My Mother, the Somnambulist Ch. 03

My Mother the Somnambulist Ch. 03

It's been over 7 years since I published the previous chapter of this story. I've always meant to get back to it but never felt the urgency to do so. After a recent comment about the story from an enthusiastic reader, I revisited the story and realized there was still a lot to be told. Thus, the urgency to write this chapter and perhaps two more. Because of the lapse in time, I strongly urge you to read chapters 1 and 2 for context before reading this. I'm pretty sure it will be worth it.

Part Nine: The Part Where Mom Starts Teasing Me During the Daytime

Dad came home that Friday night and he stayed up late watching TV after Mom went to bed. We chit-chatted about this and that, no deep conversation, but he did seem interested in what was going on with me. At one point, he asked how Mom was doing during the week when he wasn't there, and I covered for her, telling him she was doing fine. He asked if she had any late-night episodes, and I assured him that all was good, and as far as I knew, she was taking her medication and sleeping through the night.

He finally went to bed, and I waited a while, then stepped up quietly to their bedroom door and listened to see if they were having sex. I figured that they must do it on Friday nights, after he had been gone all week. But all was quiet, and I knew my Mom wasn't quiet during sex. I silently crept away and went to my room and went to bed. As I lay there, I wondered if they were having sex at all anymore. It didn't seem like it, but do any kids really know what goes on behind their parents' bedroom door at night? I pondered this possibility as I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning Dad was up early and off to play golf with his regular foursome. Mom and I hung around the house together and she seemed somehow different. Lighter. Airier. Almost coquettish. She didn't follow me around, but she always seemed to be in the same room with me, and if I didn't know better, I would swear she was flirting with me. At one point I noticed that she had disappeared for a few minutes and when she came back into the den where I was reading, she was wearing only very skimpy panties, not much more than a thong, and a tight white cotton shirt with a very low neckline. She walked right up to me so her pussy was about 2 feet from my face.

"Hey," she said. "If I don't wear a bra with this do my nipples show?" I looked up, startled. She was obviously braless, and I could clearly see the outline of her erect nipples. She turned to the side and asked, "I'm thinking about starting to go braless. Do you think this is too much?" She grinned at me and raised one shoulder.

"Well," I answered, "if your goal is for everyone to clearly see your nipples, then it's perfect."

"You can see them, huh?" she asked, with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah, Mom. They are right there, poking out."

"Not bad for an old lady, though?" she asked, turning again so she was facing me. I could see the curve of her ample breasts and her nipples were like two small grapes, just beginning to turn to raisins, sticking out at me. I glanced down at her panties, knowing that her bald pussy lay just beneath them. Did she know that I knew her pussy was bald?

"Hey, look up here," she laughed. "Don't worry, I'm not thinking about going pant-less."

"You're not old, Mom, and you do look very good, but if you're going to go out of the house without a bra, I think you need to wear something less revealing."

"But do you think this is okay for around the house?" she asked, and I realized she was posing a tricky question, perhaps by design. I took the bait.

"When Dad's away, yes," I answered.

"Okay, then, thanks," she said and twirled around slowly once so I could get a full view of her ass as well, then walked out of the room. When she returned, she was wearing shorts but still had her bare nipples poking out. This was not normal behavior for her, and it confirmed that she knew what was going on. It confirmed to me that she had awakened from her sleepwalk during her orgasm, but continued having sex with me anyway. But how could I find out? She didn't seem upset or worried any more. In fact, she seemed happier and more at ease around me than when she was sleepfucking me and maybe only suspecting it.

I also noticed that just before Dad got home from golf, she put on a bra under her top, so it confirmed that she was trying to look sexy for me.

Later that night when we were all in the den watching TV after dinner, Dad got up to go pee, and when he did, Mom started picking up the bowls we had ice cream in. As she walked by me on her way to the kitchen, she leaned down and gave me a very sweet kiss on the cheek, and I swear she was shaking her ass a little when she walked away from me.

They went to bed separately again that night, and shortly after Mom went to bed, I announced to Dad that I was turning in as well. As I walked by their bedroom door on the way to my room, I stopped and listened. I could faintly hear the vibrator going, and I could hear Mom moaning in the low way she did when she was very aroused. It amazed me that she would be doing that when Dad was at home. Why didn't she just get him to satisfy her? It was troubling to me that they seemed to be so far apart.

On Sunday Mom and Dad went to our neighbor's house, the Pettersons, for a BBQ. They invited me, but I wanted to go to hang out with my friends, so I politely declined. I beat them home, and when they did get home, I could tell they were a little buzzed. Dad even offered me a beer, which he had never done before. When I reminded him I wasn't twenty-one just yet, he countered that I was close enough for a beer with my old man, so I had one with him as we watched the Sunday Sports Wrap Up, highlighting the top sports stories of the weekend. Dad wasn't much of a talker, and we sat in silence, sipping our beers, watching the TV. I realized that I didn't really know my dad very well. I mean, he's my dad, and I've known him all my life, and I love him, but he's pretty closed up. He keeps things close to his vest.

