My Mother's Madness Ch. 02

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Further into Mother's infectious madness...
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Part 2 of the 3 part series

Updated 10/19/2022
Created 07/21/2007
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[Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who read the first chapter and sent along comments. Your feedback really helped inspire me along with this second chapter. As always, all characters are over 18 and this is purely fantasy for your enjoyment.]

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After our bath, Mother led us, wrapped in robes, to the kitchen to feast on leftovers. Mother didn't give Liam and me time to be uncomfortable; she insisted on serving us, starting with tall glasses of one of Father's fine wines. Liam and I sat in the cozy breakfast nook as she buzzed around the kitchen humming a gay tune. She raided the pantry and refrigerator in energetic sorties, each time returning to us with a new treat. She would pause to caress one of us, tousle our hair, or kiss our neck and face, and then be off again in search of even more snacks. Her flimsy, almost transparent robe could not contain her. It hung from her, half-tied and revealing most of her creamy breasts, belly, and thighs.

Liam and I avoided each other's eyes by concentrating on the food and drink. He seemed little overwhelmed by her attention and was still flushed from our bath. With his thin frame, pale complexion, and wide blue eyes, Liam was often mistaken for my younger brother. He had always followed my lead—-played the games I wanted, sat through the television shows I chose. But after the tub, and as I watched him react to Mother, I found the set of his jaw, the straightness of his posture, even the light in his eye changed.

Mother finally perched herself on the chair next to Liam's, so close that their thighs pressed together. As she continued to chat gaily, she dived into the food and wine with relish. When she wasn't eating or drinking, Mother's free hand would caress Liam, fluttering from his shoulder down his arm or from his thigh up to his chest. It's as if she needed to continually touch him. For Liam's part, he was soon trying to hide his erection as it rose up from within the robe. Mother paid it no mind and kept up her banter and ministrations.

I felt a bit chilled in the silky, thin robe Mother had put on my shoulders—just one of her large collection. It hardly went to mid-thigh and did nothing to hide my cold nipples. I considered adjourning to my room to slip into something warmer and start my homework. But as happened to anyone caught in Mother's wake, I felt my reservations dissolve as we sat there laughing and eating, and I joined in the moment.

After dinner, Mother implored us to curl up in front of the fire with her and watch a bit of television before starting our homework. We, of course, complied and spent the next few hours snuggled together watching old black and white movie. We lay in a lazy pile, with our legs and arms crisscrossed. Liam and I nestled against Mother while she freely stroked our hair and bodies. I noticed Mother's hand slip into Liam's robe and snake toward his crotch. From her movements, I could tell she was lightly stroking his erection.

After a while, Mother gently pressed me to lay back and opened my robe, revealing my small breasts. She let her fingers dance up from my belly, over my hard little nipples, and up to my neck. Then she took Liam's hand and placed it on my breast. For several moments, his fingers rested there tensely. Finally, Mother took Liam's hand in hers and held it like a brush. She began to paint lines in my skin with his fingertips. I bit my lip and felt my strength leave me, as she hummed quietly and traced patterns over my small breasts, circling my nipples, and dipping down my belly almost to my pussy.

The combination of warmth and wine overcame me and I dozed as they stroked me. I awoke to find the television off and Liam and Mother fast asleep. Snuggled against Mother's left side, my own robe was completely open at the chest and pushed back off of my shoulders. Mother's robe was open as well, and my chest was pressed against her large, soft left breast. She radiated so much heat that my skin was moist where it touched hers. I lay still, letting our breasts rise and fall together as we breathed in rhythm. Liam lay on his back to Mother's right. Her arm rested atop his body and her hand remained within the folds of his robe, softly grasping his penis. Liam's left hand lay lightly on Mother's naked, white thigh, a few inches from her exposed pussy.


Only embers remained in the fireplace. Despite Mother's warmth, I felt a chill and reached for a thick quilt piled nearby. I carefully positioned it over Mother and Liam. He stirred only slightly to rest his head on Mother's shoulder. I curled back against Mother, opening my robe all the way to my waist so that more of my skin could press against her warmth.

I woke early the next morning, squinting at the gray dawn light through a slight hangover (my first). I groggily went about my morning routine, quietly readying myself for school while Mother and Liam slept peacefully. As I dragged myself out into the overcast morning, I left them still snuggled and sleeping fitfully in front of the hearth.

