If you have the time, please read part one of this story first. It provides the background and context for part two.
My mother and I loved each other in ways that a mother and son never should. The sudden death of my father had revealed him to be a bigamist. Madeline, the other woman he had 'married,' and my mother, formed an unexpectedly close friendship, and recovered from the shock by consoling each other; mostly whilst they were in bed together. At the same time, the relationship between my mother and I had shifted inexorably toward an incestuous sexual union. She teased, tormented and seduced my willing cock, until I sank it into her warm wet cunt on her forty-eighth birthday; from that moment, we became insatiable lovers.
A happy consequence of my father's bigamy was the discovery that I had a half-sister, Lauren. Not content with taking my mother for my incestuous lover, I had all but committed incest with Lauren as well. Apparently, In many cases where adult siblings meet for the first time, obsessive emotions come to the fore; sometimes, they are sexual, as it soon proved to be the case with Lauren and me. I'd met her once before, very briefly, at our father's funeral, and she'd gone back to university in Aberdeen the following day. Aberdeen is ten hours away by road or rail; too far for us to be able to get together in person.
In the absence of an opportunity to meet face to face, we'd agreed to get to know each other by video call until we could get together at Christmas, when she would return home for the holidays. As it turned out, our video calls soon descended into mutual masturbation sessions; sustained by the fantasy of me fucking my mother while Lauren watched.
Indeed, Lauren had watched our fantasy become reality by video; she had even struck up her own long-distance, erotic affinity with my mother, Rebecca. Things had moved very quickly in the last couple of weeks.
My mother had taken charge of my dating arrangements and had organised my sex life for me in the lead-up to Christmas. It promised to be an intensely incestuous few days, but I was more than willing to comply with her erotic schedule of events.
On Wednesday, we would go out for a date together as lovers; on Thursday, she had arranged for me to fuck my sister while she watched us; on Friday, she would go on a date with Lauren whilst I dated Madeline. On Sunday, Christmas Eve, my mother would be in her Christmas stockings; we would go to a local pub where we would endeavour to keep our hands off each other until we got home.
Madeline and Lauren would be with their extended family on Christmas Day, and then they'd be visiting Madeline's mother in Ireland from the 26th to the 30th of December. So, the four of us would get together to see in the New Year; the arrangements were left to Madeline.
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My relationship with my mother had changed immeasurably; that much was obvious. We were lovers; we shared her former marital bed, but I couldn't help noticing that she was starting to exert her power of parental authority over me. Some of the time it still felt as though we were equals, but, more often, it was clear that she saw herself as the dominant partner in our incestuous relationship; I liked the idea very much.
There was something deliciously kinky about submitting to my gorgeous, tight-skirted, high-heeled mother. The thought of her taking charge of my cock, and using me for her pleasure, turned me on immensely. Her dominance wasn't overt; she didn't dress in tight latex and carry a whip; it was much more subtle and erotic. It was a tone of voice, a posture, or a look that brooked no defiance. She was slowly reasserting herself over me; in such a way that I felt subordinate to her and was only too ready to obey her. She could switch between the two roles in an instant; one moment she was my equal, and the next, she was my 'Mother Superior.'
On the evening before our first official date together, she had come home late from work. She wasn't very hungry, so I made her a sandwich and a cup of tea. I'd already changed into jeans and a T-shirt, but, perhaps because it was quite late, she didn't bother to change. She sat in her large armchair, in her tight pin-striped skirt and high heels, reading a story on the 'Literotica' website.
As she periodically moved her hand to scroll down the text, she allowed her thumb to graze one of her nipples through the material of her semi-translucent blouse. The TV was on, with the volume turned down low, but I wasn't watching it; I was watching her, and she knew it. I could tell whenever she got to an arousing part of the story, her lips parted slightly, and she rested her hand between her breasts while she played with her necklace. She crossed and uncrossed her legs; it was as though she was trying to squeeze her pussy between her thighs and her pelvic floor muscles.
Each time she recrossed her legs, her skirt rode up a little more until I could see her stocking welt pulled taut by a straining suspender strap. Just as she had intended, I was turned on by her performance; my fully engorged cock was pushing against my tight jeans, and I ran my thumbnail along its length several times, very slowly.
The sensation was intense; arousal pulsed along my hard shaft, my glans spasmed several times; I could feel my balls tighten, several drops of come oozed out and left a wet patch on the denim material. I wasn't wearing briefs, I'd left them off earlier when I'd changed because I thought it might turn my mother on when she unbuttoned her son's fly and reached for his hard cock.
Her eyes must have been tired because she was wearing her reading glasses. She looked like a stern librarian as she glanced over the top of the frames and spoke to me.
"What have I told you about playing with yourself without my permission?"
She'd set the tone for the evening with one short sentence; I trembled with delight as I took on the submissive role she had assigned me.
"I'm sorry Mother, I promise I won't do it again."
"It's too late young man, you've come in your pants."
"Only a little."
"Well you'll be no good to your mother with empty balls and a limp dick; make sure that you leave yourself alone from now on. Sit on your hands and don't move until I finish this story. Go on, do as you're told; I'll be keeping an eye on you."
"Yes, Mother."
I wanted desperately to masturbate and finish myself off; my balls were aching and my cock kept on twitching. As I watched my devastatingly sexy mother teasing me while she read her story, I thought I might come spontaneously. She'd made no secret of how turned on she was; she emitted soft little groans of pleasure, and squeezed her nipples between a thumb and finger, as she read the best bits.
Her tight skirt had ridden right up; as she reached a particularly erotic part of the story, she gasped, hurriedly put her iPad down, and pulled her straining hemline up over her thighs as far it would go. Then she reached between her legs and stroked the silken gusset of the panties that I would be wearing during our date the next evening. She picked up the iPad and continued reading while she pressed her panty gusset into the moist cleft between her labia.
"I'm still watching you young man," she said in a tremulous voice, "don't think that you can disobey me."
I sat on my hands with my cock throbbing against taut, damp denim and watched my mother masturbate slowly as she continued to read. She looked incredible with her stocking tops and suspenders on show; and her shapely legs still set off by flattering high heels.
Her silken panty gusset was saturated with pussy juice; her breathing became rapid and shallow as her breasts rose and fell. As the story ended she breathed out, "Oh fuck," snapped the iPad shut, dropped it onto the seat next to her and pulled her wet panty gusset to one side with her left hand. With her right hand, she pushed three fingers into her clenching cunt and massaged her erect little bud with her thumb. Her head fell back against the chair, her back arched and she fingered herself rhythmically to the onset of orgasm.
