A Good Sleep

Gabe pulled back, his shaft now slick with her moisture. She felt his entire length drag along her lips, ending with his head tapping at her entrance. He pushed, and his glans briefly caught on her hole before popping free and running up her pussy again.

Emma felt her body respond instinctively and automatically, her hips tilting and her legs spreading to give her son a better angle with which to penetrate her. On his next pass, running his cock along her slit, he once again ended with his head once again in her opening...and this time he stuck.

Emma felt herself spread and stretch around her son's glans as he slowly pushed inside of her. She groaned aloud, all pretense of sleeping abandoned as her only child took her from behind. Her exhalation of passion grew louder as she was filled, until his hips met her ass.

Emma clenched on the cock inside of her, feeling fuller than she could ever remember. She was torn, even still, between abandoning herself to the moment and pulling away. Gabe took the decision from her, pulling his cock from within her body in one long stroke. Just when she felt like he was going to slip out of her, he pushed back in, and mother and son groaned aloud together.

"Ohhhh....ugg....mmmm," she said, lost to the feeling of being fucked.

Gabe commenced a long in and out stroke, penetrating her over and over on his rod, sending her soaring. Her world was centered around the feel of being pummeled by his babymaker, while he held her body still with his large hands. She felt almost used, as he fucked into her over and over, but the truth was that she was loving it. She wanted more.

When she came, screams muffled behind her hands, she pushed back with her hips in an attempt to get as much of his cock in her as she could. She heard his answering grunt, and felt him expand in her vagina before a jet of hot liquid splashed on her cervix. Another splash followed it, as her son's cock pumped his life essence into the entrance of her womb. Feeling him explode inside of her was erotic and thrilling, knowing he was filling her with his love.

It seemed to go on forever, mother and son joined in a paroxysm of lust and pleasure. Each tremor of her body caused him to shift inside of her, his spongey tip probing the entrance to her womb. Emma felt like she could imagine him there, searching to penetrate her further, and groaned and clamped down on his questing cock.

When she calmed down enough to think again, Emma felt a rush of shame. Shame that she had let this happen, shame that she'd corrupted her son...and shame that it had felt so good.

Pulling away from Gabe caused his cock to slip from her, a gush of fluids following, dripping down her leg to the bed. She was about to keep going, to escape the room and the situation, to try and clean her sin from her body when Gabe grabbed hold of her and hugged her from behind. He sidled to her, forming his body contours around hers and sighed in her ear. His arm was draped around her middle again, hand cupping her beast.

"Love you, Mom," he said, sleepily.

Emma wanted to leave, but her body betrayed her again by relaxing into the comforting embrace of her son. He felt so good holding her like this, she didn't want to lose it. Giving up on her exodus, she felt determined to set things right in the morning. What they'd done, while feeling incredible, couldn't happen again.

By some miracle, she went back to sleep.

***

Emma woke earlier than her alarm, still naked and being cuddled by her equally naked son. Thoughts crowded in, all fighting for attention, when she just wanted to retreat into a hole and forget about the world.

How could she have let it all go so wrong? Recalling the past week and her descent into depravity, she could clearly see where each step of the way she relaxed her morals a little more. Somehow it had ended up with Gabe fucking her to an amazing orgasm.

How could one woman be so conflicted? Each time she said no more, she ended up right back in his bed.

Suddenly afraid her cuddle partner would wake and find himself entangled with her, she extricated her limbs and rolled out of bed. She stealthily retrieved her pajamas and left to shower, sure of one thing...no more sleeping in her son's bed...for real this time!

The morning went by in a haze of anxiety and euphoria. Emma worried about the effect she was having on her son, until he got up and greeted her with a smile and a hug. She flip flopped between thinking about going to hell and remembering the feel of his cock working in and out of her pussy. She waffled between recriminating and recalling his hands on her body.

By noon, Emma was thoroughly confused on exactly how she felt, but knew she had to move back to her own bed. She went about her day doing anything that might distract her from rogue thoughts. It was a hellishly long time to bedtime, and it wasn't hard to see the disappointment in Gabe's face when she announced she would sleep in her bed later.

"Are you sure? You don't have to. I've gotten used to having you next to me," he complained.