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School seemed even more interminably dreary than normal. I was hung over for much of the morning and struggled to stay awake during class. Clad in their gray and blue uniforms, my pale, prim classmates seemed even more remote. The detached elitism of my teachers and their droning lectures drove me further into my imagination. I found myself half-dreaming of being suspended in the warm tub, next to Liam and Mother.

Finally, the final bell rang and I was free. I skipped soccer practice and returned home. The quilt and pillows still lay in a pile near the hearth and there were no immediate signs of Liam or Mother. I climbed the stairs to my room, dumped my bag to the floor, and flopped on my bed, ready to nap.

As I lay with my eyes closed, a dreamy moan floated down the hall and reached my ears. I couldn't help but grin as I padded down the hall and peeked in to find Liam and Mother curled naked in my parents' expansive bed. The thick down comforter had been tossed to the floor and they sat upon the salmon-pink silk sheets. Liam was naked and resting against the pillows, supported by the headboard. Mother was pressed next to him, holding his hard cock in one hand while planting small, quick kisses on his lean abdomen.

They both looked a bit bedraggled, as if they'd been lolling about all day. Still, Mother's mussed, blond mane fell with a certain elegance and obscured her face as she kissed my brother's taut belly. She dragged her hair along his chest, down his belly, and over his rigid cock. Liam moaned again and she giggled as she continued to tickle him. Meanwhile, she maintained her hold on his cock, slowly pumping it up and down.

As I spied on them from the doorway, I was conflicted. For one, I enjoyed the show. I loved my brother and adored my Mother, despite that each could be a bother at times. And the events of yesterday had been undeniably pleasurable. Even at eighteen, I knew something of pleasure and the awkward, almost mercenary affections of boys my age. What I had shared with Mother and Liam had been the closest thing I'd known to ecstasy. That we were indulging in incest excited me even as it gave me pause.

Now, of course, I realize that Mother had conditioned me, perhaps unconsciously, for years. She had showered Liam and me with thousands of caresses, kisses, and moments of vulnerability and warmth. She'd never hidden her nudity, or Father's, or their sexual activities. As my brother and I had grown, she'd only become more overt in her physical attentions for us. So this shift into the carnal was not as sudden as it seemed.

My ambivalence, then, arose from my suspicions regarding her motives and the consequences of our complicity. I knew that her thirst for attention was insatiable. Years before, she'd occasionally kept Liam or me home from school, just to spend time with her. I loved school early on and protested sharply. But Liam would quietly acquiesce and spend the day at her side. Mother had often reminded us that she suffered as we'd become more independent during our teens. So, the prior day in the tub, Liam and I finally fed her craving and, perhaps, now that she had tasted our affections, she'd lose what little control she'd had.

As I watched Liam and Mother stroke each other, I couldn't help but wonder where her madness would lead us, especially Liam. It wasn't that he was weak; rather, his patience with others' demands bordered on indulgence. Now that the dam had burst with Mother, I worried that she would overwhelm him.

Even as I debated with myself, I stood at Mother's doorway enraptured. She was speaking to Liam in soft, cooing tones as she planted kisses on his chest. She blew out a long, slow breath and then, in a slow, sensuous movement, she dragged her tongue along his hardened nipple. Again, Liam moaned as his cock jerked a little in her hand.

Mother delighted in his reaction and began to lick with more gusto, dragging her tongue along his hairless chest with a long, firm lick that started below the nipple and end at the base of his neck. She caressed him with her tongue just as she had done a hundred times with her fingers. Eyes closed and mouth agape, Liam held her head, his hands lost in her blond tresses, his ass rising up off the bed slightly to move in concert with her hand.

Mother slowly worked down Liam's torso, licking from his right thigh up to his naval, always keeping her eyes on his face and visually feasting on his ecstasy. Finally, she let his hard cock brush against her cheek as she licked. Liam squirmed. She had him completely.

My breaths went shallow as I watched. My abdomen warmed and tightened and my breasts seemed to press against the confines of my bra. After several minutes, I realized that I had been unconsciously stroking my fingers along my lips, cheek, and neck, caressing myself as my mother might have.

Mother held Liam's cock straight up, just by two fingers near the large, swollen crown, as if she were going to inspect it. Then, she used her free hand to spread his balls slightly. Watching his face until the last moment, she swooped down suddenly and ran her tongue from between his balls up the shaft of his cock right to the head. Liam groaned loudly. Mother laughed gleefully.

