Snoring Pays Off

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Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft, mt/Fa, Teenagers, Drunk/Drugged, Incest, Mother, Son, Daughter, Light Bond, First, .

Desc: Incest Sex Story: Horny teenager (redundancy intended), is used as a sex object. Copyright 2007, Wyden Long

My mom and my sister always used to bitch about the amount of noise I made when I snored. Although their bedrooms were on the other side of the hallway, and all doors were closed in between, they said it was still hard to sleep when I got going. It wasn't so much the loudness, but I guess I have sleep apnea and simply stop breathing for fairly long periods when I sleep. I will be sawing away at those dream logs and will stop in mid-saw, with no sound at all for long enough to make them wonder if I died. They say it's the not knowing that makes it so hard to ignore.

I'm not totally insensitive to their complaints, even though I don't feel at all guilty because of what my body does or doesn't do while I'm asleep. One night I decided to leave the video camera running all night as I slept, to make a record of it. I wasn't convinced that it was as bad as they claimed, and I wanted to time the duration and frequency of the periods of apnea. Maybe it was something to see a doctor about.

It was summer time and I always slept nude, usually on top of the cover. I prefer fresh air when I sleep, even if it is a bit warmer than the air conditioning. There was no need to leave the light on as my camera is very light sensitive and there was plenty light from outside to record everything clearly. I wasn't going for detail or art--only facts.

The following Saturday, I rewound the tape and kicked back with a stop watch to make my timing measurements. I fast forwarded the tape until I saw my diaphragm start to jiggle, then rewound it to the start of the action. Man! They were right! I was truly whistling Dixie as I slept. It was hard to know exactly how loud it was because the camera's automatic sound adjustment had cranked the volume way up when there was no sound at all, so I had to wait a second until the camera adjusted. It was still very loud, but nothing compared to that first blast.

The noise seemed to peak right at the point where I stopped breathing. I timed it and found that I went two minutes without breathing, which is about twice as long as I can hold my breath when diving.

I noticed one other "little thing". When I stopped breathing, my dick grew into a stick of wood. With no conscious stimulation and without touching myself in any way, my pride and joy swelled larger and larger until I wondered if it ever got that big when I was awake?

Was I dreaming some good fuck scene? Was it only oxygen starvation? I had read about some guys who strangled themselves into unconsciousness to heighten an orgasm, but had never considered trying it. Was this what it was all about? A natural asphyxiation technique? This was very interesting and intriguing stuff.

I ran the tape a while longer and timed a few more episodes without learning any more than I had seen at the first occurrence, so I hit the rewind and went to the bathroom to drain the old lizard. Even if it was my own prick I had been watching, the repeated scenes of arousal had affected me somewhat and I considered beating it off for a moment, then decided to run down to the kitchen for a bite, instead. A growing boy must eat to keep up his strength. Right?

I was halfway down the stairs when I realized that I had almost seen something at the instant I pushed the rewind button on the VCR. Thinking back, I was nearly certain I had seen my bedroom door start to open, but pushed the thought away. Who would have come into my room? I went on to the kitchen before going over to Ron's house to shoot some baskets.

Later that night, I couldn't get the idea out of my head that I had seen that door start to open, so why not check it out? It took a few minutes to fast forward through the stuff I had seen and the only way I knew it was showing something new was when the door was flung open and my mom rushed through the door at 6x speed, watched me for a minute, then pulled up the hem of her robe and started rubbing her pussy! What! My mom? My mom, the virgin queen who didn't allow any discussion of sex around the house and did her best to indicate that Julie and I were the result of virgin births?

I switched to normal speed after rewinding to the point where she came in and sat back, completely stunned to watch it again. I half expected it to be different the second time, but no, there she was. The door was pushed open very slowly as if she wanted to make sure not to wake me up. She came to the bed and looked down at me with an expression I couldn't read in the dim light.

As she watched, I went through another apnea episode, with the resulting woody as before. There was enough light to see her eyes get bigger and bigger and to see her hands steal toward her crotch. She appeared to be fighting the urge to rub that thing, but was losing the battle. A few times her hand seemed to want to reach out and touch the woody, but so far she had won that one.

Apparently, it wasn't enough to merely rub herself through her thin robe, she needed direct contact and perhaps insertion in order to complete the task at hand. Unbelievably, she hitched her robe higher and higher until her dark patch was clearly visible. As I watched, my woody matched the on screen version in every detail except that I was hammering away at this one and the one on the screen was merely bobbing a few inches from Mom's face as she silently fingerfucked herself.

Although she was extremely quiet, I was no longer breathing, so all the sound in the room was the sound of her heavy breathing, which the camera automatically cranked up to normal levels.

Have you ever tried beating your meat while listening to the sounds of a woman in heat, bringing herself closer and closer to an enormous climax? It was a first for me, too, but I came with her. If the camera had been on then, it would have had to crank the sound down a bunch to keep from overloading. My grunts and groans must have echoed through the entire house. Luckily, the family was accustomed to strange noises coming from my room.

I sat there in a pool of cooling cum and watched as my mom slowly wound down from her high, dropped her robe and silently left the room with her head down. It occurred to me that she must have a hell of a time with her guilt after something like that. I wished there were some way to comfort her, but I knew that I dare not mention it. She would die of embarrassment.

Over the next few days I pondered what had happened and wondered if there was anything I should do before deciding that it wasn't my problem. I hadn't initiated anything or participated in any way other than to record something for myself that happened to include another person. Best to simply forget it and move on.

On the other hand, I couldn't help wondering if she ever did it again. This time I set up the camera to catch her. She had obviously not seen it the first time and probably never imagined that a video camera would work in such low light conditions. Mine advertised that it would work by starlight. Just in case she should look around, I concealed the camera in my bookcase and taped over the recording indicator light.

It was hard to wait until the following evening to replay the tape, but there wasn't time before classes. After dinner, I rewound the tape and fast forwarded all the way through without seeing anything other than a succession of woodys.

The following night was the same, and the night after that. Five nights went by with no action and I was on the verge of concluding that it had been a one-time fluke that I had just happened to catch. This conclusion was somewhat reassuring to me, as it fit more within the character that was my perception of my mother.

I decided to give it one more shot before putting the camera away. Since I wasn't really expecting anything, I was reading a book with one eye while the VCR sped through the tape and nearly missed it. In fact, I just happened to look up in time to see the door closing.

Paydirt! I unlimbered my prick and grabbed a handful of meat as the tape rewound to the door opening. I couldn't wait to watch my mom get off again and try to time myself to go with her. I still had the original tape and played it often, just to listen to her breathing as she got off.

My hand was halfway down on a long stroke when the tape got back to the point of the door opening. I was prepared to see my mom come in again, but the shock of seeing my sister entering my room in her little frilly nighty almost made me rake my fingernails across my balls.

You've got to understand now. Seeing my mom in that situation was so unreal that it was hard to fully accept the fact that it had happened. I didn't think of her as a sexual person, but my sister? Ah, that was an entirely different matter. I thought of my sister as a sexual person at all times.

How many times had I tried to find some way to sneak a peek at her body or any part thereof? How many times had I jerked off to the memory of some near miss down her blouse or up her skirt or some imagined crease in her bathing suit? My sister fueled most of my teenage fantasies. Now she was approaching the bed where I slept on my back, sporting an enormous erection. Her hand was in the same position where Mom's hand had been.

Was this some sort of conspiracy? Had they colluded in some manner for some obscure reason or was it simply the fact that they were very similar in many ways and had apparently made the same decision regarding me, only days apart?

My hand fairly flew over my bursting rod as I watched to see whether she would go as far as Mom, or even further.

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