And gotten used to having your way with me, she thought. Aloud, she said, "I'm sure. You're on your way to a healthy sleeping habit, and well, we need to have our own space."

"Fine. But if you can't sleep, you're welcome."

"Thank you for the invitation. I'll be fine."

But when 11pm came around, she found she was far from fine. She'd headed to bed a half hour early and had now been laying wide awake, unable to relax and let sleep come. She tossed and turned for another 30 minutes before giving up. Dressed in her normal PJs but bringing the blanket, she entered Gabe's room and found him also awake.

He grinned and lifted his blanket for her, exposing a small patch of his bare chest. She shook her head and lay down on top of it with her blanket...and then placed a pillow between them. Gabe laughed until he saw she was serious.

Thankfully the extra barrier didn't get in the way of her slumber, for Emma soon drifted off. There were no dreams or shenanigans throughout the night, which was a relief and a disappointment for her when she woke up the next morning.

Mother and son got ready for work together, and she headed off for the day with a mix of conflicting feelings.

At lunch, Sophia asked, "Are you still continuing the sleep therapy?"

"Kinda. I dunno, he's doing much better, but when I tried to stop, I ended up not being able to sleep."

"Sounds like you've gotten used to having a man in your bed again. That was quick."

Emma eyed up her friend to see if there was a hint of teasing, but only saw sincerity. "I think you're right. I have to move to my bed, it'll just mean getting used to the old way again."

"It's best," her friend agreed.

Emma went back to work, feeling unsettled, like a decision had been arrived at without her consent.

At home that evening, she found a test on the counter with an A on the top right in red ink. She went to find Gabe and found him in his room.

"Is this what I think it is?" she asked.

He turned to her with a big grin. "It is. Mr. Jay said if I keep this up I'll make a B for the year for sure."

"Oh, honey, that's fantastic!" Emma cheered, covering the distance to him in three steps and giving him a big hug. For several moments she lost herself in the moment before pulling away.

"I couldn't have done it without you helping me fix my sleeping routine. Thanks, Mom."

"You're welcome, of course, anytime. Just keep it up and you'll be graduating in just a few months!"

Gabe's face clouded. "Um, Mom? You can keep sleeping in my bed, right? I sleep so well when you're with me."

The thoughts of why he slept well filled her head as she shook it. "No, I think it's best if I go back to my bed. Now that you've got the rhythm down, best to run with it. Besides, I need to get back to my own bed."

"Okay," he replied. "But remember, you're always welcome."

She smiled and hugged him again, feeling the door close on her shameful pleasure.

That night, mother and son got ready for bed at 11, but went to separate rooms. Emma closed her door, feeling the pull to join Gabe in his bed, but knowing this was better.

Crawling into her cold bed, she huddled up and tried not to think of the warmth in her son's room. They always turned the heat off in the day, but put it back on to get him the best sleep.

The next day dawned to the sight of a wide awake Emma, tossing and turning in her bed. She got up and got ready for work, dreading the day. Gabe also got up, not looking much better than she did. It made her feel guilty, that she was ruining the good work she'd already done, but steeled herself to not give in to her own desires.

Sophia, a true friend, only sighed when Emma got to work, and went to get her a coffee. It was a long day, and by the end of it, the sleepy mom was ready to just curl up in bed and not wake up for a week.

Gabe looked just as good. Bags around his eyes highlighted how tired he was.

They plodded through the evening dinner routine, and by 10pm, both had retreated to their room. Emma climbed into bed, hoping to have a better night.

By 11, she was no closer to sleep, and starting to second guess her decision to cut off sleeping in Gabe's bed. Maybe it would be better to wean off of it? She chuckled darkly at the concept of being addicted to sleeping with her son.

Midnight rolled around, and she gave up. Tossing her blankets aside, she went to his room and opened the door. The figure on the bed in the dark turned to her and said, "Mom?"

She climbed onto the bed, under his blanket and said, "Go to sleep."

The relief they felt at being together again was cut short as they both fell into a deep sleep that carried through to the morning.

***

Emma did much better at work, but still wrestled with her apparent reliance on sleeping with Gabe. It felt wrong, but the proof was in the pudding: they both slept better together. Eventually she vowed to stop worrying about it and go with the flow. If it worked, then it worked.

At lunch, Sophia opened with, "So, is this solo sleeping Emma, or Gabe sleeping Emma?"

