As soon as Mom and Dad left, I undressed, put on a pair of boxers and a shirt and climbed up the ladder. My knee really improved in the days and weeks before. I thought I would, but I had no problem to climb up the tiny ladder. Once I got up there I realized that not only was it the smallest bed I had ever slept in, but it was extremely uncomfortable as well.
The only good thing was, I could look out the window while lying there. So I lay there, looked out the window and hoped that I could fall asleep before Mom and Dad would come back.
I woke up about half an hour or so later. I started up in my bed and almost hit my head on the train ceiling above me. I felt nauseous and sick to my stomach. The entire room was spinning. I lay back down and closed my eyes again.
When I woke back up, another ten minutes or so later, Mom was standing in front of the two beds. She was stripping out of her jeans when I opened my eyes. Although I couldn"t see him, I knew Dad was already in bed, because Mom was looking at him and whispering something I couldn"t understand.
The compartment was pretty dark. Mom and Dad must have turned off the lights when they saw that I was already sleeping. There was a small source of light right under my bed. I figured it must have been Dad"s flashlight he brought on the trip with him. When Mom stepped out off her pair of jeans and unbent, I quickly closed my eyes. I didn"t want Mom to know that I was awake.
A couple of seconds later I heard noises which indicated that Mom got in bed, so I opened my eyes again. And another ten seconds later the flashlight was turned off.
So now as I was lying there, I felt even more nauseous than before. And I couldn"t fall back asleep. I almost felt like throwing up. I didn"t want to tell my parents that I couldn"t sleep up there. I didn"t want to tell them that I felt sick to my stomach and that I got seasick without actually being at sea.
So I turned from one side to the other and then a few seconds later I turned around again. I couldn"t tell wether or not my parents were already asleep. If I would have known that they were indeed asleep, I would have gotten out of bed to take a walk. But I didn"t want to climb down the ladder. I tried to fall asleep.
But after turning around five or six more times, the flashlight was switched back on.
"Is everything alright up there, Tom?"
I thought about not saying anything back. I thought about faking to be asleep.
"Not really."
"What"s going on?"
"I can"t sleep."
"I know, the bed"s are pretty uncomfortable, ha?"
We were both whispering. Apparently Mom was already asleep.
"It"s not just the bed, Dad."
"Then what is it?"
"It"s the moving train... and being so high up above the ground... I"m getting dizzy up here."
"Oh. Do you have to puke?"
"No. It"s not that bad yet."
"Alright. Let"s switch beds. I don"t mind sleeping up there. I can sleep everywhere."
"No, Dad, I don"t wanna wake Mom."
"Don"t be silly..."
I heard Dad move around in the bed below me.
"Honey," Dad whispered.
And then I heard Mom move as well.
"What"s going on? Why is the light back on?"
"Tom can"t sleep. He gets nauseous up there."
"Oh. Are you alright, sweetie?"
"I"ll be fine, Mom."
"Let me get up, babe."
"What are you doing?"
"Switching with Tom. I don"t mind sleeping up there. It"s only for one night anyway."
"Alright, but..."
And then Mom stood up. She was wearing her blue pj"s. And then seconds later Dad stood up as well.
"Come on. Get down here."
"But I told you Dad... I"ll be fine..."
But it was pointless to argue with him. So I sat up and moved to the ladder. And then I climbed down. Seconds later we were all standing next to each other in that small compartment. And then Dad moved passed me and climbed up the ladder. Mom and I watched him lay down.
"Uh. It"s pretty snug up here, babe. I don"t know if we both fit in here..."
Mom looked at him, smiled and then shook her head.
"I"m not getting up there anyway."
Dad laughed out loud.
"Well okay... then you"ll have to share the bed with our son tonight."
"I don"t care. I"m not sleeping up there."
Oh jeez. I didn"t like how that one was turning out. I couldn"t possibly share a bed with Mom... not after what happened a few days before. But I had no choice.
"Come on. Get in. And let"s turn off the lights again. It was a long day."
So I got in bed and moved all the way to the wall. And then Mom got in bed as well. And as she switched off the flashlight, I realized that there was only one pillow and one sheet. So I turned to my side and moved even closer to the wall. I lay on my side, with my butt almost touching the wall and tried to be as far away from Mom as possible. I didn"t want to touch her at all.
So as Mom tried to get comfortable, I whispered: "I"m sorry."
"Don"t worry about it."
About three minutes later I noticed that Mom was already asleep. She was lying on her back next to me and I was lying on my side, facing her. My stomach felt a lot better and I didn"t feel nauseous anymore, but now I felt weird about sharing a bed with my mother. My heart was racing as I watched her sleep.
