The only thing stopping me from falling asleep was the fact that as soon as I relaxed completely, my legs began to sink. My eyes were half closed and my breathing was slow and steady. Suddenly I was pulled out of my reverie by the sound of my phone ringing again.
I groaned and wondered who was calling me now. Was Jas realising what had happened and calling to let me know she was upset? Was Ben calling back because he was bored and couldn’t get to sleep? I swam over to the edge of the pool and reached for my phone. Just as my hand was about to pick up the phone, it stopped ringing. Man, that’s annoying. I thought about ignoring it, but I had already been pulled out of the relaxed state I was in, and I wasn’t going to be able to get that relaxed feeling back again now.
I opened the phone and saw that there was a missed call from Zoe. I looked at the time and was amazed to see that eleven o’clock had come and gone. I immediately hit the dial button and waited for her to pick up.
“Hi, Mum.”
“Hi, sweetie. Is everything alright?”
I asked this because it was unusual for Zoe to ring before coming home from work.
“Yeah, I’m good. I just wanted to let you know that I was going to go out with the guys from work, so I won’t be home tonight.”
Oh, fuck!
“Ah, honey, I’ve got no problem with you going out with your friends, but I need you to come home first.”
She sighed, and I could hear that she was annoyed that her plans were being derailed.
“Why? I’ve got a change of clothes in the car.”
“No, it’s not that, honey. The keys got locked in the house, and I have been stuck in the backyard with your brother and his mates all night. Aunt Jas is away, and so is Dad. I need you to come and let us back in the house.”
I could hear the laughter bubbling away under the surface of her voice as she tried to sound concerned.
“Oh, man. Stuck out there with that lot of pervs. That must suck.”
“You don’t know the half of it; I’m only dressed in my bathers.”
“Oh, God. This truly is an emergency. I’ll be there soon.”
“Thanks, Zoe. I appreciate it.”
“No problem, Mum.”
I hung up and sighed with relief.
I checked once again that everything was tucked in where it needed to be and climbed out of the pool. I couldn’t believe how tired and weak my limbs felt, but then I remembered that I had had several strong orgasms already tonight as well as a lot of wine.
I stood beside the pool, letting the water run off my body while I tried to regain some of the strength in my legs. I looked around myself and spotted the wine bottle and glass. I picked them up and slowly walked back towards the house. My legs felt like jelly, and I wondered if my knees would continue to support me.
I felt strangely disembodied as I realised the amount of alcohol I had drunk was having a far greater effect on me than I thought it was. I guess multiple orgasms, followed by lying back and floating in the water, were distracting me from the effects of the wine.
I sat the empty bottle down next to the empties the boys had stacked next to the barbecue and put my glass on the table. I must have looked a bit unsteady because Pat left his friends and walked over to me.
“Are you okay, Mum?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, Pat. I have just had more wine than I thought. Your sister will be here soon, so once she unlocks the house, I can go and have a shower and go to bed.”
He seemed relieved to hear that Zoe was on her way home.
“Mum, I’m really sorry about locking the keys in the house.”
“It’s okay, Pat. It was just an accident.”
“I know, but being stuck out here with us must be annoying.”
“Worse things have happened to me.”
I chuckled as I thought about the number of times I have cum tonight and the circumstances surrounding each orgasm. I’ve definitely had worse nights than this.
“When Zoe gets home, make sure you put your keys in your pocket so if you get locked out again, you can get back in. I’m going to go to bed and hopefully not wake up with a hangover.”
“Okay, Mum.”
“And try not to make too much noise; you don’t want to annoy the neighbours.”
I could see him fighting the urge to roll his eyes at me, and it made me laugh.
“Alright, I’ll stop being a mum.”
Pat smiled, aware that his thoughts had bubbled to the surface. He turned back to his friends and made his way over to them.
It was less than five minutes later that Zoe arrived home. I have never been so relieved to see her come home. She opened the door and looked at me, trying hard to hide the grin that was attempting to surface.
“Rough night, hey, Mum?”
I chuckled at the understatement.
“You could say that. It’s certainly been interesting.”
Zoe glanced across at Pat and his friends. I couldn’t help but notice a small bite of the bottom lip for a moment, and I wondered if there was some history between Zoe and any of the boys.
“Hmm, I can imagine.”
She seemed to shake herself out of her reverie after a moment and looked back at me. She blushed a little as she cleared her throat and turned away from me.
“Anyway, now you can have a shower and go to bed and get away from this lot.”