Emma didn't even need to answer before Sophia grinned. "I knew it. You're addicted. It's okay, it happens, I guess. I'm not sure when or to who, but it must have happened to another mom and son."

"Ugh, stop. It's not my fault! I tried my best, I just can't sleep in my own bed. Besides, it's helping us both; he sleeps just as bad if I'm not there."

"No, it's actually sweet. It'd make more sense if he was 4, but it's sweet. What do you think he'll tell his first girlfriend? 'Sorry you can't come over, there's no room in my bed for you and my mom.'"

"Agh! You're the worst! I'm never telling you anything again," Emma laughed. She carefully ignored the tremor that went through her heart at the thought of Gabe having a girlfriend.

"I'm teasing. I can see how much better you are when you can share his bed. What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. Maybe once I'm mentally sound again I can come up with something."

"Good luck..." Sophia said as she walked away.

Emma couldn't help but think that not having a plan on how to stop was the same as not wanting to stop, but pushed it away. She'd had a solid sleep after going to his bed, and that's all she was thinking about. Plus, they'd gotten through a second night without any extra-curricular activities, so maybe they'd turned a corner.

Feeling lighter in her heart after making the decision to just keep sleeping in Gabe's bed, Emma finished her day smiling and chatting to coworkers. On the way home she grabbed some takeout for dinner and brought it home to a hungry and grateful son.

"How was school?" she asked, once they'd slowed down eating.

He shrugged. "Not bad. The teachers are starting our prep for final exams, so that's going to take over my life for a while."

"Do you need any help with it? I'm a master with flash cards."

"You're a master at holding a card and asking a question?" he teased with a grin.

"Yes! I do very well at that! Fine, if you don't want my help, I'll just sit back and hope you pass," she pouted.

Gabe rolled his eyes at her act and said, "I don't have much memorization with these classes, but you're welcome to ensure I get good sleep for the rest of the term."

"Oh yeah?" Emma felt her heart thump and goosebumps rise on her neck. It was one thing to admit she got better sleep with him, another to commit to sleeping in his bed for the next several months.

He nodded while taking a bite of food. Emma couldn't help but look at the hand holding his fork and imagine it resting casually on her stomach. Her pussy twinged in response, and she became aware of her breasts in her bra, and imagined how they'd feel in his hands instead.

"Okay," she said, croaking a bit. She coughed to hide how much her throat had closed at the thought of being her son's long-term bedmate. No matter how innocent the offer, the fact remained that during a weak moment she had opened her legs for him. She flushed at the thought of him thrusting away at her, and felt the response in her puss grow.

She turned her thoughts elsewhere, and soon dinner was done and he went to study, leaving her alone until 11pm.

Something felt different about Emma's wait for bedtime. An aspect of the situation had changed. It took her a bit to recognize it, but when she did, she almost laughed. She had butterflies! She was nervous and excited and looking forward to sleeping in Gabe's bed. His invitation and her acceptance felt like an agreement to go down a sultry road full of midnight groping. Of spread legs and thrusting penises.

Face red and hot, Emma went to the washroom to splash water on her face to cool down. She could feel her panties squish with each step, and knew she was at a tipping point: it wouldn't take much for her to go tumbling down the incest hole. Sophia would laugh at her and point out she'd already gone there, but she didn't know how far Emma had already fallen. In the back of her mind, she held onto the hope that it wouldn't happen again...and to the hope it would.

When she felt better, she went to her room to get ready for bed. She pulled out her pajamas and immediately reconsidered them. She just ended up stripping them off every night. Maybe she had something else that would stay on? It was a final, feeble, token of resistance but she was determined to fight to the end.

Pulling out her nightie, she put it on and then dug into her panty drawer until she found a pair that suited her. She hadn't worn this pair of underwear in a long time, since before Allan had left. He liked them because he could see her slit through the sheer material. She liked them because they would stay cool, and on, in the warm room. Before putting them on, she considered the curly blond hair tufted at the apex of her legs. She could use a trim; something else she hadn't done since Allan left.

Ignoring why she might feel the need to groom herself, she went to the washroom and pulled out her scissors to at least look tidy.

