5 comments/ 106576 views/ 24 favorites My Mother's Madness By: Quiet_Mouse Author's Note: The author heartily condones fantasy in all its forms and offers this story in the hopes other will enjoy it as just that. All the characters herein are over the age of 18. This is my first story of this sort, so feel free to send me comments and criticisms. Thanks! * You have to understand, everyone knew my mother cut from a different cloth. To be honest, she was simply odd. She floated through life with a dreamy look in her eye, often losing track of conversations she was in, breaking in with a non sequitur. Mother had a classical body, a true old-fashioned blond bombshell--a bit like Mae West, though not quite as chesty. She exuded warmth that often confused strangers, as she'd start talking to them as if they were old friends. She had a kind of madness, a craving for affection and attention that could be extremely trying on my brother and me, even when we were small children. We learned early to tolerate her, enjoying the attention she lavished in us even as she sometimes acted more like a demanding child than a proper mother. "Proper" was certainly not a term many would use to describe my mother. She often walked around the house nude or in a thin robe or wrap. We lived in a grand two-storey house in a wealthy suburb, with a large yard and high fences and shrubbery that provided a great deal of privacy from our upright neighbors' prying eyes. Mother would often stroll in the garden naked and convince my bother, father and me to skinny dip at night. We didn't socialize much with the country-club types that lived around us and mainly kept to ourselves. Mother thought they were too uptight and they, frankly, found her dreamy exuberance to be unseemly. Mother had few notions of personal boundaries or privacy and seemed to always want attention of some sort. Sometimes, we'd be in our rooms, reading or doing homework, and she'd call us down to join her as she sat before the fire or watched television. If we demurred, she'd almost insist, making us feel guilty for not spending time with our "old mother." Inevitably, we'd cave in because it was easier to appease her and spend half an hour sitting with her than seeing her mope about because she was unattended. When I was young, I really didn't mind. I can remember the warmth of her body as she draped an arm over either of us. It was so natural; we didn't think anything of it. The three of us would just be nearly naked and warm together on the couch, watching an old movie until we fell asleep or my father came home. My mother would tell him to join us, but he'd usually have more work to do, and would retire to his study as she held us close, stroking our hair and bodies. She bathed with my brother and me regularly, and often got my father to join us. He was more timid, but he would join us as she asked. My mother would soap us up, playing with us. She would soap my father too. I can remember watching her kneel in front of him in the big bath tub, washing up and down his legs, then to his penis, which rapidly hardened. My mother would point it out, much to my father's chagrin. She laughed and splashed water up over him. He sat back in the bath, shaking his head, but smiling. I slept in my parents' bed ever since I could remember. Not every night, of course, but often. I can remember, as a child, when my parents would kiss and hug right next to me. Now, in retrospect, I realize they also made love, though they tried to hide it a bit, I think, at my father's insistence. If it had been up to him, they'd never have been so open around me, but there was no saying "No" to my mother. She believed it was natural, and would kiss and rub him until he was too worked up to resist. He tried to be tame about it, but I can remember the looks of ecstasy on their faces as they made love, covered by the sheet or blanket. I can remember one time in particular as I watched and my father—I know now—had just come, and fell forward to rest against my mother. She looked at me and squeezed my hand and smiled. "Isn't it wonderful?" she asked giddily. As my brother and I reached our teens, our father was away on business more often and we'd be alone in the house with Mother for weeks. It was a strange, liberating time that marked a change in our household. It wasn't that our father was in anyway repressive, single-minded, or cold. But he did serve to restrain our mother somewhat. There were times when you could see mind beginning to launch into some fanciful idea, when he'd catch her eye and hold it for a minute, then her smile would fade—just a bit—and she'd nod knowingly. But without Father there, Mother fell into her full self. She hardly ever dressed, and even then it was only in flimsy robes or a long tee-shirt. She insisted that I sleep with her and often tried to coax Liam to do so as well, though he took on a bit of Father's shyness and would refuse. Though she was always physically affectionate, her hugs, kisses, and caresses became more frequent, warm and prolonged. For example, once I came home from school, and she greeted me at the front door in her short, silky kimono. