(My readers might want to have read "Sleepwalker!" first. That may put this one in context.)
My Moms sleepwalks continued and there were sometimes as many as 2-3 incidences a week. I was almost always on the lookout for the first hint of the light tread down the hallway and when it occurred, it always gave me a huge surge in my loins.
I used to make love to my sleepwalking Mom, sometimes on the stair landing, sometimes in my bed, sometimes on the floor and once even against the wall in her own bedroom.
These encounters did not in the slightest impact our daily Mother-Son routines and life carried on as it were. My vacations came and went. I had taken up a fair amount of gym work and was putting on muscles quite nicely. Not muscle bound – just very fit.
One of those ordinary days my Mom told me that her sister (younger by a year) would be visiting us and would stay for about a month or more. My Aunt was coming over so she could get away from her home for a trial separation from her husband of 20 years.
My Mom and her sister have always been close and I have spent many a vacation at my Aunts place. She is quite the opposite of my Mom. Physically I mean. Where my Mom is a tall statuesque girl, my Aunt is just about 5'2" though at that height, she is well proportioned I suppose. To be honest, I had never thought to figure out her figure! She was my Aunt after all. She was nice is all I can think of.
The day dawned bright and I had to go pick up my aunt from the station. She looked radiant as ever and gave me a cheerful hug. She immediately joshed me about my muscles and poked me in the arms and ribs and I threw a few mock body building poses for her. Just like when I was 10 years younger! We had a great ride home. After I dropped her off I went to the library for some reference work leaving the two sisters in a deeply animated conversation.
The next few days were spent chatting late into the evenings and even when I quit the chats I could hear my Mom and Aunt chatting away until I drifted off to sleep.
My Aunt had agreed to bedding in with my Mom and I wondered a few times about the sleepwalking and what followed.
On the third night after my Aunt came to stay with us, I heard something downstairs and softly padded down to take a look and saw a light in the kitchen. I walked up to the door and peeped around it to almost come face to face with my Aunt as she backed out of the refrigerator! She had come down looking for a snack!
She jumped in fright and I had to steady her with a glass of water and offered her a chair. After a few sips of water we laughed about it all. While we chatted in whispers, I noticed her looking at me and realised that I was wearing only my pyjamas. My torso was bare. My Aunt pulled my leg about my body and how girls must be drooling over it! I blushed pink and mumbled something to which she laughed.