"Do you like that, darling?" she asked coquettishly. She dipped her face down close to his cock again and let her tongue flash out in tiny, quick licks.

"Oh, God, yes Mother," Liam swooned.

"Mmm, lovely. Mommy loves to make her boy feel good." Mercilessly, she worked her tongue around his shaft, finally planting her wet lips on the side of his cock and sliding them up and down. "Oh, darling, you're already wet for Mommy." She began to slide her hand over his crown, spreading his precum down to his shaft, where her lips quickly slid over it. She raised her face, eyes glistening with happy mischief, and smacked her lips daintily. "You are just so tasty, darling," she cooed.

Kneeling there naked before my brother, with her large breasts heaving, her elegant hair fetchingly mussed, and her lips swollen and glistening, Mother was giddy with the delights of the sensuality, attentiveness, and raw carnal pleasure of the moment. She was laughing and panting at the same time, hardly able to contain herself.

Mother dipped her head back down, opening her mouth and wrapping her lips around the tip of Liam's cock. With her right hand, she massaged up and down his shaft; with her left, she cupped his balls. Liam gripped handfuls of her hair, but he wasn't guiding her actions. Mother's madness was now in complete control. Poor Liam didn't have a chance.

Mother's pace quickened. She bobbed up and down on Liam's cock, undulating her whole body with the movement. From my vantage, I was treated to a view from the side. Mother's heavy breasts hung low and swayed with her movements. She thrust her ass back as she sucked my brother, as if pushing against a phantom lover entering her from behind. After several moments, she took her hand from Liam's balls and slipped it between her own legs.

Mother lifted her face from Liam's cock to permit herself a fully, throaty moan as her fingers worked her clit. She shifted to one side, so much of her naked front now faced me, and rapidly fingered herself as she continued to massage Liam's cock. Liam watched Mother jerk his cock and masturbate. His expression was one of wonder and pure pleasure.

"Do you like this, Liam?" Mother panted, meeting his gaze with wild merriment as she continued the dual masturbation. "Tell Mommy how much you like it."

Liam blushed. Despite all that happened, he remained shy and reserved. But Mother urged him on. "Come dear, Mother needs to hear how her little boy likes it! Please, please darling," she begged him, still holding his cock firmly in her hand, and then leaning forward to plant a long lick up his shaft and over his precum-covered head. Finally, Liam relented.

"Yes, Mother, that feels...so...incredible," he panted. "My God, I...I want to come. May I, Mother?"

Liam's words stoked a renewed fire in Mother. She immediately moved back onto her knees and perched her mouth over Liam's cock. "Yes! Yes, my lovely darling! Come for Mommy!" she cried excitedly. "Give Mommy your lovely, tasty cum!"

With that, Mother began to suck him off with renewed vigor. Her mouth slid down over the whole shaft and she began to fuck him with her mouth. All the while, she kept her hand on her pussy, working it with increasing rapidity.

Liam's pelvis bucked from the mattress as he gripped Mother's hair with animal ferocity. He was grunting loudly now as Mother mewed and moaned with her mouth full of my brother's cock. As an observer, I found myself shocked by the rawness of the scene. But there's no denying that I felt a fierce heat in my own pussy. I licked, bit, and sucked on my own fingers as I watched. I could hardly breathe.

Finally, Liam cried out in a voice I'd never heard from him before. It was a deeper, more emotional tone than I'd ever have expected from my timid brother. His eyes screwed shut and his mouth wagged agape. He bucked his hips up one last time, clearly coming hard and emptying himself into Mother's mouth. Mother reacted in kind. She moaned and sucked simultaneously, drinking in Liam's cum with all of her mad thirst. For her, Liam's "gift" was the ultimate form of attention.

Finally, Mother lifted her mouth from Liam's cock. A thick thread of saliva and cum connected them as she pulled away, finally falling away and attaching itself to Mother's chin, neck and upper breast. She seemed oblivious of it as she regarded my spent brother and continued to frig her clit. She kneeled before him, spread her legs wide, and leaned back a bit to open her pussy fully.

"That was so beautiful, darling," Mother whispered. "You've made Mommy feel so good."

Liam watched her through half-opened eyes, smiling slightly, though appearing a bit bewildered.

