My Mother the Somnambulist

My Mother the Somnambulist Ch. 03

It's been over 7 years since I published the previous chapter of this story. I've always meant to get back to it but never felt the urgency to do so. After a recent comment about the story from an enthusiastic reader, I revisited the story and realized there was still a lot to be told. Thus, the urgency to write this chapter and perhaps two more. Because of the lapse in time, I strongly urge you to read chapters 1 and 2 for context before reading this. I'm pretty sure it will be worth it.

Part Nine: The Part Where Mom Starts Teasing Me During the Daytime

Dad came home that Friday night and he stayed up late watching TV after Mom went to bed. We chit-chatted about this and that, no deep conversation, but he did seem interested in what was going on with me. At one point, he asked how Mom was doing during the week when he wasn't there, and I covered for her, telling him she was doing fine. He asked if she had any late-night episodes, and I assured him that all was good, and as far as I knew, she was taking her medication and sleeping through the night.

He finally went to bed, and I waited a while, then stepped up quietly to their bedroom door and listened to see if they were having sex. I figured that they must do it on Friday nights, after he had been gone all week. But all was quiet, and I knew my Mom wasn't quiet during sex. I silently crept away and went to my room and went to bed. As I lay there, I wondered if they were having sex at all anymore. It didn't seem like it, but do any kids really know what goes on behind their parents' bedroom door at night? I pondered this possibility as I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning Dad was up early and off to play golf with his regular foursome. Mom and I hung around the house together and she seemed somehow different. Lighter. Airier. Almost coquettish. She didn't follow me around, but she always seemed to be in the same room with me, and if I didn't know better, I would swear she was flirting with me. At one point I noticed that she had disappeared for a few minutes and when she came back into the den where I was reading, she was wearing only very skimpy panties, not much more than a thong, and a tight white cotton shirt with a very low neckline. She walked right up to me so her pussy was about 2 feet from my face.

"Hey," she said. "If I don't wear a bra with this do my nipples show?" I looked up, startled. She was obviously braless, and I could clearly see the outline of her erect nipples. She turned to the side and asked, "I'm thinking about starting to go braless. Do you think this is too much?" She grinned at me and raised one shoulder.

"Well," I answered, "if your goal is for everyone to clearly see your nipples, then it's perfect."

"You can see them, huh?" she asked, with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah, Mom. They are right there, poking out."

"Not bad for an old lady, though?" she asked, turning again so she was facing me. I could see the curve of her ample breasts and her nipples were like two small grapes, just beginning to turn to raisins, sticking out at me. I glanced down at her panties, knowing that her bald pussy lay just beneath them. Did she know that I knew her pussy was bald?

"Hey, look up here," she laughed. "Don't worry, I'm not thinking about going pant-less."

"You're not old, Mom, and you do look very good, but if you're going to go out of the house without a bra, I think you need to wear something less revealing."

"But do you think this is okay for around the house?" she asked, and I realized she was posing a tricky question, perhaps by design. I took the bait.

"When Dad's away, yes," I answered.

"Okay, then, thanks," she said and twirled around slowly once so I could get a full view of her ass as well, then walked out of the room. When she returned, she was wearing shorts but still had her bare nipples poking out. This was not normal behavior for her, and it confirmed that she knew what was going on. It confirmed to me that she had awakened from her sleepwalk during her orgasm, but continued having sex with me anyway. But how could I find out? She didn't seem upset or worried any more. In fact, she seemed happier and more at ease around me than when she was sleepfucking me and maybe only suspecting it.

I also noticed that just before Dad got home from golf, she put on a bra under her top, so it confirmed that she was trying to look sexy for me.

Later that night when we were all in the den watching TV after dinner, Dad got up to go pee, and when he did, Mom started picking up the bowls we had ice cream in. As she walked by me on her way to the kitchen, she leaned down and gave me a very sweet kiss on the cheek, and I swear she was shaking her ass a little when she walked away from me.

