Chapter 1

Waking up with no pajama bottoms on is weird. Waking up with no bottoms on next to your wife would be one thing, but she wasn't home. I threw on a pair of boxers and went in search of my pants. I pulled back the sheets and looked under the bed, no dice.

I looked out the window at the dawn approaching. The clock on my bedside table said 5:45, surprising me. I usually got up grudgingly when my alarm went off at 7:30, dogged tired. This morning I woke up an hour early, and totally refreshed. I stretched mightily and wondered what the deal was. I scratched my butt and went to the bathroom for a drink. After downing a cold glass of h2o, I went to the door of my bedroom and opened it, looking out into the hall. It was mostly dark and shadowy, except down at the end where I had put out a nightlight for my mother in law to find her way to the bathroom across the hall. Her door was open, and it looked like my pants were on the floor in front of it.

"Why is her door open?" I wondered to myself. "Must have left it that way when she went to the bathroom," I convinced myself as I went down the hall to pick up my bottoms. I picked them up off the floor and looked in on my mother in law. She was sound asleep, and stunning, lying there with the blanket covering just her feet.

"WHOA!" I said to myself, shutting the door quickly, but quietly. "Julie sleeps nude! NICE!!!"

I have to explain about my mother in law. Julie is my wife's mom, but is only older by 15 years. Janet, my wife is 21, and works as a translator for the French consulate in Japan. Needless to say, I haven't been seeing Janet very much. She's a workout junkie, and to my tastes, a little too thin. I like women a little fuller and rounder. More Catherine Zeta Jones round, than Cameron Diaz stick thin.

So my 36 yr old mother in law, who is only 8 yrs older than me, is a total knockout. I can see why all the boys in her neighborhood wanted to knock her up - she's hotter than most models. She had given birth at 15, and managed to finish high school and college while living at home with Janet.

Long, wavy, waist length red hair framed a creamy, white, heart shaped face. She's the type of woman who always has that look in her eye like she's up to something. I had always had the delusion that she was checking me out when I was not looking, and I was doing the same at her, just not getting away with it as well.

It's hard not to stare at her. She's about 5'7", has firm, high breasts that are much more than a handful without being ridiculous, a kickin ass, and long shapely legs. In other words, my ultimate fantasy. If I had met her before I had met Janet, I would have been on her in a second!

I stood in the hallway, realizing that those beautiful tits that I had often admired from afar, were bared for my viewing on the other side of the door I had closed. "No way!" I said to myself, my hand already turning the knob. I moved to throw my bottoms in the hamper when I realized that they were covered with something sticky. I let go of the handle and took a good look. Yup, it was sperm.

"What the fu..." I began to whisper when my dream came back to me. I had woken up from a dream where I had been looking at Julie in bed while I stood at the door and beat off. At one point, she opened her eyes and watched me, smiling slightly. The dream was quickly fading, but I now wondered how much of it had been real, and how much fantasy.

I let go of the door and dropped my pants in the hamper and went down stairs. The house was really quiet around me, making me think of my absent wife. Janet travels a lot of the time for work, but for the amount she gets paid, I don't complain much. She usually leaves for 3 week periods, and it was just before one of these that a call came in from Julie.

"Hello?"

"Martin, how are you?"

"Hey Jules, how's tricks?"

"Really DRY!" she said, teasingly. I knew she had a boyfriend, but from what Janet had said, he was older and pretty lame.

"Oh, that's a shame. Such a waste of a Sweet Young Thang!" I teased back.

"Oh Stop. Martin, you are such a tease. Listen, I have a conference near you, and I wanted to know if it'd be cool if I crash with you and Janet for a week or so."

"Crash here for a week or two?" I questioned, looking at Janet.

"I'll be gone, it's up to you." she said non-committally.

"Jules? Come on down, you can keep me company while losergirl jets off to Japan again. I swear she's got a little geishaboy to take care of her needs..."

Jules's voice changed, becoming ultra-sexy. "Oooooh, lucky little girl, having a boytoy to take care of her every need..."

My mouth went dry and my pants tented out, causing me to turn away from my wife. "Uh, Okay. So when are you coming in?"

She paused, "Hmmmm, let me see... My conference doesn't start until Wednesday, but I can come in on sunday to hang out and at least see the daughter who doesn't want to see me much for one day. How does that sound, Martin" The way she said my name caused my head to spin. I felt intoxicated by her voice tot he point where I heard her say "See you sunday big boy..." and didn't answer until she was off the phone.

"Martin, what's wrong?" Janet asked from the table. She was clearing the dishes as I hung up.

"Hmmm? Oh, nothing. Your mom is coming sunday to hang out before your flight."

"Oh. Do me a favor and try to pay attention to her while she's here. She may be my mother, but she's so high maintenance."

Janet had grown up in a difficult situation, but Julie had tried to make the best of it. For all of Janet's good traits, I was seeing more and more how narrowminded and sometimes sullen she could be when it came to her mother. And when it came to me to tell the truth. This trip that she was going on was going to be longer than normal, and in the last few trips, I had more email than phone calls from her. I figured that once she got back, we'd sit down and have a serious talk about things.