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close as we stood in the foyer. I felt her large, soft breasts press against my cheeks as she squeezed me tight. It was like she hadn't seen me in weeks. "Wow, Mom, what's this for, something happen?" I asked. She laughed, kissed my cheek, and then planted a firm kiss on my lips. I smelled her perfume mixed with alcohol, and she looked into my eyes, holding my face in her hands. "I just needed to touch someone!" she laughed, a bit abashed. "I felt like I was going to burst!" We laughed at that, and she pulled me inside. "Quick!" she cried, "Let's tub!" "I was going to watch TV," I complained. But she brushed this aside. "Come spend some time with your old mother!" she laughed. "Mommy's been lonely in the house all day." She made a playful, pouting expression that made me laugh. It was like I was the parent and she was the kid demanding attention. So, like my father, like my brother, like all that felt the force of her desire, I relented with a smile. She dragged me to my parents' grand bathroom, with its whirlpool tub in which the family had often shared a bath. She quickly dropped her robe, revealing her soft, pink body without hesitation. Her breasts seemed so round and pendulous to me as they swayed slightly. She was practically jumping with excitement. The tub was already full and she activated the soft jets. She turned to me and quickly began to undress me. We laughed as we talked about my day. I didn't think anything of it, at the time, but now I realize I felt a change of some sort as she pulled my sweater over my head and unbuttoned my blouse. She let her hands spread across my bare chest, over my little bra, rubbing me with those warm hands. "Mmm, darling, your skin is so soft!" she exclaimed. She let me take my bra off as she pulled my skirt down, and, just as quickly, my panties. She let her hands glide up and down my legs too. "And you're getting so strong!" she said approvingly, gripping my thighs firmly. "Must be all that soccer and running. Such a fine girl." She stood up and faced me, both of us naked now. She pulled me close again in another hug, this time our naked skins pressed hotly against each other. I felt her hands reach down my back and cup my ass cheeks. I giggled, since it tickled. I reached around and pinched her ample ass and she laughed, slapping my hand away. We climbed into the hot water of the tub and reclined as she asked me about my day. As we made small talk, she moved to sit next to me and took the soap in her hands, beginning to idly clean my body. Since she'd done that since I was young, I thought nothing of it at first. But she seemed to press me more firmly, to take more time as she washed me, often brushing her cheek or lips across my skin after washing it clean. After a while, I could tell she was no longer paying attention to what I was talking about, so I just relaxed and let her wash me. I felt good and warm, and now I realize, I was turned on too. My mother guided me towards the middle of the tub and had me stand so she could properly wash me. She moved to my front first and kneeled before me, looking up at me with her wide, dewy blue eyes. She smiled so warmly, so happily. It felt good to make her feel so, and I didn't want to do anything to take away from her mood. So, I let her guide the soap and sponge along my shoulders, down over my small, pointed breasts, and across my flat belly. I looked down as the suds slid down my firm, young body and watched her massage my thighs as she washed down each one. Finally, she dipped the sponge in the bath and squeezed it, letting the rivulets of water travel down my body, taking the suds with them. By then, my nipples were rock hard, which she surely felt as she let her hands idly push away the soap. She gently kissed my belly, just inches above my pussy, and then moved behind me. As with my front, my mother began at my shoulders and soaped downwards, lathering me in a rich blanket of bubbles. She let her fingers creep down my spine, between my cheeks, and massaged my ass firmly. I felt my breaths get shallow even as she was cooing loving words to me. Her fingers glided down the crack of my ass, over my anus, sliding them softly back and forth. I felt my mother press her face against my cheeks, holding my hips, kissing my behind. I was nervous and excited. My pussy was throbbing as her fingers crept forward and began to wash my pussy softly. I panted as she began to slide her hand back and forth, over my clit, soaping up my pubic hair completely. I felt my knees begin to shake. "Oh darling, my lovely baby, sweet, sweet Sena," my mother cooed. "Let Mommy help you relax." She was rubbing my clit in rapid circles now, without pretense of washing me. Very quickly, I was nearly out of breath and leaning back against her for all of my support. Her cheek was pressed against my ass as I leaned against her, her breath hot on me as the soap and hot water sluiced down my thighs. I felt myself losing control as she continued to finger me, sliding a free finger along my wet pussy lips. Finally, I bit my lip and let out a holler that echoed off the bathroom walls. I came hard, succumbing to her dexterous fingers and, really, to her madness. *** My mother and I lounged in the tub, relaxing in the afterglow of my washing. We sat next to each other, arms touching. We hadn't spoken since I my orgasm. I felt simultaneously awkward and, oddly, at ease. She lightly caressed me and I occasionally reciprocated. After several minutes, we heard the downstairs door open and the footfalls of my brother climbing the stairs to his bedroom. "Liam, come into my bathroom please," my mother called to him. He began to stutter out some excuse, but she pressed him. "No darling, I need a towel, please come just for a minute." Liam arrived at the bathroom door, which was cracked