Sleeping With Mom Stories Novels & Stories

Blackwood’s chauffeur making my way up the stairs when I heard the sound of my name. ‎I froze halfway up wincing as I slowly turned around to see Mom standing in her robe, her arms crossed, with a cup of coffee and one of her looks that said I was in trouble. ‎"Care to tell me where u sneaked off to in the early hours of the morning?” ‎I signed. “Well...i...." "Unmm..." She indicated for me to continue. "Was...you see....out with a new friend and… kinda....lost track of time,” I murmured, not meeting her eyes and skipping the part where I was wildly fucked by a stranger.

He sits on the edge of the bed. “Tell me a story,” I murmur. “It’ll help me sleep faster.” He looks away. “I’m not good with stories… but I'll try” He exhales, looking up at the ceiling. “Years ago,” there's a long pause. “Years ago, a family of three lived happily together.” His eyes meet mine again, and I try to hold eye contact. But my eyelids are already fluttering, and I can't say a word. “Until the mother and her son discovered something,” he continues. “Something that got her…” He doesn't look at me anymore. “The mother discoverered…”

And the thing is, I don’t understand, what has gone wrong in life. I finished looking at the photos and wore pajamas. The second I put my head on the pillow, I smelled that scent. It was the scent of my mom. Maybe it was in my mind, because I was surprised, how the smell could last for so long. But the fact was, that I had it in my nose. Yeah, it was my room, but let me say, that I had a lot of nightmares. I couldn’t sleep alone, or in the darkness. That’s why, mom had always slept in my bed with me. Often, she told me fairy-tales. My favorite fairy-tale was about a rabbit and a snake: Flashbacks:

I headed to the bathroom without a word. I wasn't going to get much sleep tonight and I knew it. Not because I had to sleep in the same bed as my Mom but because so much has happened today and my mind wasn't going to shut down very easily. Tomorrow was going to be a very interesting day. --------------------------------- I can't' believe I actually got any sleep, once I settle in that big ole bed I crashed out. When I got up Mom was gone already and her side of the bed was cold. I have no idea when she left either , she might have left during the night for all I know to go back to Dad. The clock on the nightstand was showing nine o'clock and the sun was shinning in the window. Mom was always

Two men who raised me, holding me between them, their cum still leaking out of me. “Sleep,” David murmurs. “We’ll clean up before your mother wakes.” I’m unconscious within seconds. We clean up before dawn. Change the sheets. Hide the toys. Shower. Pretend nothing happened. Mom comes down at eight. “I slept so well,” she announces. “Did you three have a nice night?” “We did,” Richard says smoothly. “Bonded,” David agrees. They share a look. Conspiracy. Mom goes to make breakfast. “My conference is in David’s city next month,” Richard murmurs.

The sooner I got this done, the better for everyone. “Good.” Mom told me. “Now, let’s get some rest. You have a big day ahead of you.” “Can I sleep with you…on your bed?” I asked, pleading with puppy dog eyes. When I was younger, I would always crawl between my mom and dad, on their bed, whenever I had a bad dream or when I got bullied at school. Today, with my mom, I was feeling like that eight year old girl again, who was tired from a long day and who had been run over emotionally multiple times.

she said. I realized how stupid that was considering the day we had. Screw soccer. "I'm not," I answered. We went to bed and I didn't argue when Mom offered to tuck me in. She kissed me goodnight and touched my hair before turning off the light and closing the door. Despite my paranoia I would be taken against my will in my sleep, I was so tired I passed out pretty much right away. I'm not sure what woke me, but the clock said I was out a couple of hours. I tried to turn over, but there was a familiar presence tucked in behind me. I managed to catch a glimpse of my sleeping mother over my shoulder. She held me as she slept, something she hadn't done since I was very small. Despite the fact I

A forbidden excitement arose in my heart. Through all night, I didn't remember how many times we had orgasms. At last, I lost my consciousness with his stamina. The next morning, when my phone alarm went off, I was like a ball of Plasticine without a spine, lying limp on his super comfortable bed. Yeah, we made it from the couch to the dinner table, and finally to the bed. So I didn't get any energy in my body right now. Wearily, I turned off the alarm clock, and Sophie's call came in.

"Will you hold me mom?" "Sure Tommy." Mom put her arms around me and held me close. I could feel her big boobs pressing against my back. I was enjoying this, and my cock was rock hard. I held her hand and she eventually fell asleep. I gradually lowered her hand to my cock, and she took the bait. I had her inadvertently holding my cock. Then I let go of her hand and she kept it on my cock. We fell asleep like this, it was hot. I woke with my mom still holding my cock. I put my hand on top of hers and she suddenly pulled her hand away.

He giggled and ran back to his toys. The mothers began talking again, their words weaving around me. One spoke of the endless nights when her newborn wouldn’t stop crying. Another shared how her toddler had suddenly refused to eat anything except mashed carrots for weeks. Laughter followed, gentle and knowing. I leaned forward eagerly. “What do you do when they won’t sleep?” I asked. The woman with the baby chuckled. “You rock, you sing, you pray to the Moon Goddess. And sometimes you cry right along with them. But it passes, Luna. Everything does.”