They went to bed separately again that night, and shortly after Mom went to bed, I announced to Dad that I was turning in as well. As I walked by their bedroom door on the way to my room, I stopped and listened. I could faintly hear the vibrator going, and I could hear Mom moaning in the low way she did when she was very aroused. It amazed me that she would be doing that when Dad was at home. Why didn't she just get him to satisfy her? It was troubling to me that they seemed to be so far apart.

On Sunday Mom and Dad went to our neighbor's house, the Pettersons, for a BBQ. They invited me, but I wanted to go to hang out with my friends, so I politely declined. I beat them home, and when they did get home, I could tell they were a little buzzed. Dad even offered me a beer, which he had never done before. When I reminded him I wasn't twenty-one just yet, he countered that I was close enough for a beer with my old man, so I had one with him as we watched the Sunday Sports Wrap Up, highlighting the top sports stories of the weekend. Dad wasn't much of a talker, and we sat in silence, sipping our beers, watching the TV. I realized that I didn't really know my dad very well. I mean, he's my dad, and I've known him all my life, and I love him, but he's pretty closed up. He keeps things close to his vest.

I thanked him for the beer, and went towards the back of the house and saw that Mom's bedroom door was closed. I paused and listened for a moment, but didn't hear anything. It was still only about 6 in the evening, though. I went into my room and turned on some music and opened my laptop. As I was browsing through Instagram, my door suddenly opened and Mom walked in, clad in a terrycloth robe, with a towel around her head. She had obviously just gotten out of the shower.

"Did you have a beer with your dad?" she asked.

"Yeah, that was kind of cool," I answered.

"That was my idea," she said. "You can thank me later." I instantly wondered what she meant by that. I let it go.

"Well, it was pretty cool, so thanks." I replied. She unwrapped the towel from around her head and began drying her hair with it, turned, and left the room. Thank her later, I thought to myself. What does that mean? Just a figure of speech or was it suggestive of something else?

Part Ten: The Part Where Mom Fakes It, but Has a Real Orgasm

The next morning Mom was up super early and took Dad to the airport. When she got home I was eating cereal in the kitchen and she walked right up to me and handed me the car keys, telling me that she had stopped taking her medication the day before and she was really looking forward to tonight.

"Why?" I asked innocently. "What's happening tonight?" I thought maybe she was going out with friends or something.

"Well, uh, you know, just looking forward to getting a good night's sleep," she answered. I could tell that she regretted saying that she was looking forward to tonight and was trying to backtrack. But I knew what she meant by it. I let it pass, not wanting to upset the balance of what was going on between us. We both knew, but neither of us was willing to talk about it. At least not yet.

That night, Mom showered before bed and I noticed that she turned in about an hour earlier than she normally did. I went to bed about a half hour later, wondering what the night held in store. What has she been looking forward to? I intentionally went to bed naked in anticipation of what might happen.

My answer came at 11:30 when I became aware that someone had sat on the edge of my bed. I opened my eyes and saw Mom, in her nightgown, sitting on the edge of the bed with her eyes closed. I shifted, moving away from her, giving her room to get into the bed. With her eyes still closed, she pulled down the covers and crawled in next to me, then just lay there, motionless.

I knew she wasn't sleepwalking. Not with her eyes closed. When she was sleepwalking, her eyes were open, but blank. She was pretending. The funny thing was, she didn't know how she behaved when she had her episodes, so she was acting at what she thought she was like.

She lay there for a while, then I sensed movement and soon felt her hand touch me on my side. She began lightly rubbing, moving her hand slowly towards my cock. I looked at her in the dim light and saw that her eyes were still closed. I thought to myself that now that I knew that she was doing this of her own free will, I was also free to completely have my way with her. I reached over and found her breast, her nipple stiff beneath her nightgown. I flicked it once with my fingertip, and when I did she closed the gap to my cock and took it firmly in her hand. I moved towards her as she began stroking my bare cock. I pulled her towards me, bringing my face to her breasts. I nibbled on her nipples through the thin cotton material of her nightie. She gave one of her low groans and began to stroke my cock in earnest. It was so obvious to me that she wasn't sleepwalking, but I kept up the charade.

