Chapter 2 of Sleepwalking Mother

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The day after Dad left, Mom told me she was going shopping with relatives and asked
if I wanted to come. I knew that with Dad gone, no one would be watching Mom, and she wanted to show off again
. Since it was a rare treat to go out with Mom, I quickly agreed.
Mom dressed up nicely that day. She wore light makeup and light blue eyeshadow, which,
combined with her long eyelashes, made her look even more glamorous and dazzling. Her hair, freshly styled, cascaded lightly over
her rounded shoulders, smooth and shiny black. She wore a tight white tank top, her ample breasts pressed tightly together
, making them appear prominent and perky. She wore a short red skirt, and she really looked younger than me, like
one of the younger girls in school. With her angelic, beautiful face and sexy,
mature figure, I'm sure many men would be captivated by her.
Holding Mom's hand, we ran around the entire shopping mall, which was exhausting. But holding Mom made me feel
very I would occasionally pretend to accidentally touch her breasts, getting incredibly aroused. It's worth mentioning that Mom
tripped and fell forward as she got off the escalator. I quickly grabbed her breasts and pressed my crotch firmly against her
buttocks, saving her from embarrassment. I, her son, got a great deal out of it. Although she was wearing a bra, I could feel the fabric as I
gripped ; it was very elastic. My penis
felt like it was only a thin layer separating it from her buttocks, and it felt warm and sinking in.
Mom sighed, touched her heaving chest, glanced at me, and for some reason smiled. That
captivating smile stole my soul. I stared at Mom dumbfounded. A
blush hugged me tightly, full of gratitude.
At the mall, I asked my mom to take a headshot with me. She was curious and agreed. Our
faces were very close together, and the result was great. My mom's youthful and charming face looked lovely, and her two
little tiger teeth were showing. We looked like a couple! I happily told her my opinion,
and she agreed. Then she blushed, playfully punched me a few times, and scolded me for being disrespectful.
On the way home, some foreigners saw my mom and thought she was very pretty. They called her "little girl" and asked to take a picture with her. I
quickly refused on my mom's behalf. The foreigners whistled, pointed at me, and shouted "Jealous!" which made my mom laugh
heartily. At that moment, I felt so happy to have such a charming mother.
Back home, everyone was exhausted and went to their rooms. I showered, put on my underwear
, and waited for my mom to come and sleep with me. Mom and Grandma chatted late into the night, leaving me waiting in bed for ages. Just as I was about to fall asleep, the light came on.
Mom tiptoed into the room, called my nickname a few times, and when I didn't respond, she assumed I was asleep and quickly
took off her clothes.
I peeked through my half-closed eyes. When Mom was down to her underwear, she hesitated for a moment, then took off her bra.
Two peach-like breasts popped out. Under the light, her nipples weren't red but a pale black, smooth and
plump. But before I could appreciate them properly, she put on her pajamas. The pale red light shone on her black embroidered pajamas
, making her look like a monster brought back to life—indescribably sexy and eerie. Few mortals could
resist that. I turned off the light and squeezed into bed. A faint fragrance wafted from Mom's body, and I fell asleep as I inhaled it.
I woke up in the middle of the night needing to pee. In the moonlight, I saw my mother sleeping soundly, looking as
adorable . Her face, sculpted like jade, was breathtakingly beautiful. Her little nose was twitching
as she breathed, her small mouth slightly open, her little tongue behind her pearly teeth like a delicious candy, emitting a faint fragrance. My mother's body was alluringly
sculpted, her heaving breasts sliding up and down. My penis, throbbing with the urge to pee, was uncontrollably erect, veins throbbing. My mind
was filled with thoughts of sex with my mother. I was desperate; I needed to find a way to make her sleepwalk.
What should I do? I thought for a long time. This isn't like turning on a computer, pressing a switch and my mother sleepwalks.
And could Dad be lying to me? My mother is so healthy, why would she sleepwalk? I looked up at the ceiling, thinking about
how happy I was with my mother during the day, the mother-son bond, the mingling of breast milk and water. Perhaps even without physical contact, I was already very
happy .
After a while of random thoughts, Mom turned her head, exhaling a breath of milky air that landed on my
face . I lovingly stroked Mom's lovely face; her features were exquisite, breathtakingly beautiful, like a crescent moon in the sky,
mysterious yet incredibly alluring.
