Date: Tue, 9 Jul 2019 23:34:17 -0500 From: tony okrongly Subject: Ambien Mom Ambien Mom By LS Larry In 1992 I was 12 years old. I lived alone with my mother. She had divorced my father before I was two. I have a sister but she had just started college and moved onto campus. It was just me and my mom in a small two bedroom apartment. She made a good income for the time as an art professor at the university. That also meant that she was on pretty much the same schedule as me. It was summer and we were both off school, other than some meetings she had to attend from time to time. Now that you know the situation let me tell you what happened. Like I said it was 1992, and while the internet sort of existed with AOL, we didn't have anything like that at home. We had cable without the movie channels. If you were alive and had cable at that time, however, you know that the movie and even the adult channels were scrambled in a way that you could still sort of see what was happening. It was fuzzy and wavy and the vertical hold didn't stay but you could tell what was happening. As a 12 year old I could see magic in that wavy static. Every once in a while, after stroking myself for 10 minutes to what I thought was porn I would realize I was watching just a regular old PG movie. I didn't care. My imagination added what the screen left off. Make no mistake I could also see real live tits and ass on that screen too. Back then all I got was fuzzy movie channels and the occasional underwear catalog in the mail. It was pre-interent. Since my mom was an art professor we also had lots of art books in the house and I learned at an early age that art loves naked women. I don't know if my mom noticed how dog eared some of those art pages became. My favorite was called "Rape of the Daughters of Leucippus." We only had one TV with a cable box, so I would sit on the sofa after mom went to bed with a blanket on my lap, one hand on my iron hard 12 year old dick and the other on the remote, ready to change the channel back to reruns of Gilligan's Island or Dobie Gillis if I heard a door click or my mother shuffling down the hall. This one particular night I was doing my normal routine. I had a bottle of lotion shoved in the back cushion of the sofa, I had my PJ's on with no underwear underneath, and a blanket over my lap. It was about 11 pm. My mom had just gone to bed about 30 minutes before. I had just switched from the reruns to something more fuzzy and exciting when I heard the click of my mom's door and the shuffle down the short hall. My mom came walking down the hall with just panties on! No bra, no shirt, no nightgown, just panties. The living room was dark except for the glow from the TV, which was muted, and the hall was dark except for the backlight from my mother's open door. In that light she looked like a Degas model, like Degas' "After the Bath" painting. Like I said, I looked at lots of art in my mom's books. If you have seen a Degas nude, they are very much like my mother was at that time. Thin in the body with only slightly swelling hips and smallish natural breasts that sit high up on her chest. Think of a nude hippie girl dancing at Woodstock in 1969. She came walking down the hall like that. At first she was just a backlit silhouette that I saw out of the corner of my eye as I quickly switched the channel back to something normal. My brain, though, immediately registered that something wasn't right. I was used to seeing my mom in tight fitting pants, knee high boots and a loose top - exactly like an artist should look. She had long straight 70's hair that was naturally blonde. But she looked Naked! Even from just back lighting. Then she got to the end of the hall where the light from the TV lit her front like a kaleidoscope of changing colors and brightness as the scene on the muted TV changed. She was beautiful! The instant I realized she was naked my head snapped back to looking at the TV. I was scared I was going to be in trouble. My dick and balls were sticking out of the large open flap in the front of my PJ trousers under the blanket. My right hand had a firm grip on my cock as it grew bigger and harder with each heartbeat. It was a small apartment so the living room wasn't very big. My mom didn't say anything as she slowly walked right behind me going past the sofa toward the kitchen with the open bar wall. Just as she walked past the show on the screen went to a night seen and I could see her in the reflection of the TV in the dark room. She was completely nude from the waist up. My mom could have been a ballet dancer. I know for a fact that she was a nude model for drawing when she was in college getting her Masters in Art. I saw her from the side in the reflection of the TV as she walked behind me. Her breasts were small because she was thin like a dancer but they were perfectly shaped. I've heard that a champagne glass was made from Marie Antoinette's small breasts. These were bigger than that but perfect. The bottom made a perfect curve out and up to small erect nipples and smooth, shapely line back toward her chest. The tautness of her body made her breasts seem even larger than they were. My mom liked running and she was mostly vegetarian, a carryover