The Insomnia That Ended in My Mother’s Bed

I’m twenty-two years old and I still live at my parents’ house. It’s not for lack of wanting to move out: I work from my room, I make enough to contribute to the household, and as long as I can save a little more, I don’t see the rush. I mention that because without that routine—me shut away at night in front of the screen, them sleeping on the other side of the hall—none of what happened would have happened. And I still find it hard to believe it did.

That night I couldn’t sleep. I’d been tossing and turning in bed for more than an hour, my head full of noise and my body restless. I tried the usual trick, the one that never fails, but after searching for a good while I couldn’t find anything that really got me going. I gave up, grabbed the remote, and kept playing some mindless game until dry throat pushed me out of the room.

The house was dark. I went downstairs barefoot, feeling my way along the wall, and just as I reached the kitchen a noise behind me made me jump.

—It’s just me, calm down —said a low voice.

It was my mother. Carmen. She was standing by the counter, wearing a thin night robe and with her hair loose. The extractor light fell on her from above, and for the first time in my life I looked at her in a way I shouldn’t have. Her nipples were clearly outlined under the fabric, hard, pointed, and I couldn’t help staring a second too long. She wasn’t wearing a bra under the robe, and her big tits pushed against the fabric every time she breathed.

—You can’t sleep either —I said, pretending nothing was happening, as I poured myself some water.

—I’ve been tossing and turning for a while —she answered—. Your father snores like a tractor.

My mother is what some people, rather inelegantly, call a mature woman who turns heads on the street. Medium height, wide hips, a round ass that fills any pair of pants, and big tits she always knew how to hide under loose clothes. I’d grown up seeing her every day without noticing any of that. She was my mother, full stop. But that night, with the house asleep and that robe making everything she had translucent, something in my head clicked in a way I didn’t know how to shut off. I felt my cock twitch against my pajama pants and had to turn slightly so it wouldn’t show.

Don’t look at her like that. She’s your mother.

We stayed leaning against the counter for a while, talking in low voices so as not to wake anyone. Then, almost without realizing it, we moved into the living room and sat on the sofa. It was past two in the morning and the whole house was silent, that thick silence that only exists at that hour.

—And no girlfriend? —she asked, settling a cushion in her lap.

—Nothing for months. Things with Lucía ended pretty badly.

—What a pity, she looked good with you —she said—. And you’re handsome, I don’t get how you don’t have a line at the door.

—Don’t exaggerate, Mom.

—I’m not exaggerating. I mean it.

—Look who’s talking. You’re the pretty one in the family.

She laughed, surprised, and took a hand to her chest.

—Me? —she said—. I didn’t know your mother seemed pretty to you. If I weren’t married to your father… —she let the sentence hang for a second and then added—: I’m kidding, silly. You’ll always be my boy.

—I know, I know. I’m just saying you look really good for your age. That’s a fact.

We looked at each other for a few seconds without saying anything. It was only a moment, but there was something there, something neither of us named. She looked away first and said it was time to go to sleep, that my father would wake up and ask where she was. But neither of us moved.

***

I should have gone upstairs then. I know that. But I stayed seated, and my breathing must have given me away, because she glanced at me from the corner of her eye with a strange smile before speaking again.

—A nosy-mother question —she said, playing with the edge of the cushion—. Did Lucía keep you happy? In bed, I mean. Because sometimes couples break up over that and nobody says it.

The question caught me off guard. I felt heat rise to my face and to my groin too.

—Honestly… she was pretty closed off about those things —I admitted—. We didn’t do much. She didn’t even suck me off, and when she did it was like a punishment. It’s not like I have that much experience either.

—Mm. And what do you know how to do? —she insisted, with a half-smile—. The things you see in those videos, or are you more shy? Do you know how to eat pussy properly?

—I try —I said, laughing to cover my nerves, my throat dry—. But for that I’d need a woman as movie-star as you. With tits like that, an ass like that.

The second I said it, I wanted to swallow my words. But she didn’t get angry. She lowered her gaze, bit her lower lip, and stayed like that for a moment, thinking. I saw her thighs press together beneath the robe.

—You turned out pretty filthy —she murmured—. Do you really want to fuck your mother? Stick it in your old lady?

My heart was beating so hard I thought she’d hear it. My cock was already clearly hard against my pants.

—You’re really hot, Mom —I said quietly—. You’ve got a body that would drive anyone crazy. I’d get hard right now if you took that robe off.

She lowered her eyes to my groin and smiled when she saw the bulge.

—You’re already hard, you dirty boy —she whispered—. It shows all over.

Silence fell again, denser than before. She was staring at me, and I didn’t know whether I’d gotten myself into a huge problem or whether something was about to happen that I’d never dare tell anyone. Then she rested her hand on my knee, slid it a little up my thigh until she brushed my cock over the fabric, and stood up.

—Don’t move from here —she said—. I’ll be right back.

