Sleepwalking Mom Ch. 25

I was concentrating on getting June off again with my cock when I felt something brush against my butt-cheeks. I glanced back and it was Julie on her knees beside the bench seat. When I felt the van braking, she must have pulled off the road and stopped. Her face was flushed with lust. Her hands went to my cock, sliding in and out of her sister and she sucked one of my balls into her mouth. I groaned and drove my cock hard into June's pussy. She yelped. The surge forward pulled my balls away from Julie. She sucked on them as they came into range as I continued fucking June. I don't think June was even aware of Julie's presence.

Julie abandoned my balls and came up close to my ear and whispered, "Save some for me?" June saw her then and they grinned at each other. Julie went to her knees in front of the seat and leaned in and sucked on June's tits, who was beginning to show signs of a pending orgasm. Her hips were flailing everywhere as I kept the pace. She had a frantic look on her face as her eyes burned hot with lust.

Julie increased her attack on June's nipples and June's face scrunched up and she screamed, "Jeeesssussss. I'm CCCUMMMINNNGG." Her pussy grabbed my cock and furiously began clenching on it. I kept up the pace and luxuriated in the sensation. I might have been able to catch up with her and blow my load as she was blowing hers but now there was Julie and her request to consider. I knew what Dad meant about keeping up with these two.

June groaned and groaned as her huge orgasm flooded through her. Her fingers were clenching and releasing. The tendons in her neck were distended. Her legs, under my thighs, clamped and released around my waist. She was one surging group of muscles until she began to relax. Her body seemed to melt under me. She had the most contented look on her face. Julie noticed the look too and she abandoned June's tits and looked up at me with a grin.

June's outside arm flopped down off the seat. If I didn't know better, I'd have thought she was unconscious or dead. She offered no resistance in any part of her body. Her eyes slowly opened and she grinned at Julie and muttered, "Now that's what I'm talking about."

Julie burst out laughing and looked up at me and said, "Can I get one of those, please?" Julie knew that the intensity of June's orgasm wasn't a planned thing. They just happened on occasion. Julie had experienced them before.

When June stopped clenching her pussy, I eased my cock out of her. She flexed her vaginal muscles trying to hold me inside her and grinned up at me as I slid out. Julie immediately wrapped her fingers around my gooey cock and started jerking me off to make sure I stayed hard. Her efforts were unnecessary but felt good. June looked down her body to see what Julie was doing and said, "You're going to have to find another seat because I can't move." I eased my thighs back from June's legs and she dropped her leg off the back of the seat and curled into a fetal position on her side.

I bent forward and pulled Julie to her feet and kissed her. She kissed me back with considerably more passion and we were off kissing anywhere we could reach. Julie staggered back toward the front seats, pulling me with her. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall. It was a pointless effort because she had no panties on anyway. She yanked her shirt over her head disrupting our kissing. She pushed me down into the front passenger seat and immediately crawled into my lap guiding my cock to her pussy.

She had my lower lip between her teeth as she groaned hard when my knob penetrated her. She bit down and I flinched and pulled back. She suddenly realized what she had done and she released my lip. She pressed her forehead to mine and whispered, "Sorry, Dex. You're cock makes me crazy." She eased down my shaft, groaning as she went and then began driving her hips forward and back as she pressed her tits against my chest. Nothing moved except for her hips writhing forward and back driving her pussy on and off my cock. I was in heaven as I focused on the sensation and my orgasm building higher and higher.

Julie pushed her face into my neck and whispered, "Hurry, Dex. I'm gonna blow... Oh gawwdd. Yes." Her head pulled back and she put everything she had into thrusting her pussy on and off my cock. I didn't have to hurry. My orgasm was right there and we exploded together into delirious bliss. I held her to my chest and allowed her hips to go where they went. She clenched hard on my cock as I launched many long streams of cum. Julie moaned, "Mmmmm," with each one.

When we were both done, Julie leaned back and placed her elbows on the dashboard and looked down at our coupling. Cum and her juices leaked out past my softening cock onto the seat. She giggled and said, "We're making a mess on the seat."

I said, "It's vinyl. It'll clean up easy. That is if I can peel my ass off of it." Julie laughed and eased herself back until the knob pulled out of her bubbling pussy. She ran her fingers through her sex and collected the cocktail of juices and licked her fingers clean before going back for more.

