Sleepwalking Mom Ch. 21

Valerie's head snapped back and her eyes pinched shut. The sheer volume was too much for her and she pulled off just as the second shot splattered across her face onto Vanessa's face, who pulled back too. She was quick thinking and aimed my cock down at her tits. The third strong shot splattered across her chest and she was already trying to wrap her tits around my cock. The fourth shot fired up through her cleavage and splattered off her chin and up above her head and settled back in her perfectly coifed hair.

The remaining shot did the same and Valerie seemed content to accept wherever the cum went. She started laughing as cum rained down on her head. When she was satisfied that I was done. She released my cock from her tit-flesh and giggled. She said, "AND, he shoots gallons in power streams of cum; not like the weak dribbles of cum from..." She shot her thumb back over her head at John or Big Jim. I couldn't tell which.

My cock was covered with gooey white cum. Valerie had plans to take my cum in her mouth after she was satisfied that the taste would be acceptable. She took the opportunity now as she pushed her lips down my shaft and swirled her tongue around, collecting the cum. Vanessa grinned at Valerie and Valerie pulled off and aimed my cock at Vanessa who, without hesitation drove her lips down my shaft as far as she could and her tongue flailed around the shaft collecting whatever was left. I grinned down at both of them and when Vanessa pulled off, I stepped back and wiped their saliva off my cock as it slowly softened. I let them watch with interest as my cock softened until it dangled out over my balls.

Big Jim said, "Fuck that was awesome. Cum was flying everywhere." John was snoring under the bedclothes.

Valerie looked back at the lump of bedclothes and said, "Beautiful. Our first night of marriage and the Groom cums twice and he's sound asleep. Vanessa roared with laughter.

I said, "I'm sure you have a bunch of cock ready and waiting for you. What do you want to do?

Valerie hesitated for a few moments and looked at Vanessa before she said, "Unlock the door and let them in. Everyone wants a shot at the Bride and Groom. Good luck to those that were looking for fun with him."

Vanessa said, "Don't worry. We'll get him going again. We're gonna have a great time with the gang." She looked at me and said, "Will you and Sarah stick around?" I shook my head to decline her invitation. She frowned as I headed for the front door.

The crowd had dispersed at the Bride and Grooms door and I could hear moans and groans coming from rooms up and down the hallway. A few were hanging around and one couple was actually fucking by the door with a naked woman pressed to the wall while her suitor fucked her doggy style from behind. They were grunting like rutting pigs. I announced that the Bride and Groom were ready to receive their friends at their convenience. I was about to step back when I noticed a uniformed housekeeper, pushing a cart, step out of the elevator at the end of the hall. I added to my announcement, "My previous announcement will be delayed until the housekeeper coming down the hall is finished." I stepped back into the hall amused with myself for my butlery announcement. I held the door open to allow housekeeping to enter and then I shut it. She gawked at my state of undress. She looked me in the eyes and then scanned down over my body as she went by.

I paused at the master bedroom door to watch what the maid would do with John. Vanessa and Valerie had disappeared. Probably to the master bathroom. The housekeeper swooped into the bedroom and tried to scoop the soiled bedding up but met considerable resistance. She kept looking back at me as I stood in the doorway completely naked. The housekeeper pulled on the wet bedding again and screamed when suddenly there was a naked man rolled up in the sheets. I chuckled but wondered if she thought maybe he was dead.

John sat up and stroked his flaccid cock a few times. The maid snatched up the bedding and fled the room. I helped John up and moved him to the bathroom so the maid could do her job. She was coming back from her cart with a fresh set of bedding and I told her I'd cleared the room for her. I told her she would need to replace all the towels and probably the bedding in the second room and then disappeared. She yelled out, "Thank you, Sir." I was already down the hall and didn't reply.

Reece was sitting up when I walked in. She grinned at me and said, "I assume you fucked everybody into the ground after you finished me off." I assumed that her question was rhetorical and grinned at her as I sat beside her and kissed her. She kissed me back and I helped her up and we moved to the bathroom for a shower.

We had to dry off with a couple of hand towels. Reece said, "Oh my God. I feel human again." I smiled and handed her dress to her and helped her into it. She had some makeup items in the clutch purse and when she appeared back in the bedroom, she was as gorgeous as when we arrived. I was already dressed and waiting.

