knew her daughter had brought her to multiple orgasms!

That night, something even stranger happened. After falling asleep, I felt something on my thigh. I opened my eyes and Mom was facing me. Her eyes were closed but she'd somehow put one leg under mine and she was moving her pussy up and down on my thigh. I pushed back the covers and saw her juice glinting in the moonlight.

I starting getting aroused when her leg slipped on her juice and her pussy rode up higher. I lifted my leg in surprise as our two pussies met! The feeling was intense. She began moving back and forth on my lips. I couldn't help but do the same. I watched our pussies fly against each other.

"Oh ... oh ... oh!" Mom cried louder and louder.

She was building to an orgasm -- and so was I. It was if our bodies were not two, but one -- synced and reaching for ultimate pleasure together.

"Ah ... ah ... ah!" I cried softly -- still afraid I was going to wake her up.

Suddenly -- my body was flooded with awesome feelings of pleasure -- like I had never experienced. Mom cried out and her body stiffened. She was cumming with me!

"OH!" Mom cried.

"AH!" I cried in unison.

Our bodies began to shake and shudder. I wanted so much to kiss her -- to show my gratitude -- to draw close to her in new ways. But I couldn't. She was asleep. She didn't know what she was doing.

Her body began to relax, and she moved more to the side of me. I watched her sleep for a while before I drifted off.

I woke up the next morning realizing that I was different. Mom had triggered something in me -- released a tigress that I did not want to put back in its cage. I just wasn't sure what do to about it, though -- if anything.

Fortunately, Vicki called to rescue me from my thoughts. Vicki and Kathy are my best friends. We were all over 18 when this happened and about to graduate from high school. The two came over as a pre graduation celebration, and we went down to our basement. Vicki and I wore short, pleated skirts -- it was a fashion at the time. Kathy had on a short skirt that was very clingy to her ass.

"Snacks anyone?" Mom asked as she appeared at the bottom of the stairs, carrying a tray filled with sodas, chips and other goodies.

"Yay!" Vicki called out.

We had music playing -- we loved to dance and twirl around, making our skirts flare up. Vicki and I were spinning around to the music.

"Ooh -- cool panties!" Kathy said, sitting on the couch.

"Oh!" I said, pushing down my skirt to cover my pink undies.

"You like?" Vicki said, lifting up her skirt. She was wearing black panties that were very tiny.

I couldn't help but stare at her mound and upper thighs. I wondered if her pussy was shaved or like my mom's.

"Let's see yours!" Vicki said, reaching over and lifting my skirt. "Pretty pink!" she said. "And satiny too!"

She grabbed the hem of my panties and pulled out, letting it snap back.

"Vicki!" I called out, pulling away.

I should have been mortified, but I was not. I was curious. And I liked the girls seeing my underwear.

We drank our sodas and then I had to pee. I was feeling adventurous, so after I went, I left my panties off -- like Mom. I wondered if either of them would notice.

Kathy and I danced. At one point, I twirled around so fast that my skirt rode up, giving Vicki a look at my ass. When I looked at her, she had the biggest smile on her face.

After a bit, Vicki had to pee. Kathy and I were feeling silly, so we stood outside the bathroom, listening to her go. She didn't come out and soon we heard moaning from inside. We looked at each other and our eyes widened.

When Vicki emerged from the bathroom, she looked directly at me, and I knew she'd taken off her panties too.

"You kids need anything?" Mom yelled from upstairs.

"We need a fourth!" Vicki yelled.

To my surprise, Mom came down the stairs. Kathy and I sat down quickly, so that left Vicki and Mom to dance. Mom was wearing a more conservative skirt, but as Vicki spun her around, it flared up and I got a sight of her lovely thighs. I couldn't believe I was thinking this way about my mother!

The phone rang, and Mom went up the stairs to answer it. She didn't go all the way up the stairs and so had to reached up to take the receiver off the hook. I saw Mom's pretty pink panties and noticed that the other girls were looking at them too.

"Your mom sure has pretty legs," Vicki said.

"And I love those panties!" Kathy said.

"She's fucking hot!" Vicki added.

