Lilith's hangover

Lilith groaned as she awoke to a pounding headache. It had been quite a few years since she had last had a hangover and this was way worse than any she remembered. Even the act of thinking was almost too much of a strain. She must have drank way too much last night. She couldn’t remember anything of her discussion with John. Thankfully she'd planned for this possibility when she'd decided to record notes of it. She'd have those to check out when her hangover cleared up. She didn’t have anything else planned out to do today, so for now she had plenty of time to recover.

With a **** sigh, she rolled off the bed and staggered to her feet. As much as she wanted to drift back to sleep, she unfortunately needed to take a shower with John before he went off to school. She grabbed an aspirin on the way out of her room and swallowed it dry. It wasn’t until she was in the corridor that she noticed she was naked. There was no point to rummaging around for clothes though. John was about to see her naked anyway and she doubted it would bother Claire to see her in the nude. Honestly, there was no point in wearing clothes at all when it was just the three of them in the house.

Lilith pushed open the door to the siblings’ room. This time around they weren’t sharing a sleeping bag, as Claire was sleeping comfortably on John's bed. She smiled at how thoughtful her son had become then bent down to shake him awake. John groggily opened his eyes to look at her before they shot wide open at seeing her voluptuous mounds hanging down right in front of his face. “C’mon sleepyhead. Time for my shower.” She didn’t wait for a response before she staggered towards the bathroom. She just wanted it over with so she could go back to bed. She felt his gaze glued to her ass as she left the room.

Minutes later she was basking in the warmth of the shower, though it did little to make her feel better. She really didn’t feel like going through the effort of putting on a show for John. Her body was just not up for those kinds of complex motion. Another idea struck her and she grabbed a couple of sleeping pills from her dresser. “Hey honey. Why don’t you wash mommy like you did yesterday?” She didn’t need to be awake for the whole thing if John could put in the work for her.

“Um, is that really alright?”

“Why not? We've done it before already, right? You won’t want to see my body if it becomes a chore for you. Please, son. I just need a little shut-eye. Do it for mommy.” A week ago she would never have expected to be pleading for her son to scrub her naked body, but this wasn't the time to dwell on how things had changed. With a great weariness she set the shower to a low flow tilted towards the wall, sat down on the floor of the tub and laid back against the side. “C’mon honey. I’m just going to have a little rest here. Do what you need to.” She stifled a yawn as she closed her eyes and relented to the tides of sleep gently tugging her away.

John

John remembered little of last night. He faintly remembered starting to watch porn with his mom the night before, and fumbling to clean himself up when Claire came home early that morning, but nothing in between . Clearly they had drank a lot though as his mother seemed barely functional right now and his head was buzzing too. Things were a little different to their previous morning sessions, but he still had to play along or he would never make any progress with his condition.

John regarded the erotic vision that lay out before him. This was John's third time seeing Lilith like this, but no matter how many times he saw this woman naked, he always grew instantly aroused at the sight of her shapely body. In all his life John had never seen another one that compared to it, save for the girl who had inherited her genes. It was a body ripped from John's raunchiest wet dreams and his libido didn’t care that it belonged to his own mother.

The doctor had said his only course of action to fix this unnatural attraction was to over-saturate himself with her body until his libido grew bored of it. He had to do whatever it took to supress his guilt and enjoy their intimacy. He didn't want these moments to tarnish his view of his mother though, and so, he was training himself to think of Lilith as two different people; the loving mother he'd always known, and the woman in the shower. Her clothes were the switch. Once those came off, he **** himself not to think of Lilith as the woman that loved and nurtured him, but as some slutty fuck doll who existed to bring him sexual pleasure. Slowly but surely, it was becoming second nature for him to dissociate the two in his mind. As long as the boundaries weren’t pushed too far, he could maintain that illusion.

John undressed and stepped into the tub. If he was going to be responsible for washing Lilith today, then he figured he aught to be thorough and systematic. Starting at the bottom, he lathered up his hands and gently massaged the soles of her feet. She twitched a little from his touch but didn’t say anything. He glanced up to see she had her eyes shut. She must have still been really tired when she came to get him. He continued on scrubbing every surface on his way up her legs. They were long, smooth and hairless, making it pleasant to brush his hand along the entire length. As he got further along, he had to straddle her body to reach the parts further away from him.