from her artistic, hippie upbringing, I guess. I sneaked a glance as she turned on the light and walked into the kitchen. She hadn't said anything as she walked past. God, she was beautiful. Flawless skin, long neck under her long straight dark blonde hair. My nude mom took a glass and turned to the sink, which was right at the counter that faced into the living room through the open bar area. I kept looking at her, drinking her in. I guess since I was in the dark living room and she was in the lit kitchen I felt like she couldn't see me watching her. She wasn't looking at me at all. She was looking in my direction but I could tell her gaze was off into space. She drank the water and walked back to her room. This time I examined her as she walked toward me, the thin fabric of her panties captured my eye and wouldn't let it go. Her legs were thin enough that they didn't rub against each other when she walked. I heard the older guys call this "a two finger pussy" because if you slid 2 fingers from a girl's knees all the way up to her pussy you wouldn't hit her thighs. My mom had that for sure. I could see the outline of the curves of her pussy. I could immediately tell she had no hair under that thin fabric. I didn't want to stare at her panties, so I lifted my eyes to her face as she passed. She didn't even look at me. I realized then that she might be sleep walking. I quietly said, "Mom, are you awake?" She didn't look at me or say anything. I watched as she walked back into her room and shut the door. The light went out. It was at that point I realized my hand was still on my cock. The top of my hand was covered in cum, but it was just precum. My cock was leaking like a broken faucet. It felt like it was going to pop, I was almost scared to start stroking it. I just looked at it and replayed my naked mom walking past me in my mind. I could have reached out and touched her. Then I came. I didn't even move my hand. I just flooded the room, shooting cum three feet into the air, it seemed. The next morning she didn't say anything about it. She acted completely normal. Of course I didn't say anything either. But all day long I couldn't help seeing what she looked like right through her clothes. My dick ached all day, blue balls I think they called it. There's no way it was going to happen again, but I couldn't wait until after bed time to see. The next night was even crazier! The same thing happened. I guess my mom slept with only her panties on. I was waiting, straining to hear any movement in her room as I sat on the couch. Then it happened. Her light clicked on and out she came again. This time I more quickly noticed the 1,000 yard stare in her eyes. I didn't hide my gaze this time. I just drank her in as my hand moved under the blanket rubbing myself slowly As she walked past I said again, "Mom, are you awake?" She didn't respond. Then I thought, "Should I wake her up? Isn't it bad to be sleep walking?" When she made it into the kitchen I wrapped the blanket around my waist to hide my bulging dick and I followed her. When I made it into the kitchen she was drinking the water. I said, "Mom, are you OK? Are you awake?" She didn't say anything. My heart was pounding in my chest and my mouth was bone dry. My stomach ached from my erection and being so close to my nearly nude mom, but I decided to wake her up, sleep walking can't be good. I reached out and touched her shoulder timidly at first and then more firmly. "Mom, you need to wake up." No response. Then she turned to me and I let go of the blanket and grabbed her shoulders. She stepped right into me. I turned my hips to one side. And almost yelled, "Mom, wake up!" as I she walked right into me. Then she sort of snapped out of and stopped. She was right against me, her breasts were pushing into my upper chest. I had grown but since I was barely 12 years old she was still about an inch taller than I was. I should have stepped back, but I liked it and I couldn't stop myself. Her skin was so warm and soft. I could feel her nipples pressing into my chest. My mom looked at me and said, "Josh, what are you doing up? Are you OK?" I said, `No I'm worried about you, mom." Then she said something strange. She said, "I'm OK hoppy self. You should eat a walk home." Then she hugged me. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me completely into her. She wrapped her neck around mine and pushed the side of her head into mine like we were dancing. Then she started doing exactly that... Dancing. Slow, side to side, to some music that must have been playing in her head. The thought of that makes me wish I could travel back 25+ years back in time and experience that for the first time again. I was damn near panting as I realized that she was still asleep. I started swaying with her. I ran my hands up and down her back, timidly at first and then more boldly. I pulled my mom closer into me. She responded by wrapping herself around me as if snuggling in for warmth. She breathed into my ear. "In April it's walking time again. Seven twenty two" then she started kissing me on my ear whispering "Seven twenty two time again." I had stopped pretending to keep my long dick from touching her leg at this point. My throbbing cock