She went upstairs and took an eternal few minutes. I stayed on the sofa with a dry mouth and a pounding cock, replaying every word, convinced she’d come back dressed and regretful, ready to pretend none of it had happened. But when she came down, she did it slowly, looking me in the eyes, and when she reached the last step she let the robe fall to the floor.

Underneath she was wearing only a thin black thong, and nothing else. Her big tits hung naturally, with dark erect nipples pointing at me. The light from the small lamp outlined her silhouette, the curve of her ass, the shadow between her thick thighs. I ran out of breath.

—Listen carefully —she said, coming closer—. This is one time only. We’re not going to fuck. I just want you to watch me while you touch yourself. Nothing else. Understand?

—Understood —I answered, though my voice barely came out—. You look incredible, Mom.

***

She sat in the armchair across from me, with her legs a little apart, and started rubbing herself slowly through the fabric while she watched me. I yanked my pants and boxers down in one pull, and my cock sprang out hard, swollen, pointing at the ceiling. I heard her gasp when she saw it.

—My God —she muttered—. It’s beautiful. Big. Touch it for me, slowly, I want to see it properly.

I started jerking off slowly, never taking my eyes off her. She brought her hands up to her chest, grabbed her tits, pinched her nipples, twisted them while biting her lip. Then she lowered one hand, moved the thong aside, and showed me her pussy, almost fully shaved, with only a strip of hair above, already glistening, wet. She slid two fingers in slowly and pulled them out dripping.

—Look how you’ve got me —she whispered, showing me her wet fingers—. It’s been years since I got this worked up over anyone.

—Mom, you’re killing me —I panted, squeezing my cock—. You’re soaking wet.

—Keep touching yourself. Harder. I want to see you right on the edge.

She started rubbing her clit in circles, faster and faster, her eyes locked on my cock. I kept stroking myself nonstop, watching her spread her legs for me, watching her shove her fingers deep inside and pull them out with shiny trails hanging from them. Her breathing turned ragged, her tits bounced with every movement, and soft moans escaped her mouth that she tried to swallow by biting her fist.

I held on as long as I could. But there came a point when the rules she herself had set seemed impossible to keep.

—Mom —I said, breathing hard—, can I at least kiss you? Just that.

She hesitated. I saw her hesitate, look toward the stairs as if weighing the risk, and then sigh.

—Hurry up —she murmured—. Just a little. And then we stop.

I leaned in and kissed her mouth, and she immediately pushed her tongue into mine, hungry, as if she’d spent years waiting for that kiss. I moved my mouth to her neck, to her shoulders, and took her tits in both hands. They were heavy, warm, with nipples hard as little stones. I filled my mouth with one and sucked her nipple until a louder moan slipped out of her than she wanted.

—Suck them —she gasped, grabbing my head—. God, it’s been so long since anyone sucked them like this.

I ran my tongue from one nipple to the other, nipped them gently, and went lower, kissing her stomach, her navel, the strip of hair above her pussy. I yanked the thong down, spread her legs, and buried my face between her thighs. I started licking her slowly, dragging my whole tongue from below up to her clit, and she arched her back all at once.

—Ah, like that, like that, like that —she moaned in a muffled voice, pressing my head against her pussy—. Right there, baby, don’t stop.

I sucked her clit in circles with my tongue, slid in two fingers, and curved them looking for the spot inside. I could feel her tightening around my fingers, getting wetter and wetter, trembling against my mouth. I was trying not to make noise, but every breath was a pant, every exhale a stifled moan that came out broken.

—You’d better hope your father never finds out about this —she said suddenly, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me up—. Come on. Stick it in already.

And that was it. The fragile rule of “just watch” fell to pieces in a second. My mother spread her legs on the sofa, grabbed my cock with her hand, and placed it herself at the entrance to her pussy. I pushed once and sank all the way in. She was so wet I slid in completely without resistance, and feeling the heat of my mother squeezing my cock made me let out a rough groan I had to bite back.

—Holy shit —she panted, digging her nails into my back—. You’re huge, son. You’re filling me up completely.

I started moving inside her, first slowly, learning her rhythm, then harder, in and out with thrusts that made her tits bounce against my chest. What happened there was not elegant or planned: it was urgent, clumsy, loaded with months of tension neither of us knew existed. Her mature woman’s body had a different heat, an experience I’d never known in someone my own age. She knew how to move beneath me, how to lift her hips to receive each thrust, how to clamp her pussy around the cock at just the right moment.

—It’s been so long since I… —she said through clenched teeth, hugging me tight—. You have no idea how much I needed this. How much I needed a cock inside me.

—You squeeze me in a way —I answered, lost, thrusting faster—, I’m not going to last much longer.

—Wait. Not here —she said suddenly, stopping me with a hand on my chest, even though I was still inside her—. The sofa creaks and everything can be heard. Let’s go to your room. Your father sleeps like a log until six because of the morning shift. We have time. We have the whole night for you to fuck me properly.

