My Uncle Jack was my dad's brother. When he died suddenly in a motorcycle accident, my Aunt Sylvie was left alone. A few months after Jack died Sylvie had a break in at her house. Luckily she was gone that weekend, but she felt vulnerable alone in her house after that, so dad suggested that I stay with her for a while. I was starting the last semester of my senior year of college and I was still living at home to save money. Aunt Sylvie had a big house in a town that was twenty miles closer to my school. She was happy to have me stay so a few weeks before the term started, I moved in with her.
The day I left, my dad took me aside.
"You know your uncle told me before he died that Sylvie has a problem with sleep walking," Dad said. "Sometimes she does weird stuff, so just be on the lookout. If you find her up at night, don't wake her. That's very bad for someone who is sleepwalking. Just guide her back to her bed and she'll go back to sleep. OK?"
"Sure," I said, intrigued. "What kind of weird stuff do you mean?"
"Oh, I don't know," my dad looked away, "It probably won't happen. Don't worry about it."
"Ok dad," I said, "I'll be on the lookout."
I drove away and that night I was all moved in. Aunt Sylvie cooked us a delicious dinner and she kept telling me how grateful she was that I was going to be there.
"Ever since that break in I have been so nervous Darren," she said. "A woman by herself, you never know who is watching your house. Now people know I'm not alone."
As she talked, I couldn't help thinking to myself that my aunt is a true MILF. She knows how to dress and she is just the kind of feminine older woman that guys my age fantasize about. At the gym where I work, there are lots of housewives and moms. Some are real MILFS and for me these types are more interesting than girls my age.
I took in her great legs and full luscious breasts. I knew it was wrong to be thinking about her this way, but I told myself she wasn't a blood relation. She was married to my dad's brother. But Uncle Jack is dead now. Why shouldn't I appreciate Sylvie?
That night I went to bed at about eleven and Sylvie stayed downstairs working at some stuff at her computer. She had her hair piled up and a pair of reading glasses on and in her pencil skirt and fitted white blouse, she looked like a sexy librarian. I lay in bed thinking about her and pretty soon I had a huge boner. I tried to go to sleep, but my thoughts wouldn't let me. In the end, I jerked off thinking about Aunt Sylvie sleepwalking and coming in my room with those big breasts poking through her robe. Pretty soon I got the relief I needed.
The first few weeks went smoothly. We got along well, but I couldn't help wishing I could catch a glimpse of her undressing. I wanted to see those big tits, but she always kept her bedroom door closed.
One night I woke up with a start. It was 3.30am and I was wide awake. Immediately I thought about intruders. Whoever had broken in before might be back. I had a baseball bat under the bed and I slid quietly out of bed and felt for it until I grasped the handle. I was only wearing a tee shirt and jockeys, but I didn't want to waste time getting dressed. I tiptoed to the door and opened it and then I went down the hall past Sylvie's room. Her bedroom door was open, which was weird, but it was dark in her room and I didn't want to wake her up and scare her.
I continued on downstairs, the bat on my shoulder, and then I heard something in the kitchen. It was dark and hard to see, so I sneaked up to the open door and peeped in. The sight I saw made me almost drop the bat. There was my aunt Sylvie in nothing but a pair of panties and a black bra, her body lit up by the open refrigerator. She was standing there in the light, with a vacant look on her face like she had come down for a glass of milk and forgot what she was doing.
I wondered if I should sneak back to bed, but as I looked at her face, I realized she was asleep. This must be what my dad had mentioned. I put down the bat and stepped into the kitchen, thinking I would guide her back to bed. I stepped carefully, not wanting to wake her, but she was totally oblivious to me.
I reached out and gently took her wrist. I drew her away from the refrigerator and closed the door and she followed me obediently upstairs to her room. As we approached her bed, I put my hands on her shoulders to guide her to the bed and suddenly she turned to face me and knelt on the floor in front of me. Before I knew what she was doing, Aunt Sylvie had slipped my jockeys down and was stroking my cock. Then she opened her mouth and began giving me head!
I was so shocked that I just stood there. I instantly got rock hard in her mouth. She didn't know what she was doing and I wanted to stop her, but it felt so good that I couldn't make myself push her away. She sucked me rhythmically and I just stood there the heavenly feeling of her warm wet mouth on my swollen throbbing cock. I gave in to it and soon I felt my orgasm welling up. I was going to cum hard in my aunt's mouth and I wanted to pull out, but then the first spasm shook me and I gripped her hair and shoved deeper in. I pumped my load into her mouth, moaning loudly and gripping her thick soft hair in both hands.
"Suck that dick!" I kept moaning, unable to believe what I was saying to my sweet aunt.
When I was finished, she let my cock slide out and stood up. Her eyes were still closed, thank God, and apart from traces leaking from her mouth, she looked peacefully asleep. But then she unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor. My aunt Sylvie stood there baring her amazing pointy tits. Then she slid her panties down and, before I knew what she was doing, she took my hand and placed it on her clean shaven pussy. Her lips felt swollen and thick, and she was dripping wet.
"Do you like what you see Jack?" she whispered. She reached out and grabbed my cock. "It feels like you like this."
She was right. Even though I had just had the best orgasm of my life in her mouth, the sight and feel of her naked body had made me rock hard again. She lay back on the bed, drawing me down on top of her. I couldn't help myself. I slid my cock into her wet slit and fucked her hard and long. It was the best sex of my life, while she was completely asleep. When I couldn't hold back any longer, I pulled out and shot my load on her tits.
Then Aunt Sylvie turned over and went limp. I found a towel and wiped my cum off her body. Then I pulled the comforter over her and tiptoed back to my own room, completely blown away. My dad must have known something when he said Aunt Sylvie did "weird things" in her sleep. I wondered if he knew how outrageous Aunt Sylvie could get!
The next day I woke up early and drove to school before Aunt Sylvie was awake. I went to the library to look up sleep walking and found a book about it. There was a chapter called "Sexomnia" and as I read, I knew what I had experienced. Sexomnia is a rare form of sleepwalking. The sleeper acts out on sexual dreams. Some sexomniacs get in trouble with the law because they make advances to strangers. Others just masturbate alone, but many act out full blown fantasies of exhibitionism and S&M while they are asleep.
Later that day I went home and found Aunt Sylvie in the kitchen, drinking coffee.
"Where have you been?" she asked. "Oh just at the library," I told her.
She acted completely normal and I breathed an inward sigh of relief. I had been nervous all day that Aunt Sylvie might somehow remember what had happened between us.
"Do you want coffee?" she asked. "Yes, I'll get it," I said and poured myself a cup.
My Aunt looked at me approvingly. "You look nice," she said. "Did you get a haircut?"