was slipping up and down wetly on her thigh, a spreading precum coating on both my abdomen and hers. I couldn't take it anymore I pulled my head back and turned into my mother as she kissed my ear whispering "seven twenty two time again" and I kissed her. When I put my mouth onto my mother's her tongue darted into my mouth passionately. Her hands went up and laced themselves into my hair, pulling me into her mouth. Her fingers caressing my neck and head. Her breathing was as ragged at mine. She was frantic as a schoolgirl sucking on my lips and tongue as I did the same to her. My hands dug into her back moving wildly then down to her hips and I thrust my hands down the back of her panties. I was a little shorter than she was so it wasn't hard for me to push my hands all the way down to feel the soft curve of her ass as it turned back at the top of her thighs. My mother broke our sucking on each other and gasped for air. "Holy seven" she said "walking and waiting seven two" then she reached down inside the back of my pajama bottoms and grabbed my 12 year old ass. Quickly her hands came out and gripped the bottom of my top and pulled it over my head on one movement, barely breaking our mouths apart long enough for it to clear. She pulled me as she backed against the refrigerator and started pumping her ass into my hands. Then she started kissing me on my neck saying, "Seven, you know seven?" I said, "I know seven" as I pushed her panties down her thighs and laid my weight into her pressing her harder against the refrigerator. As soon as she felt her panties drop off her thighs my mom was raising her left leg, making herself available to me. She was pushing down on my waistband. I helped her push my PJ pants down and stepped out of them quickly. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as I bent my knees and dipped my pelvis down enough to feel my cock slipperily slide down between our bodies and pop free between her thighs, her own leg lifted. I grabbed around her knee with my free arm to hold her leg up and I pushed up with the round tip of my solid adolescent cock. At first it felt hard. I was pushing and pushing I felt like my dick was going to break. Then my mom reached down between us with her thin arm and slipped her long, experienced fingers around the back of my cock and slipped it forward just half an inch and the head of my cock exploded into her my mother's tight pussy. My cock seemed to go in forever. Up farther and farther, deeper and deeper into my own mother as she panted and sucked on my ear. Now she was nearly screaming "Seven twenty! Seven!" She jammed her hips forward, up, down and side to side like a bucking bronco, The refrigerator was banging against the wall and through all the noise I could hear the wet slap, slap, slap of my dick fucking my mother. The smooth nearly hairless skin of my pubescent pelvis slapping against the shaved smooth pussy of my mom. Wet, sloppy wet from my precum and my mother's flowing juices. "Seven, God! Twenty seven" she chanted at the ceiling as my mouth desperately sought her undilating nipple. Until I caught it in my mouth, sucking it voraciously. I wrapped my arms all the way around my mother's waist and held her against me while both her feet rose up off the floor, her whole weight bearing down on my steel cock now. Her feet reached across the narrow galley apartment kitchen and her toes found a hold on the drawer handles. Then she just started moaning unheard sounds punctuated by "uh.... Uh..... uh!" I felt the instant my mother came on me the first time we fucked. I was pounding into her, me 12 years old, her pinned against the refrigerator in the kitchen with her long thin legs and arched toes clawing for a foothold on the cabinets behind me. I heard it and felt it at exactly the same time. She put her open panting mouth to my ear and groaned "Fuuuuuuuuucccccckkkkk!!!!" At that exact instant I felt the hot sensation on the top of my dick that had been pumping furiously into her for nearly 10 minutes. I didn't feel it get wet. I didn't feel it get hot. I felt it get very slippery. My mom's pussy had been wet before but it couldn't keep up with the heat and friction of a 12 year old dick pumping her at 60 beats per minute. That is until it did. Her pussy cut loose a wave of slippery smooth cum that coated every inch of my cock and slipped down to my nearly hairless balls. On the next thrust I felt the tip of my dick go inside my mom just a little bit more. I don't know if she tilted her hips or what, but I was bottoming out deeper than ever before. Even though I was 12 I had at least a 7" long cock. It wasn't fat, but it was long and hard as a steel cable. I felt the end of it pop into a new, deeper secret place inside my mom's womb. My mom's words just sounded like gurgling now. Gasping for air as I fucked her against the cold steel of the refrigerator. There was no warning when I shot my load. It just went and I kept fucking her. I literally felt like I was pumping my entire mother's womb full of my cum. Every thrust just pounding away. She was cumming too, gushing out, cum mingling and filling her up then sliding past my cock and the swollen lips of her pussy, dripping down my tight balls. I could