open. He peeked in and saw us in the tub, then pulled back. "Why don't you come in with us, darling?" my mother asked. "Aw, no thanks Mom. Homework and stuff." "Come on, Liam, we won't bite!" my mother called after him. But Liam shyly started to back away from the door. Mother stood up in the tub, revealing her naked, wet body to him. Water cascaded from her long, blond tresses, which clung to her breasts, and streamed down between her legs and her pussy. Liam's eyes got wide and he continued to stammer out an excuse. "Liam, come here right now!" she directed with more firmness than either of us had heard in years. "We're your family and we hardly see you any more. You will spend time with us!" Liam hesitated, but relented in his shock at her sternness. He slowly entered the room and approached the tub and my mother's face softened. "That's good, sweetie. Just humor your old mom and spend a little time with her," she smiled warmly. "Just for a bit. Go ahead and take your clothes off and join us, honey." My mother reclined back into the tub and poured herself a tall glass of ice water, sipping as she watched him. Liam nodded, but he wouldn't make eye contact with me. He turned his back to us. He slowly stripped. I looked at my mother and found her regarding me as I had been watching Liam strip. She had a curious look on her face, then smiled and winked. "Come on, Liam. Hurry up before we wrinkle like prunes!" She patted the tub's seat next to her. Liam seemed mortified as he slowly turned around. It was clear that he was uncomfortable, and I soon saw why. His penis was completely erect. Poor Liam turned beet red. I started to giggle, but my mother threw me a warning look. "Come on, dear. Sit next to mother. You look so beautiful." Liam awkwardly climbed into the tub and sat next to my mother, who handed him her glass of water. He drank deeply as she put her arm around him. Liam gave me a bewildered look, but I just rolled my eyes, letting him know it was more of our mother's madness. We had long tolerated her flights of fancy, her absolute lack of respect for others' privacy, and this was just some new event to add to the list. My mother chatted up Liam as she had me, though with a bit less success. He was in his first year at the local college and not terribly motivated by his classes. He was also always very quiet, so she had to press him for conversation, even when he wasn't in a tub naked with his mother and sister. Still, he relaxed a bit and related his banal day. As he spoke, my mother began to lightly soap his shoulders and neck. At first, he seemed to tense up a bit; but as she continued, he, like me, gave into her madness. My mother began to wash Liam as she had done with me. She moved him to stand as she kneeled in front of him. His hard penis stuck straight out, just inches from her face as she washed up and down his legs. Finally, she brought her soapy hands to his ass, cleaning him thoroughly, and reached under him to cup his balls. Liam moaned and my mother smiled. He started to pull back, but she held his balls firmly now, and put her other hand on his erect shaft, letting the suds slide down from his round, mushroom-tip to his heavy balls. "You're really such a big boy now, Liam. So much like your father!" she said. She reached around him and put her other soapy hand on his shaft. Liam closed his eyes. My mother slowly began to stroke him back and forth. "Does this feel good, baby?" she asked quietly. "Y-yes, Mom," Liam muttered. It seemed that his penis grew in her hand. My mother moved closer to him, so her breasts were pressed against the back of his thighs, her cheek against her back, as she continued to stroke him. "Mommy loves making her baby feel better," she cooed, still stroking. "All her babies," she added, opening her eyes to look at me. I met her eyes and smiled in spite of myself, then went back to watch Liam's cock begin to jerk in her hand. "Do you want to help, honey?" she asked me. "Come on," she took a hand from Liam's penis and he whimpered slightly, missing it. She held it out to me, taking my hand, and pulling me close. "Help your brother feel more comfortable," she said quietly. I moved forward to kneel next to where my brother stood. My mother guided my hand to his penis and began to show me how to stroke him. I began to rub him with her, both of us working on him to his great pleasure. He held on to my shoulder for support as he screwed up his face, panting, then finally releasing with a cry. His penis began to pulse in my hand as my mother cupped his balls lovingly. His semen shot out a good two feet, then slowed in subsequent bursts to a dribble that came out over the tip of his penis and onto my hand. It was warm and sticky, not coming off right away with the water. Liam slumped back a bit and my mother caught him, lowering him back into the tub next to her. My mother laughed gaily and began to kiss him all over his face, letting her big breasts press against him hard. "That was so lovely! Wasn't it, Sena?" She pulled me to her other side, putting her arms around us both and pulling us close until both of us had our cheeks pressed against her breasts. She stroked our hair and relaxed back into the tub. "Ah, my lovely babies." Liam looked at me, not sadly, but a little overwhelmed. I gave him a little smile. Mother held us close and warm. We sat there in silence for a while, lulled almost to sleep by the heat of the tub and my mother's calming strokes on my hair and face. I began to doze, pressed