When 11 rolled around, Emma was more nervous than her wedding night. Nothing was going to happen, she told herself, and yet she was prepared in case it did. What her decision would be at that time was up in the air...

"Hey," she said, as she joined Gabe, slipping her robe off her shoulders. He turned, and her cheeks pinked when his eyebrows shot up to the roof.

"Hey," he replied.

She slipped under the blankets, ignoring his attention but handing him a melatonin pill.

"Actually, I think I'll skip it tonight...you're enough to relax me," he said.

"Okay," she mumbled, putting the pill on his side table. Her pulse was pounding at the compliment, both in his eyes and his words. She lay on her side, away from Gabe, and closed her eyes.

Sleep seemed to be the last thing her body wanted, and she knew what it preferred. Each shift of her tits in her nighties was amplified, the soft material seeming rough on her heightened senses. She imagined hands on her, cupping and squeezing, and knew her nipples were rigid with arousal.

It took a while, but she did eventually enter dreamland.

Her dreams in the last week had been about Allan. The dream that overtook her this time was about Gabe. They were watching TV, laughing at a comedy, while cuddling on the couch. It was sweet and her heart filled with love for her son.

When the show was done, he stood up and held out his hand for her, which she took. He led her to his room, and slowly undressed her, revealing her body to his ravenous eyes. When she was naked, he laid her on his bed and then she woke up.

It was a cruel awakening. Her body was on fire with lust, pussy buzzing with desire to have a cock inside of her. Feeling like she wanted reassurance she wasn't alone, she felt next to her on the bed, reaching for Gabe's arm...and found it. His breathing was even and filled the room.

At her touch, he seemed to come alive, rolling towards her and ending up with his frame pressed against her smaller one. Right away his warmth got hers rising, until she found even the thin nightie too warm. Bit by bit, she tugged at the hem, letting it ride up until she could pull it over her head and she was left naked apart from her panties.

Emma lay back, feeling Gabe's breath wash over neck. She almost yelped aloud when she felt his hand come to rest on her bare stomach, but managed to hold it in. When his hand roamed up to her tits, cupping them, she felt her nipple pressing into his rough palm and wished he would squeeze her there.

She could feel him against her hip, his hard penis pressing into her flesh, leaving a trail of wetness behind. Unable to resist, she put her hand on it, gently caressing his hot member. Her touch seemed to spur him on again, as his hand left her breast and moved to her panties, quickly digging under the waistband. It was a tie between him pushing and her lifting her hips to get her panties off, and soon she was as naked as he was.

Emma had fully fallen. She only wanted to feel her son on her and in her, to have him take her in his bed. For the first time, she looked at him during their petting, and by the dim light of the full moon streaming through his window, saw his eyes looking at hers.

Gabe lifted up on his elbow, rising over her, eyes locked on hers. When he leaned in to kiss her, she could do nothing but open her mouth for him. Lips pressed, tongues fought, as Emma tasted her son's mouth for the first time. Arousal filled her mouth with saliva that she shared with him, slickening their oral union.

His hand was back on her breast, rubbing around her globe, leaving tingling heat wherever he touched. When she felt his knee brush hers, she sighed into their kiss and spread her legs. Gabe moved between her thighs, his bulk forcing them wider.

Emma fought between wanting to kiss him more, and wanting to watch as he...

"Uhhhhh," she moaned, when she felt his tip brush against her swollen, wet lips. "Go slow," she murmured into his mouth.

He grunted acknowledgement, and then she felt it: the spear of flesh that was her son's cock, easing her passage open. She felt herself stretch to take him in, her pussy engulfing first his head, and then slowly the rest of him. Emma had a man, her man, between her legs again, and couldn't wait for him to fuck her.

The first time, the angle had meant she didn't get all of him. This time she intended to take his entire length. She lifted her knees, angling her hips to give him more room to do his thing. He took it, pushing more of his shaft into her body. The cock-deprived mother was fuller than she'd ever been. When his pelvis hit hers, his balls settling onto her ass crack, she felt a mildly painful punch on her cervix.

This only served to drive her over the edge. The long, slow penetration by her son-lover caused Emma to come like she'd never come before. A body-wrenching, soul-crushing climax. Her hands clutched his arms, and she tossed her head back to grunt through each wave of contractions. Her vagina was rolling with each release, milking her son for all she was worth.