I kissed and sucked her breasts through her nightgown, then reached with one hand and found the hem between her knees and waist. I began pulling it up, and she raised herself bit by bit off the bed so I could pull it up to her armpits. Then, with her eyes still closed, she sat up and I pulled it over her head. As soon as it was off, she lay back down and reached for my cock again. I dove for her breasts, taking her right nipple into my mouth and sucking it in. Again the low groan of pleasure, but none of the signs of an actual sleepwalking episode.

I went back and forth between her breasts, licking, sucking, mashing, biting, and pulling at her nipples with my lips. As I mauled her breasts, she moaned slowly and deeply. I let my hand wander down her stomach and found her pussy. It was puffy, and wet, and smooth, and bald. She was open in her arousal, her vagina like a flower opening to let the bee in to spread it's pollen. I kissed down to her stomach and I felt her tense a bit.

"Mom, are you awake?" I whispered. As I expected, there was no answer, but she relaxed again. When I looked up at her face, her eyes were closed, her expression blank. "Good. She's asleep," I said quietly, even though I knew she was not and that she could hear me.

I threw back the covers and as I moved down she spread her legs and I took a position between them, my legs dangling over the end of the bed. Her legs spread, her vagina open, she was inviting me to taste her, inviting me to lick her in the most private of places, inviting me to bring her pleasure. My last thought before I moved my mouth to the puffy lips of her cunt was, 'I wonder if she'll make me Chicken Kiev again?'

My lips met her nether lips and I softly licked up the full length of her open, wet slit. Her clit was already erect and when my tongue passed over it, her entire body jerked with pleasure. I paused and lightly licked circles around her clit and this elicited a louder moan as she gently took hold of my head, one hand on each side and guided it up and down her cunt. Each time my tongue would pass over her clit, her body would spasm with pleasure. Holding my head, she began moving it up and down her crotch faster and faster, my nose getting involved as a second vehicle of pleasure as it rubbed an inch or two above my tongue, doubling her pleasure. Her moans had turned to 'Oh's' and she just repeated that sound over and over again, starting with a pause between each 'oh' but as her pleasure ramped up, the spaces between the 'Oh's became less and the volume increased. As I ran my tongue up and down faster and faster, flicking her clit a couple of times each time I passed it, she was soon screaming 'Oh's' in a razor sharp staccato that peaked when her orgasm finally hit her. She clamped her thighs around my head and squeezed as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed her.

Before her climax had even subsided, I locked my forearms under her knees and brought her spread legs up towards her chest, opening her pussy and exposing it. In one motion, I brought my cock up to the opening and plunged it inside her, not gently, not slowly. I rammed it home while she was still in the throes of ecstasy.

"Oh, fuck," she cried out. "Fuck me." I started to ram it in and out of her in an almost savage fashion. I was pounding her, in and out, in and out, and she was giving back every bit of it, meeting every thrust with a counter-thrust, lifting her ass off the bed and rocking towards me to push back against me, leaving not an inch of me not in her. She was almost crying with pleasure as I smashed into her again and again.

We were both crying out with pleasure, building faster and faster towards the peak, the acme, the climax of the fuck. It was feral, it was wild, it was pure instinct that kept me pounding in and out of her, and she pushing back, wanting every centimeter of pleasure that she could get out of me.

I felt my orgasm approaching and I called out, "I'm gonna cum," which only set her off even more. She rose to another pitch of excitement as I began to shoot my pearly seed deep inside her. As I howled through my orgasm, she joined me as hers hit again, this time from the deepest part of her womb.

I pumped and pumped until I was spent, then let her legs down and fell off her onto the bed, winded but deeply satisfied. I lay there for a moment then looked over at Mom, expecting to see her looking back at me. But I was wrong. The charade was still on, so she lay quietly with a blank expression and her eyes closed.

I got up and went to the bathroom, bringing back a moist, warm washrag. I cleaned her up, then quietly said, "Okay, Mom. Time to go back to bed." As she stood, I quickly wiped off my softening penis, then took her by the arm and gently led her back to her bedroom. She went right to the bed, lay down in it, and I pulled the covers over her. As I went to give her a gentle kiss goodnight, I could see that her eyes were closed, and she was still faking it. It confused me a bit, because what had just happened was very real and very intense. I whispered, "I'll see you in the morning. Be safe", and went back to my bedroom. The spot where Mom had been laying was a puddle of our juices, so I scooted over to the other side of the bed and soon dropped off to sleep.