We followed the housekeeper out the door and then I announced that everyone could come in. I set the lock on the door so it wouldn't lock and led Reece out through the several young men and women trying to get in.

In the elevator going down, Reece started laughing. I looked at her wondering what was tickling her. She said, "I wish I could see the look on the real Sarah's face when Valerie contacts her about picking up where we left off tonight." Of course, the jig would be up as soon as they meet the actual Sarah and discover she isn't the Sarah they met tonight. I don't think I've ever had more fun. You're a genius for coming up with this plan."

The elevator doors opened and we stepped out and several of the young people from the wedding hurried in. The word was out that the party was on upstairs on the ninth floor. As I took Reece's hand and we walked out to the car, Reece said, "What came over you tonight. You fucked me near to death. I've never ever begged a guy to stop because I just couldn't continue after God knows how many orgasms." I just shrugged. She laughed as she thought about the Bride's squirt. "There's no way I'd have guessed that these swingers wouldn't have experienced a squirt before. What the fuck was that all about?" I laughed and again just shrugged. "Vanessa seemed like she was the only normal person there."

I unlocked the car doors with the fob and I opened her door and she stepped in grinning at me. I closed her door and got behind the wheel and headed back to Sylvia's apartment. Reece was quiet as I drove until she burst out laughing again. I looked over at her and she said, "What a riot Thelma and Grandpa was. She was trying to jerk him off right there at the table and then he tries to get Sylvia to jerk him off instead and then he tries to force my hand into his pants. The two of them openly talked about molesting each other as teenagers. Fuck, they're brother and sister. What the fuck is that about?" I chuckled but stayed quiet about the brother/sister comment. Reece was quiet a moment and then said, "It's kind of hot when you think about it."

If Sylvia had suspected that I was engaged in family sex, she obviously had said nothing about it to Reece. I contemplated telling Reece about Sylvia and I witnessing Thelma's blow job but I knew I couldn't give the story the proper justice, so I said nothing about it. You had to be there to understand what happened.

I walked Reece up to Sylvia's apartment. Neither Sylvia nor Fatima were home. They were probably still working the wedding and the ninth floor after-party. Reece said, "We're here alone. Let me reciprocate. I owe you a bunch of orgasms.

I laughed and said, "Don't be silly. You can have many orgasms and I can do one or probably two. It's apples and oranges."

She pulled me inside and said, "Okay, then let me peel an orange. Besides, I don't want to be here alone after... well, you know." She should have just led with that last part. I knew I was fully recovered as was she and I had no real good reason to go home tonight other than to get ready for work. I relented and stepped into the hall and let her shut the door. It was late, or actually early as she pulled me by the hand down the hall to her bedroom. She turned on the bathroom light on the way by to provide illumination when she turned off her bedroom light.

Like she said, she peeled me like an orange as I stood at the foot of the bed. I was as hard as ever before she finished and she couldn't resist one trip down my cock with her lips as she pulled down my pants. She stood up and with one pull of the zipper on her dress, she was as naked as me. We were both already breathing heavily and I pulled her to me. She came willingly and mashed her breasts to my chest. She kissed me passionately and then clung to my neck gazing into my eyes. My cock was trapped between our bodies but she just ignored it until I intentionally flexed it. She giggled and said, "Don't ruin the moment. I'm feeling kind of emotional. Her eyes glistened in the dim light leaking in from the hallway. I kissed her eyes and tasted her salty tears. She kissed me again, hard and with tongue. I responded in kind.

She broke our embrace and said, "I have to get this makeup off or we'll really have a mess in the morning." I knew she was exaggerating. She was beautiful with no makeup but she turned glamorous when she used it, but I knew she didn't use much. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and headed for the bathroom. My guess was that she was stalling for time to collect herself from her emotional moment. I wondered what had brought that on. I could have just let it go, but in the short time that I'd known her, I knew she wasn't prone to emotions getting the best of her. I decided to follow her and address it here and now.