I thanked him for the beer, and went towards the back of the house and saw that Mom's bedroom door was closed. I paused and listened for a moment, but didn't hear anything. It was still only about 6 in the evening, though. I went into my room and turned on some music and opened my laptop. As I was browsing through Instagram, my door suddenly opened and Mom walked in, clad in a terrycloth robe, with a towel around her head. She had obviously just gotten out of the shower.

"Did you have a beer with your dad?" she asked.

"Yeah, that was kind of cool," I answered.

"That was my idea," she said. "You can thank me later." I instantly wondered what she meant by that. I let it go.

"Well, it was pretty cool, so thanks." I replied. She unwrapped the towel from around her head and began drying her hair with it, turned, and left the room. Thank her later, I thought to myself. What does that mean? Just a figure of speech or was it suggestive of something else?

Part Ten: The Part Where Mom Fakes It, but Has a Real Orgasm

The next morning Mom was up super early and took Dad to the airport. When she got home I was eating cereal in the kitchen and she walked right up to me and handed me the car keys, telling me that she had stopped taking her medication the day before and she was really looking forward to tonight.

"Why?" I asked innocently. "What's happening tonight?" I thought maybe she was going out with friends or something.

"Well, uh, you know, just looking forward to getting a good night's sleep," she answered. I could tell that she regretted saying that she was looking forward to tonight and was trying to backtrack. But I knew what she meant by it. I let it pass, not wanting to upset the balance of what was going on between us. We both knew, but neither of us was willing to talk about it. At least not yet.

That night, Mom showered before bed and I noticed that she turned in about an hour earlier than she normally did. I went to bed about a half hour later, wondering what the night held in store. What has she been looking forward to? I intentionally went to bed naked in anticipation of what might happen.

My answer came at 11:30 when I became aware that someone had sat on the edge of my bed. I opened my eyes and saw Mom, in her nightgown, sitting on the edge of the bed with her eyes closed. I shifted, moving away from her, giving her room to get into the bed. With her eyes still closed, she pulled down the covers and crawled in next to me, then just lay there, motionless.

I knew she wasn't sleepwalking. Not with her eyes closed. When she was sleepwalking, her eyes were open, but blank. She was pretending. The funny thing was, she didn't know how she behaved when she had her episodes, so she was acting at what she thought she was like.

She lay there for a while, then I sensed movement and soon felt her hand touch me on my side. She began lightly rubbing, moving her hand slowly towards my cock. I looked at her in the dim light and saw that her eyes were still closed. I thought to myself that now that I knew that she was doing this of her own free will, I was also free to completely have my way with her. I reached over and found her breast, her nipple stiff beneath her nightgown. I flicked it once with my fingertip, and when I did she closed the gap to my cock and took it firmly in her hand. I moved towards her as she began stroking my bare cock. I pulled her towards me, bringing my face to her breasts. I nibbled on her nipples through the thin cotton material of her nightie. She gave one of her low groans and began to stroke my cock in earnest. It was so obvious to me that she wasn't sleepwalking, but I kept up the charade.

I kissed and sucked her breasts through her nightgown, then reached with one hand and found the hem between her knees and waist. I began pulling it up, and she raised herself bit by bit off the bed so I could pull it up to her armpits. Then, with her eyes still closed, she sat up and I pulled it over her head. As soon as it was off, she lay back down and reached for my cock again. I dove for her breasts, taking her right nipple into my mouth and sucking it in. Again the low groan of pleasure, but none of the signs of an actual sleepwalking episode.

I went back and forth between her breasts, licking, sucking, mashing, biting, and pulling at her nipples with my lips. As I mauled her breasts, she moaned slowly and deeply. I let my hand wander down her stomach and found her pussy. It was puffy, and wet, and smooth, and bald. She was open in her arousal, her vagina like a flower opening to let the bee in to spread it's pollen. I kissed down to her stomach and I felt her tense a bit.

"Mom, are you awake?" I whispered. As I expected, there was no answer, but she relaxed again. When I looked up at her face, her eyes were closed, her expression blank. "Good. She's asleep," I said quietly, even though I knew she was not and that she could hear me.

I threw back the covers and as I moved down she spread her legs and I took a position between them, my legs dangling over the end of the bed. Her legs spread, her vagina open, she was inviting me to taste her, inviting me to lick her in the most private of places, inviting me to bring her pleasure. My last thought before I moved my mouth to the puffy lips of her cunt was, 'I wonder if she'll make me Chicken Kiev again?'