against my mother's breast, when I heard a slight sucking sound. I opened my eyes and saw Liam suckling at Mother's left breast. She held his head, looking down at him lovingly. "Ah, yes, there, baby, let momma feed you again," she said dreamily. Liam had rotated so that he straddled her left thigh, with one hand against the side of the tub to support himself and the other now hefting her large breast. My mother put her head back and cooed with pleasure as he sucked. Then, she looked down at me and smiled sleepily. She put her hand on the back of my head and pulled me close. My lips were already inches from her breast, so she didn't have to guide me much. I let my mouth open and tasted her salty, hard nipple, surrounded by the soft, supple skin of her breast. I sucked lightly at first, just getting used to the shape and taste, but soon was sucking with as much gusto as Liam. Like my brother, I found it more comfortable to straddle Mother's leg, letting her firm thigh hold me by my crotch, and I held onto her to keep close and sucking. Next to me, Liam cuddled against my mother and me, still sucking. I looked down and saw that his penis was fully erect again as he rubbed it against her thigh. Likewise, my pussy was warm and tingling and I enjoyed the feeling of her skin against my clit. It was there, in that tub, half-floating in the warm water, in the dimly lit warmth of the bathtub, that my brother and I fully gave in to our mother's madness. As children, we hadn't understood it. As teens, we had been frightened by it at times, or just endured it with mild annoyance. But as we latched ourselves to her breasts in the tub, we embraced her eccentricities and converted to her religion. My brother, who had been so shy, suckled fiercely as his hard pecker bounced up and down under water against his mother's thigh. I looked down to see her hands reach around to his ass, pulling him closer. He let his hand drop from her breast and trail, under water, to her pussy between her spread legs. Her eyes fluttered as his hand clumsily cupped her and lightly grabbed at her lips. I gave in as well. I began to grind my young pussy down against my mother's firm thigh, which she raised to me, helping me along. I let my hand join my brothers on her pussy. Together, we played with her, rubbing, pulling, and letting our fingers frolic in her tangled hairs. Mother moaned with pleasure, pulling us closer. I saw her hand leave Liam's ass and reach underneath to take hold of his cock again, slowly jerking him off. My brother's hand left Mother's cunt and reach out to my ass. At first I was shocked by the contact, but, again, we had fully converted to my mother's ways. Liam, so bold now, held my ass firmly as I ground against Mother's thigh. I kept working on her pussy, finding her clit and rubbing it as I had done before with myself. Mother kept her own work on Liam's cock, rubbing it against her leg as she stroked him underwater. Lumped together, we paid no heed to the water sloshing out of the tub as we moved rhythmically against each other. I felt Liam's fingers creep into the crevice of my ass, over my asshole, which tingled at his touch, and to my pussy, where my lips opened to his probing. I cried out and Mother shouted "Yes!" Liam grunted. I buried three fingers into Mother's wide cunt and felt her shiver. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried, throwing her head back. I began to shake uncontrollable as Liam's finger's continued their urgent probing. Liam suddenly stiffened and gasped. I looked down to see his cock jerking under water, Mother still holding it firmly, as it shot wad after wad of come into the water. Mother continued to heave and pant as I fingered her. I continued to come as well, almost breaking into sobs, grinding my pussy against her wantonly as Liam's fingers stayed in me, until I collapsed against her breasts. Liam quickly joined me as Mother slowly came down from her own orgasm and her pussy let go of my fingers. The three of us stayed there, just panting, holding each other. My Mother's Madness Ch. 02 [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.] * * * 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. * * * 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." My Mother's Madness Ch. 03 [Author's Note: Thanks to all the readers who have enjoyed these stories so far and sent notes of encouragement. They really help me to keep writing. Thanks also for your patience while waiting for Chapter 3. As always, all characters are over 18 and this is purely fantasy for your enjoyment.] The next day, I arrived home from school, I found Mother sitting on the patio reading and enjoying an afternoon cocktail. She was wearing her bathing suit and a loose, transparent wrap. She was so beautiful. I'd seen her naked all of my life—she was never modest in front of us—but now, with all that had happened, I was keenly aware of the softness of her skin, the warmth of her breasts barely contained in the bikini, the strength in her demurely crossed legs. I knew the taste of her lips, the force of her tongue, and felt a new surge run through me as her eyes fell up and down my body. "Darling, lovely to see you. And just in time! Your father should be home soon. Why don't you join me for a swim until he gets back?" ""Sure." I said, giving her a peck on the cheek and looking about for Liam. I could only wonder what they'd been up to all afternoon. "Where's Liam?" "Oh, upstairs, futzing about. I told him to come swim with