Mother closed her eyes and began to massage her breasts with her free hand, continuing her attack on her clit. "Come close, darling. Come look at Mother's pussy."

Liam groggily obeyed, arranging himself so that he lay with his face a few inches from Mother's glistening cunt. Mother now bit and sucked her fingers—much as I had done while watching their coupling—and spread her pussy lips to let Liam see her fully. She seemed to be bursting with energy, as if the only way she could avoid being overcome was by coming.

Mother began to pant, moan, and then cry out. She made the noises I'd often heard emanating from my parents' open bedroom door since childhood. Usually, it had been late at night, when I was supposed to be asleep, and Father had been home. But I'd never witnessed her full sexuality so immediately, nor heard her release herself so loudly.

She scooted forward until her pubic hair nearly tickled Liam's nose. He pecked her inner thigh and then planted a single, light kiss right on her pussy lips as she continued on her clit. That was all she needed: a single kiss.

Mother began to shake and shriek with erupting pleasure. She jerked her hips forward and ground her wet cunt into Liam's face. He hadn't time to lick, or suck, or chew. She just needed warmth and pressure. She kept her pace on her clit as she vibrated through her orgasm, nearly suffocating poor Liam in the process. Finally, after several seconds of undulations and gasping moans, Mother fell onto her back, panting. A moment later, she erupted in gleeful laughter.

"My God, darling, that was the most incredible orgasm I've had in months!" she giggled. "That was so, so lovely. You're so good to do that for your old mother."

Liam lay still, smiling and catching his breath. Mother moved up to lay next to Liam, putting her head on his shoulder and lightly stroking his chest. Liam closed his eyes and held her close. I noticed that he was already getting hard again.

After several moments, Mother turned towards the door and, perhaps, noticed me for the first time. She sat right up with a broad smile on her face. Despite the obvious events of the moment, her wild hair, the line of cum and saliva down her chin and breast, she greeted me as if it were any other day. "Sena! Oh, darling! How we've missed you all day."

I looked to Liam, who met my eyes for a moment and then quickly looked away. He was blushing fiercely again. Clearly, he was wondering how much I'd seen.

"Come, honey, come and join us," Mother exhorted.

I hesitated. Having seen the dominion Mother held over Liam, I knew that giving into her now would mean that I'd spend the rest of the evening attending her need in some form or another.

"Come honey, just to say hello, at least," Mother pleaded softly, still smiling.

I smiled in spite of myself and stepped forward to sit chastely on the edge of the bed. Mother sidled up behind me and wrapped her arms around me. Her hot naked skin pressed against my back and arms as she wrapped me in a warm hug. I was hit with her strong scent, an intoxicating mixture of her light, floral perfume and her aroused sex.

"Have you two been in bed all day?" I asked.

"Oh yes, honey, it's been grand!" Mother exclaimed. "We awoke on the floor this morning, cold and stiff. So we repaired to the bedroom to get a proper nap! And before we knew it, it was already afternoon! Isn't that so, Liam?"

Liam assented. He had rolled onto his side and covered himself with a sheet. He was looking to the door, clearly considering leaving.

"So, did you skip classes, Liam?" I prodded.

"Well, yeah, just two. No big deal."

"He played hooky to keep Mommy company," Mother explained matter-of-factly.

"Jeeze, did you two even eat?"

Liam shrugged. "A little."

"We're nearly out of food," Mother pouted. "I guess we'll have to order in tonight." Of course, shopping and cooking were out of the question.

"Well, I have a lot of homework," I said.

Mother held me fast. "Really, darling? Can't you stay for a while?" She had begun to massage my shoulders and neck in a way she knew I loved. I felt myself being lulled in, pulled backwards. I closed my eyes and relaxed into her hands.

It would have been easy to lie back on the bed and let her disrobe me, letting her pleasure herself by pleasuring me. I imagined leaning back in her arms and letting the massage continue. I thought of how she would work her hands over my shoulders and unbutton my blouse. How she'd disrobe me with careful, gentle movements, always caressing my skin as it became exposed. Soon, I'd have been as naked as Mother and Liam, my small breasts and hard nipples exposed to them, my pussy already wet and throbbing. I would fall as deeply as my brother. Somehow, I resisted. I wasn't ready, yet.

"I have a lot to do, Mother. I'll come in to say goodnight," I said, rising before she could tighten her grip. "I'm up for anything but pizza. Let me know when the food gets here."

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