I returned to my bed but I couldn’t get to sleep. I was worried about Mom and her state of mind. I could see why the internet articles advised against waking the sleepwalker but I understood why Dad did what he did. From his comments on two occasions about ‘No. Not the girls’, he apparently knew about Mom’s desires to have sex with the twins. If Mom had been sleepwalking for several years, I could understand his concern about Mom making sexual advances toward the twins at ages thirteen or fourteen while sleepwalking. If Mom found that out, she’d be devastated.
My mind was awash in thoughts but I finally drifted off to sleep and woke with Mom squatting by my bed, nudging my shoulder with one hand and jerking on my morning woody under the covers with the other. I came up on my elbows and Mom kissed me quickly and said, “Time to get up. The shit hit the fan last night. You were right. I have been sleepwalking and your father woke me in the girl’s room last night. It was a startling experience. I’m sorry I didn’t really believe you when you told me before. Your Dad says you are searching the internet for some sleepwalking expert. I guess since I did that as a kid, I shouldn’t have dismissed the possibility as an adult.
I pushed the covers down to my thighs because I was going to cum soon and Mom wasn’t paying any attention to where it was going to go. I groaned to remind her of what she was doing to me. Without missing a beat, Mom pushed her lips to my crown just in time to catch my load of jizz. She continued the hand job until I was done and she pulled her lips back and licked the cum from the ‘eye’ and then licked around her lips. “Mmmmm.” She pushed herself up and pulled her robe together and synched the tie around her waist. She said, “No time for a shower. Your Dad is running late. Hurry.” I pulled my feet to the floor and stood up and caught her at the door and pulled her back out of sight of the hallway. I knew she was upset and distracted. I pulled her to me and hugged her open robed body to mine. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. Then she whispered, “This is terrible. The things I’ve done. I made your father tell me each and every one and what I did.” She giggled then and said, “At least your father was enjoying himself. I guess we’ve been having a better sex life than I thought.” She giggled again and pulled back. I let her go and she went down the hall and down the stairs.
Dad was already at the table eating his cereal when I sat down. My cereal bowl was in my spot and Dad said, “Hurry up. I’m late and you know how I hate being late.” I nodded and grabbed my coffee cup and drank down half of it in one gulp. I wolfed down my cereal to catch up with Dad. Mom gave us both a kiss and a hug and then Dad gave her another more passionate kiss and pulled her hips into him by her ass under her robe. She didn’t object like she usually does.
I smiled at Mom’s red face as I followed Dad through the front door. She grinned at me and stood watching in the open door until we were out of sight.