My lips met her nether lips and I softly licked up the full length of her open, wet slit. Her clit was already erect and when my tongue passed over it, her entire body jerked with pleasure. I paused and lightly licked circles around her clit and this elicited a louder moan as she gently took hold of my head, one hand on each side and guided it up and down her cunt. Each time my tongue would pass over her clit, her body would spasm with pleasure. Holding my head, she began moving it up and down her crotch faster and faster, my nose getting involved as a second vehicle of pleasure as it rubbed an inch or two above my tongue, doubling her pleasure. Her moans had turned to 'Oh's' and she just repeated that sound over and over again, starting with a pause between each 'oh' but as her pleasure ramped up, the spaces between the 'Oh's became less and the volume increased. As I ran my tongue up and down faster and faster, flicking her clit a couple of times each time I passed it, she was soon screaming 'Oh's' in a razor sharp staccato that peaked when her orgasm finally hit her. She clamped her thighs around my head and squeezed as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed her.

Before her climax had even subsided, I locked my forearms under her knees and brought her spread legs up towards her chest, opening her pussy and exposing it. In one motion, I brought my cock up to the opening and plunged it inside her, not gently, not slowly. I rammed it home while she was still in the throes of ecstasy.

"Oh, fuck," she cried out. "Fuck me." I started to ram it in and out of her in an almost savage fashion. I was pounding her, in and out, in and out, and she was giving back every bit of it, meeting every thrust with a counter-thrust, lifting her ass off the bed and rocking towards me to push back against me, leaving not an inch of me not in her. She was almost crying with pleasure as I smashed into her again and again.

We were both crying out with pleasure, building faster and faster towards the peak, the acme, the climax of the fuck. It was feral, it was wild, it was pure instinct that kept me pounding in and out of her, and she pushing back, wanting every centimeter of pleasure that she could get out of me.

I felt my orgasm approaching and I called out, "I'm gonna cum," which only set her off even more. She rose to another pitch of excitement as I began to shoot my pearly seed deep inside her. As I howled through my orgasm, she joined me as hers hit again, this time from the deepest part of her womb.

I pumped and pumped until I was spent, then let her legs down and fell off her onto the bed, winded but deeply satisfied. I lay there for a moment then looked over at Mom, expecting to see her looking back at me. But I was wrong. The charade was still on, so she lay quietly with a blank expression and her eyes closed.

I got up and went to the bathroom, bringing back a moist, warm washrag. I cleaned her up, then quietly said, "Okay, Mom. Time to go back to bed." As she stood, I quickly wiped off my softening penis, then took her by the arm and gently led her back to her bedroom. She went right to the bed, lay down in it, and I pulled the covers over her. As I went to give her a gentle kiss goodnight, I could see that her eyes were closed, and she was still faking it. It confused me a bit, because what had just happened was very real and very intense. I whispered, "I'll see you in the morning. Be safe", and went back to my bedroom. The spot where Mom had been laying was a puddle of our juices, so I scooted over to the other side of the bed and soon dropped off to sleep.

Part Eleven: The Part Where I Realize I Have Two Moms

All morning I was going over what had happened the night before in my mind. Evidently Mom didn't want to admit that she knew we were having sex, but she did want to have sex. I was so tempted to just say, "Hey Mom. I know you weren't asleep last night. It's okay. I'm totally into it." But I could never quite find the moment when it seemed like the right thing to do. For her part, she was even cheerier than she had been before. She was whistling and singing little tunes as she went about her morning business before shutting herself in her office to work.

She had come to me willingly the night before, already aroused, ready for sex. It was very different from the sleep-walking episodes, where she was in a trance and acting on impulses she had no control over. Awake Mom was a bit tentative at first, but once I took the lead, she was able to let go and express herself sexually, even though she hid behind her fake sleeping. But it was fantastic. She was so responsive sexually and it was the real her enjoying it.

I had a great day at school and ran a few errands afterwards. When I got home late that afternoon, Mom was vacuuming in very skimpy clothing. She was clearly not wearing a bra and her full breasts were on full display. I didn't recognize the top she was wearing and I suspected that she may have bought it recently to display her wares. It was a very low-cut tank top with very skinny straps. There was no shortage of side-boob shots as I stood and watched her vacuum. For a few moments, neither of us seemed to find it odd that she was vacuuming as if I wasn't there, and I was just standing in the middle of the room, gawking at her. I wanted to go over and paw at her breasts, but instead, loudly cleared my throat. She went on vacuuming.

"Mom!" I called out in a loud voice. She looked up and seeing me, turned off the vacuum and turned her body towards me. Her nipples were both pointing right at me like little round pebbles. I had an overwhelming urge to suck on them but instead said in a quieter voice, "I'm home."

"Oh, honey, hi!" she said and came over and gave me an uncharacteristic peck on the cheek. "I'm glad you're home. How was your day?"