I watched her and then noticed that my car was parked just up ahead of us. Mom and Dad must have pulled off the road when they saw the van pull over. I smiled as I saw one of Mom's feet and ankle on the deck at the rear window. That was all I could see of Mom, but Dad's naked, white ass bobbed up into view above the back seat only to disappear again. His head was unmoving pressed against the rear passenger side window. Mom and Dad were fucking in the backseat of my car. Then I saw Mom's hands grip Dad's bobbing ass and she was obvious pulling him down into her.

I nodded toward my car and Julie turned her body enough so she could see what I was looking at. She giggled as she watched for a moment and then turned back to me and said, "I love to see them like that. Don't you?" I grinned and nodded as Dad's bobbing white ass went down out of sight and stayed down.

A few minutes later, Mom's hand appeared on the back deck and she pulled herself up to look back at us. She smiled when she saw me looking. She gave a thumbs-up sign as Dad sat up in the backseat looking forward. His body motions indicated that he was getting his clothes on before getting out of the car. He got in the driver's seat and Mom's naked body crawled over the console into the front passenger seat.

June had recovered and dressed as she took over the driving duties. Julie pushed herself off the dashboard and turned around facing front and sat her naked ass down on my lap. We were back on the road again and I held Julie's tits in my hands as she leaned her torso back against me. I didn't fondle them or tweak her nipples. I just cupped my hand around as much as I could hold.

Dad led us right to the driveway of the rented house. It was in a very nice neighborhood. It was an English Tudor style with stucco and dark brown beams on the outside. It had a two-car garage and a lot of windows with the diamond inserts. We stood in the driveway and just looked at it for a couple minutes before we got to work unloading.

Dad unlocked the huge wooden front door and we carried our first load inside. We took that first opportunity to inspect the house from top to bottom. It was very nice inside. The master bedroom with ensuite was downstairs and I laid claim to it. There was a king-size bed, a hi-boy and a mirrored bureau. The attached bathroom had a large glass enclosed shower, a deep jacuzzi tub and double sinks.

There were three good sized bedrooms upstairs. The upstairs bathroom was between two of the bedrooms with access from each. Both bedrooms had two double beds. The twins initially decided on each taking one of those bedrooms but before they could even start to unpack, they were back in the same room together. Mom and Dad took the bedroom left behind.

It took us the rest of the afternoon to unload the trailer, van and my car. We had brought a lot of kitchen stuff, not knowing that the house was fully stocked. We packed that back in the van to take back home. It was getting dark before we even thought to check out the backyard. It was fenced with tall bushes and trees. There was a nice deck with a gas-grill and a couple lounge chairs and a large shed on the back property-line. A covered hot tub sat beside the shed. Dad and I checked it out and found that it was dry. A piece of paper attached to the cover read, 'This hot tub works fine. Just fill with the hose in the shed and turn on.' We'd deal with it later.

We worked right through dinner and all of us were exhausted before we were done. We ordered pizza to be delivered and then we each went to our rooms. I stripped and took a quick shower and crawled into my bed. I'd never slept in a king size bed before, at least not alone. It seemed like it was my own private island. I planted myself right in the middle. I could hear Mom and Dad talking above me. I couldn't make out any words. It was just mumbling sounds.

I guess we were all just tired because I didn't hear any sounds of sex or anything else other than the sounds of our new house: the furnace, the refrigerator and the ice maker dropping cubes and spraying water in to make more. There was a dog barking way off in the distance. There was little car traffic as we were ensconced in an upscaled, nice residential neighborhood of houses consistent with this one. Small aircraft passed over occasionally, so there must be a small airport relatively close by. It would be fun exploring the area around the college. I had never ventured too far from campus before.

I stared at the ceiling in the dark trying to make out what Mom and Dad were saying just above me. I thought about Reece in her senior year at her college somewhere in the middle of the country. Thoughts of Reece brought thoughts of Sylvia in her new high-powered job. I was sure Fatima had moved in by now. Ginger and her coffee-cup came to mind as I drifted off and slept like a log.

