My Mother's Madness Ch. 02

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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.