What Can a Son Do When His Mother Sleepwalks

skyboy

Chapter 1

I attended university in Harriston City, with the campus conveniently close to home.

Our family’s mansion was spacious, featuring two guest rooms. My parents occupied the master bedroom, while I had my own room.

My father ran a multinational corporation, and my mother didn’t work outside the home, managing household affairs and occasionally assisting with business matters at my father’s company.

My parents’ relationship had always been strained, verging on divorce at one point.

My father traveled extensively for work, often overseas. My beautiful mother, trapped in the mundanity of daily life, grew bored and accumulated much resentment.

My father was gifted in business, amassing considerable wealth, but he was extremely frugal. The lavish furnishings and items in our home were mostly gifts from business associates. He gave my mother a meager allowance and provided me with limited pocket money.

My mother, naturally beautiful, placed great emphasis on self-care, frequently visiting beauty salons. Perhaps due to her early experiences with poverty, she had high standards and valued outward appearances, willingly spending on them. Money became a frequent cause of arguments between my parents.

Later, my mother somehow acquired a large sum of money, temporarily easing the domestic tension. When my father inquired about its source, she claimed it came from successful stock trading with friends. He didn’t press further; as long as he didn’t have to contribute, other details were irrelevant.

In her youth, my mother lived with my grandmother in a remote village, in dire poverty. My grandmother borrowed money from all around to send her to school in the city.

In high school, my mother was known as the school belle, pursued by many. My father went to great lengths to win her heart.

At forty-one years old, her true age was hard to guess. Years of meticulous care made her appear around twenty-five. She often wore her glossy black hair up, with large, enchanting eyes that seemed deep and mysterious when gazed upon for too long, exuding allure; a straight, full nose and soft, slightly upturned lips that revealed neat, white teeth when she smiled, utterly captivating.

I loved watching my mother smile. The gentle curve of her lips and the mist-like charm in her eyes held an intoxicating allure.

Moreover, my mother had a stunning figure. Her full, firm breasts and round, ample buttocks were always a delight to behold. Her only flaw was a slightly thick waist, a result of childbirth, but I still adored it. It felt bouncy and soft to hold.

My mother doted on me, worrying about every detail of my life. As the only child, she would agree to most of my requests, as long as they weren’t excessive.

However, she was strict with my upbringing. She desired my success and would severely reprimand me if my grades dropped.

Thus, my feelings towards my mother were complex, a mix of fear and admiration. Even when she was angry, I found her uniquely beautiful, a reflection of a mother’s genuine concern.

I’m unsure when my affection for my mother transformed into something more than filial love. I remember during my teenage years, returning home to be greeted by her kind and gentle smile was the highlight of my day after school.

When we watched TV together, I believed no female celebrity could match my mother’s captivating beauty. Every smile and frown from her was endearing.

I enjoyed cuddling with my mother while watching TV. At the time, I was unaware of the dynamics between men and women, but whenever my penis pressed against her plump, resilient buttocks, I felt an unusual excitement.

As I grew older, my feelings for my mother evolved beyond simple reverence into something akin to romantic love.

When male classmates visited my home and saw my mother, their faces flushed as they remarked, “Your mother is so beautiful.”

He said this, making me feel deeply happy. I knew he was envious of me.

Every day, facing my mature and beautiful mother, I love her deeply. Thinking about how she gave birth to me twenty years ago, giving me life; from the fetal stage, she has raised me with great hardship for twenty years. This gratitude makes me adore my mother like a goddess. However, her beautiful appearance, exquisite and full figure, as well as her gentle and sentimental character, make her a temptation in my heart, enticing me with intense sexual fantasies every day. I can only suppress my desires, but have nowhere to vent them, which causes me great distress.

In fact, I envy others who have ordinary mothers. Because they would only revere their mothers, not harbor sexual desires or blasphemous thoughts towards them like I do.

Once, I came home early and heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom. My heart trembled, knowing that only my mother was at home, I quietly approached to peek. The bathroom door was half open.