I woke in the dark. The clock on the bureau by the door read, '5:08 AM'. I could hear the muffled voices of Mom and Dad in conversation. My usual morning woody was in my right hand. I gripped it tightly and released it and chuckled as my erection flexed back at my grip. I thought about going to the bathroom but that would have to wait until this erection went down. I removed my hand and let it tent my top sheet and blanket. I could easily take care of it myself, but I waited in hopes that Mom or one of the twins would come downstairs and take care of it for me. I fell back asleep as I waited.

The sun was shinning brightly when I woke again. The woody was gone and I heard noises in the kitchen. I got up and did my bathroom stuff and dressed casually for the day. Mom was in the kitchen. I had no clue what she'd be doing. We hadn't ventured out to buy groceries yet so there was nothing to be preparing for breakfast.

It turned out that she was just acquainting herself with where everything was in the cupboards and what the various appliances did. She greeted me with a hug and a kiss when I appeared at the sit-up bar. I kissed her back and ran my hands down her back to her ass and she giggled as she pushed her ass back against my hands. She gave me another peck on the lips and said, "What are we doing today. The girls have freshman orientation. A bus is picking them up soon. Your father has his weekly teleconference with Corporate and he is preparing for it now. That leaves us." She grinned at me. I could tell what she was thinking from the sultry look in her eyes.

Before I could answer her question, she headed for the stairs and yelled up, "Girls. The bus will be here soon to pick you up. I hope you are nearly ready." She got a reply but I couldn't make out what was said. Mom came back to the kitchen and asked her question again, "Any thoughts on what we could do to amuse ourselves today?"

I didn't want to disappoint Mom. She was obviously thinking about sex somewhere. I was anxious to get back in a gym to workout. I hadn't done much to keep myself in shape all summer. Mom must have seen the look in my eyes and said, "What are you thinking?"

I confessed that I had planned to go to the field house weight-room and work up a sweat. I was surprised when Mom's eyes widened and she grinned. I could almost see the gears churning. She said, "That's perfect. I brought my new workout outfit on a whim. I've never worn it before. I plan on joining a spa to get this flabby body back in shape."

She giggled and I scanned her from head to toe and said, "Yeah right Mom. That is some kind of flabby body you've got there." Mom giggled and leaned in and kissed me.

She whispered, "Dexter. You're so sweet." She pecked me on the lips again and headed for the stairs again. She looked back over her shoulder at me and said, "I'll get ready." I was anxious to check out her new outfit. I could easily envision an outfit that would totally disrupt my workout and every other guy in the gym too.

The bus came for the twins and they thundered down the stairway yelling, "Have a good day everybody." The front door slammed and I headed to my room to get my gym-bag, which contained an old pair of cotton athletic shorts with the college insignia on the left hip, an extremely baggy sleeveless tee shirt, ratty old sneakers and a fresh pair of white cotton athletic socks. Towels were provided by the College in the locker rooms.

Upstairs, I found Dad in the fourth bedroom that had a small bed but was more setup like an office with a desk. Dad's laptop computer displayed a screen of vertical multi-colored bands ready to start his teleconference. I told Dad what Mom and I had planned and I could tell that he was distracted by his preparations. I said, "I love you Dad."

He mumbled back, "I love you too, Dex." Dad never called me 'son' or even Dexter. The use of 'Dexter' was reserved for Mom when she was pissed-off at me. I couldn't remember the last time she had called my 'Dexter'.

When I saw Mom, she was dressed in a formless, gray, baggy sweat suit and a new pair of neon blue sneakers. The contrast between her feet and the rest of her was striking. I chuckled when I noticed that Mom had applied makeup and her hair was immaculate. I figured that there was only one reason a female went to workout with makeup on was to present herself in the best light to attract the men as they worked out. In spite of Mom's baggy outfit, there would likely be a lot of interest. Mornings were a popular time for students, male and female, to workout on the machines and free-weights.

Mom grabbed her bag, which looked like it contained street clothes to change into after her workout and shower, and we got in my car. Ten minutes later we were walking into the field house which consisted of a huge open-air space with an extremely tall I-beam ceiling. We headed for the locker-rooms to stow our bags and I told Mom that I'd meet her by the exercise equipment, which consisted of many stationary bikes, ellipticals, treadmills and stair-masters.

