Night Visits

My father's sudden death shocked everyone; he went to work as usual, and a drugged-up driver hit his car both died at the scene. After the funeral and everything settled down, we were quite well-off financially. Already doing well before the accident, home paid off no loans outstanding. My late father had life insurance; his employer had insurance for their employees and the drugged-up driver's family was very off they matched his insurance company's payout to us. So, financially we were okay, my mother 36 at the time was very depressed and went a little strange. About six months after the funeral, I 17 at the time was in bed masturbating. I did date, but hadn't yet got lucky, then my door opened, and my mother came in her nightwear. She didn't speak; her eyes looked glazed over not focusing on anything. She joined me in my bed, and she took over masturbating me and then mounted me. I was too shocked to do anything except go along after the sex she returned to her own bed. Next morning I waited for her to say something she didn't, just said she'd a restless night. Nop repeat the few nights, pity I thought, but then she returned again and everything repeated, except I hadn't been masturbating. Again, she left after fucking me, nothing said except she had been restless all night. Over the following 7 weeks she visited me once a week and fucked me each time. Then during the last of her visits a thunderclap went off right overhead as she rode my cock. Waking her up and she finally realized she was actually fucking me, instead of the weird dream she had thought it was. Ashamed and shocked, I gave her a cuddle and told her it was all okay and no harm done. I was a bit shocked to discover she had been dream fucking me in her own mind when actually doing it. Also, as she was distressed by her discovery we'd actually been fucking. I joined her in her bed and cuddled up to her, not trying for more sex. Just reassuring her I was okay with actions and making sure didn't doing anything to herself because of it. The next two night I slept with her; she had come to terms with actions. She hadn't been feeling well, and had tests done, found out she was pregnant as a result. Everything was fine the doctor said, I'd gone with her as I'd been since she realized her dreams were real. She was shocked the news was pregnant, as was I, nothing said to the doctor who the father was. The doctor well she hadn't remembered my father was dead I think of thought my mother had a boyfriend. I don't which, but it doesn't matter anyway. Once home I waited for my mother to talk first, when she did, I told her I loved her and would help her and support her. The next few days she thought about what she should do. Finally decided to take responsibility for her actions. I was still sleeping with her, not for sex but support. Two weeks later, we had sex again, not with her dreaming, but mutual satisfaction and I'd asked her. We'd a daughter and still fuck once a month or so, I've a girlfriend and am fucking her. Made a mistake and she is pregnant to me, marrying next Sunday. No real reason to hurry, but no reason not to either. My mother had her tubes tied after the birth of our daughter, so I still don't need to take precautions with her. My soon to be wife has joined us, her family gave her up for adoption. She was neglected by her adoptive parents who only wanted the money they got for having her. She is happy living with us, and we all share the same bed ever since she moved after finding out she was pregnant.