"It was fine. School, Target, haircut, then home," I answered. She lingered close to me and I wanted so badly to grab her and lead her into the bedroom, but we weren't acknowledging that we were fucking so I couldn't. Instead, I took a step away and added. "Gotta study, Mom. I'll be in my room." Oops, I thought, that almost sounded like an invitation. "I'll be studying there," I added, realizing that I sounded completely stupid.

"I'll call you when dinner's ready, honey," she said and returned to her work. I watched her for another minute or so as her breasts swayed to the back and forth motion of the vacuum. She looked over at me and smiled. "Weren't you going to your room to study?" she asked coyly. Catching myself, I nodded and went to my room.

At dinner Mom announced that Dad was not going to be home the next week as he was originally supposed to be. Evidently he was doing really well and wanted to impress the bosses so he was going to work harder and visit clients all week instead of working from the home office, making contacts and setting up appointments. She explained that he could take an extra hour a day to do all that while on the road and see more clients and make more money for their retirement and my college.

"How do you feel about that?" I asked, knowing that their relationship was already strained by his absence.

"Oh, I guess I'm okay with it," she replied right away. "I mean, I'm disappointed, of course. But on the other hand, I've gotten used to it just being you and me around the house, and I do enjoy that aspect." She paused awkwardly, probably worrying about how I might take that. She continued. "Next year you'll be gone off to University and if he's still in this job, it will be awfully lonely. So better that he does this now, when I have you here to keep me company." Again, an even more awkward pause as she worried if she was being too open about what was going on. Could "keep me company" be interpreted as "keep me sexually satisfied"?

"I'm enjoying it too," I said, easing the awkwardness. I saw her instantly smile when I said that. This was insane, I thought. I'm pretty sure we were talking about fucking, especially when I said that I enjoyed it too and saw how she brightened up. But we weren't talking about it, were we?

"Well, honey, we'll just make the best of it," she said coyly with a slight smile. This was too confusing for me. Yes, Mom, I wanted to say. We'll make the best out of it by using his added time away to fuck each other silly. But I couldn't say that.

"I love you, honey."

"I love you too, Mom."

"Don't forget to hide the car keys tonight."

The rest of the evening passed without incidence, just more homework and a little TV, then off to bed. Again, I went to bed nude, hoping that I'd get a late night visit from a "sleepwalking" Mom. I slept fitfully, my mind consciously waiting for her. Any little sound would rouse me thinking it was her entering my room. 11:30, the time she visited last night, came and went, as did 12:30 and 1:30. Perhaps she wasn't coming tonight. With that thought, I finally fell fully asleep about 2:00 a. m.

At about 3 a. m. I was jolted awake when someone sat on me with all their weight. I managed to squirm over onto my back and looked up to see Mom, completely naked, eyes open and glazed, holding a jar of Vaseline in one hand and a couple of oreo cookies in the other. Evidently she had been downstairs.

"Shrum," she said and brought a cookie up to my mouth. "Shrum okay," she repeated. I took a bite. As I chewed she leaned down and gave me a very wet, open mouth, tongue slithering kiss. She sat back up and I swallowed.

"Chooch," she said, and fed me the rest of the cookie, leaning over me and delivering another wet kiss, actually taking some of the oreo out of my mouth with hers. Again, she sat back up and I swallowed. Then she did something that shocked me, even knowing that her episodes could be bizarre.

She got up on her knees, set down the jar of Vaseline on the bed beside her, and used her fingers on that hand to spread the lips of her vagina. Then she brought the remaining Oreo cookie down to her pussy and slowly inserted it inside, until just a tip of the dark brown cookie was visible between the moist, pink lips of her vagina. "Fatch," she sighed as the cookie went in.

Then she slowly walked on her knees until her pussy was right over my face. She grabbled a shock of my hair and pulled my face towards her cunt. "Eat," she said, this time speaking in clear English. I looked up to see her eyes, and they were still wide open, blank and glazed over.

I licked her, tasting the Oreo as my tongue passed over it. Man, this really is America's favorite cookie, I thought to myself.

"Eat," she repeated and dropped her now dripping pussy onto my face. I used my tongue and teeth, slowly fishing the oreo out of her slit. If you've never done it, it's not as easy as you might think. I bit it in two, slowly eating it as I licked her vulva and labia, spreading the sweet creamy filling all over her. As I did, she was repeatedly calling out Oscar's name, again, whoever Oscar was. Maybe she was thinking about Oscar Meyer's wiener.

After a bit, she turned so she was facing towards the foot of the bed and got into a sixty nine position above me. She lowered her cunt onto my face as she took my hard member into her mouth. She sucked my cock as I licked up all the creamy filling inside her. What she was doing felt so good that I lost track of my licking and she made a sound like a petulant child as she pushed her vagina onto my face. "Crenshaw," she said petulantly. I took that as "keep licking, Oscar!"