feel my asshole getting wet with it as it climbed past my tight scrotum and infiltrated my asshole. It just kept going. I didn't want to stop fucking her. I just fucked and fucked for another minute or so until my cock just sort of popped out. I wanted to put it back in but my mom's feet swung down to the floor and she sank down on her knees in front of me, still panting, trying to catch her breath. After a minute her hands went lightly to my thin hips and she held them still. I was still involuntarily pumping my hips forward like a dog trying to hump the air. She stilled them with her hands and with her calm energy as her hands moved in, gently taking my dick she slipped it into her mouth and started licking me clean. I unconsciously spread my legs as my mother lifted my newly hardening cock and licked at my hairless balls. She dug her face in deep as her tongue reached for my asshole slippery with our mingled cum. Then she worked her way back up, sucking my balls tenderly then releasing them with a pop. She pushed my hips back so she could find the end of my cock again (now raging once more) with her open mouth. My mother started sucking me gently at first. I had never had anything on my cock before this night other than my hand. No it went almost directly from deep inside mother's womb into her soft, loving mouth. There was not a molecule of my dick that wasn't completely awake and hard at this point. She started sucking me, her head bobbing forward and back, occasionally the back of it hitting against the front of the refrigerator. Then her hands wrapped around and her fingernails dug into my ass and she started pulling my ass forward pushing my long, thin cock deeper and deeper into her, deeper into her mouth, deeper down her throat. My body took over and she didn't have to pull me ass after much longer. I pinned her head against the refrigerator, my hands grabbing her long, straight hair and I fucked my own mother's face. Her head tilted up and she looked at me with desperate, watering eyes and just opened her mouth as if to say, "I am entirely yours!" She relaxed her jaw and her throat and I fucked her. She was looking up right at me the entire time struggling for breath, crying. And then I came again. On the 2nd squirt she violently twisted her head off my dick coughing and pushing the cum out of her throat onto the floor. I kept cumming in her hair on the side of her head for at least 10 seconds. When she caught her breath she took my now limp dick into her mouth one more time and sucked it for a second, then she kissed it and laid it aside. She stood and moved over to the sink. She got a warm cloth of water and washed me. Then she stood up and kissed me deeply. I could taste my young cum on her lips. And she went back to her room, her panties still laying on the floor in front of the refrigerator next to my childish PJ bottoms. After she went into her room I heard the shower in her master bathroom come on. She showered then crawled back into bed. I would say she went back to sleep but she had never been awake. The Ambien on her nightstand put her into a state of passionate sleep walking. I don't know if I should have wanted it to happen again every night or to never happen again, but the reality is that it did happen again. That was the night, though, when it was perfect. When it was new and passionate. When my mother fucked me either like she never fucked before or exactly like she fucked before, when she was in college nude modeling for giant classes of art students. After that I fucked her many times and she fucked me back, but it was after that that I started feeling dirty about it. With each encounter I felt more and more like I was raping my own mother. Don't get me wrong, I still did it, and she still loved it. My God, that woman had a dirty mind. I did find her vibrator in her nightstand, in a box, laid out perfectly clean and prepared. I knew that she must have used it before, being single with a child to care for. The night I knew what it was like to be a woman with a vibrator deep up your pussy wasn't the night she slipped it into my young ass as she sucked my cock and I blew cum like I had never blown it before in her mouth and then back out around my shaft. No, the night I knew what if felt like to have a vibrator up a pussy was the night I had my mother face down on the bed, screaming into a pillow, as I pushed me cock deeper and deeper into her slippery asshole while she had her hands down beneath herself plunging that shiney buzzing torpedo into her dripping pussy. I could feel her pushing the vibrator in and out against my pulsing dick deep inside her ass. The thin veil of skin between her pussy and her ass made it feel like she was fucking my dick with her vibrator as I pounded her into the matress with my boy weight. Every night after our love making my mother, under the spell of ambien, would clean me up, take a shower, clean her room and go to bed like nothing had ever happened. After really rough face fucking she would often wonder to me out loud why her voice was so raspy. She went through so many different running shorts trying to find one that didn't make her "sore down there." Little did she know what was really happening.