I love Mom, that's what I thought at the time. After much consideration, I decided to give up, because the idea was
good , but I didn't know what to do. Should I whisper in Mom's ear, "Mom, are you sleepwalking?" I went to
pee, and after lying down for a while, damn it, my uncle and his wife next door were panting heavily, their Simmons mattress creaking softly, and
my aunt even moaned a few times. I was furious. They were having so much fun, while I was enduring a stunningly
beautiful woman, and they were adding fuel to the fire, making me feel guilty.
I looked back at Mom; she was sleeping like a log. The sounds of lovemaking next door seemed to have a chemical
reaction ; Mom's face was flushed with a rosy glow. Hearing the sounds, I figured Mom must be dreaming about doing *that* with Dad
.
Her face was flushed with embarrassment, her round nose slightly upturned as she inhaled, her small mouth half-open with
a trace of drool, her full breasts heaving, her snow-white thighs tightly pressed together, like a mature and
beautiful serpentine, twisting and contorting her voluptuous body. Her young
son , captivated by the alluring
sight before him, becoming her prey. At that moment, I disregarded all familial affection, boldly pulling down my underwear, taking out my erect penis and
rubbing it vigorously. One hand gently slipped inside my mother's nightgown until it was blocked by her breasts. I held my breath, watching my mother's face
with extreme caution, ready to release her at the slightest sign of waking.
When my hand gently cupped my mother's fragrant breasts, I directly felt their heavy weight, smooth and
delicate . When my fingers flicked the nipples, my mother and I felt as if we had been electrocuted; my face and
fingers felt hot and numb.
My mother's brow furrowed slightly, her cheeks flushed crimson, seemingly delicate enough to burst with a touch. Her small lips twitched slightly, and
that captivating gesture drove me wild. I turned my head towards her face, mouth to mouth, first exchanging breaths and inhaling
each other's air. My mother was indeed very healthy; even at night, her breath was still so fresh and sweet. I wondered
what her mouth felt like. I gently touched her fruity lips with my own; they were a little cold, with a trace of sweet, slightly fishy saliva clinging to them.
My penis swelled a little more in my mouth, and then our lips slowly softened and glued together.
I used the tip of my tongue to pry open my mother's half-open teeth, invading her sweet and juicy mouth. My impudent intrusion caused
my mother's little mouth to suddenly gasp. In the unfamiliar mouth, I carefully sucked and licked every
part . My mother's slippery little tongue kept secreting sweet and sticky saliva.
My tongue buds distinguished the delicious taste of milk. At the same time, I thought of the memories my mother and I had together. In my mother's little
mouth , there were angry nagging about my growth; there were also loving and lovely smiles. Today I finally got
them. I frantically sucked on my mother's sweet little mouth with its mature scent, wanting to suck out
all .
As I sucked, the mouths of mother and son became hot. My hand rubbed my penis faster and faster. Suddenly,
my mother groaned, "~Ooh~ Hmm~", and one hand grabbed my shoulder hard.
I was so frightened that I immediately dropped what I was doing and looked at my mother's reaction. Her eyelids fluttered a few times, then
she sat up, her head drooping, her hands flailing weakly in the air. "This...this...Mom, are you really
sleepwalking ?!" I was so scared that I fell off the bed with a loud thud. My mother didn't wake up; she
just sat there expressionless, her hands seemingly trying to grab something.
I cautiously touched her, but there was no reaction. I pushed her harder, but she remained motionless
like .
I was terrified; it was the first time I'd ever seen anything like this. My penis shrank from its large size to that of a peanut. Still shaken, I tried to go over and push her down, but she mumbled something unintelligible, stood up, and gently
shook , as if trying to grab something. This...this...is like a ghost from a movie, like The Ring?
If she weren't my own mother, I would have already run out of the room.
I had promised to take good care of my mother, and I love her so much. Trembling, unsure of
what slowly walked over and hugged her. Her beautiful face was pale,
and drool was trickling from her mouth. Wait, my God, her eyes were half-open!
I screamed her name in fright. Hearing me call her name, she shuddered and collapsed
heavily onto me, pinning me to the bed.
I placed one hand on her full breasts, her head resting on my shoulder, her warm breath brushing
against my face. I smelled the rich fragrance of her hair; we seemed like lovers. This romantic thought
rekindled my desire, and I turned her head.
She wasn't as pale as before; her eyes were closed, and she was fast asleep,
as lovely and peaceful as a little girl, a sleeping princess who needed me to wake her.
