I was getting close and it sure looked like she was too. I wanted to hold off until she had her orgasm, and in the end, we both came within a second of each other. Mine enhanced hers and vice versa. Mine was powerful and left me drained with aching balls. Hers just oozed out of her as she groaned through the whole thing. It took longer than her previous orgasms. I wasn’t sure when it ended but after a while Mom’s eyes opened and she grinned up at me and said, “Fuck. That was awesome.” I was happy that I had pleasured her with my experiment. The glans-fuck would be a favorite of ours.
I pulled my knees out from under her ass and rolled over to Dad’s side of the bed, still gasping for air. Mom took huge gulps of air and muttered, “Jesus…Jesus…Jesus,” as she exhaled and then inhaled again. We both just stared at the ceiling for a long time before our breathing was back to normal. I wondered what Mom had left in her bag of tricks. I was hoping that I could keep up. Fuck, my balls ached.
When Mom was breathing normally again, she reached over and shut off her lamp on the nightstand. The instant darkness was startling. Mom rolled on her side facing me and then scooched herself closer to put her head on my shoulder and press her tits to my side. She kissed my hardened nipple and whispered, “Goodnight, Sweetie.”
Mom had never called me ‘Sweetie’ nor ‘Baby’ before the last couple days. She called Dad ‘Honey’ on the phone and she had always called him that unless they were arguing and then she called him ‘Ass-hole’. He often referred to her as ‘Babe’ unless they were fighting and he’d call her ‘Bitch’. Once, when he was particularly angry, he called her ‘Cunt’. Once.
I had no clue what Mom and Dad’s sex-life was like other than these sessions in the hall when she was sleepwalking. Still in the back of my mind was the possibility that she was faking her sleepwalks for the sole purpose of forcing Dad to have sex with her. It was just a thought though. If I had to bet, I’d bet that she was really sleepwalking and based on the phone sex, I’d bet they had a great sex life. That reminded me; Mom hadn’t had a sleepwalking episode for a few days now, other than the weird episode in the pool today. That might have just been a vivid dream. I had already resolved to do what Dad did to guide her back to bed after she sucked my cock or goaded me to fuck her standing up like beside the twins bedroom door.
My mind flashed back to the twins and my fake sleepwalking sex session on the sofa. My cock responded to that memory. The twins would be home tomorrow afternoon. Probably, early afternoon, if the bus left at the crack of dawn. Mom’s hand was resting on my stomach. She liked to run her fingers in the peaks and valleys of my abs. I had a pretty defined set of six-pack abs, but I wasn’t willing to put in the time to make them really ripped.
When Mom felt the covers tent above my hardening cock, brought on by my reliving sex with June and Julie, she slid her hand down through my pubic hair and wrapped her fingers around my shaft. She mumbled something but she was asleep or nearly asleep. She just held it. My balls ached as though they recognized the imminent call for an ejaculation and were not prepared to deliver the goods. I put my hand on her wrist to make sure she wouldn’t start jacking on it.
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