We all started to giggle. That's when I got really adventurous. "Guess what, girls. I'm not wearing any panties!"

I lifted my skirt to show Kathy and Vicki that I was naked underneath. All eyes went to my crotch.

Vicki stood and pulled up her skirt. "Neither am I."

I saw her pretty red bush, very thick -- and totally matching her hair. Her pretty pussy lips were reddish. I also noticed her large breasts -- easily a DD. Her nipples poked out of her blouse. She looked flushed -- her freckly face turning red.

The look on Kathy's face was wonderful. Her eyes widened as she looked between our naked pussies.

Before anything else could happen, Mom called down saying Kathy needed to go home.

After Kathy left, Vicki and I sat down on the couch to catch our breath and talk for a while. Neither of us were sitting very lady like, my skirt was halfway up my thighs and my legs were open. I really didn't care because I was very wet and just trying to calm down. I could actually smell the scent from my pussy. I gave my best flirting smile at Vicki. I was sitting on one end of the couch with Vicki at the opposite end. She was watching me closely to see what I might do. I remembered looking at her legs and admiring her openness too.

We both started to giggle at each other.

"You know, we heard you peeing in the bathroom," I said.

She just laughed at me.

"And we heard you moaning too."

Her eyes got really big and she started to blush.

I laughed. "So ... what else were you up to besides peeing?"

I could tell she was embarrassed. "After I wiped myself, I got so excited seeing you without panties on that I started to play with myself."

"I thought so!" I said.

"Um, when I realized where I was, I stopped."

"Do you ... um ... play with yourself a lot? Masturbate?"

"It's tough. I share a room with my sister. What about you?"

"Well ... some. I'd love to do it more, but I don't always have the opportunity."

She looked at me kind of funny. "Yeah right. You're all alone in your bedroom so you should have plenty of time."

I glanced down for a moment. "Well ... it's not that simple. My ... my mom often sleeps with me because my dad goes to work so early."

"You sleep with your mom?" she said, wide eyed.

"Yeah ... just sleep," I said, a little too emphatically.

I couldn't believe the feelings I was having. I got an idea, I quickly stood and looked up the stairs to see what Mom was doing and from where I was standing, I could see that she was very busy fixing dinner. I came back to the couch and sat facing Vicki, I pulled up my skirt and opened my legs so that she had a clear view of my wet pussy.

She stared at me in shock. "What are you doing?"

I just smiled and stared back and started to play with myself. I could tell that she was very excited and nervous. She was watching me closely. It didn't take her long before she pulled up her skirt. We sat there watching each other's fingers in our pussies.

I was excited watching her. I actually had to put the bottom of my skirt in my mouth to keep from moaning too loud when I started to cum. I actually came first and then shortly after that Vicki came too.

"Oh ... oh!" I cried as softly a I could.

The feeling of cumming with another girl watching was incredible. During my nights with Mom, I had felt alone in my pleasure. Now Vicki was sharing in the experience -- our eyes locked on each other.

For a few minutes we just sat looking at each other. I took my fingers away from my pussy and smelled them. Vicki looked at me and smiled. She did the same thing. Her fingers dripped with moisture as she sniffed them.

It was like we both had an idea at the same time. We started rubbing our pussies again with our fingers and we reached out for each other to smell them. We were sitting closer now and I leaned in towards her and we started kissing.

The feeling of her warm wet tongue on my lips and in my mouth got me even more aroused. I wanted so much to lick her pussy. Her hands went to my breasts - creating even more pleasure.

Then, Mom interrupted us.

"Dinner's ready. Does Vicki want to eat with us?"

We both giggled.

"I'd like to eat you for dinner," she said softly with a sultry smile.

"Ooh ... I'm liking what's on the menu!"

That Monday, I searched out Vicki. "Can you believe what we did over the weekend?" I whispered in front of the lockers.

"Not only can I believe it, but I'm getting aroused just thinking about doing more with you."

"What happened to us?"

"I don't know. Maybe we both liked each other but never said anything?"

"Maybe," I said. "But I'm going to have a hard time staying away from you."

"What if we had a sleepover at your house -- in your basement," Vicki asked. "We could invite Kathy and see if she wants to join us.
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