Well, as I awoke the next morning with a very heavy head from all the beer the night before many thoughts crept into my mind.
One was "What the hell did I do last night?" as I really wasn't sure. Another was "Did I dream all that shit or did mom really stop by?"
I had to quit drinking so much that it would screw up my memory. My wife was sleeping soundly beside of me and I never heard her come in from work. I didn't even remember comming to bed last night. I had on clean underwear and my memory failed me yet again because I didn't even remember putting them on.
At least it was Sunday and I could relax all day and try to remember what the fuck I did the previous evening. My mind was quizzing me trying to bring things to the surface.
The blurred memories I was able to summon to the forefront were feeling like a dream. "Did I get in the pool naked with my mother?" was a disturbing thought. Even more disturbing was the fact that I was aroused thinking about if I had.
"And what about Debbie, was she at her mother's late last night?" I thought as well.
These questions all needed answers because my brain couldn't relax until I knew for certain what went on. I popped a few asprin and grabbed a bite to eat to hopefully settle the pounding in my head and allow me to sort things out.
I switched on the tube and turned it to an old movie I had seen a few times and basically sat with my head in my hands. I know I am an exhibitionist but would I really resort to being naked in front of my own mom? What if she drops by this evening to visit, do I act like nothing happened or did anything really happen? It didn't appear my headache was going away easily.
I must've dosed off in the recliner because the next thing I knew my wife's alarm was going off because she had to go to work. The nap must have done some good though because my head was no longer thumping as it was earlier. She showered and dressed without any questions of the evening before and I was relieved at least by that. I walked her to the car and kissed her bye for the night which was the usual when she had the weekend shift. All seemed normal so nobody had said anything to her about me being drunk and naughty.
I was relaxing on the deck when Debbie pulled in behind her mom's house. I took a deep breath and hoped nothing would happen yet again, and I was rewarded as she and her mom drove away to church. "Maybe I was dreaming all that crazy shit!" I reassured myself.
I stood and stretched and noticed a bunch of crap floating in the pool. "Well, here we go again." I told myself as I knew I had to skim that shit away. I went inside and put on my usual spandex shorts and white tee shirt and went about the task at hand. When I finished I went inside to grab a drink. There was only one beer in the fridge and that put my mind to work yet again. "There was at least two cases yesterday and now only one can, damnit man, I did get shitfaced, didn't I." I said out loud to myself.
I went to the outside trash can and sure enough all of the empties were there. "I couldn't have drank all of those alone." I told myself. I went into the bathroom and checked for wet clothes. Sure enough my wet shit was in the hamper, but my wife's suits were still hanging and were quite dry. "Maybe I spilled a lot of that shit." I said. "After all, I did feel quite shitty this morning." I continued. The dry suits confirmed they had not been used, but then again my flash memories told me mom didn't wear but the one earlier and it surely had time to dry on it's own being hung that way.
I grabbed a soda and went back to the deck to think some more. I was very confused and just the attempts to remember were frustrating as hell. The thoughts that seemed like a dream were causing my dick to stir a bit. It actually made me horny thinking about skinny dipping with mom, but the idea that Debbie was only a door away at the time made my erection start pulsateing and created a huge bulge in my shorts. "I hope the fuck mom stays away tonight." I said as I rubbed my dick through my shorts.
It was now getting a little dark out and Debbie returned with her mom and walked her in the house. They were both dressed nicely so I was certain they had been to church that evening. From my vantage point I saw a light come on upstairs next door and could make out a shadow passing by the blinds. I imagined the blinds opening and Debbie changeing out of her church clothes in my line of sight.
I guess my imagination took me away briefly and before I knew what was happening my mom was entering the gate to the rear of my yard. I jerked my hand away from my bulge which I was rubbing pretty hard to the thoughts I was having about Debbie. Now I was concerned again about the previous evening.
"Hey hon," mom said "Have you had supper?" she asked.
