An Unforgettable Nap

An experience shared by Steve:

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I was 14 or 15 years old and my mom and I were watching a movie together on a lazy Saturday. I don’t really ever recall having major thoughts about her other than a natural curiosity about what she looked like nude. At some point during the movie I fell asleep. No recollection about what I was specifically dreaming about, but it was something sexual. I vaguely remember thinking about feeling a girl up. It was a pretty deep sleep.

When I woke up an hour or so later, I tried to get my bearings. My mom had dozed off as well. I had fallen asleep sort of behind her and along her legs with my head was on her hip. I also realized that my hand was right between her legs, caressing a bit, and that her jeans were soaked. I pulled my hand away, sat up, and tried to figure out what had just happened. It honestly felt a little surreal.

My mom woke up shortly after that. She sat up, looking a little out of it herself. She quietly got up and walked to her room. She didn’t look mad or weirded out or anything, so to some extent I recall breathing a sigh of relief. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe my hand hadn’t been there for more than just a moment?

About three minutes later, I heard a faint humming sound from the hallway that led to my parents’ bedroom where my mom had just gone. I remember wondering, “What is that? Could it be…?” I moved closer and listened. As soon as I was certain that it was my mother’s vibrator that I was hearing, my face flushed. After a moment, I moved closer to her bedroom door.

I’ve always thought sex sounds were hot to hear…it’s powerful stuff. At that age I’d never even kissed a girl. So I think the overwhelming feelings were amazement, confusion, and curiosity. Amazed and confused that I’d actually touched my mom like I had. Amazed that my touch had such an effect (although, now I understand better, of course, but in the context of my age and innocence, it was a surprise to me). Amazed also that it led her to masturbate right after it had happened. My curiosity was mainly visual I think. I tried to picture what was going on behind that door. I technically knew what was going on, but I’d never seen woman pleasure herself, so that made me curious, and I wondered what she was thinking about while doing it.

I heard her orgasm twice as I stood there and listened.

The next day she commented to me that I was becoming a young man and so we needed to be careful about how we were around each other. I was honestly at a loss for what to say. She looked at what I’m guessing was my blank expression and said, “You don’t really know what I’m talking about do you?” I shook my head no (even though I did), and she just told me it was okay and not to worry about it, then it was dropped.

I don’t know if that’s a very interesting story or not, but it happened. It still surprises me when I think about it.

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