My mother’s wet black hair clung to her snow-white skin. Her fair face was tinted with a hint of pink, her large eyes squinting, and her red lips slightly parted to catch the water falling on her head. The water was splashed by her white teeth, mixed with slippery saliva, flowing down together. Her breasts gently quivered due to the impact of the water, her pink nipples standing erect like peanuts.

The water smoothly slid over her smooth body, everything appearing fair and bright. The places she touched with her hands revealed great elasticity and fleshiness. Suddenly, my mother bent down, exposing her white, plump buttocks, the two brownish-yellow labia majora holding dense pubic hair, completely exposed before my eyes. Her slightly opened pink hole, water flowing in and out.

Seeing a woman’s private area for the first time, my face immediately burned hot, my mouth dry, and my penis instantly erected, burning like fire.

At that moment, I desperately wanted to rush over, lift up my mother’s thighs, forcefully push open her labia with my penis, and thrust in abruptly, feeling the birth canal that brought me into this world. But fantasy is just a fantasy. I suppressed my intense desire, bent down, and quietly slipped out of the door. I aimlessly wandered around outside for a while before returning home.

When my mother came to open the door, her body, freshly washed, still had moisture on it, looking moist and smooth, like milk. The white bath towel she wrapped around couldn’t conceal her prominent breasts, and the deep cleavage instantly caught my eye. That snow-white, plump breast meat repeatedly pounded against my heartbeat.

My mother didn’t notice where my gaze fell, sweetly smiling and asking me, “Son, didn’t you bring your key today?”

She was very close to me, her breath carrying a sweet scent that drifted into my nose. For some reason, my penis hardened again.

I looked at my mother’s beautiful face, her soft, small red lips slightly curled up, revealing a row of white teeth.

At that time, I didn’t think too much. Intense desire drove me forward, and I hugged my mother tightly, fiercely kissing her soft little mouth, tasting a bit of her sweet saliva. Then I turned away without looking back and said, “Mom, I’m going back to my room. Call me when it’s time for dinner.”

My mother covered her mouth, staring at my back in a daze. After a while, she scolded with both anger and laughter, “Son, I’ve told you so many times, kissing is something lovers do. You, really. Don’t do this next time. Stop playing games, we’re about to have dinner...”

In fact, I had already wanted to kiss my mother’s lips several times before, but she always sternly told me that this was something only couples could do. She even gave an example, saying that my father never kissed her either.

I knew my mother thought kissing was unhygienic. She believed that sucking each other’s saliva could spread bacteria, and that saliva had a fishy smell, even worrying that my mouth might have bad breath, which would dirty her lips.

After I returned to my room, I savored the taste for a long time.

Beautiful Mother, her saliva was like milk, pure and sweet. No wonder every time I saw my mother, I wanted to kiss her.

That night, I had a wet dream, and the object of my desire in the dream was my mother.

She sat in front of my bed, drenched, half-closing her seductive eyes, with a smile on the corner of her mouth. Her inviting little mouth slightly opened, and her pink tongue gently licked her white teeth. Her soft, boneless hand slowly caressed down from her fair neck, all the way to her full, erect breasts.

In the dream, I saw my mother’s breasts lightly tremble and jump a few times. The soft and round sensation, I could clearly feel it even in my dream. Then she spread her snow-white, plump thighs, revealing two moist labia.

I dreamed that my penis instinctively forced its way into my mother’s pussy, my upper body pressing against her soft body, my hands holding her face, making her face me.

Her beautiful face blushed, her fox-like big eyes staring straight at me. Her round lips were red like blood, shaped like an O, her expression seemed both painful and enjoyable, her tongue constantly licking her lips.

I pressed my mouth against my mother’s lips, softly sucking on her small mouth, sucking on her tongue, drawing her sweet saliva. Below, my penis quickly thrust in and out, feeling as if it had entered a soft, tight, warm, and moist place, as comfortable as soaking in hot water. Suddenly, my waist tightened, my swollen, itchy, and painful penis suddenly twitched, forcefully ejaculating semen like urinating. The pleasure was so intense that even my toes cramped.

I quickly woke up from the dream, seeing that my underwear was wet, realizing that I was dreaming. I nervously picked up a glass of water and took a sip, turning to see the family photo on the bedside table. My mother held me tenderly and gently.