Part Eleven: The Part Where I Realize I Have Two Moms

All morning I was going over what had happened the night before in my mind. Evidently Mom didn't want to admit that she knew we were having sex, but she did want to have sex. I was so tempted to just say, "Hey Mom. I know you weren't asleep last night. It's okay. I'm totally into it." But I could never quite find the moment when it seemed like the right thing to do. For her part, she was even cheerier than she had been before. She was whistling and singing little tunes as she went about her morning business before shutting herself in her office to work.

She had come to me willingly the night before, already aroused, ready for sex. It was very different from the sleep-walking episodes, where she was in a trance and acting on impulses she had no control over. Awake Mom was a bit tentative at first, but once I took the lead, she was able to let go and express herself sexually, even though she hid behind her fake sleeping. But it was fantastic. She was so responsive sexually and it was the real her enjoying it.

I had a great day at school and ran a few errands afterwards. When I got home late that afternoon, Mom was vacuuming in very skimpy clothing. She was clearly not wearing a bra and her full breasts were on full display. I didn't recognize the top she was wearing and I suspected that she may have bought it recently to display her wares. It was a very low-cut tank top with very skinny straps. There was no shortage of side-boob shots as I stood and watched her vacuum. For a few moments, neither of us seemed to find it odd that she was vacuuming as if I wasn't there, and I was just standing in the middle of the room, gawking at her. I wanted to go over and paw at her breasts, but instead, loudly cleared my throat. She went on vacuuming.

"Mom!" I called out in a loud voice. She looked up and seeing me, turned off the vacuum and turned her body towards me. Her nipples were both pointing right at me like little round pebbles. I had an overwhelming urge to suck on them but instead said in a quieter voice, "I'm home."

"Oh, honey, hi!" she said and came over and gave me an uncharacteristic peck on the cheek. "I'm glad you're home. How was your day?"

"It was fine. School, Target, haircut, then home," I answered. She lingered close to me and I wanted so badly to grab her and lead her into the bedroom, but we weren't acknowledging that we were fucking so I couldn't. Instead, I took a step away and added. "Gotta study, Mom. I'll be in my room." Oops, I thought, that almost sounded like an invitation. "I'll be studying there," I added, realizing that I sounded completely stupid.

"I'll call you when dinner's ready, honey," she said and returned to her work. I watched her for another minute or so as her breasts swayed to the back and forth motion of the vacuum. She looked over at me and smiled. "Weren't you going to your room to study?" she asked coyly. Catching myself, I nodded and went to my room.

At dinner Mom announced that Dad was not going to be home the next week as he was originally supposed to be. Evidently he was doing really well and wanted to impress the bosses so he was going to work harder and visit clients all week instead of working from the home office, making contacts and setting up appointments. She explained that he could take an extra hour a day to do all that while on the road and see more clients and make more money for their retirement and my college.

"How do you feel about that?" I asked, knowing that their relationship was already strained by his absence.

"Oh, I guess I'm okay with it," she replied right away. "I mean, I'm disappointed, of course. But on the other hand, I've gotten used to it just being you and me around the house, and I do enjoy that aspect." She paused awkwardly, probably worrying about how I might take that. She continued. "Next year you'll be gone off to University and if he's still in this job, it will be awfully lonely. So better that he does this now, when I have you here to keep me company." Again, an even more awkward pause as she worried if she was being too open about what was going on. Could "keep me company" be interpreted as "keep me sexually satisfied"?

"I'm enjoying it too," I said, easing the awkwardness. I saw her instantly smile when I said that. This was insane, I thought. I'm pretty sure we were talking about fucking, especially when I said that I enjoyed it too and saw how she brightened up. But we weren't talking about it, were we?

"Well, honey, we'll just make the best of it," she said coyly with a slight smile. This was too confusing for me. Yes, Mom, I wanted to say. We'll make the best out of it by using his added time away to fuck each other silly. But I couldn't say that.