Chapter 3

Paul hesitated. Ms. Rogers was the mother of the girl he liked a lot and dreamed of spending the rest of his life with. He knew Ms. Rogers ever since he was a kid, she babysat him and cared for him when his mother had to work and he was ill. It wasn’t right to take advantage of her, much less do something that could potentially wrap her into a mindless slave. Changing his mind, Paul just left the Rogers house.

By the time Paul got home, it was late enough for both his mom and sister to be there already. He found them on the living room’s sofa — his mother was sitting on top of Kate giving her another back rub. They seemed to have started a while ago, but since receiving a back rub from her mother was now the norm for Kate, she was much less vocal about her appreciation, allowing Natalie to actually finish it without wetting herself all over her daughter. Paul even thought, for a moment, that their life was back to almost normal, but Natalie was having none of that.

Casually waving hello to Paul, she asked Kate to turn face up. Natalie continued with her massage, starting at Kate’s neck, shoulders, arms, and finally getting to her daughter’s breasts. As she got to her daughter’s chest, Kate fidgeted and her eyes widened in surprise, but then she relaxed and slowly closed her eyes as her conditioned acceptance settled in.

“Oh, that feels so nice, mom!”

“My dear, it will feel even nicer if you remove your top and bra.” Natalie was clearly enjoying this as much as her daughter.

Kate quickly removed her top and bra. At Natalie’s prompt, she also wiggled out of the sports pants she was wearing but kept her panties on. Sighing contentedly, Natalie proceeded to knead her daughter’s breasts, teasing and tugging at her nipples. Kate moaned appreciatively, arching her back to push her breasts into her mother’s palms. Encouraged, Natalie bent over and showered her daughter with kisses. First, she gently kissed Kate’s neck, then she gradually shifted to kissing her breasts, moving a teasing tongue around her areolas. As Kate’s moaning intensified, Natalie started moving lower. Paul watched, stunned, with equal parts disgust, fascination, and excitement, as his mother moved her mouth from his sister’s abdomen to inner thighs. Finally, Natalie moved her daughter’s panties to the side and started licking at Kate’s labia.

“Oh, oh, right there, don’t stop, uuungh!” Kate’s back arched as she pressed her crotch against her mother’s tongue. At this exclamation, Natalie couldn’t hold back any further, and joined her daughter’s orgasmic cries.

Paul slowly turned and left for his room. His mind was in a turmoil, his stomach turning. But even more sickening he found the effect it had on him. He had a painful erection, his pants were soaked with his precum, and he thought he would explode if he didn’t get a release soon. As he laid on his bed miserably, the door to his room opened and Natalie came in. She has changed into a loose, short robe and as she moved, glimpses of bare flesh told him she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She approached his bed and bent over, kissing him. He could see her naked breasts as her robe fell partially open, and her face smelled of Kate’s juices.

Natalie nodded at the tent in his shorts. “Would you like me to take care of that?” It seemed she was confident she found the best way to earn her children’s appreciation and love. She immediately slid to her knees and gave his clothed, straining penis a long, sensuous lick. Paul came here and then, soiling his pants into a sticky mess.

“No, mom, stop! Please, just leave!” He cried out. Natalie grinned, stood up, slowly retightened her robe’s belt, deliberately opening it and showing off her magnificent naked body. Before she closed it again, Paul couldn’t help but notice her exposed, glistening labia, and how erect her nipples have become.

“Anything you like dear. Anything!” Paul shivered at how she emphasized “anything”. Natalie gave him another satisfied smile and left.

Paul took a long shower before going to bed. As he laid trying to to fall asleep, he exasperatedly looked for ideas on what to do about his situation. If it continued for much longer, he’d either go mad with lust from holding himself back or go mad with guilt if he violated his mother. As he finally drifted to sleep, he thought he could hear a duo of womanly moans coming from his sister’s room.

Paul was having a dream. In his dream, he came to visit Wendy, but was instead greeted by Ms. Rogers. She invited him in and immediately fell to her knees in front of him, unzipped his pants, and started fellating him.

