When Dad was alive he took real good care of Mom. For as long as I can remember Mom has been a sleep walker. Dad had a thin line tied between his leg and Mom's ankle and when ever she started sleep walking he would guide her back to bed. She did not always sleep walk but when ever she felt stressed she would. Like the time her brother Walter was injured in a car accident. Mom woke up three times that night and Dad had to get her back into bed.
The first time I noticed it was about a week after the funeral. I had not been able to sleep myself and was in the kitchen when Mom came in all wide eyed and totally unaware of where she was. I watched her move around the kitchen for a moment or two and knew she was sleep walking. I gentle took her by the arm and guided her back up stairs and into her bed. She did not resist or try to pull away. The moment her head hit the pillow she was back asleep and I left her there.
I was going to leave town and take a job over at Mountainview but when Dad died so quickly I decided to stay home for a while. Now I don't know what to do. I did call the next day for a doctor appointment hoping I could learn more about sleep walking and what to do if it happens again.
A few days later Mom and I talked at breakfast about her coming to live with me in Mountainview as part of the job offered to me there was a fully furnished apartment. It had two bedrooms and I thought that would work out fine. I was wrong.
That night Mom woke me as she opened my bedroom door, came in walked around and left. I followed her down to the basement where she turned on the washing machine without loading it.
Then she went back up to her bedroom. I watched hoping she would not hurt her self and if it looked like she might I would guide her back to bed.
Standing in the center of the room she pulled her night gown off over her head and stood there naked. I had never seen my mother naked before and I was surprised at just how lovely she was. I am twenty two and Mom had just turned forth one. Mom likes to exercise and workout on her tread mill.
She is five foot six, very trim with real muscles on her legs and arms. Her stomach is flat and her fine tight little ass it as firm as any I have ever seen. Her bush does not match her blonde head. I was still observing just how lovely she truly was when she sat on the bed.
I thought she was going back to sleep but instead she lifted her legs spreading them wide. She placed a hand between her legs and started to rub her clitoris. My Mom was masturbating and that some how turned me on.
Watching my Mom rub her clitoris and with the other hand she squeezed and pulled hard on her nipples all the while rolling her head from side to side. I got up close to the bed and pulled my cock out and started to masturbate along with her.
Mom moaned and lifted her ass up off the bed. Thrashing around I thought she would wake herself up. I was going to move back but instead I shot a load of thick milky sperm out across her face and breasts. I could not stop as spurt after spurt shot out coating her body with the milky stuff.
She stopped moaning and blinked. I moved back toward the door. I was at the open door when Mom sat up and looked straight at me. I was so ashamed and embarrassed I quickly turned dashing out the door and back to my room.
I lay awake for a long time waiting for her to come into my room but she never did. I fell asleep and woke when I heard her call up from the kitchen that breakfast was ready.
Mom was all smiles as she is most days. Nothing was said about last night so I figured she must have been sleep walking after all. Of course I did wonder how she felt when she found dried cum all over her body.
My old car needed some minor repair so I decided to do that this morning. I put my car up on jacks and pulled the wheels. I got out my tools and when I started I found I was missing a special wrench I needed. So I went back to the garage where Dad kept his tools and found his big tool chest locked.
I went in the house to ask Mom if she knew where the key was kept and found her sitting on her bed with several Polaroid pictures spread out in front of her. She was sobbing and holding a tissue to her nose.
I leaned in the open door and said "are you alright?"
"Mom looked up at me and said "Yes, I am just looking at some old photos of Dad and I on vacations back a few years."
I took a step into the room and said "Can I see?"
Mom scooped them up and straightening up said "No: these are private pictures."
I noticed one photo slipped off he end of the bed and fluttered to the floor. I stopped in my tracks and hunched my shoulders more of less saying "well okay."
I did say out loud "Do you know where the key is too Dad's tool box. I need a wrench."
Mom got up and going to Dad's chest of drawers she opened the top drawer and handed me a key.
I took if with out further words. Mom turned back to close the drawer and I quickly bent down picking up the Polaroid and went out the door.
