Waking up with a milf in her bed

You stirred, waking up out of your sleep. You felt something soft and cushiony around you. You tried to grab it with your hand, feeling what it was—whatever you were grabbing felt soft. A floral and sweet smell mixed with a musky scent hit your nose. You opened your eyes and found your face buried in big mounds that were someone's tits.

The owner of those tits was looking down at you with her big hazel brown eyes. "Are they comfortable?"

You scrambled back. Looked around. You were on a bed. And you were naked. Lying in front of you was the woman whose chest your face had been buried in. She was also naked, her long reddish brown hair spilled across the pillow. She got up, her big tits jiggling with her movements. The area where your face had been buried glistened with your drool.

This woman was Lacey. The one with the sharp eyes and the body that made you look twice every time you passed her. She was a divorcee, living in the next unit. In her forties but didn't look it—curves that were impossible to ignore.

What were you doing here?

You asked her.

She said without any expression on her face.

"That's what I should be asking you. You barged through my door at 2 AM. It was unlocked, by the way—I was doing some late night work. You might want to lock yours tonight."

A small smile appeared on her plump lips. "At first, you just stared at me. Then you said, 'I knew you'd look good in the dark.' Very poetic. Very bold."

She watched you squirm.

"Then you walked up to me—"

You opened your mouth to speak. She held up a finger.

"Let me finish. You walked up to me, looked me up and down, and said, 'I've wanted to taste those tits since the day you moved in.'" She let out a soft laugh. "Then you said, 'That body is wasted on pajamas. You should be naked and spread out on sheets.'"

You couldn't process what she was saying. She tilted her head.

"Then you put your hands on my waist. You pulled me closer. You said—" She paused, letting the moment stretch. "—you said, 'I want to bury my face between your legs and stay there all night.'"

You couldn't speak. She was watching you.

"You pushed me onto the bed. I fell back. You climbed on top of me."

She bit her lower lip.

"And then you said—" She paused again, her eyes glinting. "'I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name.'"

You stared at her, completely frozen. She was looking at you like she was waiting for you to say something.

You couldn't believe that you'd done all this. But you couldn't be too sure you hadn't—because you were here, in this bed, naked. You had a history of sleepwalking when you were young. It had lasted for a while, though it had been years since you'd had an episode. But if you'd done all this while sleepwalking, as the doctor had told you, it could resurface again. And Lacey was really too hot. Once her bra had flown into your balcony—you'd just imagined how big her tits were. You might have let your intrusive thoughts out and acted upon them.

You asked what you did then. She crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. "What do you think happened? You did all that, and now you're asking me?"

You told her you didn't remember. You told her about your sleepwalking condition. You tried to explain.

She laughed, cutting you off.

"A sleepwalking excuse? That's what you're going with?" She uncrossed her arms, letting her heavy breasts fall, the sheet slipping slightly. "Let's see if the police believe that." Your stomach dropped. She is going to involve police?

She tilted her head, studying you.

"I don't know. You broke into my house. You made very, very explicit comments about my body. You touched me. You pushed me onto my bed. You climbed on top of me." She paused. "The question is—are you going to own up to it? Or are you going to keep pretending you don't know what you did?"

You tried to apologize, stammering out words. She shook her head, cutting you off.

"Why should I forgive you when you're not even guilty enough to admit what you did?"

You stared at her.

"If you truthfully accept what you did—and I mean truthfully, no excuses—and if you tell me why you did it, I might consider forgiving you." She smiled slowly. "But if you keep hiding behind 'sleepwalking,' I'll pick up the phone right now."

You swallowed. She wasn't letting you off the hook.

"Try harder."