Roofie Nights

Roofie Nights


It was Sunday morning, eleven o’clock when I woke up. I like sleeping in, although I rarely have the time for it. I yawned and stretched my arms. I was still sleepy and a little drowsy, but as my brain was slowly clearing up, I detected the same yearning sensation between my legs I had frequently woken up with the last few weeks. I slid my hand into my panties and felt my pussy. It was wet again, very wet. So wet, the goopy liquid was literally oozing from my lips and soaking the crotch of my panties. My lips were a bit swollen and I felt very aroused, my body was telling me it needed a good, long and hard fuck.

Maybe the years of abstinence had finally caught up with me and changed my body, making my pussy extra sensitive and super wet. Instead of ignoring the urges like I usually did, I let my fingers roam a little longer along the slick opening of my vagina and then let them sink inside me. It felt good and I pumped it in and out a few times more. Before I knew it, my instincts had taken over and I was masturbating like a horny teenager. My soaked pussy made loud squishy noises as two fingers plunged in and out. With my other hand I squeezed my breast and tweaked my nipples. It felt wonderful to surrender to my body’s needs and within a few minutes I was having my first orgasm.
Climaxing on my fingers felt really good, but I knew it wasn’t going to be enough to satisfy the powerful yearning between my legs. I opened my drawer, pulled out my trusty old vibrator from behind my panties and bras and crawled back in bed. I put the cock-shaped toy in my mouth to warm it and get it slick with my saliva before I let it sink deep into my hungry vagina. Not even bothering with turning the device on, I gave myself a good fucking with the nine inch plastic cock. Within minutes I felt the first signs indicate a massive orgasm was building in my loins. I had to bite my lips to keep from moaning out loud, as I was careful not to wake my teenage son in the next room.
I moved my hand away from my breast and began rubbing my engorged clit while I fucked myself even faster than before. The orgasmic pressure kept rising and release was getting very close now; I already felt that tingling sensation that announced an earth shattering cum was imminent. Pushing the vibrator as deep inside me as possible, I felt my body go rigid and the tidal waves of orgasmic pleasure I had been craving for washed over me.
It was over a full minute later when the last of my orgasm was ebbing away and I found myself slumped down in that wonderful rosy state that followed a good climax. Without thinking, I stuck my wet fingers in my mouth, licking them clean of my juices.

Then, as I subconsciously tasted my cum, I noticed something was wrong. I rubbed my finger between my pussylips a second time, scooping up more of the wetness. It was a bit frothy from the vigorous fucking I had given myself, but it didn’t look abnormal. I sniffed it and found it smelled like my pussy, but when I tasted it, there was definitely an additional taste. It was a faint and familiar taste, but I could not identify it. Maybe I should visit my GP and have him check for infections on Monday.

I got out of bed, made my way to the bathroom and stepped into the shower. The first thing I did was to take the shower head, aim the spray of water between my legs and wash away the excessive amounts of lubricating juices. After that I hung it back on the wall and let the warm water cascade down my body, hoping it would wash away the drowsiness from my brain. It did, at least a little, and a few minutes later I exited the shower clean and refreshed.
As I toweled myself dry and rubbed my body with moisturizing cream, I thought of the things I had to do today. Luckily there wasn’t much. Daniel and I had planned to go to see his grandparents, but they had cancelled, so for most of the day I was free to do whatever I wanted. It was a nice day, so maybe I’d do some gardening or get some sun… But first I had to get dressed and fix the two of us some breakfast.
I put on a nice black bra and matching string and wrapped the towel around my head. As I walked out the bathroom, I saw my son’s bedroom door close quickly, leaving just a one inch wide gap. I knew the boy was looking at me, the peeking perv. I loved him to death, but he was at that age that all he could think of was girls. As inconvenient my recent fits of hornyness were, his life must be a hundred times worse. I don’t think I’ve seen him without an erection for months. However, there was no need to deny him a nice view of my firm ass as I walked away from his door.
Seductively swaying my ass, I entered my room again. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I heard Daniel softly groan. Which reminded me, I had to do the laundry today.