After five minutes of incredible pleasure, she suddenly stopped with a jerk. She said a long sentence or two or three of complete gibberish, then reached for the jar of Vaseline. She opened it and began smearing it on my cock. Then she climbed off me to my side and lay with her head on the bed and her ass in the air, pointed right at me. She took a big glob of Vaseline and smeared it onto her pink rosebud. Then she made the petulant child sound again. Then she waved her ass in the air and made the petulant child sound again, a demanding grunt.

I knew she wanted me to fuck her in the ass. I wanted to fuck her in the ass, but I hesitated for a moment to see where this was going. She began to ramp up the demands, waving her ass in the air until she was having a full-on temper tantrum, like a three-year-old. She was shaking her head, waving her ass, and letting go a steady stream of very pissed-off gibberish.

Finally, I got up on my knees behind her and put the head of my cock up to her anus. She stopped ranting and gave a big, contented sigh as I pushed the tip of my dick up against her tight hole. I pulled it away, and she started up again, but I used my index finger to spread the lubricant around and when I pushed the tip into her tight ass, she stopped, and when I pushed it again past her sphincter, she gave another contented sigh. I started to move it in and out, loosening her up, and she began to groan and push back against it every time I pushed it in. I slowly added my middle finger and was soon finger-fucking her ass deeply with two digits as she moaned and groaned, then started up again with her demanding gibberish. I guess she wanted me to put my cock in now.

I pulled out my fingers and immediately replaced them with the tip of my hard, eager rod. She began desperately pushing back against me, so much that I had a hard time finding the hole. Then suddenly, she pushed at just the right spot, and it went in. Once she felt it enter, she slowed down and very slowly pushed back. I felt the head pop past her sphincter muscle, then it glided smoothly up her anal canal until I was buried to the hilt. When it was all the way in, deep inside her, she gave the most contented sigh I have ever heard in my life and just held it there.

She began making childish sounds again, but this time they were not the demanding grunts of a spoiled three-year-old. She began talking gibberish in a sing-song voice, as if she was telling a story. As she did, she moved forward and I felt my cock slide along the smooth walls of her back entrance. It felt incredible. So tight. She continued in her sing-song voice as she moved back against me, again taking me to the depths of her ass. When I hit bottom, she gave a very adult grunt, then went right back to her sing-song gibberish. Again, she moved forward and this time when she moved back, I gave a gentle thrust, hitting bottom and getting the same adult grunt from her.

We began to slowly, gently fuck like that. Her sing-song gibberish punctuated by deep grunts each time I hit bottom. The Vaseline was doing its job, and the gliding was smooth and wonderful and a completely new experience, at least for me. I don't think this was her first time taking it in the ass.

We began to speed up, and while it was mostly sing-song when we started, it was now beginning to become a series of low, guttural, feral grunts with very little singing. I could see that she had brought her hand up to her clit and was madly working it with her fingers as I was hammering her from behind. Her head was moving continuously side to side as she grunted with each thrust and began pushing her fingers in and out of her pussy as I pumped away at her ass.

I felt my orgasm begin to come and I knew it was going to be a big one. I clutched at the white globes of Mom's ass as I pushed in again and again, each thrust taking me closer to ejaculation. Without conscious thought, I slapped her ass, and she cried out, then moaned deeply. I slapped again, and she began pushing harder and faster against me. Another slap and a wanton yelp from Mom, then another slap, and my orgasm hit me, and there were bright lights flashing in my head as my entire body exploded in ecstasy and I began pumping my seed deep inside her ass.

As soon as my climax receded my first thought was that I shouldn't have spanked her at the risk of waking her up. Then I realized it didn't matter; she would just fake that she was still asleep. Curious, I slowly pulled my turgid cock out of her ass and climbed off the bed. Mom was laying on the bed in the same position, cheek against the covers, ass in the air. I walked around and looked at her face. Her eyes were still wide open and glazed, and she was quietly mumbling gibberish.

"Okay, Mom, let's go back to bed," I said, and she immediately responded and got off the bed. I led her back to her room, and towards her bed, but she resisted, wanting to go into the bathroom. I gently led her there, and without turning on the light, she picked up her washcloth, ran it under the warm water, turned and began wiping off my cock. I couldn't believe it. As deep as she was in her dreams, somewhere inside she knew that what we had done had left my cock dirty with small flecks of her shit. Maybe this is what she had done in the past, and it was just instinct.

I completely let her clean me up. She was very thorough, even rinsing out the washcloth once and going over it again. Satisfied that I was clean, she took the cloth and wiped her crack with it, getting whatever sperm had leaked out as we had walked to her bedroom. With that, she again said, "Shrum," and turned to go back to bed. I led her there and helped her into bed, pulling the covers over her and giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead.