his old mother, but he mumbled something about having some homework to finish. What crazy talk! It's Friday!" "Well, I'll see if he wants to come," I said. Realizing my Freudian slip, I blushed as I headed back into the house. I dumped my books off in my room. The weather was just getting warm enough to swim again, so I had to dig out one of my plain, modest bikinis from beneath a pile of clothes. As I stripped, I took a moment to view myself in the mirror: so skinny, so pale. My little breasts hardly stood out from my body, though my nipples were nearly as big as Mother's and prone to sticking out at the slightest chill. I had to admit, I liked my ass, toned as it was from soccer and field hockey. Still, my body was so unlike Mother's voluptuous figure; if not for our similar, deep brown eyes, you'd never have thought we were related. Maybe one day, I told myself, my body would develop like Mother's. I liked that thought, and imagined how I might fill out as my hands crept down my flat belly to my pouty pussy lips, visible through my spare pubic hair. Still, how could any boy get turned on by this little girl's body? Finally, I stepped into my bathing suit and went off to find Liam. He was in his room, sitting on his bed, reading. As always, his room was spare and tidy. Even as a young boy, he'd never littered his walls with posters of cars or athletes like other boys. Liam looked up at me and smiled, then noticed my bikini and got a quizzical look on his face. I flushed a little as I felt his eyes on me. Even our most banal interactions had taken on a simmering, seductive thrill. From the way he blushed, I could tell he felt it too. "She's got you swimming with her, eh?" he asked, trying to sound casual. "I could use a dip. School was...ugh," I sighed, as if that said it all. I stepped forward and flopped on his bed. "It'll get better," he promised. "Once you go to college." I shrugged, unconvinced. "We'll just have to see," I said. Liam moved to sit up next to me and put a brotherly arm around my shoulders. "No, don't worry about it, Sena. College is a 100% better than high school. Trust me, I hated it too." I smiled at him. He was a great older brother. I leaned against him a bit and we sat there in a silence for a few moments. I shivered a little, feeling chilly, and looked down to see my nipples poking through my top. I caught Liam noticing them and he blushed furiously. We both laughed. "Perv!" I said. "You should talk," he replied. "Just a house of pervs, I guess." "Well, it is Mother's house, after all." We chuckled at that. Having broken the ice, I mustered the courage to ask him about the previous day with Mother. "How did it start? I mean, did she just trap you here all day?" I prodded. "No, well, you know Mom," he replied. "We woke up late in the morning. You were already gone to school and I'd already missed my first class. So, you know, it wasn't hard for Mom to convince me to stay home." "I bet! All day, rolling around naked, with your mother!" I said. Liam blushed. "I know, it's weird, isn't it? But who are you to talk? I saw you two in the tub, before, um, before I joined you." "I know. It is weird. But, then again, it isn't, you know." Liam nodded and sat up next to me. "It's just Mom," he sighed. We sat there in silence, each considering Mother and her eccentricity. "So," I finally began with a needling tone in my voice, "what did Mom and you do, anyway?" Liam's face grew red again and he avoided my eye. "We just, you know, laid about." "Ha! You did a lot more than that. I watched her give you a blow job, remember?" "You saw all of that?" he asked, abashed. "Yup," I laughed. I must admit, I reveled in his discomfort. "And then you kissed her pussy." "Well, you know, we did some more stuff, during the day. Slept a lot, then I'd wake up and Mom was playing with me again, or asking me to do stuff." "Stuff, huh?" I giggled, poking him in the side with my finger. "You know what I mean." "Well, how much 'stuff' did you do?" Liam grinned. "This is so crazy," he sighed. "Well, she really loves to kiss, you know. She laid me back in the bed and cuddled up, lying half on top of me, and we just kissed for the longest time. Her tongue..." he drifted off. I found myself staring off into space, remember what her kiss felt like for myself. We both shifted uncomfortably, clearly getting turned on by our memories. "What about it?" I pressed. "So warm and wet. And her body too. Her skin was hot, almost like she had a fever, but so soft I didn't want to stop touching her. She pressed her breasts into me, into my chest, as we kissed. Then she sort of fed them to me, begging me to suck them while she straddled me. I think she came just from me sucking on her nipples." Liam and I were both panting. We were sitting very close, his arm still around me, his fingers gently stroking my skin. I rested my head on his shoulder and my hand on his thigh. "Did you, like, did you fuck?" I was as shocked as Liam when the words came out of my mouth. To even have this conversation was absurd! But, there it was, and nothing could be taken back. Liam choked on my question for a minute, then shook his head. "No, it really never got to that point." I nodded. Then, unable to help myself, I pressed: "Would you have? I mean, if she'd wanted to." We were like co-conspirators whispering secrets. Liam squirmed. I squeezed his thigh to reassure him. Instantly, we both stiffened. I thought about taking my hand back, but the imp of my Mother's madness had hold