Janet and I went to pick her up at the airport and we all went out to dinner. Julie was the perfect mother in law the whole time, telling Janet she traveled too much, and promised to take care of me while she was gone. We dropped Janet off for her flight, Julie staying with the car while I walked her in.

"Please pay attention to my mom this week, I think she needs it."

"Sure thing. What makes you say that though?"

"Her boyfriend is being kind of lame, and my Dad is not exactly supportive, wherever the hell he is."

"You know it. I'll be the perfect host."

A too-quick kiss at the gate and Janet walked down the corridor to catch her flight. I had gotten back out to the street, and saw Julie fixing her makeup in the mirror. "God," I said to myself. "How could such a beautiful woman still be single?!?"

I opened the door and slid into the seat, restarted the car, and pulled into traffic. Conversation stayed pretty tame, but I couldn't help but feel the sexual tension in the car. Was it just me, or did she feel it too? It continued all the way home and into the house. I bid her a good night and told her to come down to my office when she woke up.

That was last night, and this morning I woke up with a fuzzy recollection of an awesome dream, and a sticky pair of bottoms. Was I sleep walking again?

As a kid, I used to wake up in the backyard all the time, standing in front of a tree. I had pretty vivid dreams as a kid, but after a few months, I had grown out of it. I wonder if all of the buildup from the phone conversation and the drive home had reawakened it.

I work from home, so sat down at my desk and pulled up the program I had been working on. After I checked it, and started recompiling it, I went into the kitchen. I puttered round the kitchen making coffee and some breakfast for myself and slicing some fruit for Jules. I grabbed my mug and sat back down, working for several hours before hearing footsteps above me. I saved my work and went back into the kitchen. Grabbing the bowl of fruit I had sliced, I put it on the tray and poured a cup of coffee, black with two sugars. A small shot of OJ and I wisked the tray up in one hand, and went through the door and upstairs.

I went up the stairs and down the hall and saw that her door was closed. I made some obvious noise coming down the hall before knocking on the door.

"I'm not decent!" she said loudly from behind the door.

I leaned in and said in a ridiculous accent "Baby, you MUCH MORE than decent. In fact, quite FANTABULOUS! Now throw on something so I can feed you, beautiful."

"It's open..."

I turned the handle and opened the door. There, on the bed, was Jules. She had on a long nightie that covered everything worth covering, much to my disappointment.

"Morning sleepy. I made you some breakfast." I put the tray down across her lap, and pulled the napkin, setting it in her lap with a flourish. She smiled and picked up the juice, taking a long deep sip.

I smiled and began to leave.

"How did you sleep Martin?" she asked, rather cryptically.

"Great now that you mention it, woke up pretty early though. Why do you ask?"

"Nothing, just curious" she answered with a slight grin.

I left and went to grab a shower. I shucked out of my clothes and turned on the shower thinking about my dream, my mother in law, and my wife. Once it heated up, I stepped in and let the water wash over me for a while. My dong began to stir as I thought of her perfect breasts in the darkened room this morning. Morning showers had become my time for wacking off lately. Janet and I had been married for a little while, but as our relationship grew, I felt like we were growing apart. There were so many differences between us, and not just our ages. I sometimes wondered if she really did have to travel quite so much. To tell the truth, I wasn't really sure how much I missed her really. Didn't bode well for our future relationship.

Thinking about it all did nothing for my libido except make it non-existant. Shrugging and sighing, I shampooed my hair, shaved, and got out. Toweling dry, I wrapped it around my waist and opened the door.

"Hey sweetness" I heard from across the hall, "Thanks for the fruit, it was delicious." I peeked around into her room and was surprised to see her standing there in a jogging bra and a pair of panties. Her jugs threatened to spill out of the small top, and her thighs and ass looked delicious in the thong panties as she wiggled into a pair of tight shorts.

"Uh... um... your... um welcome." I stammered as she pulled her hair back in a ponytail.

She giggled, smiling at me. "You'll have to let me make you dinner tonight, okay?"

"Sure thing Jules. I have to head to the office for a few hours, I'll be back at around 5, okay? If you need anything, the store is right around the corner."

"Cool, thanks Martin." She said as she walked past me, giving me a lingering kiss on the cheek. "Gonna go run, cya later" she said as she pulled on a big shirt.

I got dressed, went to my company's office, had a few meetings, and came home. Julie wasn't home, but there was a note on the table.

"Martin,

Some bonehead fucked some stuff royally and I have to go take care of it at the conference center. I'll make it up to you some how!

Kisses XOXOXO
Jules"

"Oh well" i thought to myself. I made myself some dinner, watched some TV and tried not to think of all the different things I wanted to do to my mother in law's body. I crashed at around 10 since I had woken up so early. As I drifted off to sleep, I heard the front door close and lock. The next thing I remembered it was morning again.

I opened my eyes and looked at the clock, and again, it was 5:45. I stretched, feeling my muscles pull and adjust as my most recent dream began slipping away. Inhaling deeply, I smelled perfume in the air in my room, which made the dream seem more real.