Without thinking, I pressed my lips to my mother's parted lips. Her saliva was so plentiful; it felt like I was back in
infancy, sweetly suckling at her breast, only this time with her mouth instead of her breast. I
wanted to hold onto this memory of the night; I couldn't control myself. The wonderful feeling made my head spin;
my long-held desires and longings were about to be fulfilled. Because, it seemed, my mother wouldn't wake up for who knows how long tonight.
I don't know how long we kissed, but her lips went from icy cold to burning hot like mine, her breath becoming hot and dry. Her
whole face flushed, and her little nose started flaring. I pulled away from her lips and kissed her face haphazardly
, biting and chewing on her earlobe.
My hands kneaded my mother's breasts, pressing her rounded breasts firmly into my palms, rubbing them until they were warm. My
underwear wasn't on yet, and my thick, erect penis pressed against the hem of my mother's nightgown. I lifted the hem of her black
nightgown , pinching and grabbing her smooth thighs, then slipped my hand under her V-neck panties, my fingers
rubbing against the delicate, warm slit of her vulva until I felt a slight wetness. Only then did I thrust my rock-hard penis straight
into my mother's soft, moist vulva, the glans sliding in halfway.
Immediately, the glans released a thin, transparent thread that moistened my mother's vulva. The warmth of her vaginal opening transmitted through the glans
—wow, so good! I couldn't stop grinding against her, my hips swaying.
My mother seemed quite aroused by me; her delicate, fair neck flushed red. I
brushed aside , revealing her dark eyelashes trembling slightly. Fine beads of sweat moistened her face, making her tender, rosy cheeks look like a doll's
—languid, weak, shy, and incredibly beautiful, as if sculpted.
How could I let my father enjoy such a beauty alone?
Her small, swollen lips, red from my kisses, opened slightly, her tongue licking her teeth, searching for my departing
tongue . I guided her lips to mine and kissed her. Although she outwardly resisted kissing, she
must have longed for it deep down. Tonight, I will be your husband, replacing your father.
I savored every delicious bite from her mouth. My tongue hooked onto my mother's fragrant tongue, swirling with her sweet
saliva , licking down her neck. With one hand, I helped my mother undress, revealing two firm breasts. I
took her rosy nipple into my mouth, sucking on its faint milky scent. My mother let out soft moans; if I hadn't
been unable to wake her, I would have thought she was sleepwalking.
Two naked fleshy creatures intertwined, filling the room with a vibrant, sensual atmosphere. Such an obscene
scene would never be mistaken for a mother and son by an outsider. I hesitated before my mother, whom I had always revered, as I pulled down
her panties. Her full mounds of flesh were suddenly exposed to the light, emitting the scent of ripe apples. I touched my mother's cracked
vulva; it was slightly wet. My mother's entire plump, bouncy body paled in comparison to the allure of her vulva.
This is where I was born. I repeated that distant dream, my hands trembling, my head numb,
gripping excited penis, aiming it at the glistening, oily crevice and thrusting it in. The rock-hard penis
brushed against the tender flesh, bending slightly.
My mouth went dry, my head spun, and my heart burned. I forcefully spread my mother's heavy, soft thighs,
widening her entire vaginal opening, my hand gripping my penis, rubbing it up and down against her wet, sticky slit, letting the glans absorb the
vaginal fluid before slowly sinking in.
Ah! My mother's vaginal opening clung to my penis like superglue, its heat scraping against my skin,
causing a slight pain. I thrust in hard, the glans tearing through the tender flesh, finally touching my mother's soft clitoris. Everything
was as pleasurable as I had expected.
The temperature inside my mother's vagina was forty or fifty degrees Celsius, the walls as soft as cotton, grinding against each other, secreting fluids...
The gushing vaginal fluids, especially as I pressed against the soft, deepest part of my mother's flesh, made my glans tingle and throb
, the stickiness making me feel the urge to urinate. A little semen uncontrollably spurted
from my glans, rendering me unable to move. Pressed against my mother, the beautiful noblewoman I had longed for, our genitals were tightly glued
together —a scene I had never imagined before.
Looking at my mother's dreamlike and beautiful face, her cheeks as red as ripe oranges, her elegant and noble
expression reminding me of the warm memories from my childhood.
I held my limp, powerless mother tightly, my love sealing her constantly breathing warm breath into her mouth,
sucking the ever-flowing nectar while my rock-hard penis thrust in and out of her tight, sticky vagina.
