Chapter 2

Paul entered his room to hear the shower turn off. A minute later the bathroom door opened, and his mother stepped out.

“Sorry Paul, I realized I forgot to bring my pajamas when I was already in the shower.” Instead, she was wearing her daily underwear. It clung to her damp body, and Paul could tell the outlines of her nipples and pubic hair. His mother’s pubes were shaved into a neat landing strip, and he thought it was knowledge he’d rather live without.

“Not bad for your old mom?” Natalie flashed him a radiant smile, catching his stare.

“Uh, mom, I wasn’t looking!” He lied quickly, averting his eyes.

“It’s ok Paul,” she sat next to him on his bed. “We need you to get more comfortable around women, remember?” she turned to him, giving him a better view of her body. Her legs were slightly parted as she caressed her inner thighs.

Paul thought she did have a great body. At 38, she had the looks of a fashion model, with large, teardrop shaped breasts that showed no signs of sag, wide, sensuous hips, shapely legs, and sculpted face betraying her Greek origins.

“Mom, please stop!” Paul’s body reacted to her like any teenager would, but it was his mother, and he wasn’t interested in her sexually — not at all. Even if she wasn’t his mother, taking advantage of her drug induced state felt very wrong. “I can get by on my own, thanks! I am quite comfortable around women already!” he said as he fidgeted uncomfortably, looking away from her.

“When you came from school today, I realized just how much I love you,” she breathed. “And it feels sooo good to know you and Kate feel the same!”. At the memory, her nipples visibly tightened, and her hand snuck between her thighs. She squeezed it with her legs. “Please, Paul, I want to give you everything I have, I love you so much!”

Paul thought he still needed to keep her in his room for the night, and he didn’t want to risk leaving her alone as she looked desperate to “show her love” to either of her children.

“Mom, I’d really appreciate it if we went to sleep now.” Pouting, she turned to leave. “Here, together.”

Natalie smiled happily and slid under his blanket. Paul decided not to risk changing into his pajamas, and simply followed suit, still fully dressed in his daily pants, t-shirt, and sweater. Natalie embraced him, murmuring softly, and putting a leg over him. It was almost similar to how she would put him to sleep when he was six, except now she was just in her bra and panties, her heavy breasts were resting on his chest, and her hot crotch was pressing into his side as she softly ground her hips into him. She was clearly “feeling good” about embracing her son so intimately, and he could smell the fragrance of her wetness when she shifted around. Paul thought it disgusting he knew how his own mother’s excited vagina smelled.

With this uncomfortable thought, Paul eventually drifted to sleep. Some time during the night, he felt his mother turn away. Becoming worried she’d leave, he turned to hug her from behind, spooning her body. Paul’s hand naturally fell on a heavy breast, and each time he squeezed it in his sleep, a hard nipple dug into his palm, and his mother pressed her bottoms into his crotch as she murmured happily.

The next day, Paul woke up to his mother bringing him breakfast into his bed. She was still wearing just the panties and bra she slept in, making her look like a porn flick’s MILF maid.

“Thanks mom!” His automatic reaction brought a satisfied smile to Natalie’s face as it flushed.

“You’re welcome!” She left and Paul heard her walking downstairs to the kitchen and then back up. She passed the door into his bedroom, and he heard her entering his sister’s bedroom. Worried about his sister’s conditioning working, Paul left his breakfast and joined his mother there. Thankfully, his sister was already awake, and didn’t seem to experience any side effects from the drug.

“Morning, Kate!” said Natalie brightly. “I brought you some breakfast!” At first, Kate looked surprised, and then her face relaxed and she nodded as the “normalcy” of the situation must have set in. Natalie set the breakfast on a nightstand next to Kate and sat on her bed. “Would you like anything else?”

“Yeah, a back rub!” said Kate sarcastically, still somewhat surprised by her mother’s actions.

Her sarcasm was completely lost on Natalie. “Of course, dear!” Natalie immediately proceeded with the back rub as Kate ate her breakfast.

“Mmm, that feels so good, mom,” as Kate moaned in appreciation, and it was clear this was affecting her mother, as the top of her breasts flushed with excitement. “Please don’t stop, right there,” continued Kate. Natalie was breathing heavily as her fingers dug deeper into her daughter’s back.

Soon, Kate abandoned her plate and just laid face down on her bed as Natalie proceeded with what was gradually turning into a sensuous massage. She straddled her daughter’s back and continued working her fingers into her shoulders and waist. As Kate continued to make appreciative noises, Natalie started to slowly grind her pelvis into Kate’s ass. Her breathing quickened and soon her eyes got a glassy, distant look.

Paul felt very conflicted about the scene unfolding in front of him — on one hand, this was a scene he couldn’t imagine in a wet dream, on the other hand, seeing his mother’s blissful face, smelling her excitement, hearing her heavy, almost moaning breathing was something he never expected or wanted to experience. Still, he stood and watched, mesmerized by the scene unfolding before him.

Some time later, Kate, who has been so far oblivious to her mother’s reaction, thought it was time to get out of bed and start preparing for school. “Thanks mom, I really love it, but I have to go now,” she said raising to push her mother up.

Natalie didn’t seem to hear daughter as her hands went lower and lower on Kate’s back, and soon were going at her ass and between Natalie’s thighs. A few moments later, Natalie’s eyes closed, her back arched, and her mouth opened in a strangled moan as her body shook. Paul noticed a huge wet spot rapidly soaking through her panties.

Kate raised her head, half turned to her mother, and shot her a quizzical look. “What the? ... Eew, is that...” she trailed off, and her face relaxed again. Paul realized her new conditioning took hold and Kate now thought it was completely normal to have her mother cream herself while massaging her child. At Kate’s prompt, Natalie raised slightly and allowed her to turn around, so that Natalie was straddling her daughter’s front instead of her back.