I had made my way down the hall again to Julie's open door. She was sitting up in bed, almost as if she was waiting for me. She was on the bed, dressed in a sheer black neglige that covered very little. She was pulling on her nipples and stroking herself between her legs. I dropped my boxers to my ankles and fished out my already hard cock. As I began to stroke it up and down, she slid off the bed and stood in front of me.

"Martin, are you awake? Martin? Hello?!?" she whispered as she waved a hand in front of my face.

I didn't respond because I was still asleep, but after a minute or so, she reached out and began to fondle my balls. Not stopping her, she bent down in front of me and breathed on my hard penis. After a few strokes, I moved my hand from my dick to her hair, guiding her mouth down onto my cock. It didn't take long before I was blowing my load into her mouth. I remember something vaguely like her standing up, licking her lips and walking me back to my room.

The next thing I remembered was waking up. I got out of bed and walked quietly down the hallway to her open door. Once again, she was in bed, but the negligie matched the one from my dream. Yup, I was sleepwalking.

I went downstairs, leaving the door open. "Jesus, what was I doing? I must be sleepwalking, but SleepJerking?" I thought to myself as I went into the livingroom and sat down on the leather sofa. I put my head back and thought about my dream again, drifting off to sleep. The sun woke me about an hour or so later by shining right into my eyes. It was blocked by something a moment later.

"Martin?"

I looked up and saw Julie's outline in the sun. I pushed myself up into a sitting position, and yawned. "Hey Jules," I said around a jaw popping yawn. "Did you sleep well? Get that stuff done for the bonehead?"

She sat down next to me with a concerned look in her eyes. "Martin, are you okay? You, and You and Janet?"

"Um, sure, I'm fine. Why do you ask Julie?"

"You're fine... how about you and Janet?" She had asked, probably knowing the answer. The concern and care in her voice broke through a wall I had not known was there. I took a deep breath and looked away, trying not to show her how upset I was.

"Uh, we're okay I guess. I think we need to talk when she gets back, but I don't think it's anything to worry about." I tried to lie, but I began crying and everything came pouring out in a rush. My fears of her infidelity, my fears that I wasn't sure how much I minded, fears about being alone... everything.

She gathered me up into her arms and just stroked my hair and comforted me. She held me for a while until I finally got things under control and sat up, looking at my hands.

"Martin, I have something to tell you, and I am not sure you are going to like it."

"She's not coming back, is she?" I said, knowing the answer.

"No sweetie, she's not."

I sighed deeply and stood up. "Thanks for being honest Julie, I know I can always be honest with you. Would it surprise you if I wasn't sure it mattered anymore?"

I looked over at her as she stood up and felt myself falling in love. She stood there in a pair of shorts and a teeshirt, messed up hair, holding her arms out to me. I hugged her with my body rather than just my arms and she fit into me perfectly. Her head rested on my shoulder as she stroked the back of my neck, pulling my lower back into her. It was the most comforting thing I had ever felt, and I told her so.

She pulled away slightly and gave me a nice kiss on the lips. "My daughter is my daughter, so I have to love her. But I can love her husband too." The look in her eye was so totally different then I had ever seen before, it took my breath away. I felt like she really did love me right then.

"You want to be alone?"

"No, not right now."

"You want to run with me?" she asked, a slight grin on her face.

"Yeah, yeah I think I do."

She smiled brilliantly and swatted my butt. "Go change!"

I practically ran to my room and threw on some running clothes and shoes. As I tied my shoes, I realized that for the first time in a long time, I was happy. I was about to go running with a beautiful woman who made me feel good.

I tore back down the stairs and met her at the front door, her hair back again in a pony tail, her shirt loose and big, her shorts nice and tight. "Lets go!" I said, opening the door.

We stretched on the front porch, warming up our muscles. I swear she was bending over in front of me on purpose, just so I could see the outline of her panties in her tight shorts. I turned my head before she saw me, mostly to save me from getting a 10 inch lead pipe in my small shorts right before I went running.

We started off walking slowly to the end of the block when she started jogging. I couldn't help but stare at her chest heaving up and down with each stride. She started talking about something, but I couldn't take my eyes off her luscious body running next to me. I think she caught me staring, but I was beyond caring. Something in her eyes this morning had made me forget about everything but her. I looked at her face now, and was surprised to see that she had stopped talking and was just smiling, watching me out of the corner of her eye.

"Have you heard a word I have said, or were you too busy checking out my tits?"

I faltered and almost fell before catching my step and catching up with her. She laughed loudly and slowed down until I was even again with her. I stared straight ahead, still admiring her bouncing breasts out of the corner of my eye.

"It's okay Martin, I know they are pretty big. You can look if you want to you know."

I turned pretty red, sending her into peals of laughter. "Oh my god, you're shy!"

"No," I murmurred. "Just drier than the Sahara desert. Seems we have the same affliction, now don't we? Wanna head for home?"

She nodded as I turned down a side street, leading to my house. I held the front door open for her, and she trailed her hand across my muscled chest breathing, "Thanks..." I went to the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of water, walking into the living room. I sat down as she came in and began warming down my muscles and drinking the water. She sat down behind me, and leaned into me as I tried to stretch forward, lending her weight. A satisfied pop later and my back cracked noisily.