As he reached the top of her thighs, he hesitated. Even though she had invited him to touch her anywhere, he felt it would be inappropriate to wash between her legs. He scrubbed the area around her crotch and noticed her reacting in sleepy arousal. He didn’t want to go too far with this. He was already growing very horny himself and knew he might lose control like many times before. Instead, he tried to reach underneath to scrub her ass but this proved to be quite difficult.

“Oh, sorry…” Lilith murmured dreamily, seemingly still awake. She arched her back forward to give him access. It looked to be quite difficult to do in the slippery tub but she managed to hold herself stable. In doing so, her crotch was now pointed straight at John and he had an unblocked view of her vulva. He tried to ignore it and rose to his knees to reach her ass around her legs. Doing so brought his own erect cock close to her lap. He imagined how easy it would be to pull her on to him and go all the way. In her state, she probably wouldn’t resist. She would never blame him either, but rather herself for allowing it. There would be no repercussions for him.

John shuddered at harbouring such a dark thought. He was becoming too horny. It didn’t help he was massaging her ass cheeks at the same time. He finished off as quick as he could and motioned to her that she could lie back down. As she did, he lifted his knees over her legs, bringing them down past her hips so she was laid between his legs. Her crotch now lay out of sight inches below his own. As he found a comfortable purchase, she idly brought one hand down to play with her pussy. “Mmm. Thanks, Hun. Remember to stroke it…” She said, gazing dreamily at his cock before her eyelids fell shut again.

As he straddled her to work on her waist, he realised how awkward it would be to pull away to masturbate. He was so horny, he decided to venture a question. “Mom, is it okay if I cum on you?”

“Mmm, do whatever you need to honey…” John noted how agreeable and compliant she was in her sleepy, hungover state. Still, he needed two hands to wash her properly so he would have to wait until he was done to masturbate. Finally, John was at the part he had been longing for. No matter how many times he held his mother’s breasts, they never failed to leave him in awe. It saddened him to know that he would never find a partner with tits as incredible as these. Part of him didn’t want to be cured of his **** obsession just so he would never go a day without enjoying the sight of them.

Without further restraint, he started greedily mauling at her boobs, thoroughly scouring every inch of their surface. A moan escaped his mother’s lips at his rough treatment of them. By now he knew just how she liked them handled and he had no reservations about letting her enjoy this. As he firmly frisked her enormous rack, he noticed the arm between her legs build in pace. “Mm, so nice” she moaned shamelessly. In the throws of her fantasy, she slipped down on the tub to be lying flat on her back. John would spend all day at this if he could but he knew he had to get ready for school soon so he reluctantly proceeded onward, much to Lilith’s dismay.

He took a squirt of the nearest hair product he could reach and leaned in to finish on her hair. He wasn’t entirely sure how women cleaned their hair but he felt he had to try just to say it was done. As he leaned in, his cock lay flat along her chest in the space between where her boobs fell apart, just inches from her face. As he began to massage her scalp, her body shifted under him. She lifted both her knees and moved both of her arms between her legs. Her arms in turn pushed her tits together, and they both collapsed inward to engulf John’s dick.

“Uh, mom. Your boobs are kinda…” She didn’t respond. At this point she was barely conscious, locked in the depths of her daydream as she pleasured herself. She didn’t seem aware of what her body was doing. Instead, she heard his voice and spoke almost robotically.

“Mmm, do whatever you need to honey…” John didn’t need any further invitation. Right now he was horny and needed to fuck those glorious tits. It had been at the back of his mind ever since he got that brief taste the other morning as she fell out the shower. Even before that, his apparent obsession with her fat, soapy tits had been the root of this whole situation. It wasn’t real sex so he had nothing to feel guilty about. He was just using a needy, willing slut. He grabbed hold of both breasts and psyched himself up.

“I’m going to fuck your tits” he announced, giving her one last chance to object.

“Fuck my tits…” she parroted back in a sexy dreamlike tone. The words set a fire in John’s loins and he started his first powerful thrust.

“You love it when I ram my cock into your tits!” he declared pridefully. He’d never had the chance to talk dirty like this before, even with his ex. He relished the chance to try it now. His mother’s submissive state made him feel more confident in being authoritative and he found he enjoyed it immensely.

