The darkness was like black velvet in my drunken drowsiness, like someone had heaped soft quilts over me; thick and heavy, weighing me down to my bed, making its comfort even more inviting.
Between my blurred vision and the pitch blackness of my room at 3 AM, I couldn't see a thing. The faint glow cast by my alarm clock barely illuminated the movement in my sheets.
"Is someone in my bed with me?" I thought, "Or am I inebriated so completely that the movement is my own? Is that possible? To be so drunk that you can't feel yourself moving?"
My queries prompted me to investigate. I fought for motor control as I drifted in and out of consciousness, but my struggling was half-hearted. My gentle captors, the darkness, intoxication, and my comfortable bed, kept motivating me to give in.
After struggling like a turtle on its back, I gave up with a sigh and a flop, letting myself sink back into my bed. The darkness slowly swallowed me back in as I drifted back to sleep.
Just as I was about to let go of my weak grasp on consciousness, I felt a heavenly warmth radiating from my lap. The sensation was enough to stir me back to hardly awake, although my brain had already disengaged my body.
I laid there still, unable to move, not even wanting to had been able. The warmth was delightful. I was able to pinpoint the feeling to my crotch, where I could feel that my cock was tensed into an involuntary erection.
I was able to make out other sensations... rubbing, and was that... wetness? It had me reeling. Yes, something warm and wet was definitely working my cock.
"Am I dreaming?" I thought to myself, with the lines of awake and asleep still blurred.
If this was a dream, it was vivid enough to feel real. No, that can't be it. I'd have more control in my own dream. Intoxicated and hardly conscious, all I could do was lay still and enjoy it.
"Am I 'sleep wanking?' Is that a thing? Jacking off while unconscious?" I wondered. When I first saw movement in my bed, I pondered whether I could be so wasted that I didn't realize I was moving. Could this be a case of that, too?
I was doubtful. I couldn't have gotten my hand lubed up in my state, and my cock was slippery wet. Plus, I could feel weight pressed against me. Somebody or something had to be laying on top of me.
I fought to see once again, peering out into the darkness. I managed the ability to move my neck and head, to where I could look down to where the mystery massage was happening.
It was hard to see, but even with my bleary-eyed gaze I could tell that someone was definitely in bed with me. Had I brought someone home with me and forgotten about it in my drunken haze?
I sifted through my foggy thoughts, trying to remember if I had met anyone that may have ended up in my bed. A couple of buddies had taken me drinking to celebrate my birthday, so it was possible.
There were a couple of cute girls I definitely remember chatting up while I was at the bar... but I also recalled that the bartender put me into a taxi when I got too sloppy - alone, since my "friends" stayed behind to chase pussy.
Since I was now sure that someone was definitely in my bed, and utterly clueless as to who it could be, I got concerned.
The worry began to stifle the buzz enough to allow me use of my arms again. I raised a heavy limb and ambled it forward, attempting to grab whoever was with me. It fell, landing in a glancing slide, falling onto my thigh.
I felt hair... longer, soft hair. It was a woman (hopefully), and now I could tell that her face was what had been working my cock as I laid helplessly. Whoever she was, she was taking advantage of me, sucking my dick while I was in my hindered state.
"Lyds?" I slurred, trying to learn the identity of my covert cocksucker.
Oh god, I sure hoped it was Lydia. Since I hadn't brought any girls home, the culprit was limited to the ladies in the house - which meant it had to be either my sister or my mother.
"Mmmhmmm," Lydia hummed, answering with my cock still stuffed in her mouth.
I felt her take a couple of deep slurps before letting my cock fall out of her mouth and whispering, "Happy birthday, coach!" with a hushed giggle.
I sighed, relieved that it wasn't some random stranger - or my mother - who had ended up in bed with me, with my cock in her mouth. Lydia's surprise blow job would have been wonderful to wake up to, had I not been so thoroughly inebriated and tired.
I sunk back into the mattress, my heavy eyes refusing to stay open now that the mystery had been solved. I could feel Lydia's hand grasp my hard-on as she put me back into her mouth, picking up where she had left off.
A sleepy but happy "mmmm" was all I could muster as the sensation of her lips sliding all the way to my base caused a tingling and tightening throughout my loins.
"Lyds, I'm sorry..." I whispered through bumbling lips. "I'm so drunk. I'm so tired." I apologized profusely to express my regret that all I could do was lay there.
Recently, Lydia had begged me to show her how to give a blow job that would keep a man happy. She was trying hard to show me how wonderful of a student she was by giving me a spectacular sucking, as a surprise birthday gift, no less. All I could do was lay there, a catatonic captive to my limp body.
Ever since her blow job lesson, Lydia had been eager to have another session. I couldn't tell if it was because she wanted more practice, or if I had unintentionally turned her into a ravenous cock vampire, and I was easy, convenient prey.
Regardless, Lydia's attempts to corner me were always thwarted. It was always too risky. We had to make sure we wouldn't get busted by our parents. I always had to put my foot down, which translated into me making excuses as to why I couldn't let her go down on me, and promising her another lesson soon.
I suppose Lydia had finally decided to take matters into her own hands. As intoxicated as I was, she knew I wouldn't resist now. She was also keenly aware that her blow jobs were exceptionally good. Lydia was unusually skilled for a novice, and knew that if she could get my dick in her mouth, all concerns about getting busted by our parents would melt against her warm lips.
Our parents! In my drunken stupor, I had completely forgotten that they were not only home, but sleeping in the master bedroom on the other side of my wall.
"Lyds!" I groaned as I struggled to move in protest. "Stop! Mom and dad! They-"
Lydia cut me off by quickly crawling up my body and pressing a shushing finger to my mouth and whispering, "SHUT. UP."
"But they could-" I protested, being stopped again by Lydia putting her palm completely across my mouth, muffling me.
"SHHHHHHH!" she hissed, making me aware that I was speaking in my normal conversation voice - which would be loud enough to wake them up if I didn't stop.
I stopped trying to speak once my drunken mind finally understood. I looked Lydia in the eye and nodded to let her know she could remove her hand.
She didn't. She kept her hand across my face while her other hand kept stroking my cock. I sighed in pleasure as I relaxed a little, realizing that our parents were sound asleep.