“Uh, Ms Rogers, what are you doing?” Paul struggled to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head. It felt exquisite! “Please slow down, or I will wake up!”

In his dream, Ms. Rogers just smirked and picked up the pace at which she bobbed her head on his member. Paul felt his orgasm approaching, and just as he feared, he began waking up. To his surprise, the wonderful sensation at his crotch didn’t go anywhere, and soon he was bucking his hips, spurting, as a woman’s head stayed with him, sucking, swallowing his load.

“Aaah, Ms. Rogers!” In his half-awake state Paul didn’t really understand where he was or what was happening. After the best orgasm of his life subsided (he was still a virgin and this was miles ahead of anything he felt when he masturbated), the woman raised her head, revealing his sister’s face.

“What? ... Kate, what are you doing?” Paul jerked to sit up, pulling a blanket to cover his penis. He noticed his trousers were bunched down.

“Oh, relax bro, I just noticed that you really needed to get off!” Apparently Kate’s new normal was to perform oral sex on family members, and her new world view, there was nothing wrong or special about that. “But what was that about Ms. Rogers? Eww, that’s sick, are you some kind of a weirdo?” Ironically, having a wet dream about a neighbor’s hot mother wasn’t OK in her books, even as she wiped the remainder of his cum from her lips — parts of her moral compass that weren’t affected by her conditioned acceptance of her mother’s behavior were still intact.

Paul felt utterly disgusted with himself. Fighting to keep his voice calm, he asked his sister to leave, and curled up in his bed in despair. It seemed there was no way out, and he was doomed to descent down a spiral of having sex with his family members.

The next day was Saturday. Having rejected his mother’s and sister’s offers to take care of his morning wood, Paul spent the first half of the day locked up in his room. He could hear his mother and sister going at each other downstairs — they seemed to get louder and more intense with each time, as their inhibitions went down further.

Around lunch time, the doorbell rang — Wendy was coming to study together with him. Paul got himself dressed and went to greet her. He passed his naked sister who was sitting on the sofa watching TV and eating a snack while their equally naked mother lapped away at her clit, and proceeded to open the door, hoping Wendy’s conditioning to ignore anything out of place would work. He let Wendy in, and Kate casually waved hello while using her other hand to press her mother’s head into her crotch. Her hips slowly rolled against Natalie’s tongue.

“Hello Paul, Kate, Ms. Jamison,” to Paul’s relief, Wendy’s face remained totally calm. Without commenting any further, Wendy followed him into his room, where they had set up a work desk. They used it to do homework together ever since elementary school. Soon, Paul’s mind had a welcome distraction as he attacked complex math problems for their next test, and he didn’t notice as a few hours passed by.

Some time later, Natalie knocked on Paul’s door and brought in some food. She was wearing the same loose, short robe as the day before, but at least she wasn’t completely nude.

“Enjoy!” said Natalie, clearly feeling good about serving them. Paul realized her conditioning probably made her “take care” of everyone in their house, not just family members.

“Would you like anything else?” asked Natalie looking directly at Wendy. She put such an emphasis on “anything” that Paul’s heart sank.

“No thanks Ms. Jamison,” Wendy completely ignored Natalie’s innuendo.

“Are you sure? I’d like to take care of you.” To Paul’s horror, Natalie proceeded to grab Wendy’s breast as his friend still sat behind the work desk. Natalie pushed her hand through the top of Wendy’s shirt and started petting her breast under her clothes.

Wendy ... did nothing. She just turned to Paul, smiled, and went to the next problem. Encouraged by the lack of resistance, Natalie unbuttoned Wendy’s shirt, removed her bra, and used both hands to go at her nipples. Paul heard Wendy’s breath quickening. Apparently even though her conscious mind ignored it, her body still reacted to Natalie’s stimulation. Natalie kept massaging and tweaking Wendy’s breasts for a while before letting go and crawling under the desk. Settling herself between Wendy’s parted legs, she used both her hands to pull Wendy’s panties from under her skirt, which Wendy didn’t resist and even helped by raising her hips a little. Natalie then stuck her head under Wendy’s skirt, and Paul heard her lapping.