Stage 1: Denial


When I woke on Monday morning it was just like the day before, only worse. It was seven thirty, my alarm clock was screaming in my ear and I was feeling awful; tired, groggy and slightly nauseous. As much as I loved Sundays, I hated Mondays. I was honestly contemplating calling in sick when I felt that same craving in my pussy. I pushed my hand in my panties and checked for dampness. My lips were even wetter than the day before. I scooped up a finger of juices and brought it to my face. I noticed a slight difference in texture, but when I tasted it, it was distinctly different from my normal taste. The extra taste I noticed before was much stronger this time.
What I tasted was not pussy juice, at least not all of it. It was no infection either. It was something else, but it couldn’t be; I hadn’t had sex in many months. But there was no doubt about it; what I tasted was sperm.

I could not believe someone had entered my house at night and fucked me while I was sleeping. The evidence was irrefutable, but just to be sure I sank my fingers in my pussy again and examined the juice under the light. It was a cloudy goop, thick with sperm-laden male cum.
Instead of going to the doctor, I was now seriously considering to go to the police. But before I would see them, I needed to clear my head and gather some solid evidence. I decided to call in sick and get some more rest first. I told my son I wasn’t feeling well and told him to make his own breakfast and then go to school. I got back in bed and almost instantly fell asleep again. When I woke up, it was almost noon and I was feeling a lot better. I took a thorough shower, cleaning myself inside and out, got dressed and fixed myself a quick little brunch.
After I was finished eating, I took a tour around the house, meticulously inspecting every door and every window for evidence of forced entry. I found nothing, so the next thing I did was to call a man to change the locks. Maybe the intruder had somehow acquired a key to my home.
Feeling a bit more secure now, I went online and searched for a so-called nanny cam, a cleverly disguised camera that would wirelessly connect to a computer. I found a nice one that looked like a stack of books, which would fit neatly in my room without being noticed. I ordered the camera and it would be delivered within a few days.

I was just finished ordering the camera when the doorbell rang. I walked downstairs to see who it was. It was Daniel who had just come home from school.
“Mom, my key doesn’t work anymore” he said as I let him in.
I couldn’t tell him the true reason I had changed the locks so I improvised.
“That’s right honey. I lost my keys, so I had them all replaced” I lied and gave him one of the new spare keys. “Here, use this one”
“Thanks, mom. Are you feeling a little better yet?”
“Yes sweety, I think I probably ate something wrong. I feel much better now”
“That’s great, mom”
“Come in, I’ll make us a nice cup of tea”


That night, I went to bed early and still not feeling a hundred percent secure. I had a little trouble falling asleep but after a while I did and soon it was morning again. After I silenced the alarm clock’s unbearable shrieking, I was pleased to notice I was feeling a little better and more rested than I had the past two days. With a hand trembling of anxiety I slid my hand into my panties and I was relieved to detect just an ordinary amount of dampness between my pussy lips.
I quickly took a shower and cooked a decent breakfast for Daniel and me. I sent my son to school and went to work too. That evening, I made saltimbocca alla romana with green beans and oven baked potatoes, one of me and Daniel’s favorite dishes. After a wonderful dinner I crashed on the couch while my son was doing the dishes. I was sipping a small glass of the leftover Marsala wine while watching some old romantic movie. As he was finished with his chores, Daniel sat down on the armrest next to me. In his hands he had two bowls of vanilla ice cream with pear and a molten chocolate sauce. It was his way of saying “I love you mom”.

“Hmmm that’s nice, thank you Danny” I said as I dipped the spoon in the sticky chocolate and licked it off before it got hard again.
“Did you do your homework?” I asked.
“No homework today mom”
“Then come sit with me and we’ll watch this movie together”
“Is it a good movie?” he asked.
“Nope, it’s a terrible chick-flick, but you’ll have to get used to those for when you have a girlfriend.”
Daniel groaned unhappily and started to get up again to go to his room.