The hardness of my penis made my mother's tender, slippery vagina incredibly slippery and irresistible. I pulled it out completely and quickly thrust it back in, penetrating to the deepest part of
her vagina White foam oozed from the opening. The rapid thrusting of my penis caused my mother's body
to bounce; her high breasts trembled, her swollen, red nipples quivering. Her snow-white, plump thighs, pressed against my
buttocks repeatedly collided with my testicles.
My mother, usually unattainable and breathtakingly beautiful, was someone other men could only dream of,
including me. But today, by chance, she was being brutally humiliated and violated by me—something she
could never have imagined.
I vented my love for her and my usual frustrations with her. The rapid thrusting of my penis produced a "squelching"
sound of vaginal fluid. Once, the glans of my penis, due to the rapid withdrawal, was caught by the vaginal canal's hook, sending
a tingling, numbing sensation through my already aroused penis. I knew I was about to ejaculate.
I hurriedly kneaded and squeezed my mother's pert breasts, which swayed from side to side as she was being shaken, and pressed her pink tongue tightly against mine, trying to
suck it all out. Then, I thrust my engorged penis deep into her vagina with great force, and with a "squelch," her vaginal
fluids gushed out quickly. My mother's two tender labia pitifully opened and closed
, milky white vaginal fluid flowing out like a stream.
Her alluring and beautiful face, powerless and pitiful, trembled slightly with each rapid thrust.
My mother's mouth, which I was holding, emitted muffled "mmm" sounds, and our teeth clashed
several . I loved my mother so much that I couldn't contain myself; I only wanted to devour her completely.
I pulled away from my mother's mouth, released her soft, plump breasts with one hand, and
used the other hand to prop her constantly swaying thighs together. I grabbed a pillow to elevate her plump buttocks, so that my penis was already
so deep that it was about to tear her tender vagina apart. I could immediately sense the slightest tremor in her clitoris.
I began to thrust wildly and forcefully, using all my strength. My mother was so lovely, noble, and
charming ; a man should feel some tenderness upon seeing her, but her beauty and petite cuteness only made me want to pierce her with my penis
. My mother probably couldn't withstand this onslaught; her face showed great pain, and a tear even welled up in her eyes.
Her beautiful face, though suffering, made me love her even more. I thrust rapidly, my lower body pumping and sliding, my mother's fleshy buttocks
slapping loudly as I fucked her, her snow-white buttocks almost falling apart from the impact.
My waist suddenly tightened, and I quickly pressed my mouth against my mother's soft, wet lips, forcefully sucking
everything inside. My penis felt both electric and tingling, my nerves were taut, and I thrust hard against
her tender clitoris. Her sticky clitoris suddenly sucked at my glans like a baby's mouth, and the vaginal walls
gripped my penis so tightly they felt like they were about to break. The hot, wet fluids seemed to melt my penis.
Ah! Mom, I can't take your tender pussy anymore! With all my might, I pressed my mother's plump buttocks down to my crotch, our
arms wrapped together. My penis was stuck inside her, unable to move. My glans trembled violently, ejaculating semen straight
into my mother's uterus, searching for the eggs. I sprayed semen endlessly and rapidly,
the pleasure making me unable to stop. I held my mother's buttocks and kept fucking her relentlessly until my penis went limp and slipped
out . Only then did I stop my frantic thrusting.
My mother's snow-white thighs were still spread open on the bed, her scarlet labia parted, and a clump of milky white semen
flowed from her vulva, sticking the thick black pubic hair together. Her beautiful, full breasts heaved rapidly,
her nipples and areolas swollen and protruding. Her hair was disheveled, and her beautiful face wore a satisfied smile,
a dimple appearing at the corner of her mouth, all exuding a sensual air.
I took a drag of my cigarette, exhaled the smoke into my mother's mouth, and then inhaled it from her mouth, until
her mouth was filled with the smell of smoke. My mother hated me smoking, saying that my mouth smelled
terrible up close. Haha, today I'm going to make my mother's mouth smell bad, sucking on her smoke-filled little mouth.
The smell of smoke mixed with saliva was indeed a bit unpleasant, but I still sucked the saliva from my mother's mouth until it was almost dry, until both of our
mouths were numb and dry.
I played with my mother's breasts, rubbing my soft penis back and forth against her vagina, feeling its
tender , moist flesh. I looked at my parents' wedding photo on the bedside table for a long time, a pang of regret in my heart, but
it was too late to turn back.