The door to the bathroom was shut but not locked so I turned the doorknob and pushed the door in. Reece was standing naked at the mirror and quickly made like she was cleaning her face but she had only retreated to the bathroom so she could cry in private and in secret. She wouldn't make eye contact with me in mirror and I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her. With her stilettos still on, she stood at over six-foot. She quickly grabbed a facecloth and wiped at her eye makeup that was smeared from her tears. She coughed to hide her quiet sobs. I didn't touch her in a sexual way. My arms were positioned below her breasts and she laid one hand down on my right arm.

With the facecloth to one eye, she glanced at my reflection. I kissed her gently on the top of her shoulder and then the back of her neck. I didn't push. I wanted her to freely explain why she was so sad after we'd had such a wonderful and exciting night. She had wanted me to stay but now I got the impression that she wanted me to go.

I gently turned her around to face me so that the mirror didn't serve to separate us. She offered no resistance as she turned. She wouldn't look at my eyes though and she pulled herself to me so her chin was on my shoulder. I chuckled because that move was just so she didn't have to look at me at all.

I leaned back and kissed her on her forehead and spoke for the first time, "What's wrong Babe. Why the tears. Have I done something wrong?" She shook her head and sniffled. I grabbed several tissues from a box on the countertop and handed them to her. She took them and daubed at her eyes and then her nose before scrunching them up in her fist.

She pulled her forehead back and looked up at me and said, "No. You haven't done anything wrong. It's me. I was about to do something wrong. Something very mean. I'm disgusted with myself that I could even consider it."

I was completely confused. She looked away from me and I pulled her chin back to my face." She burst out crying again and sobbed out, "I can't even bear to have you look at me." She tried to turn away again but I held her chin in place. Tears poured from her eyes and she grabbed me and pulled me into her as she sobbed and sobbed. Her tears poured down my chest. I gently held her and bent down and kissed her on the lips. She didn't kiss me back.

I took her hand and led her out of the bathroom to the living room and sat down in a chair and pulled Reece into my lap and held her like one holds a young child. She's stopped sobbing but she continued to sniffle. She unraveled the wad of tissues mashed up in hand. I said, "Tell me."

She said, "You'll hate me. You'll say you never could but you will."

I kissed her lips, which were trembling. "Reece. Tell me."

She wiped her eyes again and whimpered, "Okay, but you probably won't want to ever see me again and that makes me sad." She sniffled and said, "Sylvia asked me to come here, to visit for the remainder of the summer but she never said why. I came anyway. The reason became apparent soon enough and we even discussed it. She wanted to fix me up with you so she could renew her relationship with Fatima and not feel guilty about jilting you for another woman." So far, she had offered nothing that I didn't already know. I let her continue without interruption.

She poked the soggy wad of tissues to her eyes and continued, "I liked you right away, and not just your cock. Although that's pretty nice. In the short time together, I have become attached to you like I hadn't planned for. With the end of Summer approaching and the start of college classes looming, my plan was to just leave to go home and that day was tomorrow. I was just going to be gone and not say good-bye or anything, just disappear. I figured I wouldn't see you again, so what was the big deal. Sylvia told me that my plan wasn't right. I figured that she just didn't want to be left to explain my actions, so I stayed on that plan." Her story was beginning to make some sense.

"As we got closer and the date got closer, I was torturing myself. I felt worse and worse and now that we are on the eve of that decision, I couldn't even stand myself for considering going through with it. I'm sorry Dex. I'm a terrible person who's not worthy of having a friend like you. I couldn't blame you if you never want to see me again."

I pulled her face up to mine and kissed her sensuously and she started crying again and whimpered, "I'm sorry Dex. I'm so sorry." I held her tightly against me. She was silent for several moments and then said, "I just didn't have the guts to tell you I had to go. I didn't want to deal with it. I'm gutless." We were both quiet except for some sniffles. I wasn't sure what to say. I didn't want to chastise her for her evil plan. I realized during that silence that I cared for her too much.

The front door opened and then shut. I heard the coat closet door in the hall open and then shut. The heels clicking down the hall belonged to Sylvia. Reece frantically daubed at her eyes with her soggy tissues. It was a pointless effort on her part if she was trying to prevent Sylvia's Q&A because her red eyes gave her away.

