Mom was in the hot tub when I came through the three-season room onto the deck. She had a glass of wine in one hand and she raised a beer can for me as I stepped in to the hot water. With the sunburn I’d got the day before, the water seemed scalding and it took me a few moments to settle in as I groaned in pain. Mom giggled and said, “You should have used sun-screen yesterday.”
After overheating in the hot tub, we cooled off in the pool and then moved to the lounge chairs. Mom had several glasses of wine and I had a couple beers. I tried hard to ignore her erect nipples pushing against the flimsy triangles of material that was a stretch to be called a bikini top. It was double hard because Mom wasn’t ignoring them as she ran her right index finger over one and then the other. Her eyes were closed so she didn’t see me watching her do that. I adjusted the position of my erection in my suit.
At dinner that night, Dad announced that he would be on travel for the next few days. The twins queried him on why but he would only say that it was for work. He must have already told Mom because she didn’t react to the news.
My first thought was, ‘What about Mom. Who will watch out for her sleepwalking escapades? Who will keep her safe? Who will guide her back to bed?’ There was no one to ask. Mom didn’t even know she sleepwalked and if I asked Dad, he would know that I knew about the sleepwalking sex in the hall. Mom’s sleepwalking episodes happened about once a week, at least since I’d been home, but she had sleepwalked last night, so hopefully Dad would be home before she had another one. The problem with that theory was the morning’s episode of cleaning the spot on the rug and the rest. She was clearly sleepwalking only hours after sleepwalking last night.
That night I struggled to stay awake after Mom and Dad went to bed. The research suggested that a sleepwalker was usually active an hour or two after going to bed. That seemed to be true for the couple of episodes I had witnessed. Nothing happened and I woke at the usual time the next morning.
When I came downstairs, June and Julie were kissing Dad goodbye in the foyer as they headed for school. Julie threw me an air kiss and stared at my crotch before making eye contact again and winking. June just scowled at me. I didn’t know what problem she had with me other than the fact that I was a pervert. They went out the front door.
Dad’s bags were packed by the front door and he hugged and kissed Mom. He said his goodbyes to me and we man-hugged. He picked up his bags and turned back to me and said, “Take care of my girls,” as he hugged Mom to him and pinched her ass. “You have my cell phone number if you guys need me.” I nodded and smiled as he pushed his way through the door. Mom and I stood side-by-side in the open door and watched until he drove away. Mom hip-checked me and said, “Well. I guess it’s you and me. What do you want to do today?” I shut the door and shrugged indifference but I knew damn well what I wanted to do. I knew it wouldn’t happen but I vowed that if it ever did, I wouldn’t be the frightened wuss that I was yesterday.
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