As I watched her lay in bed with her eyes wide open, staring into space, I thought about what had just happened. The last two nights had been great. The first with real Mom, the second with dreaming Mom. Which one did I like better? I had to think about that for a while. Real Mom was effortlessly sexy AF and so quietly responsive. Knowing it was the real her, even though she had a vehicle for denial, made the sex with her great. It was clear that she wanted it and she wanted me, even though she wasn't ready to admit it. Dream Mom was kinky and unpredictable, but also sexy AF. I mean, demanding that I fuck her in the ass and getting upset when I was too slow to do it? That's amazing. Maybe having both was the key to my sexual fulfillment. My two Moms.

I looked up and saw that her eyes had closed and that she was snoring lightly and I knew she was back asleep safely. I went back to my room and while I was straightening up the covers on my bed, found the open jar of Vaseline. I found the lid, closed it back up, padded quietly back to Mom's room and left it on her nightstand. She'd wake up in the morning with a sore asshole leaking sperm, and a jar of Vaseline on the bedside table. Would it horrify or arouse her?

Part Twelve: The Part Where Both Moms Visit on the Same Night

The next morning, Mom looked like hell and was pensive and quiet, shooting me glances every now and then but looking away when I looked back. But really, can you blame her? Waking up with no memory of what happened the night before, nursing a sore butt with cum leaking out of it? A jar of Vaseline on the nightstand? One can only imagine. She must have been wondering what I thought about the whole thing.

As we sipped our coffee, Mom broke the ice first. "I think I had a pretty severe episode last night," she began. "I woke up really tired this morning and feeling disheveled."

I decided to tread lightly. "Well, you were downstairs, getting into the Oreos, I know that" I replied.

"Oh, I saw them on the counter when I got up, but I figured you had some last night and just forgot to put them away. How do you know I got into the Oreos?" she asked. I wondered if she had found any remnants of the two cocoa biscuits or the sweet, white, filling that I failed to eat out of her vagina.

"Well, you came into my room and wanted to feed them to me," I answered, still playing it cool. I wasn't going to be the one to break her bubble. That was up to her.

She paused for a moment, then asked, "Was everything okay?"

"Everything was perfect," I replied immediately. "I really enjoyed the cookies and you feeding them to me." She brightened up a bit.

"So I was okay, I didn't do anything weird?" she asked pensively. I didn't want to answer that directly.

"You were perfect, Mom," I said, really meaning it. "Perfect."

"Really? " she answered. "Oh, I'm so relieved. I thought I might have gone too far," she said and reached out to touch my arm. I wasn't going to burst her bubble, but I wasn't going to let her off the hook, either, without a little fun first.

"What do you mean by too far?" I asked

She shifted on the hard kitchen chair she was sitting in and I wondered if it was because the question made her uneasy or if it was because her butthole hurt. "Well, you know I have little or no control over things I do when I sleepwalk," she answered. "And I worry that I might offend someone, or do something unacceptable." We were still talking in code. "I know your Dad got pretty upset with me at times." I wondered what was behind that story.

"No, Mom, everything you did was perfect. I enjoyed everything about your visit to my room." Crap, I mean, we were talking about ass-fucking, but I had to call it a visit. Why would I be saying I enjoyed it if we weren't talking about more than cookies? I wanted to tell her she fed me an Oreo out of her cunt. But yes, that might have horrified her.

She was smiling at me and squeezing my arm and I thought it was getting a little creepy, so I took a last swig of my coffee. She beamed at me as I grabbed my backpack and headed towards the door.

"Have a great day, honey!" she called out to me as I opened the door.

"You too, Mom. Love you."

That night she didn't come. To tell the truth, I was getting tired and needed one good night's sleep, so I was okay with it. But the next morning, Mom was up before me and evidently felt no need to wear anything more than the extremely skimpy lingerie she had worn to bed the night before. The only thing I couldn't clearly make out were her nipples and the slit of her vagina, but everything else was clearly on display, either with bare skin or through a sheer, see-through film of material. She was driving me crazy as she moved about the kitchen and dining area as we had our coffee and a light breakfast. I must have been gawking, because finally she turned to me and said, "Do you like what I'm wearing?"

"Um, yeah," I answered.

"I bought it years ago for your Dad, but he didn't seem to notice. I thought I might wear it now." Ah, so we were going to begin to acknowledge that there was something going on behind the scenes of our mother/son relationship at last, even though it was still in code. What she should have added was, "because I thought it would make you horny and I love to turn you on so you'll fuck me really good. Why don't you fuck me right now?"

"Well, I'm glad you did. You look fantastic in it. I mean, even if you're my Mom, I can still see when a woman has a beautiful body." She turned slowly, letting me drink her in with my eyes. "And your body is very beautiful, Mom."