of me, and I began to caress Liam's thigh. "It's okay, Liam, you can tell me," I whispered, looking up into his eyes. Liam swallowed, then nodded slowly. My heart raced. I reveled in his confession. He was as lost, as depraved, as any of us. I could see it in his eyes, as he could in mine. Our lips were so close now, we were panting, letting our hands roam each other's bodies. "Wow, you'd have fucked Mother," I sighed. I brushed his cheek with my lips and whispered into his ear, "You know, she'd have probably let you, if you'd tried." Liam held his breath and seemed to be searching my face, as if finding something new there. I grinned devilishly and let my hand creep farther up his thigh. He was hard, pressed against his trousers. "Wow, seems like you like the thought of that," I chided him, resting my palm on his hard cock. "Well, you can't blame me," he said, finally. "Mother is...powerful..." "No, don't worry, I can't blame you," I agreed. I started rubbing his cock through his pants. "I think it might be fun to watch." Liam grinned at the thought of that. He pulled me closer, his strong fingers gripping my naked arm. I kissed his neck, right below his ear. "Tell me, Liam, is that all you want to do?" "How do you mean?" "Fuck Mother, is that all you want?" "I don't know, I haven't thought about it like that." "Would you fuck her tits?" "I guess. They are big and soft. That would feel good." "Would you come on her face, like some girl in a porno?" Liam chuckled. His fingers slipped under my top to toy with my hard nipple. "I guess, if she wanted." "What about anal sex? Would you fuck your own mother in the ass, you perv?" Liam stiffened at the thought. "Do really you think Mom and Dad have anal sex?" "I think they probably have every kind of sex," I replied. We sat there in silence and considered that notion, rubbing each other with increasing heat. "Well, what about me? What do you want to do...with me?" I looked him right in the eye as I said it. Our lips were mere inches away from each other. I held Liam's cock firmly through his trousers and felt it pulse beneath my fingers. He continued to massage my breasts and tweak my nipples. We leaned forward to kiss. "Would you fuck me, Liam?" I whispered. "Kids! You're father's home!" Mother called from downstairs. "Come say hello!" We jumped as soon as we heard her voice. We jumped apart, as if we'd been caught. Then, we both burst into laughter. "Everyone in this house is crazy," Liam said, shaking his head. "Well, it's Mother's house, after all," I agreed. I lifted my bikini back over my breasts and he straightened his trousers, then we hurried downstairs to welcome Father home. We descended the stairs to find Mother and Father kissing passionately. Mother's wrap had fallen down her shoulders, leaving her cleavage exposed. Father's arms were around her back, hands resting on her ass. She clung to him, swaying back and forth. We were quiet enough that they didn't even notice us until we were only a few feet away. Then Father raised his head and stiffened, trying to be proper, and gently pulled away from Mother. She kept her arms around his neck and pressed her ample breasts into his body, just as Liam had said she'd done to him. I couldn't help by grin. Mother was smiling and ecstatic that her whole family was together again. I gave Father a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and Mother moved in to embrace me from behind and sandwich me between them. Like Mother, Father was fit and though not especially tall, he still had several inches over Liam and me. I felt the warmth of their bodies as Mother pressed hard against me, smashing me into Father, who laughed at her exuberance. Mother and I never had our swim, as Father was hungry and we quickly set to making dinner. She had planned a delicious roast and grilled vegetables, and Liam and I were her sous-chefs as Father showered and relaxed before dinner. Dinner was delicious and lively. Father told us about his time in Tokyo, Hong Kong, and Bangkok, and promised us presents after dinner. Mother chatted away about all that Father had missed in the community during his ten-day absence. She went on and on about what wonderful children Liam and I were, how we looked after her and made sure she didn't get too lonely. At one point, Father regarded me with an odd look, as if searching my face, but then he smiled and thanked us for taking care of Mother. After dinner, Father gave us our presents (an antique Japanese dagger for Liam and elegant, hand-stitched Thai silk pajamas for me). We settled in to watch an old movie (Mother's favorite family pastime), complete with hot cocoa and popcorn. To any outsider, we'd have looked as dull and complacent as any average family. To a keen observer, however, telltale signs of Mother's eccentricities abounded. First, Mother insisted I change into my new pajamas before we watched the movie, and that everyone get likewise comfortable. Father resisted, but Mother put her hands on her hips and gave him a look which sent him off to change. Soon, we assembled, Father and Liam in simple pajamas, Mother in an immodest pink nightgown that was hardly concealed by one of her diaphanous wraps, and me in my new smooth, silk pajamas. Liam did his best not to ogle Mother, but it was impossible not to notice her lush breasts and hourglass figure barely contained in her nightgown. It was so thin and tight that it cupped her breasts and the outlines of her nipples were clearly visible. It was obvious she also