Next to my mother was my father with a serious expression, his eyes seemed to be glaring at me sternly.

I buried my head in shame and scolded myself deeply: How could I have such desecrating thoughts about my own mother? Am I still human?

I sadly picked up the photo, looking at my mother’s beautiful face and voluptuous figure. The qipao she wore gradually became transparent in my eyes.

I saw my naked mother again from the dream. Her snow-white, proud skin; her round breasts that would gently tremble when touched; her kind eyes turned into lustful eyes filled with desire, looking at me; her smooth thighs like satin slowly spread apart, revealing the pussy where it seemed my milky white semen was still flowing.

These fantasies made my penis, which had just ejaculated, quickly grow again, like drinking alcohol, a fiery sensation spreading throughout my body, and the glans secreting a strand of transparent fluid.

I must have my mother’s body. Even if I am ridiculed and scolded by everyone in the world, or face my father’s anger, I must obtain the beautiful body of my mother.

From then on, a seed full of evil desires was deeply planted in my heart, waiting for the day it could sprout and bear fruit.

I once thought of forcibly having a relationship with my mother, because there were often only my mother and I at home, which was good conditions. But something that happened later completely dispelled this idea.

One morning, after waking up, I had a very urgent need to urinate. I rushed into the bathroom in a hurry, but when I opened the door, I found that my mother was inside.

My mother let out a loud scream, which also startled me.

I saw my mother’s exposed thighs and the black pubic hair below her navel, and I was completely stunned. I stared motionlessly at my mother’s private area.

My mother hurriedly told me to leave. She called out a few times, but I did not respond. She actually stood up and slapped me hard, pushing me out.

I fell to the ground, touching my burning and painful face, scared to speak to my mother for the entire day.

Afterward, my mother warned me that I should knock before entering the bathroom and also before entering her room.

English Translation:

From that day on, I was somewhat afraid of my mother. When I was young and made mistakes, my mother would at most scold me a few times; as I grew older, she rarely did so. That day, she actually hit me. It’s easy to imagine that if I were to force an intimate relationship with my mother, even if it succeeded, I would certainly be hated by her afterward, and it would severely damage the emotional bond between us.

Nowadays, I’ve read many incestuous novels, in which many stories claim that every mother is very promiscuous, and having a sexual relationship with her son is an easy thing.

In reality, however, every mother cherishes her dignity, especially when facing her son. The ethical norms of thousands of years are deeply ingrained in human society.

After that incident, for a period of time, I almost gave up the idea of wanting to have sex with my mother, feeling that all my fantasies could not possibly come true.

Unexpectedly, a turning point came.

During the summer vacation, Grandma brought a large group of relatives to our house as guests. There were so many people that even the living room was filled with them. I was assigned to sleep in my parents’ room, squeezed into one bed with both my mother and father.

I hadn’t slept with my mother since I was thirteen, but deep down, I was actually quite happy about it. Of course, with my father present, I didn’t dare to do anything out of line.

My mother didn’t cover herself up tightly just because I was in the bedroom. She wore pajamas on the outside, but it was clear that she wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath.

One morning, while she was making the bed and bent over, two plump white breasts were completely exposed before my eyes, and I could clearly see their pale pink nipples. But there was nothing I could do; with so many people around, I didn’t even dare to masturbate, feeling extremely frustrated.

Four days later, Father had to go abroad on a business trip due to work, for more than three months. On the day he left, he called me to a quiet place and instructed me on several matters.

Father first talked to me about money. He told me not to spend it recklessly and then handed me my pocket money for the next three months. In addition, he asked me to pay attention to Mother. If she planned to give money or gifts to relatives, I should promptly dissuade her.

In my heart, I didn’t want to get involved in these things, but I pretended to agree with Father. In my eyes, he was simply a very stingy person.

Father spoke for a long time, finally revealing to me an important secret. Mother had a problem with sleepwalking at night, the specific cause of which was unclear. Deep into the night, Mother occasionally entered a sleepwalking state, where no matter how others pushed or touched her, she wouldn’t wake up.

Father told me not to panic in such situations. After a few hours, Mother would end her sleepwalking on her own and return to sleep.

