Mom Has A Dream
One night real late, I was probably 16, sitting on the couch with my mom and she was laying down and sleeping. Her nightgown rose above her thighs as she unconsciously adjusted in her sleep, revealing her cotton p******. My heart pounding, I inched my hand closer and finally met the point where the soft material met her inner thighs close to her plump mound. I pressed close to the edge, penetrating the gap between the fabric and her most private area. My d*** throbbed as my fingers pressed into what I had figured out was her labia majora. So soft and warm. I just stayed there for a few seconds and enjoyed it. As I anxiously started to back my hand out of her p******, she moved, woke up and looked right at me. She asked what I was doing. I said nothing as my heart pounded. “Just watching TV”. She said okay, then got up, went and smoked, and went to bed. She mentioned in to me within a few days and reluctantly played it off as a dream, whether with sincerity or not, I’m not sure. She didn’t mention it anymore after that.