"What happened, darling? I think you must have been sleep walking. Are you ok?"

I nodded, not really awake yet, not thinking properly.

"Let's get you back to bed." She stood, helped me to my feet, and led me back to my room. I got into bed, and she tucked me up.

"Sleep tight, sweetheart." She bent, kissed my forehead, and left, turning off the light. I lay in the darkness, wide-awake, thoughts racing. I remembered the sight of her legs, muscular but shapely, as she swung them out of bed. I remembered the shape of her breasts, under her night-gown, as she came towards me, and the shadowy valley between them when she sat beside me. I remembered, and I enjoyed the memory. I wanted more.

I began to rehearse my sleep-walking act. Mum was so worried, she never imagined I was acting, taking every incident as a real one. I appeared in her bedroom at all sorts of times, but without ever catching her undressing, or undressed. I even appeared in the bathroom, thinking to catch her in the bath, but she was only cleaning her teeth! Every incident made her more and more worried, and soon she began to talk about taking me to see the doctor. Suddenly, my somnambulations stopped, and I turned my interest back to girls.

Until I was fifteen. Then, I did it again. I walked in my sleep. And woke in Mum's bedroom like before. Only this time she was standing staring at me - and she was stark naked, her night-dress ready in her hand.

"Oh! Gosh, Mum, I'm sorry." I could not take my eyes off her breasts - so pert and shapely, like two little brown-peaked hills. I tore my eyes away to take in her waist - so small, and her bush of hair, darker than I expected. And her legs - so long and shapely.

Suddenly the vision was covered by a robe, and she stood beside me, her arm round my waist......(cont)