"Thank you, honey." She walked over and gave me a very slow kiss on the lips. "That makes me feel good and pretty," she added.

I wanted her so badly at that moment, and I think if I had just taken her, she wouldn't have objected, and we'd have had the whole thing out in the open. But again, I didn't want to be the one to break the bubble, I thought it was up to her. She could just as easily have let the kiss linger a little longer and let me know that she wanted it. All she was doing was faintly hinting at it by teasing me and trying to arouse me.

"Gotta go," I said and stood up. Mom looked disappointed but said nothing.

"Okay, see you when you get home," she said and turned towards the sink, busying herself with the dishes. I took one last look at the luscious ass I had penetrated the night before and turned to go.

That night, we both went to bed at 8:30. We never go to bed at 8:30. But that night we were both eager to get to bed to let enough time pass so she could come to my room, all of course not spoken. But we both knew.

Mom had been wearing next to nothing all evening and being extremely flirty with me, and it just built the sexual tension between us to an almost feverish pitch. I lay in bed, restless with anticipation and the minutes seemed to tick by slowly, but relentlessly as minutes do. Minutes turned to an hour, then two hours, then just past 10:30 as I lay with my eyes open, I heard my door knob turn and watched as the door opened. Mom entered wearing the same lingerie she had been wearing that morning. It was almost comical. Her eyes were closed and she walked stiffly. The only thing missing from the caricature of a sleepwalker was her holding her arms out in front of her.

She walked right over to my bed and I held the sheets open so she could climb inside. She must have been squinting through a half-opened eye because she immediately responded when I gave her the opening. She came right into my bed and pressed herself against my naked body. I put my arms around her and held her, kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear. She heaved a sigh, and turned her face towards me, eyes still closed, and our lips met in a tender yet passionate kiss. Her body responded as the kiss deepened, and I felt her nestle herself into me. She parted her lips and offered her tongue to me. I gently licked it, then lightly sucked it into my mouth, pressing my lips to hers again. Her tongue explored the inside of my mouth, then retreated into her mouth, where my tongue followed and did the same. We were hugging and caressing each other, Real Mom being very different than Dreaming Mom. This was tender affection mixed with lustful foreplay. As I hugged and caressed her I felt her pelvis press into me against my hardening cock. I pushed it back against her and she let out of soft moan. I broke our embrace and moved my face down to her breasts. She pulled the sheer material aside to give me access, and I gently kissed her nipple, then took a soft lick with the flat of my tongue. This elicited another soft moan. I looked up at her and saw that her eyes were closed and her expression blank. The charade would continue.

I kissed, licked, and sucked her breasts as she caressed me and hugged me, then let my hand wander down between her legs. There was just a tiny patch of satin there which was wet and sodden with Mom's slick juices. As I rubbed the tiny piece it moved easily over her hairless, well-lubricated pussy. It slid to the side and my finger slipped off it and right into her. She gasped and tightened her thighs around my hand for a moment, then slowly relaxed them as I continued to suck on her breasts and lightly finger fuck her.

After a few moments, I felt her exert slight downward pressure on my head, giving me a very soft push to go lower on her body. I spent another minute or so on her breasts, then very slowly began licking and kissing my way down her firm stomach, stopping to pay special attention to her bellybutton with my tongue. I licked and kissed my way down and felt the slight stubble of her pubic hair, rough on my tongue. She obviously hadn't freshly shaved for me that night.

I gave her wet cunt one long, slow kiss and lick, then repositioned myself between her legs. I pulled the panties of her lingerie off her in one swift motion, she helping me by raising one leg, then kicking them off the other. As I lowered my head towards her snatch, she took hold of both my ears and helped guide me to the correct spot, right on her clit. She sighed, then I licked, then she moaned. I took another long lick, which elicited another long moan from her. I took another lick and said, "Mmmmmm," which elicited a long slow groan from her. Another long slow lick, another "Mmmmm" from me and another long, slow groan from her.

I put my hands under each globe of her ass and pressed her pussy to my mouth and started licking her clit with my tongue. I would flick it side to side, then stop for a brief second, then suck the hard nub into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. Each time I did that Mom groaned with more enthusiasm.

Remembering two nights before, I began massaging her ass as I lashed at her clit with my tongue. She responded to that, so I began moving my right hand towards her pussy. I brought it around, and planted my thumb inside it, getting it wet with her slick juice. I thumb-fucked her for a bit as I continued to pleasure her clit with my tongue.

Then I pulled out my thumb and moved it down to her taint, rubbing it lightly there for a moment. I took it back up and recoated it with her natural lubrication, then slid it down until it was pressed against her rosebud. Her breathing and moaning changed when I did, becoming short rasps as she anticipated me violating her anus with my thumb. She was responding, not objecting, so I gave it a slight push and felt it entered her. "Oh!" she cried out.

