Julie went to the sink and wetted a paper towel to finish cleaning the cum from her face. She turned back toward us and said, “I have to redo my makeup. I’ll be right back.” She passed Mom in the hallway and told her that she would only be a moment.
Mom walked into the kitchen area to see me eating my breakfast and June leaning against the sink. June looked at the perplexed look on Mom’s face and said, “What’s wrong?”
Mom said, “I was expecting to see you three going at it and hoped that I could get in on the fun.”
June laughed and said, “No Mom. We were just waiting for you.” I covered as much of the cum spots on my shorts as I could and slid my plate over to cover the cum spots still on the counter to provide cover to June’s story. Mom looked at both of us. She was dressed elegantly, as always. Her hair was perfect and she had applied more makeup than usual. She was stunning.
It was clear that Mom wasn’t buying June’s story or my attempts to back her up. She walked around the end of the bar into the kitchen and up to June, who smiled at her. Mom lifted her hand and scooped the dollop of cum from June’s blouse and stuck her finger to her mouth. She savored the taste and then said simply, “I guess I missed all the fun.” June’s face turned red and her smile disappeared.
Julie appeared by the bar as Mom pushed her finger to her mouth and said, “What’s going on.”
I whispered, “June can tell you later. It’s no big deal.” Mom said nothing more as she picked up the wet sponge by the sink and carefully wiped at the spot of cum on June’s blouse until there was no evidence of a stain. The three of them headed for the garage.
Dad arrived home from his golf game before Mom and the twins and after putting his clubs away, he went to the kitchen and retrieved two beers and motioned for me to follow him out to the Sun Room. He had obviously had a few drinks already. He handed a beer to me and we popped the tabs at the same time. We tapped the cans together in kind of a unspoken toast and sat down in adjacent cushioned rattan chairs.
I figured that he wanted to talk about work and what my job would be for the summer. Instead, Dad wanted to know how Mom had been while he was away. My answers were just as vague as his questions. I could tell that he was trying to find out if Mom had had any sleepwalking episodes while he was gone, but he didn’t want to reveal that she had the affliction.
I could see that he was getting frustrated with my vague answers so he started asking more specific questions: Did Mom take naps during the day? How frequent were they? How long did she nap? Did she get out of bed at night? He was really uneasy asking that question because he knew she slept in the nude at night. I answered his questions as truthfully as I dared but didn’t elaborate. I actually hadn’t seen Mom out of bed at night, but I had seen her in her bed at night. I gave a slight smile to that thought.
Dad probably detected a little reticence to answer his questions because he was feeding me beer after beer to get me drunk so I’d provide more information than I was giving. I was getting buzzed but Dad was trashed. In the end, he just blurted out in slurred words that Mom has a problem with sleepwalking. I feigned ignorance and even asked what that was.