Sneaking peaks at my mom when she sleeps
As I mentioned in my previous story, I was around 11 when I saw my first naked girl which was my 23 year old redhead sister. She was drunk and sleeping, and was absolutely stunning.
After that night, nothing was different technically. Obviously my sister had no clue I saw her by the pool or in her room, so life continued as normal, and a few days later she left… but something in me was awakened and I wanted to see and know more… but I was still just an 11 year old living in a secluded area with no friends.
It was an odd home life because of things I wouldn’t understand for years… but since my siblings were grown, it was really just my parents and myself in this big ranch house. My parents fought all the time and my dad spent most of his time downstairs playing on his new computer. This was the mid 90’s and personal computers were becoming a thing. He would spend hours down there just staring into the screen playing different strategy games.
My mom spent her time in the kitchen talking on the phone, and usually at night, I would be in the den watching TV. My parents also had frequent game nights where they played bridge and rummy, and they went with their best friends… but more on that in part 3.
On a typical night, I would go to bed earlier since I was a kid (obviously)… soon after my mom would go lay down and my dad would still be downstairs in the basement on his computer. Before I found the magazines and saw my sister naked, I didn’t think anything sexual about my mom, in the same way as my sister… but now my eyes have been opened to women and sex.
After being put to bed, I didn’t go to sleep immediately, and instead, sat up and watched Nick at Nite and other shows… and occasionally I’d have to go to the bathroom, which is how the incident with my sister happened… but she was long gone now.
When you came down the hallway with the bedrooms, my room was to the left, the bathroom was directly across the hall on the right, and at the end of the hall was the master bedroom, which had open double doors. I went to the bathroom, came out, and when I did, I noticed my parent’s lights were still on and I looked in the open door (it couldn’t even be considered peeping or snooping – the double doors were wide open and the lights were on) and against the far wall, I noticed my mom was sitting in bed, propped up at like a 45 degree angle in a reading position.
Just a very picturesque image of a petite, middle-age redhead woman, in an upscale bedroom with all the extra pillows and the padded headboard and the nonsense, with her reading glasses on, wearing a silk or satin nighty halfway under the covers…. completely passed out and snoring.
Like I was drawn in by a beam, and I couldn’t help but walk closer. I could hear my dad in the distance downstairs with the game making noises as he fought in some battle, and I knew he was gonna be there a while, so there was nothing to worry about.
I softly walked into my parents large bedroom and got closer to my mom, and just like my sister, I just looked at her but didn’t touch or cross that line. Looking back I could have… I didn’t know as a 11 or 12 year old, but my mother took valium and was out cold. Even if I knew that, I didn’t know what I was doing, so it was irrelevant… but I probably could have done anything and she wouldn’t have known.
I walked right up to my mom’s bedside and there she was… an average, petite redhead wearing her reading glasses with the blanket up to her stomach, her silk or satin nighty (I just know it was thin, smooth and shiny, LOL) and her book face down on her chest with her hands on it.
“mom… mom…” I softly said as I nudged her shoulder to try and wake her, but nothing.
My heart was racing with thoughts about seeing what she looked like naked, but I was still just a boy and it was still my mom and that just didn’t seem possible. I tried to wake her a few more times and then decided to just take her glasses off softly and remove the book, putting her bookmark in and placing it on her bedside table. When I did, it revealed the low dip in her nighty that showed some cleavage and some small curves.
I stood there for a few minutes debating what to do, just looking down at her… she was right there… this pretty, petite, woman with dark red shoulder length hair who unknown to me was on sleeping pills… and her nightgown was low between her boobs… I could easily have slipped my hand in and touched her… but luckily, my mind wasn’t that dirty yet and I didn’t cross any lines. Plus my dad was right downstairs and could come up at any time. It was unlikely, but he could, so… I took one last look, turned around and went to bed.
The next night after being put to bed, I paid more attention. You could clearly hear the footsteps up and down the hall, and there was a clear difference between my mom who was 5’1″, petite and maybe 100 pounds, versus my dad who was 6’0″, had grey hair, a big mustache, a big beer belly and was probably 250 pounds.
I waited a while and watched TV as usual… back then Nickelodeon turned to Nick at Nite and had old sitcoms and shows like Mr. Ed and Bewitched. I watched for an hour or two until things got quiet or I had to pee… and then I would come out of my room. I instantly looked to my left and into my parents room, and it was exactly the same as the night before. I guess this was her routine, I just never noticed before.
My mom was in the exact same position, wearing her reading glasses, and passed out with a book on her chest and the blanket pulled up to her waist. In some ways.. it seemed completely innocent and I just took off her glasses and put her book away, and most of the time, that’s all I did.
I didn’t know she was on sleeping pills, so I mostly just looked while she laid there in the exact same position every night…. propped up a bit, in a similar nighty, with the lights completely on and her head tilted sideways a bit, out cold… but I figured she was just sleeping and could wake up at any moment.
Eventually I started to get hard and started playing with myself. This became the nightly routine… I watched an hour of TV, then went out and found her passed out in the same position. I would go in, look at her, take off her glasses and book, get hard after a few minutes and go into my bathroom and jerk off (the same one connected to my sisters room).
After a few weeks I escalated things a bit. I would remove her glasses first and then go for the book. While removing it, I would slowly graze her boob with my hand above her silk nightgown… and just that graze with the soft fabric and the feeling when there was the hardness of her nipple on the back of my hand… wwwooooooowwww…… for my little 11 year old hormones, that was enough and off I went into the bathroom to take care of myself.
After a few more weeks of that, I would try to nudge her nightgown to the side or barely lift it up so I could get a peak at her nipples, but I was terrified of waking her or my dad coming upstairs, so these were always quick interactions. The hallway was long and the door was wide open with the lights on, so there is no hiding if he walked up… the only excuse could be that I was helping her by taking off her glasses and putting her book away, which is why I never risked getting in bed or trying something sexual…. because that clearly wouldn’t make sense.
This continued for a long time and became my routine. She would put me to bed, I think at 9pm… and then by 10 or 11, she was out. I would go in there, take her glasses off, graze her nipple or try and sneak a peek… and go into the bathroom to take care of myself, and that was mostly it…. but a few times, I had to know more.
Before going in, I would quickly peek at my dad over the railing and he was 100% into his game – so into my parents room I went. I did my same routine, glasses first… then the book… and graze her boob and nipple a bit… back and forth against the back of my hand until it got harder… I was too scared to put my hand inside her shirt and touch her bare skin. I figured she would take up instantly, so I just rubbed through the fabric…. but I wanted to know what her pussy looked like.
Since her hands were near the top of the blanket, I thought that would be too risky… so I lifted up the bottom of the blanket, off the corner of the bed and within seconds, where were her legs. Her little nighty only went halfway down her thighs… and just like with my sister, she had one leg slightly bent.
To my delight and surprise, she wasn’t wearing panties and there was her pussy with a little patch of light red hair. I looked at it for a second or two and that was enough… I put the blanket back, ran to the bathroom and took care of myself. I did that a few more times, getting a bit more adventurous each time, but never anything crazy. I would lift the blanket up and take a closer look, getting my head to where I could smell her… but never touching.
And this became my routine at night while I was 11 and 12. Sometimes I would just graze her boobs and enjoy that, and sometimes I would take a peek below, but it made my heart race so much I thought it was going to explode. I knew I needed more, but this was too risky with my dad downstairs and it being my mom…. I needed someone else to explore and play with… but who.
which brings me to part 3…
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