She pointed with her thumb back over her shoulder at the guys. She wandered back towards her room, I assume, to grab something she had forgotten to take with her earlier. I thanked her for saving us as she walked away.
“No problem, Mum. I’ll most likely be staying out for the night, so don’t wait up for me.”
“Okay. Have a good time, sweetie.”
I made my way back upstairs to my bedroom, where I got my nightie and a clean pair of underwear. I made my way into the bathroom and soaked for far too long under the shower. As much as it was still a warm night, I had been in the pool so long that my core temperature had dropped, and I was feeling cool, so it was nice to soak in the warm water.
I was absolutely exhausted as I crawled into bed. I sent Ben a good night message, and after a moment I decided to send one to Jas as well. I didn’t want her waking up with a hangover and feeling weird about what had happened. I told her I loved her and that when she was feeling a bit more human, to give me a call.
I plugged my phone into the charger, laid my head on the pillow, and moments later I was in a deep sleep. A sleep that was filled with a constantly evolving array of erotic dreams involving a whole cast of people. Ben and Jas featured in the majority of them, and Andy with his magnificent cock also appeared in several of them. There were even moments with Pat and Zoe, but to begin with, it was only as observers of the erotic madness that was pouring from me like some psychedelic trip.
At one point in my dream, I was sitting in a chair, naked and masturbating. I looked around and saw that both Ben and Zoe were there too. They were also naked and slowly masturbating, but they weren’t looking at each other or at me; instead, their focus was on something else. I was amazed that they were doing this in such a nonchalant way, and I turned to see what they were looking at.
In front of us on a white fluffy rug were Pat and Jas. They were both naked, and as I watched, Pat rolled onto his back. His hard cock lay back against his stomach. Jas took his cock gently in her hand and leaned down to kiss it. She slipped it between her lips, and Pat moaned in delight. She got back up on her knees but held onto his cock, making it point straight up. She lifted her leg up and straddled his body. As she did, I noticed her pussy was completely hairless and oozing cum.
She placed her foot down to balance herself, then, still smiling at Pat and keeping eye contact with him, she lowered herself down onto his cock. Guiding him inside her until she slid all the way down and her ass squashed against his thighs. It was so realistic that I could smell her cum and hear the sounds of wet pussy. I felt someone looking at me, and I turned to see Ben staring at me with a hungry look on his face.
I blinked and realised that it wasn’t Ben staring at me at all, but there was definitely a pair of hungry-looking eyes staring at me through my half-closed bedroom door. Didn’t I shut that door earlier when I came to bed? I realised at the same moment that I had stripped my nightie off at some point through the night and I had two fingers buried deep inside my pussy. I also realised that I was on the verge of yet another orgasm. The eyes watching me in the darkness did nothing to deter me; in fact, being watched just added to my desire.
My eyes closed tight as my orgasm rolled over me. My body twitched and heaved on the bed as my hips bucked up against my fingers, trying to increase the pressure. My ass lifted off the bed completely, and I felt fluids gushing from me and out between my fingers. My ass cheeks had those fluids dripping from them and running down my back, and I knew I would be soaking my sheets, but I just didn’t care at the moment.
Slowly I calmed down, and my butt lowered gently back to the sheets. I was surprised to feel just how wet they were, and I was just slightly disappointed to know that I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep. I was going to have to get out of bed and change the sheets. No way could I sleep in this. My heart was still pounding, and as I removed my fingers, I realised that I was a little tender. My poor pussy had taken quite a beating since I got home last night.
I turned to look at the clock; it was three a.m. It was at this moment that I remembered the eyes peering in through my half-open door. My head swung back to the door, but there was no one there. Had I dreamed it? Had someone been looking through my door in the middle of the night? Someone watching me as I lie here naked? Watching me as I played with my pussy?
I stood up on somewhat wobbly legs and moved over to the door. I looked down the hall, but the other rooms had closed doors, and there were no sounds coming from anywhere in the house. Maybe it was all just part of the dream; maybe I just wanted someone to be watching me masturbate. I looked again at the door standing half open and frowned. It was incredibly rare for me to leave my bedroom door open, even more so with other people around. It was certainly possible; I wasn’t exactly in a normal state of mind when I came to bed, but it didn’t feel right.
Knowing I wasn’t going to get to the bottom of this any time soon, I shook my head and turned to the bed. I quickly stripped the sheets off the bed and bundled them in my arms. The smell of my cum was strong, and it made me smile, remembering how good that orgasm had been.