Sylvia walked into the living room and not expecting anyone to be in the living room she startled and stopped short. She looked at me sitting in a chair in the nude holding Reece who was also nude, except for her stilettos. Reece was trying to hide her face but Sylvia could tell there was a problem. She came in and sat down trying to look into Reece's face. Reece avoided Sylvia's gaze.

Sylvia looked at me trying to get some clue to what was going on and then Sylvia understood. She said to me, "She told you that she planned to leave tomorrow without saying good-bye, huh?" I nodded.

Reece blurted out, "You were right. You've always been right. I'm wild and evil," and she started wailing worse than ever. Sylvia slid out of her chair and knee walked over to our chair and brushed Reece's blonde hair from her eyes. Reece wouldn't look at her and she tucked her face to my neck.

Sylvia said, "Oh Reece. Sweetie. I never said you were evil, although I was thinking that if you went through with your plan that you might be. Wild? Yes. Wilder than me. Everyone is wilder than me." Reece giggled and nodded. Sylvia pushed herself in against Reece's defensive position and kissed her on the cheek. "Come on Reece, planning to do something bad isn't as bad and going through with it. Your conscience got the better of you. You are redeemed." Still nothing from Reece. Sylvia looked at me and said, "Are you pissed off?" She scrunched up her face because she knew that she had asked a question that she didn't know the answer to.

I smiled at Sylvia and the stress in her face washed away in a moment. I said, "If you had just left, I would have been pissed off. For just planning it, I realize that you didn't know how to say good-bye. Telling me everything tells me that you care what I think and I think I care for you very much."

Reece pulled her head out of my neck and looked up at me through her tears and said, "You don't hate me?" I shook my head and kissed her on the lips. Sylvia grinned at me and leaned in and kissed Reece and then me. She mouthed the words, 'thank you'.

I said, "What time is your flight tomorrow. I'll drive you to the airport, if that's okay."

Reece kissed me and grinned as she said, "I'd like that. Three PM."

Sylvia stood up and looked at her watch and said, "I'm not sure if it even makes sense to go to bed. I have to get ready for work in an hour. I looked at my watch. It was after four o'clock. Sylvia went to her room and a couple minutes later came back dressed in one of her kimonos and handed one to Reece, who got up and pulled it on before resuming her position in my lap. Sylvia looked at me and said, "I don't have a kimono that would fit you." We all laughed. I was content just the way I was.

We talked and laughed about the ridiculous Wedding Reception and After-Party. Reece hadn't been with Sylvia and I when we found Aunt Thelma and her brother in the conference room and she laughed hard when Sylvia related the story to her. It turned out that we could make a funny story out of it.

Sylvia told us what happened up on the ninth floor after we left. "The Groom got drunk and passed out in the living room while one girl after another tried to suck his cock up so they could fuck him sitting there unconscious in the chair. I line of several guys gang-banged the Bride in a doggy position while she laid across the dining room table blowing another line of guys. She couldn't even walk or talk by the time they were done. The homely Maid of Honor was frantically sucking any guy's cock she could get her mouth on. It was nut's and I'm making myself horny just thinking about it."

Sylvia stopped talking and then wanted the details of our participation in the After-Party before Fatima let the rest of them up. I started to tell it but Reece wanted to tell the story so I let her go. By the time Reece finished, Sylvia's face was flushed with sexual need. She had parted her kimono and was fingering herself as she listened. Reece sure could tell an erotic story. Sylvia's action was getting me aroused and Reece was becoming distracted by my erection poking her in the ass and she started gyrating her hips.

A huge yawn belied her interest in my erection. She leaned her head down on my shoulder and stopped moving all together. My thighs had gone to sleep from lack of blood flow and the tingling pain was working against my erection and it was soon gone. Reece snuffled and settled down again. Sylvia pulled her hand from her sex and stood up to come over to my chair. She looked down at Reece and grinned as she said, "She's out. Put her in bed. There's still something I need to talk to you about."

I nodded and leaned our combined weight forward and stood up carrying Reece with me. Sylvia led the way to Reece's bedroom and pulled back the bedding as I lowered her. She immediately curled up in a fetal position and mumbled something unintelligible but never woke up. I grabbed up my clothes and carried them back to the living room and got dressed. I took my seat again and Sylvia took her same seat on the sofa.