She pushed a cup of coffee across the bar and bent down and put her elbow on the counter and said, “Did you sleep well last night?” Her robe parted slightly and more cleavage showed. I tried not to look but I couldn’t help it. June was probably correct. I am a pervert.
“Better. I think,” I said. “I’m getting used to the bed all over again. How about you? Did you sleep okay?” I glanced into the gap of her robe again. She probably realized where I was looking because she stood up and pulled her robe tight and synched the belt.
“I think I slept okay. I don’t remember waking up, but I feel tired. What’s with that?” I just shrugged and tested the coffee with a tentative sip. The fact that Dad had not told her that she’s sleepwalking told me that he was a dirty old pervert too. He was getting crazy hot sex every time. He had to be loving it. I know I was. I wondered how long this had been going on before I came home from college for the summer. Last night seemed to be the first time that June and Julie knew anything of it. So, I couldn’t get any information from them. I finished my coffee and went back to my room to further research sleepwalking to see if there was anything dangerous about this condition. I was concerned for Mom’s health and safety.
An hour later, Mom appeared in my doorway and said, “Honey, I’m going to lie down and take a nap. I seem exhausted and it’s not even ten o’clock. Don’t let me nap too long or I’ll never get to sleep tonight.” I nodded and she went to her room.
When I went downstairs, Mom’s bedroom door was open and I noticed that she was lying on her back in her robe. One hand was in perched, unmoving on her pubic mound, separating her robe. There was nothing much to see because her hand was covering her sex. The weight of her hand had separated her robe all the way up but both of her breasts were mostly covered. I decided to let her sleep another half-hour and then wake her.
When I went back upstairs after the half-hour, Mom was sitting on the edge of the bed. She had shrugged off her robe and it lay at her waist on the bed. I assumed that she was already awake and I jumped back into the hallway and said, “Sorry Mom. I didn’t know you were already awake.” There was no response at all and I said, “Mom? Mom, are you awake?” Again, no response. I looked around the doorframe and she was in the same position. Her head hung slightly and she was staring at a spot on the carpet. Again, I said, “Mom?” No response.
Then she slid forward to her knees and then on hands and knees as she moved across the floor to the spot she had been staring at. She sat back on her feet and poked her finger to the carpet and then started scrubbing at it. I couldn’t see anything particular that she was scrubbing on but in her mind’s eye there was obviously something.
I stepped up behind Mom’s naked body and bent down to touch her shoulder like I had seen Dad do but she ignored the contact. I said, “Mom. Let’s go back to bed.”
She violently shrugged off my hand from her shoulder and loudly said, “No. I have to clean this.” I backed off. I hadn’t seen her like this. I preferred the other sleepwalking Mom. I stood there and watched her scrub on the carpet with her fingers. I didn’t dare leave her alone. Then she pushed herself up to her feet and turned to face me. She just stood there and I took the opportunity to examine her gorgeous body in the bright light of day. My cock was rock hard. I couldn’t help it.
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