As I walked to the en-suite, I realised that I was very sticky and decided that I was too awake to go straight back to sleep now, so I decided to have another quick shower before making my bed again.
By the time I crawled back into the fresh sheets, it was half past three. This time, though, I didn’t fall immediately back to sleep. There were too many thoughts and conflicting feelings running through my head, especially as the details of my dreams came back to me. I spent what felt like hours turning my thoughts, feelings and motives over in my mind, trying to understand where it had all come from and where it was going.
I was no wiser by the time exhaustion overtook me and I finally succumbed. I woke slowly the next day, noticing how bright the room had become. This could mean only one thing. The height of the trees around our property meant that the sun didn’t shine through the windows until after nine o’clock in summer and much later in winter.
I rolled over to look at the clock and saw that it was half past nine. I also noticed a pounding headache, the sweats and generally feeling like crap. I sat up and waited for my head to stop pounding before I attempted to stand. Once I was steady on my feet, I made my way downstairs. I was so thirsty it wasn’t funny, and I cursed myself for not having a big drink of water before going to bed. It was the number one rule I had for when I had been drinking, and it almost always stopped a bad hangover. I blushed as I remembered the other reason I might have been dehydrated and again silently cursed myself for not having water before bed.
I walked into the kitchen and immediately had some painkillers and a huge glass of water. I drank it all down quickly and then filled the glass again. I looked around expecting the usual mess the boys left when they had been over but was surprised to see the place looking quite clean. I looked out into the backyard, and the bright sun stabbed at my eyes painfully until they could adjust to the bright light.
I caught some movement and tracked it until my eyes focused. My brain was so sluggish this morning. I saw Pat standing at the barbecue with his back to me. He appeared to be cooking something, but I couldn’t see what. I made my way out through the door, carefully making sure that I didn’t lock us out again. I walked over to my son and put an arm around his waist and rested my head on his shoulder.
“Morning, Pat.”
“Morning, Mum. How are you feeling?”
“Pretty ordinary to be honest, but those bacon and eggs smell good.”
My stomach rumbled in agreement, loud enough for Pat to hear it. He chuckled as he looked at me in surprise.
“Apparently so. I take it you want some?”
“Oh, God, yes.”
I blushed again as I realised just how sexual my desire for the bacon and eggs sounded, but neither of us commented on that, and a slightly awkward silence followed. I wasn’t sure if it was awkward for both of us or if I was just being overly sensitive. I decided a subject change was needed.
“Where are the boys?”
“Oh, they left about half an hour ago. Andy had some family thing he had to go to, and they decided to share an Uber so they could pick up their cars from his place.”
“I’m surprised you are all up and about so early.”
“We all kind of fell asleep out here last night, so once the sun was up, sleeping wasn’t really an option.”
“Fair enough.”
Suddenly I remembered the eyes watching me as I came last night, and I wondered again if someone had come into the house to watch me, or was it just part of my dreams? I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to know.
“Did Zoe come home at all?”
“No. I think she was staying with some of her work friends. I know she was planning on drinking, so she wouldn’t have driven.”
Well, that tells me it wasn’t her watching me. I wanted to pursue this conversation, but at the same time I was afraid to, so I let it drop for now.
Pat handed me an egg and bacon sandwich with barbecue sauce on it, and I was salivating so hard my jaws ached. I went and sat on one of the chairs on the shady end of the deck. I was pleased to see Pat follow me after making his own sandwich and turning off the grill. He saw me looking at it and smiled.
“I’ll clean it later, Mum; I won’t forget.”
“I wasn’t actually thinking about that, Pat, but don’t forget to, please.”
“I won’t.”
We ate in silence for a few moments, then he asked, with a noticeable amount of apprehension.
“So, what were you thinking about?”
It was an odd question to sound nervous about, and I wondered how much he knew of what had happened last night.
“Just that it was a strange night last night. It was weird being locked out with you all, but it wasn’t completely unpleasant. I also had weird dreams, and it’s left me feeling a bit strange.”
I could see the colour rising up his neck and cheeks, and I knew for sure he either knew something or had seen more than perhaps he should have. He chuckled a little nervously.
“Yeah, sorry about locking us all out like that.”
“It was an accident. It happens. We really need to get that door fixed.”
“So, umm, what were your weird dreams about?”
I thought that this would be the best opportunity I would get to ask who had been in the house and perhaps get an answer to my question.
“It was weird and, well, very personal, if you know what I mean. It’s just that… Well, I’m not sure that it was all a dream or if I was awake…