***

We went up the stairs hand in hand, on tiptoe, holding in nervous laughter like two teenagers sneaking away from something. She was in front, naked, and I watched her big ass sway on every step, still shining with me. I closed my bedroom door carefully, turned the lock, and before I could react she gently pushed me onto the bed and knelt between my legs.

—Let me taste it properly —she whispered, and grabbed my cock with both hands.

She took it all into her mouth, all the way to the back, until I felt the head bump against her throat. She started sucking me slowly, moving her head up and down, taking me in with her mouth full, spitting a little so it would slide better. She ran her tongue all over the head, sucked my balls one by one, and then took me back in to the hilt. I watched her, unable to believe what I was seeing: my mother kneeling there, her big tits hanging, sucking my cock like her life depended on it.

—Mom, if you keep that up I’m going to cum in your mouth —I warned her, grabbing her hair.

She pulled my cock out with a wet snap and looked up from below with a dirty smile.

—Not yet. I want you to put it in me again. I want to feel you inside.

She climbed onto the bed and got on top. Seeing her like that, outlined against the little light coming through the window, moving over me, was something I’ll never forget. She took hold of my cock, lined it up at the entrance to her pussy, and lowered herself slowly, letting out a long moan she muffled by clenching her teeth. She braced herself with her hands on my chest and set the pace herself, slowly at first, then with more hunger, riding me as if she were reclaiming lost time she had never told me about.

—Like that, my love —she whispered, leaning in so that my ear was the only place her voice could reach—. Your father hasn’t paid me any attention in years. It’s been years since anyone fucked me like this. I needed to feel like this again.

I grabbed her tits as she went up and down, squeezed them, tugged her nipples. She closed her eyes, bit her lip, and everything bounced on top of me. I could feel her dripping onto my balls, soaking my groin. The smell of sex filled the room.

—Lower a little —I asked, holding her hips—, or I won’t be able to stop.

—I don’t want you to stop. I want you to cum inside.

—Are you crazy? What if…?

—I’ve been on the pill for years. Cum inside me, give me all your cum. I want to feel it.

I grabbed her by the hips and put her face down on the bed, on all fours. Her big ass pointed upward, with her pussy open and shining. I shoved my cock in at once and started fucking her from behind, holding her by the waist, thrusting hard but careful not to make the bed too noisy. Every slam of my hips against her ass made a wet sound she covered by biting the pillow.

The bed only creaked a little and the two of us were making an effort not to make noise, which somehow made everything even more intense. Every time she moved I had to clench my teeth so I wouldn’t let out a sound that would give us away. The silence of the house was a constant threat, and at the same time it was part of what had both of us on the edge.

—Harder —she moaned with her face buried in the pillow—. Fuck me harder, son, I’m not going to break.

I grabbed her hair and pulled back, driving into her with everything I had. Her ass moved in waves with every thrust. I slipped a hand underneath and found her clit, rubbed it in circles while I kept fucking her, and within seconds I felt her clamp around my cock, tremble all over, and stifle a cry into the pillow.

—I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming —she panted, her pussy spasming over my cock.

That finished me. I didn’t hold out much longer. My mother had the control with her pussy, and with every squeeze she dragged me closer to the limit. I gripped her hips, sank my cock all the way in, and unloaded inside her, shot after shot, feeling my orgasm rise from my balls and fill her cunt. She bit her hand so she wouldn’t scream, and both of us came trembling, in silence, holding in everything our bodies wanted to let out.

I stayed inside her for a few seconds, my cock still throbbing, feeling the semen start to leak out around the edges. When I pulled out, a thick line of it slid down her thigh. She turned over slowly, opened her legs, and ran two fingers through the cum, gathering it up, then put them in her mouth and sucked them clean to the back.

—Don’t waste anything —she whispered with a smile.

We stayed like that for a while, breathless, trying to get our air back without making noise. She kissed my neck, slowly, her breathing still fast against my skin, her hand playing with my soft, sticky cock. A long few minutes passed before she stood up, picked up her robe from the hallway floor, and slipped it over her still-sweaty body.

—What a good son I got —she said in a very low voice, already at the door, with a smile I didn’t know—. This doesn’t matter to anyone but us, understood?

—Crystal clear —I answered.

—Go to sleep. And… —she hesitated for a second— we have to do it again. Soon.

I watched her walk away down the hall, that silhouette I’d looked at a thousand times without ever really seeing, her ass still outlined beneath the robe, and I got into bed with my head spinning and her smell still all over me. I didn’t fall asleep right away. I lay there staring at the ceiling, thinking about what had just happened, knowing that something had opened between us that we were never going to be able to close again. And I knew, with a mixture of guilt and desire that still stays with me, that this wouldn’t be the last sleepless night to end like that.