I was on a treadmill, warming up, when Mom climbed onto an elliptical beside me. My jaw nearly fell to the moving belt and I stumbled as I lost concentration on what I was doing. Mom had stripped off her baggy sweat suit and her 'new workout outfit' was on display. She looked at me and simply smiled at my reaction. Above her new neon-blue sneakers she wore mid-calf, spandex, yoga-pants of the same color, in a swirling pattern. The contours of her amazing body were on full display. On top, she wore a sports bra that came half-way from the bottom on her boobs to her navel, revealing her taut, flat stomach. Below her boobs was a black spandex. The cups over her big tits were the same neon blue as her pants and sneakers. It was cut deep to display considerable cleavage. Several black straps went over her shoulders to gather at her shoulder-blades. She looked good enough to eat and I planned on doing just that as soon as possible. I could feel my cock hardening and there would be no hiding it in these gym-shorts. Mom noticed my condition and giggled as she got her elliptical going. She leaned toward me and loudly whispered, "Is there some place in this huge facility where we would have some privacy?"

My mind was racing through the possibilities only to be discarded as being too much of a risk of getting caught. I knew that's exactly what she wanted but there is risk and too much risk. I was starting to breathe heavily and I wasn't sure if it was the treadmill exertion or sexual anticipation as my cock was at full size and tenting the front of my shorts. Mom just stared at it as she pumped up and down on the elliptical machine. Her face was flushed red and her breathing was ramping up too.

I heard doors slamming open on the other end of the field house and moments later a horde of young guys in football uniforms and helmets jogged through the exercise room heading for the locker room. They came in groups of five or ten and then one or two at a time. There were a lot of them. Some of them noticed Mom on the elliptical machine and they would turn to their teammates and point toward her. There were cat-calls and whistles as expected but a group of coaches followed and yelled at them to 'knock it off'.

Several of the coaches followed the players into the locker room but one walked over toward us. We kept on going as he stopped in front of Mom and said, "Are you the new massage therapist?" Mom stopped her machine and stood there on the pedals looking at the coach. He was looking her up and down and I stopped my treadmill. The coach continued before Mom could answer his question. "The Athletic Director hired a therapist to start the new season but he said he'd be a day late in arriving and that he'd arrange for a temporary therapist to cover for him."

I looked from the coach to Mom and I smiled to myself as I could see her mind working. She smiled at the coach and said, "Yes. My brother asked if I could stand in for him until he arrived." She wiped her right hand on her hip and stuck it out toward the coach. "My name is Veronica. Call me Ronny." I silently groaned to myself as the coach smiled and shook her hand while he stared at her ample cleavage. She stepped down off the elliptical and said, "This is my assistant, Josh."

The coach had a confused look on his face and said, "Assistant?"

Mom smiled and said, "More like personal security. I've had occasions when the client gets a little aggressive and grabby. Especially with young guys requesting, uuummm... well, you know. It's really for protection of everyone. You understand." The look of confusion washed from the coach's face and turned into a smile as he scanned Mom from head to toe and nodded.

He was getting a boner too and he nervously turned and headed for the locker room. At the door he turned back and said, "I'll find you here when we are ready for you?" Mom grinned and nodded.

As soon as the coach was gone, I turned to Mom and said, "Holy shit, Mom. What are you thinking?"

Mom grinned at me and said, "I was thinking about all those young, firm bodied, naked guys on a table with my hands kneading their muscles. Besides, this will be a chance to use those massage lessons that I took at the high school continuing education program." She had a far away sultry look in her eyes as she chewed gently on her lower lip. Her nipples were on high-beam and pushing against the tight spandex material. My erection had softened from the distraction of all the guys tromping through but it was hardening again as I imagined what Mom was going to do with these football players.

Mom was spotting for me on the free weights when the coach appeared again. He handed us both long, white cotton coats like doctors wore. He looked at Mom and said, "We don't want to get the natives restless, do we?" Mom laughed and pulled the coat on. I did the same and the coach led us through the locker room doors to a separate room with a massage table set up in the middle. A crisp white sheet was spread across the table and others were folded on a table. There was an array of oils and scents and soft music played through speakers mounted in the ceiling. Rolled towels flanked the sides of the face hole in the table. Mom went right to the table of various oils and poured some on her hands and rubbed them together as she eyed my erection in my tented shorts poking out under the white coat.