I was all the way down to the kitchen before I looked at he picture. I was a picture of Mom on her knees naked between Dad. He was in back and from the angle of the picture I could only assume he had his cock in her pussy from the rear. This in it's self would not have been a big deal but there was another guy in front of Mom with a very sizable cock in her mouth. I stopped in my tracts and looked at the picture for a long time. My Mom and Dad were swingers. "Well I'll be a fucking monkey's uncle."
I bet the other ten of fifteen pictures Mom had laid out were all the same. Then I wondered if they were all of the same vacation or were there more and different vacations as she called them. I knew that Mom and Dad had gone on several vacations by themselves after I was old enough to stay by myself.
Boy this was something to fine out your parents are swingers. Especially after just seeing your Mom naked for the first time the night before. It gave me food for thought. Then I got an idea. It was not an up standing and highly moral idea but more like a dirty filthy lustful idea.
I opened Dads' tool chest and got the wrench that I needed. I was squatting down by the front wheel thinking and not doing much work. I was looking at the brakes but the vision I was seeing was of my Mom with a strangers cock in her mouth.
God this was almost too much to take. But the strangest thing was I was not surprised by this turn of events. I was not out raged or indignant. I felt no different about my mother and my love for her. She was after all my Mom and that of course would never change. But what I did feel was a deep dark desire to fuck my own Mom.
I wanted to fuck her long deep and hard. I wanted to look into her eyes as I cum in her. I laughed out load. This was just too fucking crazy.
I finished the job and was putting the tool away in my Dads' tool box when I looked in a few of the other drawers to see what all he had I could use.
In the back of the very bottom drawer was a tiny strong box. It also had a lock on it. It was about the size of a change or money box. I took a screwdriver and twisting the lock it popped open easily. Inside I found hundreds of pictures, some Polaroid's both color and black and white. Many black and white's that were developed film a few in color and two small rolls of eight millimeter film.
The movie film was very old. No one I knew used eight millimeter film any more. But I did remember an old projector down in the basement gathering dust. I might just have to get it out and take a look at these old movies. I could only guess what was on them.
I took this money box and put it in my car trunk. But kept a hand full of pictures so I could look at them later in my room.
After lunch Mom said she was going to the store and on the way home she was stopping by the church to give away some of Dad's old clothing. There was a poor box in the basement of the church that people dropped old stuff in and was later distributed to the poor and some even sent over seas to missionaries.
I told Mom I as going to the parts store and would be home for dinner. Mom drove off in Dad's new car. A Buick he had bought just four months before he died of a sudden heart attack.
She had turned the corner and I was up the stairs to check her room for the other pictures and what ever else might be hidden there. I found a shoe box of pictures these were more recent than the older ones in Dad's tool box.
Some of these pictures were dated and the locations were written on the back were they taken.
I had looked at maybe three when I found one with Dad and two ladies neither of which was Mom. I did not know for sure but I suspected that Mom may have taken the picture. I did recognize one of the ladies in the picture with Dad. It was the pretty blonde Mrs. Stark that ran the East side diner on River Road. Mrs. Stark was an active member of the church and had visited our home many times.
Mrs. Stark is a pretty blonde lady of about sixty, plump with very big tits. Her tits hung down like great melons above her fat belly. She had a wide generous smile. I would see her with many cocks in her mouth as she seemed to enjoy sucking cock. She was in several of the pictures. I took it that Mrs. Stark was a regular with Mom and Dad. In one picture Dad had his cock up her ass as she had her head between Mom's legs. In another's she and Mom were doing a sixty-nine with some guy not Dad; behind Mrs. Stark with his cock up her plump ass. I guess Mrs. Stark really loved to be fucked in the ass too.
I had a thought; why not stop by the diner for lunch.
I put every thing back the way it was and went to the parts store. It occurred to me that the next time Mom did her sleep walking thing I just might take some picture of my own. Or maybe even see if Mom, dear Mom would like to have sex. Darn my cock was hard.