Every time Mom moved a little bit, I moved as well. Every time Mom came an inch closer, I moved further to the wall. I thought the possibility for me to fall asleep was pretty slim. But the longer I watched Mom, the harder it was to keep my eyes open. And then I dozed off.
When I woke up, I knew I hadn"t slept long. It was still dark in the compartment. The soft light of the moon was coming in through the window. I already came to terms with the fact that I wouldn"t get much sleep that night, but the night turned out even worse. Because when I woke up, I realized that Mom had also turned to her side. And what was even more alarming: she moved dangerously close to me. Her head and back were still a few inches away from me, but her butt was pressed against my groin.
And to make matters even worse: my dick was hard as a rock when I woke up.
Mom was sleeping. She was breathing calmly. But me on the other hand... I panicked. Not only got my dick hard because of Mom"s ass for the second time within one week, but Dad was there in the same room with us.
I freaked out. I was already so close to the wall, that I couldn"t move at all. And when I tried to move, my dick got rubbed against Mom"s ass. And that didn"t help. Because not only did my hard-on not go away, but now I got aroused as well. I couldn"t help it. It was dark; I was lying in bed; and a warm and round ass rubbed against my hard dick.
I tried to move. I had to move my hip further to the wall. But I couldn"t. And then my left arm started to hurt. It rested on my hip and thigh, but all this not being able to move at all, made it feel numb. I tried to move my fingers a little bit, but that didn"t help. So I lifted my arm up. That actually helped a bit, but I knew I couldn"t stay like that for ever. I thought about moving my arm forward, but that way, I had to put it on Mom"s hip.
I couldn"t risk that. I mean, okay, Mom apparently didn"t feel my hard dick pressing against her behind, but she might feel my hand on her hip. I didn"t want her to wake up.
I was alone with my thoughts. I was wearing a thin, wide pair of boxer shorts, which wasn"t much material at all. Thank god, Mom was wearing her pj"s, so at least there was some material between my dick and Mom"s ass.
But when I thought about that, I also thought about how Mom"s ass would look like naked. I thought about our trip on the boat. And I got even more turned on. Fuck. Why am I not able to think clearly when I"m horny?
I had to move. I had to shift my weight around. The muscles in my arm and in my legs hurt from not being able to move. And my dick hurt from being so hard.
And then it happened. Mom woke up. She didn"t move all that much and she suddenly stopped to move entirely, but I knew she had woken up. And I knew she felt my hard dick, which was still pressing against her ass. And right at that point, I couldn"t take it anymore... I had to move my arm. So I lifted my arm up from my hip and placed it on Mom"s hip instead. I just couldn"t stay like that any longer.
Mom suddenly turned her head and looked at me. And then she pointed her finger up in the air to point to the upper bed and silently shook her head.
I wanted to say something. I wanted to explain myself. I didn"t put my hand on her hip to try anything... But as soon as I opened my mouth, Mom moved away from me. She then placed her index finger on her lips to signal me to remain quiet.
I didn"t say anything. I didn"t want to wake Dad. And I didn"t really know what to say anyway. Mom quietly slid away from me. And that was a total relieve for me. I moved away from the wall. I had to move my arms and feet... and my ass cheeks...
But Mom apparently misunderstood my actions for the second time. She thought I was moving closer to her, when all I wanted to do was move away from the wall.
Again, she looked at me and shook her head. I was pissed off. I didn"t want to try anything. So I turned and lay down on my back. By then, Mom was lying on her back as well.
I looked over to her and saw that she was looking straight up... to the upper bed. And then she lifted her head up a bit, looked at me and for the second time she placed her index finger on her lips. I looked at her and silently nodded.
I continued to look at her and in the dimmed light I saw that Mom was closing her eyes again. So I rolled my head and looked straight up as well. I looked at the underside of Dad"s bed and tried to figure out how I could possibly fall asleep now.
And then it happened: I felt Mom"s hand on the side of my hip. For a split second she let her hand rest on my boxers and then she slid them up just a little bit. And then I felt that my shirt was being lifted just a little bit. And seconds later I felt Mom"s fingertips on my stomach. She pressed them softly into my flesh and slid her hand into my boxers.
I turned my head to look at her, but she remained completely still. She still lay on her back and had her eyes closed. So I looked up to the bed above us. I didn"t see Dad. I knew that there was no way he could see what was going on in the bed below him. The only way he could have seen what was going on below him was if he would have leaned all the way out of the bed.