He suggested that I sleep in the same room with Mother during this time, so that I could take care of her at any moment. If Mother got up and moved around while sleepwalking, I should pay attention to avoid any accidents. At the same time, Father repeatedly warned me to keep this a secret and not tell Mother. To this day, she was unaware of her nighttime sleepwalking condition.

Father was going on a long-term business trip and wouldn’t be back for a long time. He was worried that Mother might be in danger while sleepwalking when she was alone at home, so he specifically informed me of this.

Seeing the shocked expression on my face, Father patted my shoulder with a smile, telling me not to worry too much. He said that perhaps during his business trip, Mother wouldn’t experience any episodes of sleepwalking.

I was very surprised inside. For the first time in my life, I learned that my mother had such an abnormal condition.

But secretly, I thought: This was a gift from heaven! Finally, I had the opportunity to sleep in the same bed with my mother! Thinking about this, I became elated and assured Father, thumping my chest, that I would take good care of Mother.

Father was in a good mood and gave me an additional few hundred dollars in cash. After finishing all our discussions, I walked out of the room and helped Mother pack Father’s luggage for his trip.

Outside, Mother was chatting casually with the relatives, and the atmosphere was harmonious. Seeing me come out, she smiled and said, “I didn’t expect you father and son to be so close, able to chat for so long.

English Translation:

Son, you help Mom think about it. What toiletries do I still need to prepare for your dad?”

I stared at my mother’s face.

Her face was flushed with a rosy glow, making her look very beautiful. Her loose nightgown couldn’t hide her plump and prominent figure, and her snow-white thighs swayed back and forth, while the yellowish flesh-colored underwear caught my eye.

The thought that after Dad went on a business trip, only Mom and I would be sleeping in the same bed at night filled me with excitement.

All day long, I fantasized about what Mom looked like without clothes.

Chapter 2

On the day Dad left for his business trip, Mom told me she planned to go shopping with our relatives and asked if I wanted to join. I knew in my heart that Mom wanted to present herself as respectable in front of the family.

Before leaving, Mom dressed up carefully. She wore a light makeup, with pale blue eyeshadow and long lashes that made her eyes appear bright and charming. She styled her hair, letting her glossy black locks fall gently over her round shoulders, shiny and smooth.

She wore a fitted white tank top paired with a red miniskirt. The overall look was clean and vibrant, making her seem as youthful and energetic as the young girls in my school. With her exquisite face and mature, voluptuous body, her beauty and elegance were perfectly combined, leaving me awestruck.

Throughout the day, Mom held my hand as we walked around the large mall, tiring me out with all the moving around.

But holding Mom gave me pleasure. I occasionally pretended to touch her chest by accident, which thrilled me inside.

Suddenly, when Mom stumbled while getting off the escalator, she fell forward. I quickly reached out to catch her, pressing my groin against her buttocks.

Although she was wearing a bra, I could feel the amazing elasticity and softness of her breasts when I grabbed them firmly, making me dazed.

My penis was separated from Mom’s buttocks by just thin fabric, and I felt the warmth clearly.

Mom took a sharp breath, her chest heaving dramatically. She looked at me, smiled gratefully, then hugged me tighter.

In the mall, I asked to take a big headshot photo with Mom, and she agreed. Our faces were close together.

The photo turned out well: Mom’s youthful and charming face was smiling adorably, with her two little tiger teeth showing. From the photo, we looked like a couple.

When we got home, everyone was exhausted and retired to their rooms to rest.

After my shower, I lay in bed wearing only my underwear, waiting for Mom to come sleep with me.

Mom chatted with Grandma late into the night, making me wait in bed for a long time. I was almost asleep when the bedroom light suddenly came on.

Mom tiptoed into the room, calling my name softly. Seeing no response, she assumed I was asleep and began to undress.

I quickly half-closed my eyes to sneak a peek.

When Mom was down to her underwear, she hesitated for a moment before unclasping her bra. Two peach-like breasts popped out instantly under the light, their pale black nipples smooth and full. Quickly, she slipped into her nightgown. The dim red light illuminated her black embroidered nightdress, making her look like an angel descending from heaven, exuding an indescribable sensuality.