wasn't wearing panties. Mother fluttered about, making sure each to give Liam and me several hugs and kisses before she settled into the couch next to Father. Liam took up his favorite chair and I stretched out like a cat on a bed of pillows before the fireplace. Next, Mother could not keep her hands to herself throughout the evening. I peeked back regularly to see her caressing kissing Father, even slipping her hands into the folds of his pajama top to rub his chest. He'd laugh and lightly caress her too, playfully admonishing her to watch the movie. Liam was watching them intently. Mother would whisper something in Father's ear while rubbing him, then giggle, and he'd cluck, as if he disapproved, but with a smile on his face. Over the course of the evening, Mother's nightgown rode up her nearly to her waist, revealing almost all of her beautiful, lush thighs. From my vantage, I could see all the way up her legs to her naked pussy. More than once she caught my eye and gave me a wink while she toyed with Father. Even though Mother had always been openly affectionate with Father, she seemed much more unabashed and giddy than usual. Father seemed a little confused, but he relaxed and let Mother have her fun. By the time that the movie was over and Mother and Father were flushed and were practically panting. They were clearly eager to head to bed. "Come give us kisses, my darlings, Daddy's tired and I need to tuck him in!" Mother exclaimed. I bent to kiss them goodnight. Mother put her hands on either side of my face and held me still for Father to see. "Isn't she lovely, Richard? Such a beautiful young woman!" Mother said. She planted a wet kiss right on my lips. "Yes, of course she is," Father said dryly, raising his cheek to accept my kiss. "You're both great kids." Mother let her hands flutter down my face, neck, and breasts. Her warm hands pressed the flawless silk against my skin, giving me a little shiver of pleasure. I wanted more, but knew it was fleeting. Father didn't seem to notice as she put her arms on either side of my hips, then slid them around back to cup my ass. She kissed me again. "Oh, I could kiss your lovely lips all night, sweetie," she said. Liam dutifully leaned forward to kiss Father's cheek and said it was good to have him home. "Give your old mother a hand up from this couch," Mother told him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and Liam hauled her up. As they stood, she smashed her body into his, her breasts nearly spilling from her top. She kissed him right on the lips, still holding tight. "Such a strong, young man! See, Richard, they take great care of me when you're gone." "I see that. We're very lucky to have such great kids," Father said, standing as well. With that, Mother took him by the hand and led him upstairs. Liam and I exchanged another glance and a shrug. Then I kissed his cheek—quite suddenly, as we'd never kissed goodnight before—and then ran upstairs to my own room. I left the poor boy there alone in the living room, obviously aroused from his encounter with Mother, confused and horny. It wasn't long before I heard the sounds of love-making emanating from my parents' room. I lay in bed listening for quite some time, letting my fingers glide up and down my pussy lips. I had shucked my pajama bottoms before climbing in bed, knowing that my wet pussy would want attention. After my encounter with Liam and Mother's tender ministrations, I was worked up and needed relief. I relaxed, gently toying with myself, as I listened to their muffled voices—Mother's voice pleading with urgency, while Father's was calm and low—and then their panting, moaning, rhythm as the bed swayed with their passion. I couldn't make out their words, but the intent, passion, and intensity were unmistakable. With one hand pinching my nipple, I attended to my pussy lips and clit. I was so wet! I dipped my fingers between my cunt lips and smeared my juices against my clit, using them to lubricate my gyrating fingers. I thought of Mother and Father and imagined him riding her, fucking her from behind, as I'd seen men ride women in porno movies. My thoughts drifted to Mother and Liam, kissing for hours, entangled and naked, warm and on the verge of fucking. Those fantasies merged into my memory of our bath together, of Liam's fingers along my ass, Mother cupping my head and pulling me forward to suck her nipple as I rode her leg. I conjured a scene of us in the bath, leaning against Mother's heavy breasts as she held me close, while Liam fucked me from behind, just as I imagined Father doing to Mother now. It wasn't long before my little fingers brought me off to my own orgasm. Like Mother down the hall, I made no effort to be quiet. It was so liberating to pant, moan, and call out as I came by my own hand. Finally, I lay there in the dark, panting, until I dozed off, cupping my own wet cunt in my hands. Sometime in the middle of the night, I awoke to the sounds of my parents' voices. Were they still going at it? Again, I listened for a bit, but this time curiosity overcame me. I snuck down the hall to find that they'd left the door open. I peeked in to see Mother, completely nude, astride Father. Mother was riding him, undulating back and forth, up and down, letting her hair flow forward and back. Father gripped her tits, her neck, shoved a finger into her mouth. She seemed to devour him whole: his cock, his hands, all of his energy. The light was dim and fell on them with heavy shadows, but I could see their