Cindy was 35 and lonely. Since her divorce, she had lived with her son Chris. She had got pregnant at age 17 and Chris had celebrated his 18th birthday a month before. Cindy had not been involved with a guy since her divorce, about 4 years ago. She was afraid of risky sex and didn't want to complicate her relationship with Chris. Nonetheless, she had a high sex drive and missed being fucked and having a guy get horny for her body. She fantasized about sex a lot and masturbated frequently, sometimes several times a day. She liked to go in the bathroom at work and strip naked. Then she would masturbate and fantasize about being caught and disciplined by her sexy young boss. Although she mainly liked men, Cindy could get off on women too and she occasionally visited a lesbian bar for anonymous (but safe) encounters. She liked to be stripped and fucked in the ladies room, by one hot young butch girl especially, who pushed her against the wall and fingered her to multiple juicy orgasms. Word got around that Cindy was an exhibitionist and sometimes other women would watch her naked and masturbate.
Cindy also loved lingerie and dressing up for a guy. Now that she was alone, she still enjoyed the erotic thrill of dressing for sex, even if it was just with herself. Late at night she put on lingerie and admired her voluptuous body in a full length mirror. On the weekends, she stayed up late, watching porn on her laptop, until she was super aroused. Then she would put on black stockings and heels with a long black sheer robe and show off her curves from different angles in the mirror. She liked to fantasize she was a stripper, being watched by a bunch of horny young men. To prepare, she would shave and oil her pussy and rub baby oil on her firm breasts. Then, by candle-light, she exposed herself slowly for the mirror, opening her robe showing off her nipples and sliding her sheer black panties down her thighs.
As she shook her pale, round ass for the mirror, she teased her clit, imagining the effect on a group of horny guys as they watched her masturbate. She pulled her ass cheeks open and fingered her little hole. Who wants to fuck my ass? How long before they lost control, and began to manhandle her, grope her, hold her down and fuck her? This fantasy made her cum hard, close to the mirror, brushing her oiled nipples against the cool glass.
Cindy had recently been diagnosed with mild anxiety. Her therapist recommended a psychiatrist, who put Cindy on a new medication. She had been taking it for two months and noticed that her symptoms were much reduced, but it affected her sleep patterns and she also began suffering from insomnia. Her doctor prescribed her a sleep aid, but warned her against over-using it, as it had some strange side effects. The first time she took the pill, she slept like a baby. However, she was concerned about the sleeping pills interfering with her anxiety meds and she researched the side effects online. She read that some people experienced memory lapses and there were a few incidents of sleepwalking and bizarre behavior. One woman had walked around her neighborhood naked in the middle of the night. Another reported becoming sexually inappropriate with her boss on a business trip.
Cindy smiled as she imagined herself turning into a sleep-walking nymphomaniac. "Oh my God!" she thought. "I would die if I acted out like that!" But at the same time the idea of being completely taken over by her sex drive and showing herself off to random strangers was a turn on. "What if I went in Chris's room and stripped naked?" That would be terrible!" Nevertheless, the sleeping pills were effective, and she hadn't noticed any negative side effects, so she continued taking them every other night.
On Thursday, Chris was awakened by the sound of his bedroom door opening. He opened his eyes and dragged himself out of a deep sleep. His mother had entered his bedroom. He wondered what she could want at this time of the night. His alarm clock showed 2.30am and his mother never normally disturbed him in the middle of the night. Then he noticed his mom was wearing black lingerie, stockings, heels and a short, baby doll nightie. He could see her pale breasts through the thin material. They were big and shiny and damp in the nightlight's glow.
Chris was about to speak when Cindy leaned back against his bedroom door and slid her panties down her milky thighs. Her eyes were half closed and she looked vacant, as though in a trance. She pushed her exposed pussy out and touched her clit. She was hyper-aroused. Chris could smell her hot scent from across the room. Then she spoke in a sleepy, sing-song voice that was both seductive and innocent-sounding.
"Do you like my pussy baby? Does it make you horny?"
