Now Dad was spilling his guts as he explained what Mom does in her sleep but he didn’t go into any of the sexual activities that I had witnessed. I was trying to find out how long this had been going on and Dad told me she had been sleepwalking off and on for several years and she still wasn’t aware that she was doing it. I didn’t reveal that I had witnessed the fruits of her affliction.
Mom was not happy to find Dad and I sitting in the sun-room with a dozen empty beer cans piled on the end tables. June and Julie poked their heads in the doorway just to get a glimpse at the stupid looks on our faces. They tittered and left Mom to properly admonish us. She was much harder on Dad than me even though he was kind of oblivious to her ire.
Mom was just getting cranked up when he passed out. That made her even more angry so she turned her venom on me. I just let her vent and after ten minutes she said, “Help me get your father up to bed.” He kind of came to, as we were bouncing from the stair railing to the wall. His arm was over my shoulders and Mom was trying to help in the confined space of the stairwell. He blathered something out that was incoherent but he was out when I laid him on the bed. I stood back while Mom undressed him and I helped her get him under the covers.
Mom looked at me closely in the hallway and asked if I was going to make it to dinner. I suppose that was in response to my obviously inebriated condition. I hesitated a few moments trying to clear the fog to give her an answer.
I opted for dinner and getting some food in me really helped. The twins kept looking at me and tittering which seemed to quell Mom’s anger toward me. Before we finished, I said, in a much more sober voice, “Sorry Mom. Dad wanted to talk when he got home.” Mom queried me on the subject of our talk but I just told her it was guy stuff. She sensed that that was bullshit but she didn’t press.
I went up to bed before Mom. The twins had gone to bed before me. Tomorrow was the start of the last week in high school for the twins and the start of my summer job. Mom would have the house to herself like usual. I could hear Dad’s thundering snoring and the constant rhythm was like a metronome. I was asleep before Mom even came up to bed.
I don’t know how long I had been asleep when my bladder decided it was time to relieve itself of all that beer. I pulled on my boxer briefs and staggered down the hall to the bathroom and sat on the toilet so I wouldn’t make so much noise or piss on the floor in the dark. I could still feel the effects of the alcohol but the fog was clearing. I thought I would piss forever but the stream finally diminished and stopped. I quickly washed my hands in the sink and decided not to flush the toilet.
I went to pull the bathroom door open and encountered a resistance. I pulled again and the resistance ended as the door sprang open toward me. Mom stood naked in the hallway with her hand out toward the bathroom door knob. She had that glazed look in her open eyes and my mind processed all of it instantly. She was sleepwalking again. She didn’t acknowledge that I was even standing there in front of her. My dick sure noticed though and it snapped to attention poking through the front gap of my boxers and my hand automatically went to it. I couldn’t sneak past her as she blocked the doorway. She couldn’t get in either even though she took a tentative step toward me like her path was clear.