expressions were full of delight and passion. Mother had a sleepy smile on her face as she rode Father, regarding him through half-closed eyes. Father's eyes were shut tight, his mouth agape in a continual moan as Mother's cunt worked up and down and around his cock. I became so distracted that I didn't see Liam approach. I nearly called out when he leaned close to me to spy on our parents' activities. Luckily, I caught myself and gave him an angry look. It didn't last long, though, when I saw that he'd already pulled his cock from his pajama bottoms. It was lean and hard, full in his hand. He ogled me, wearing only my pajama top, with my hand cupping my cunt. Together, we watched and played with ourselves. I fingered my wet pussy while he pumped up and down on his cock. I soon lost interest in watching our parents, and instead watched Liam while listening as Mother's cries became more intense and passionate. I lifted my top so that Liam could watch me finger myself, and leaned against the wall for support. In the bedroom, Mother's cries intensified as she began to urge Father. "Yes, yes, that's it Richard, push up harder, fuck me harder, darling!" As Mother continued to loudly ride Father, Liam seemed to lose any remnant of shyness. He stepped forward and pressed me against the wall. We kissed hard, shoving our tongues at each other, panting loudly, biting and clawing. In the bedroom, Mother continued: "My cunny is so wet, darling, so wet for you! Oh, it's been so long since I've hard your long, hard cock!" "Did you miss it?" Father grunted. "You know I did, I always do! Nothing can take its place! No one can fuck me like you can, darling! Yes, yes, just like that." "And your tits, did they miss me too?" Father asked. "They missed your big, strong, rough hands! Grab them, twist them, slap them!" I heard the sounds of skin slapping as Father obeyed. Mother shrieked with pleasure. She was such a delicate creature except in the midst of her madness. The perversities seemed to bubble up out of her and she growled like an animal. We'd have heard her even if we'd been in our bedrooms, like good little children. Instead, we were attacking each other in the hallway, mere feet away. My Mother's Madness Ch. 03 Liam roughly opened my nightshirt and grabbed at my breasts, pulling and tweaking urgently. I held his dripping cock and rubbed it against my smooth, hot skin just above my cunt. Inside the bedroom, Father fucked Mother faster, their skin slapping together hard and loud, while Mother's perverse urgings continued. "Fuck me, Richard! Shove that big, hard cock all the way up my cunt! Do it! Now, now, now! Fill me with your cum, darling! Make my cunt overflow!" Mother cried. Father could only grunt in response. Liam's cock dragged across my wet cunt. His head speared against my sopping lips, forcing them open to kiss his warm, swollen cock head. I gasped as his cock pressed against my clit. Liam must have mistaken my surprise as resistance, because he shifted and brought his cock away from cunt to rest up against my belly. Silly boy. For a moment I thought about guiding his cock back to my cunt so that he could fuck me right there in the hallway while Mother and Father fucked mere feet away. But Liam pressed against me harder, so I continued jacking him with my hand as we kissed with reckless force. Finally, Mother's cries let us know she was coming. That was all Liam seemed to need. His cock pulsed in my hand and began to spurt on my belly. There was so much of it! It shot up between my breasts and coated my belly. Liam's body jerked and spasmed in synchronicity with Mother's orgasmic moans. We paused kissing and listened to Mother come down; it almost sounded as if she were sobbing, but she was showering Father with words of love and gratitude. Liam pressed against me with a low moan as his cum dripped down my belly towards my cunt. We leaned against the wall, trying to catch our breath. As Mother and Father kissed in the bedroom, we continued our kiss in the hall. Liam's soft cock smeared cum against my belly. It felt warm and sticky. I couldn't wait to taste it. After several minutes, Father said he was going to go fetch some water. Liam and I shared a frightened look, then split apart and darted to our rooms. I managed to land in bed and feign sleep, my torn, wet nightshirt tangled on the floor behind me, as Father quietly padded by my room. I hadn't pulled the sheet over me, so I lay there naked on my belly, my back and ass exposed in the moonlight. I heard him pause by my door. I imagined him looking in, seeing me naked and exposed. Before I could help myself, I shifted slightly, as if asleep, and pushed my ass up a bit. I was revealing myself to my father! In spite of myself, I cupped my own pussy and began to lightly finger myself. Certainly, he wouldn't see that with only the moonlight in the room. Still, the thrill and shame of it captured my breath. I imagined that he could see me clearly as he stood there in the hallway, tall and powerful, still naked and dripping with cum and Mother's juices. I shivered as I smeared Liam's cum around my clit and cunt lips, using it to lubricate my little fingers. My cunt was wetter than it had ever been before and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning aloud. Father paused for several seconds, but then I heard him continue on by. I gave myself a little orgasm and then lay there panting, thinking of all that was happening, aroused and warm, until I finally dropped off to sleep.