Mom turned off the light and climbed into bed.

The fragrance from Mom’s body wafted over me, and soon I drifted off to sleep.

In the middle of the night, I woke up needing to urinate.

Bathed in moonlight, I saw Mom’s sleeping form, as adorable as a little girl. Her porcelain-like face was so beautiful it seemed painted, her delicate nose twitching slightly, her mouth half-open for breathing, her little tongue hiding behind her white teeth like a delicious candy, emitting a fresh scent.

Mom’s body was enticingly spread out, her chest rising and falling gently with her breath.

My penis became erect uncontrollably, my mind filled with images of having sex with Mom.

At that moment, Mother turned her head, and a breath of air carrying the scent of milk wafted onto my face. I gently caressed Mother’s adorable face: her features were like a painting, beautiful to the point where one could not tear their eyes away, like a crescent moon in the sky, mysterious yet full of intense allure.

I got up first to relieve myself, but when I returned, I couldn’t fall asleep no matter what.

In the room next to ours lived Uncle and Auntie Hermione. The sounds of their lovemaking faintly drifted over, causing an unbearable heat to surge through my body.

I turned to look at Mother. Although she was deeply asleep, the sounds from next door seemed to have also reached her ears, as a blush appeared on her cheeks.

I guessed that Mother might be dreaming about making love with Father.

Mother’s face was flushed red, her round nose slightly raised as she drew in breath, her small mouth half open, with a thin strand of glistening saliva trickling out. Her plump breasts rose and fell with her breathing, and her snow-white thighs were tightly pressed together. She was like a mature and beautiful woman, writhing her voluptuous body lightly on the bed.

Lying beside Mother, I, her young son, had little rationality left, and I could no longer resist.

I boldly removed my underwear, pulling out my engorged penis to stroke it up and down, while my other hand gently slipped into Mother’s nightgown, caressing her body upward until it was blocked by her full breasts.

I held my breath, watching Mother’s face very carefully. As soon as there was any sign of her waking up, I would immediately let go.

When my hand softly cupped Mother’s breast, I immediately felt its weight, her skin smooth and tender. When my fingers lightly teased her nipple, both Mother and I seemed to be electrified; my face and fingers were hot and numb.

Mother’s eyebrows lightly furrowed, her face as red as a ripe apple.

I became somewhat crazed. I brought my face close to Mother’s, gently kissing her soft lips. A trace of sweet saliva touched my mouth. I slowly pressed my mouth against hers, our lips tightly pressed together.

I used the tip of my tongue to part Mother’s slightly open teeth, extending into her sweet and moist mouth.

My tongue boldly invaded Mother’s mouth, carefully licking every part of it. Mother’s slippery little tongue continuously secreted sweet, viscous saliva.

I could clearly distinguish that Mother’s saliva tasted delicious, like milk.

In Mother’s small mouth, there had been nagging and concern for my growth.

I sucked wildly on Mother’s sweet and mature little mouth.

The mouths of mother and son became hotter and hotter.

The speed at which I was stroking my penis also became faster and faster.

Suddenly, Mother emitted low moans, “Mmm... Mmm...”, and one hand forcefully grabbed my shoulder.

Frightened, I immediately stopped all movements.

Mother’s eyelids fluttered, then she sat up, her head lowered, and her hands flailed aimlessly in the air.

“This... This... Mother really sleepwalks?”

I fell off the bed in fright, making a loud “bang” sound in the silent night.

But Mother didn’t wake up. She sat there expressionless, her hands waving as if trying to grab something.

I cautiously touched Mother, but she didn’t react. I pushed her harder again, but she still didn’t respond.

I was almost scared to death.

This was the first time I had encountered such a situation, and my penis, due to fear, shrank from its erect state to the size of a peanut.

Still shaken, I went over to try to lay Mother back down on the bed.

Mother mumbled indistinct words, stood up, and her hands lightly swayed, wanting to grasp something.

This... This... Mother’s current state was like a zombie in a movie. The Ring?

If this wasn’t my own mother, I would have already run out of the room. Only output the translation: