Brother From Another Mother
Copyright© 2025 by thundermax
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - At his brother's wedding, Max discovers Elliot, his new brother-in-law, has a twisted relationship with his mother, Karen. Max witnesses and records their intense, incestuous encounter. Later, Elliot proposes a disturbing deal to Max, involving both Karen and Emily. Max is left reeling, conflicted by desire and moral uncertainty, standing on the brink of uncharted territories and new realities in relationships.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Blackmail Mind Control Rape Cheating Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Wimp Husband Incest Mother Son Brother Sister MaleDom Rough Spanking Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Tit-Fucking
The doorbell chimed at the Johnson’s home.
“Honey! Someone’s at the door. Can you check who it is?” Mr. Johnson called out.
Yesterday, Max got a call from Karen inviting him to stay at their house for a few days since David and Emily were on their honeymoon. Lately, Max has struggled to decide what to do with a video, as it serves as his daily masturbation material. Should he reveal the nature of Emily’s parents or keep it a secret.
Today, he traveled to the Johnson family’s home to stay with them for a few days. In his mind, he also hopes to witness another sexual encounter between the mother and son, or maybe even join them.
Day by day, Max is becoming more attracted to the idea of a sexual relationship with the Johnson family rather than staying loyal to his brother.
His heart raced as he stood by the door, waiting for Mrs. Johnson to open it.
“Welcome, dear! Come on in,” Karen said, opening the door in a tight purple T-shirt and a pink apron wrapped around her.
Karen looks like a fuckable mom, all innocent on the outside but pure filth underneath. Her tight purple shirt hugs her boobs perfectly, the firm roundness of them clear even through the fabric. The pink apron is a fucking tease, barely covering her juicy ass. You can almost see the curves of her body, begging to be explored. It’s like she’s asking for it, all sweet and decent, but you know she’s a dirty slut who wants to get fucked hard.
No one would guess she’s being fucked by her own son like a whore, and she completely submits to him.
“Good morning, Mrs. Johnson,” Max said as he entered the house.
Karen’s perfume was a seductive blend of vanilla and jasmine, filling the air with a sweet, intoxicating scent.
“Good morning, Mrs. Johnson,” Max said as he entered the house.
As he stepped inside, he noticed how close she stood to him. Her face lit up, and her lips, round and full, were made to wrap around a cock. He could smell her perfume.
Karen’s perfume was a heady mix of vanilla and jasmine, a sweet and intoxicating aroma that teased his senses.
Max fantasized about pinning her to the wall and kissing her perfect lips. She would moan into his mouth, and he could rip off her apron and T-shirt, burying his face in her breasts and sucking her nipples hard. Karen blushed, standing very close to him. Max could see her inner slut emerging in her eyes as she bit her lip. With one hand, she pinched her neck strap, looking down.
“You can call me Karen, or Mom if you want to,” she said with a blush, barely able to move away from him.
As they gazed at each other, Mr. Johnson’s voice called from the kitchen, “Hey Max, come here! Let’s have breakfast,” oblivious to the sexual tension.
Karen straightened herself and followed Max into the kitchen, her expression confused. She had no idea why Max had looked at her that way.
Max sat across from Mr. Johnson, who was reading the newspaper.
“So, how are your studies?” Mr. Johnson asked, looking a bit nervous. His cock was semi-hard as he thought about Karen’s beauty. Karen could feel Max’s eyes on her back. She tried to adjust her apron, but it was no use; her body was built to seduce. Mr. Johnson’s eyes never left the newspaper.
“Studies are going well!” Max replied. Mr. Johnson gave him a brief look and continued reading the paper.
“Hey! Brother from another mother!” Elliot announced as he entered the kitchen and patted Max on the shoulder.
Max looked at Elliot with a slight smile. “Hey Elliot! How have you been?”
With a smirk, Elliot walked toward his mother behind Mr. Johnson’s back and stood behind Karen.
Max’s eyes widened as Elliot began gesturing to fuck his mom from behind. Karen, unaware of Elliot’s gestures, was making pancakes. She suddenly looked at Max briefly and turned around to see Elliot making inappropriate gestures. She took the spatula and hit him with it on the shoulders.
“Ow...” Elliot said, rubbing his shoulders. Max could see the angry mother’s look in her eyes. She looked at Max again with a nervous smile and pointed for Elliot to sit down, hissing at him, “Behave yourself!!”
Max was surprised by the dynamic between the mother and son. Just a few days ago, Elliot had been bending Karen over and fucking her with all his might, and she had been helpless, allowing him to ram into her at his will. He had even made her call him “Daddy” during their time in the caves. Now, they seemed like a normal mother and son.
If anyone doubted Max, he had a video of them doing unspeakable things. The thought of her getting fucked by Elliot made his cock rock hard.
As Elliot sat down, Mr. Johnson announced, “I will be going to Chicago for a few days.”
Mr. Johnson owned a real estate firm and was always busy at his office.
Elliot then said with a grin, “You don’t worry, Dad! I’ll take care of Mom.” Karen gave Elliot an angry look, then looked at Max, her eyes softening with nervousness.
“Yes, you behave yourself and don’t cause trouble for your mother. You understand?” said Mr. Johnson firmly.
“Okie,” Elliot said playfully.
“And Max, I know you didn’t have a mom growing up. You can consider Karen like your own mom. You’re part of this family too,” Mr. Johnson reassured.
“And Max, I know you didn’t have a mom growing up. You can consider Karen like your own mom. You’re part of this family too,” Mr. Johnson reassured.
Max and Karen’s eyes met, and he could see the sadness in her eyes, as if she knew what Max was thinking.
Elliot chimed in with a smirk, “Yeah Max, like I told you, I can share my mom with you! We can play with her together, you know the deal, right?”
“And don’t mind Elliot, who is always a daredevil. Stay safe with him,” Mr. Johnson added. With that, he left the house in a hurry.
The room fell silent for a while as Karen made pancakes without looking at either of them. Elliot looked at Max and smiled.
Karen served pancakes to Max, and as she approached, Max could see her boobs bouncing beneath her apron, hugged tightly in her T-shirt.
As Karen busied herself preparing more pancakes, Elliot did something bold. Max couldn’t believe it. Elliot got up, took off his shorts, and wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Elliot positioned the chair away from the table for Max’s clear view and sat on it. When Karen spun around to serve pancakes to Elliot, she dropped the plate and covered her mouth in horror. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of her son’s exposed cock, already half-hard and throbbing. Max’s gaze darted between Karen and Elliot, his own cock twitching with anticipation.
Karen’s face flushed a deep red, and she stammered, “Elliot, what are you doing? Put that away!” Her voice was a mix of shock and anger, but Max could see the flicker of something else in her eyes—excitement, perhaps.
Elliot just grinned, his cock now fully erect, and leaned back in his chair, giving them both an unobstructed view. “Come on, Mom. You know you want to see it,” he taunted, his voice laced with confidence.
Elliot took the apple syrup from the table and poured it directly onto his already hard, throbbing cock. Max had never seen anything like this before. It was different from hiding and spying on them than sitting there, knowing Elliot was doing this to his own blood-related mother on purpose.
Karen stood frozen, her eyes wide with confusion and discomfort. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and her hands trembled slightly as she gripped the counter behind her. Her breaths came in short, uneven gasps, and she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, clearly unsure of how to react. Her gaze darted between Elliot and Max, a mix of embarrassment and helplessness etched on her face.
Karen looked at Max with helpless eyes, her expression a silent reflection of her confusion and the awkwardness of the intimate situation.
Elliot leaned back in his chair, a smug smile playing on his lips as he relaxed into the moment. His cock, glistening with syrup, stood proud and hard. He looked up at Karen with a mischievous glint in his eyes and said, “Come on, Mom. You know you want a taste. Don’t be shy.”
His words were like a jolt of electricity, jerking Karen out of her stunned silence. Her eyes widened in shock, and before she could process what was happening, her body reacted. She dropped to her knees, her hands trembling as they hovered uncertainly in the air, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
Karen knelt down in front of the chair, her movements stiff and uncertain. Her hands clasped tightly over her chest, her breaths coming in heavy, visible gasps. Her eyes were downcast, avoiding both Elliot’s smug gaze and Max’s stunned expression. Her body trembled slightly, a mix of embarrassment and a strange, underlying tension coursing through her. The room seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with anticipation and the unspoken weight of their unusual dynamic.
Max sat rigidly at the dining table, his fork frozen mid-air, forgotten pancakes cooling on his plate. His cock throbbed painfully against the confines of his pants, and his breath came in ragged, uneven gasps. His eyes were glued to the scene unfolding before him, a mix of fascination and jealousy swirling in his gaze. The sight of Karen kneeling, her body trembling, and Elliot’s smug confidence sent a surge of lust through him.
He was turned on by the raw, intimate nature of the moment, but beneath that desire was a gnawing envy. Elliot had a mother, a beautiful, vulnerable woman who he could manipulate and pleasure at his will.
Max, who had never known a mother’s touch, felt a pang of longing and bitterness, wishing he could be in Elliot’s place, commanding Karen’s attention and submission.
Elliot slowly moved his hands around to the back of Karen’s head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he took a firm grip. He gently but insistently guided her forward, his eyes never leaving hers. “Come on, Mom,” he murmured, his voice a low, commanding purr. “You know you want to.”
Karen’s eyes widened in a mix of fear and reluctant desire. She looked over at Max, who had already freed his cock from his pants and was stroking it slowly, his eyes locked on her with an intensity that made her heart race. Max’s cock was impressively large, nearly matching Elliot’s in size, a sight that both terrified and intrigued her. The room seemed to close in around her, the air thick with tension and the unspoken desires of the two men who held her captive in their gazes.
Tears began to well up in her eyes, spilling over and tracing paths down her flushed cheeks. “Elliot, please,” she begged, her voice a soft, trembling whisper. “Don’t make me do this. Not in front of Max. Please, I can’t...”
Elliot’s lips curved into an evil smirk, his eyes glinting with a cruel amusement. “Come on, Mom,” he said, his voice laced with mocking sweetness. “You heard Dad. Max is part of this family now. Isn’t that right, Max?” He glanced at Max, who nodded slowly, his hand still moving rhythmically on his cock.
“So, why not share a little family fun, huh?” Elliot’s grip on her hair tightened, pulling her closer to his syrupy cock. “Don’t be shy, Mom. We’re all family here.”
Elliot guided her slowly toward his syrup-covered cock, his grip on her hair firm and unyielding. Karen’s tears continued to roll down her cheeks, mixing with the flush of her skin. She hesitated, her lips parting slightly as if to speak, but no words came out.
Her body trembled with a mix of fear, embarrassment, and a strange, underlying arousal. She knew she couldn’t say no to him; Elliot had always known how to manipulate her, and this was no exception.
With a final, shuddering breath, she opened her mouth, her eyes never leaving Elliot’s as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock, tasting the sweet, sticky syrup.
Max’s face was flushed with excitement, his hand moving slowly and deliberately on his cock as he watched the scene unfold. His eyes were locked on Karen, taking in every detail of her reluctant submission.
Elliot’s face was tilted back, a look of pure pleasure etched on his features as he enjoyed the sensation of his mother’s mouth on him. “That’s it, Mom,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You’re doing so good. Your mouth feels amazing.”
Karen moaned softly around Elliot’s cock, the taste of apple syrup surprisingly sweet and intoxicating. It seemed to heighten her senses, making her salivate more as she sucked him like a popsicle, her cheeks hollowing with each pull.
The room was filled with the wet, sucking sounds of her mouth and the occasional gasp of pleasure from Elliot, creating a symphony of forbidden desire.
“Oh god, Mom,” Elliot panted, his grip on her hair tightening as he guided her movements. “You’re making me so hard. Keep going, just like that.”
Karen’s eyes fluttered closed, her body responding to the forbidden pleasure. She sucked harder, her head bobbing up and down as she took him deeper, the sounds of her moans and Elliot’s groans filling the room, creating a symphony of taboo desire.
From Max’s viewpoint, the scene was a mesmerizing blend of forbidden desire and raw intimacy. His eyes were glued to Karen, taking in every detail of her reluctant submission with a mix of fascination and jealousy.
Her lips, glistening with a combination of saliva and syrup, wrapped tightly around Elliot’s cock, creating a perfect, wet seal. The sight was almost hypnotic, the way her lips stretched and her cheeks hollowed with each suck, drawing Elliot deeper into her mouth.
The sounds filled the room, a symphony of wet, slurping noises that sent shivers down Max’s spine. Karen’s moans were muffled but distinct, a mix of embarrassment and unexpected pleasure that seemed to echo in his mind. Elliot’s groans were louder, raw and unfiltered, each one a testament to the intensity of the sensation coursing through his body.
Max’s gaze drifted to Elliot’s hand, firmly gripping Karen’s hair, guiding her movements with a mix of dominance and tenderness. The way Elliot’s knuckles were white with tension, the way his arm muscles flexed with each pull, it all added to the erotic tableau unfolding before Max. The contrast between Elliot’s confident control and Karen’s hesitant surrender was intoxicating, heightening Max’s own arousal to almost painful levels.
Elliot started to push Karen deeper onto his cock with force, his grip on her hair tightening as he guided her head down.
Karen choked and coughed around his shaft, her eyes watering as saliva bubbled out of her mouth, forming small, popping bubbles. The sight was both erotic and disturbing, a raw display of power and submission.
With a sudden release, Elliot let go of her head, and Karen pulled back, coughing and gasping for air. Her eyes were blurred with tears, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.
Before she could fully recover, Elliot wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. With a swift, unexpected movement, he lifted her and sat her down on the dining table beside Max, her legs dangling over the edge.
Karen’s eyes widened in surprise and confusion as she found herself sandwiched between the two men, her body still trembling from the intense encounter. Max’s cock throbbed painfully, his hand still moving slowly as he took in the sight of Karen’s flushed face and disheveled hair, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the unspoken desires and the lingering scent of apple syrup.
Elliot then looked at Max, his eyes glinting with a mix of challenge and amusement. “Deal?” he asked, his voice low and commanding. Not knowing what he was agreeing to, Max nodded, his heart pounding in his chest as he stood up from his chair, his cock still hard and throbbing.
With a swift, almost brutal movement, Elliot ripped Karen’s apron off, the fabric tearing with a sharp sound that cut through the heavy air. He then grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head, exposing her heaving breasts, still constrained by her bra. Karen, still trying to catch her breath, her vision blurred with tears, had no clue what was happening.
Her body trembled, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through her veins as she sat there, half-naked and vulnerable on the dining table, sandwiched between the two men who held her captive in their gazes.
When Karen’s vision finally cleared, she realized the full extent of her predicament. Both Elliot and Max had each taken one of her breasts in their hands, their mouths latching onto her nipples with a hunger that was almost feral. Their tongues swirled and teased, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core, despite her confusion and embarrassment.
Karen leaned back on the table, her hands supporting her weight as she arched her back, pushing her breasts further into their eager mouths. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body betraying her with waves of unexpected pleasure.
The room was filled with the wet, sucking sounds of their mouths on her skin, the scent of her arousal mingling with the lingering sweetness of the syrup. Her mind raced, trying to process the sudden shift from humiliation to intense, forbidden pleasure, as she surrendered to the dual assault on her senses.
Karen could see Max’s fingers tightly gripping around her nipple, making it stand out, taut and sensitive, for his hungry mouth. His lips and tongue worked her flesh with a fervor that sent shocks of pleasure straight to her core.
“Mmmm...” The moan escaped Karen’s lips, a low, guttural sound that was part surrender, part pleasure. Her eyes fluttered closed as she gave in to the sensations overwhelming her body.
Elliot, meanwhile, was trying to take as much of her breast into his mouth as possible, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked hard, the shape of her breast molding to the contours of his mouth. His tongue flicked and teased her sensitive flesh, drawing out more moans from deep within her throat.
Max, emboldened by the moment, reached up and gripped the back of Karen’s neck, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her head back, exposing her throat and arching her body further into their eager mouths. Her lips parted instinctively, her inner slut responding to the command in his touch, and Max latched onto her mouth, sucking her lips with a hunger that bordered on desperate. His tongue invaded her mouth, exploring and claiming, as their breaths mingled in a dance of forbidden desire.
Meanwhile, Elliot was kneading Karen’s breasts in his hands, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he tried to fit both nipples into his mouth at once.
His cheeks hollowed with the effort, his tongue flicking and teasing as he sucked and nibbled, drawing out moans that vibrated through their connected mouths.
Karen’s vulnerability was stark and undeniable, her body stretched out on the dining table, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath. Her skin was flushed, her eyes glazed with a mix of tears and desire, and her lips swollen and parted, a silent invitation to the two boys who held her captive in their gazes.
It was a cruel and beautiful sight, the way Elliot and Max took her, their hands and mouths exploring her body with a hunger that was almost feral. Elliot’s fingers dug into her soft flesh, his mouth sucking and teasing her nipples with a relentless intensity, while Max’s grip on her neck was firm, his tongue invading her mouth with a dominance that left her breathless.
Karen was a plaything, a vessel for their desires, and they took her with a raw, unfiltered intensity that left her gasping and moaning, her body betraying her with waves of pleasure that crashed over her in relentless waves.
As Max violated her mouth with his own, his lips and tongue working in a relentless dance, sucking and exploring as if trying to draw her very soul from her body, Karen’s moans were muffled, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. Her eyes were wide with a mix of fear and desire, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensations coursing through her.