My own mother being raped by her son—this was the deepest taboo in
morality a forbidden pleasure, an indescribable ecstasy. How many people in the world could enjoy such a feast? Even if they could, it would be difficult
to find a mother with such fair, tender flesh and angelic beauty, let alone one with sleepwalking. Although this forbidden sexual assault gave me
immense pleasure, there was still a sense of regret in doing it with my mother, who seemed like a dead person.
How much more pleasurable it would be to rape a mother who was awake!
I knew I might never have this opportunity again. Tonight, I had to do it many more times to do justice to the beautiful
woman in my bed.
The penis, grinding against her tender vulva, grew thick and strong again. I picked my mother up, letting her lie on
top of me, and with a soft "squelch," it slid back into her flesh. Because we had just finished, the vaginal walls were very
slippery , making it feel great to penetrate. I gripped my mother's plump buttocks, lifting her up so that my penis, still sticky with her juices
, withdrew from her tender opening, then forcefully pressed her buttocks down, making a loud "squelch" sound, and began to thrust in and out, each time
reaching soft clitoris.
My mother's head rested on my shoulder, her breasts rubbing against my chest, her nipples
tickling my skin. I used one hand to lift my mother's limp head, licking her beautiful face with my tongue, and
then, like penetrating her vagina, I thrust into her sweet mouth, licking her lips with the same speed as my thrusts. The two of us...
Saliva dripped onto my mother's nipples.
I was savoring the pleasure my mother's body gave me. On one side, my
hard penis was relentlessly teasing my mother's tender, tofu-like vagina, the red blood vessels clearly visible on her parted
labia ; on the other side, my mother's beautiful face, which she cherished as her life, was covered in my saliva, especially her
mouth, which she considered very clean and hygienic, was being invaded like never before. I raped my mother's body, and I also raped
her last line of defense (I had no interest in her anus).
My pure and noble mother was being frantically raped by her own son, which
excited . The noble and beautiful woman was helplessly swaying under the foreign object inserted into her lower body. A
gold necklace hung on her snow-white breasts, which was originally meant to display the owner's nobility and elegance, but now it became worthless with the swaying of her breasts.
I was extremely satisfied with everything, and I turned my mother over and made her kneel on the bed, so that her charming big buttocks
faced my wet penis.
I spread her two snow-white buttocks apart and thrust my hard, thick penis all the way in—of course,
into her vagina, not her anus. If I went into her anus, she might wake up; it would hurt too much, and she'd notice
tomorrow . Her vagina might not be as obvious then, but it was already ravaged. Whatever,
I was deeply in love with the slippery feeling of penetration. Even if she suddenly woke up, I'd keep going until I
bled .
The second time I mated with my mother, I thrust hundreds of times before finally ejaculating a small amount of semen inside her. I
lovingly kissed her all over before giving her a thorough recovery treatment. I used a whole box of tissues,
then wiped her body with a cloth and water, used my fingers to remove the semen from her vagina, and
rinsed her mouth with water to remove the smell of smoke. It took me half an hour to finish.
After finishing everything flawlessly, I covered my mother with the blanket. My uncle's family next door were still having sex; the moans and slurring sounds of
their juices were clearly audible. Damn, they were completely oblivious to everyone else. I opened my bedroom door and went to the bathroom
to wash myself.
After drying myself and turning off the light, I walked back to my room when suddenly someone bumped into me. It was definitely a woman, warm and fragrant
. We both cried out in surprise. I reached out to turn on the light, but accidentally touched her soft
breasts. Wow! They were huge! When the light came on, my aunt's delicate face appeared before me. Her face was
as red as a persimmon; she must have been washing up after sex when I bumped into her.
In the dim light, my aunt was breathtakingly alluring and seductive. This
aunt with my mother, who was several times more beautiful than her,
I didn't even notice what she looked like.
I bumped into her unintentionally tonight, and after hearing her moans earlier, I took a good look at her. Her oval
face was flushed red, her almond-shaped eyes were full of spring, and she had a delicate nose and small mouth. Her petite body was exquisite and alluring, exuding a mature woman's charm.
Because we had just finished, her body had a slightly musky scent, not as strong as my mother's, but it had its own unique flavor.
After enjoying my mother like a sumptuous meal, I didn't have much interest in this "appetizer." I apologized to her and went back to my room
to sleep .

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