I continued to lash at her clit with my tongue and moved my thumb out, then pressed it back in a little further. "Oh! Oh!" she sputtered as she felt my thumb invade her dark hole. I brought my other hand around and put my two middle fingers in her open hole so that she was getting finger-fucked in her pussy, thumb-fucked in her ass, and her clit was getting a thorough tongue bath. Her hips started bucking and she was yelling so loud I was afraid the neighbors might hear. Then she came with all her might, an explosion of sound, juice, powerful hip thrusts, and the muscles around her vagina clamping down hard on my fingers. I felt her anus pulsing as she came, and she clawed at me with her hands, almost weeping with joy, and letting out pulse after pulse of thick, clear cum with each spasm, coating my face and forming a pool on the sheets below.

When her orgasm subsided, I looked up to see her face calm and serene, her eyes closed as if she was sound asleep. I softly crept up until I was laying on her, then reached down and put my achingly hard cock up against her gaping, wet hole. She gave a slight thrust of her hips and I slid right in. She was soaking wet inside, as were her legs, her thighs, her pelvis, and the bed around her. But she felt velvety smooth as my cock slowly glided in and out of her. I was in no hurry. I fucked her for twenty minutes or so, slowly, just reveling in the great feeling of sliding in and out. I felt my orgasm coming from far, far away and it took a long time to arrive. When it did, I groaned one long groan and emptied myself into her. Deep inside her. It felt so good. When I was done, she heaved a huge sigh and hugged me close.

I lay on top of her for a few minutes in the afterglow of an absolutely great fuck, but I became aware that her juices were drying on my face, becoming crusty, flaky, and uncomfortable. I got off her and quietly said, "Wait here," as if I might know she was actually awake. She didn't respond.

I went to the bathroom and thoroughly washed my hands, face, stomach, groin, and legs. If things were out in the open, I would have had her join me and taken a shower. But they weren't.

I took two warm washcloths back into my bedroom and cleaned Mom up best I could as she whimpered and lightly moaned in response to my tender care. Then I whispered that it was time for her to go back to her bed, and led her to her bedroom, where she lay down and continued to feign sleep. I didn't wait, because she was not a danger to herself or others. I went back to my bed, which was a mess. It was soaked, probably through to the mattress. I considered stripping off the sheets, but I didn't really know where the backup sheets were. Instead, I got another comforter from the guest bedroom and slept on top of the covers with the comforter over me.

I fell into a deep sleep, but at 4 am I awoke to the feeling of my penis being sucked. It was feeling so good, and I think I must have incorporated it into a dream because by the time I came fully awake and became aware of the slurping sounds, I was fully involved in the blowjob. I looked down to see Mom's head bobbing up and down as she licked, slurped, sucked, and deep throated me. She was still wearing the sexy lingerie.

I suddenly became aware of the sound of the vibrator and when I looked down towards Mom's pussy as she bent over me to suck me, I saw in the dim light that the back end of the realistic dildo was sticking out from between her legs. The business end must be inside her, I thought. She was holding it in place by clamping her legs shut as she sucked and licked my cock.

I reached down to cup her breast, but she instantly pushed my hand away, saying, "Mish, peeku." I reached again, but she pushed my hand away again. "Mish," she said in her strange sleep language.

With that she really went to work on my cock and it felt incredible. She used her hand, her tongue, her lips, her teeth, all combining to bring me maximum pleasure. Dream Mom really knew hot to suck a cock. Suddenly she reached under me and I felt the tip of her finger against my butthole. That was something different.

Little by little she worked her finger inside my back hole as she began earnestly trying to bring me to climax. Even though I had just come a few hours before, I couldn't hold it off and as I felt my orgasm coming, Mom pressed her finger all the way up my butt and pressed up. The lights went out and I shot a powerful blast into the back of Mom's throat. She coaxed four or five more blasts out of me, sucking, stroking, and pressing inside my ass. Each was as powerful as the first. She took each one, swallowing when she could to keep her mouth from overflowing with my sperm. When I was done and had stopped bucking my hips, she withdrew her finger, let my cock plop out of her mouth and stood straight up, the buzzing dildo still sticking out from between her legs. Her eyes were wide open and glazed.

She turned her back to me and sat on the edge of the bed. Spreading her knees apart, she took hold of the dildo and started fucking herself with it, stopping only occasionally to let it rest on her clit for a moment. I lay there as she worked herself over, finally climaxing with her legs shaking and her head going side to side. When it was over, she lay back on the bed, her feet still on the ground, her eyes still wide open but empty. I got out of bed on the other side and came around and whispered to her, "Time to go to bed now, Mom," and began helping her. She didn't protest and let me lead her back to her room, where I waited until she fell back asleep.

There was a lot to ponder as I waited.

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