“I love it…” For a second, John thought he saw her blush. It was so hot hearing her parrot his words back. He wondered if his words were influencing her half-conscious fantasy and the idea turned him on. It felt so erotic to make her dream of begging him to fuck her tits even as he did so in reality.

“Tell me you need it!” he demanded of her. Rubbing his cock between fat jugs like these had always been one of John's biggest fantasies. The water made for poor lubricant however, and the feeling wasn't quite meeting his expectations. He needed a little bit extra to spice it up, and hearing his mom repeating his dirty words was really doing it for him.

“Need it…”

“What do you need?” Her tits jiggled with each thrust within his slippery grasp. Even his harsh treatment of her boobs didn’t rouse her from her stupor.

“Fuck my tits…” Her lips curled up in a slight smile as though pleasantly dreaming.

“That’s right.” He imagined her desperately begging him to use her tits. The thought of dominating her made him hornier. “You need it so bad. You need me to fuck your fat tits. Every day. Every night. You need it more than sleep itself. Your tits belong to me. I can squeeze them and fuck them any time I want. You're nothing but a fuck doll. You are my slut, and my cock is the most important thing in your world.” Degrading his mother felt so exhilarating, but not as much as hearing her **** herself. “Say it!”

“Need it bad… fuck my fat tits… every day… every night. Need it more than sleep… Tits belong to you... Squeeze them... Fuck them. Nothing but a fuck doll... Your slut. Your cock… most important.” It was slow going, waiting for her to get the words out and John had to guide her through it but it was worth it to hear it in a woman’s voice. He imagined the words influencing her to dream of being his duty-bound sex ****, eager to serve him with her body.

“Say it again!”

“Need it so bad… fuck my fat tits-” She was much faster this time, having the words already in her head. John couldn’t believe how hot he found he found those words. He wished he could record them and hear his mom profess a need for his cock every time he jacked off, but there was no way he could pull away from her bosom's embrace even for a second.

He made her continue to repeat the words back to him over and over. Every time she echoed it with a more certain and sultry croon to her voice. All the while he was pushing his hips back and forth into her chest. By the sixth time, he had her repeating the whole thing without guidance.

"I need it so bad... Need you to fuck my fat tits... Every day and every night... I need it more than sleep... My tits are all yours... Squeeze them, fuck them any time you want... I'm nothing but your fuck doll... I'm your slut. Your cock is the most important thing in the world..."

Despite the water damping the sensation, his mom's degrading chant more than made up for it. He couldn’t be as rough as he would have liked, but this was still his first time fucking tits he could actually see and his excitement was evident. He could already feel the familiar build-up inside of him.

“I’m going to cum on your tits!” he warned her, knowing she wouldn’t care.

“Cum on my tits…” she echoed back sleepily. Needing no further instruction, he pulled himself back and aimed himself down at her. His cum shot out fast, overshooting her bosom to form long streaks down to her face that were soon washed off by the shower stream. He kept going until every last drop was drained out onto her slick skin. Looking down, he admired her wet body one last time.

Now that he had cum, the switch was flipped and the woman in the shower went back to being his mother. He knew he couldn’t leave her like this. She would probably appreciate some assistance in getting back to bed. He switched off the water and grabbed a towel from the laundry to dry her off. Even as he vigorously scrubbed towelled down her whole body, she didn’t stir. Her hand still worked away between her legs as she murmured about needing his cock.

“Mom, lets get you back to bed now.” He softly told her. He helped her up and found that she was able to support herself with his assistance, though she seemed unaware of anything happening around her. John carted her off to her room in an effort that seemed all too familiar. He laid his down on her bed, before covering her up. Even now she chanted about needing her tits fucked, and her hands worked their way down to her crotch under the covers. John felt guilty about making her say all that, but knew it would die down when she fell into a deeper sleep. Leaving her to rest, he returned to the bathroom. It was time to get ready for school.

Claire

Claire woke up to some unusual sensations. As her senses returned to her, the first thing she noticed was the smell. Her groggy mind instantly went back to the scene she had walked in on the night before. The second thing she noticed was that her cheek felt a little damp. Her eyes shot open to confirm what she thought. In her sleep she had rolled over right into a pool of her brother’s fluids.

“Eww.” She cried as she shot up from the bed. Her hand ran up to her face to confirm it and sure enough the side of her head was pasted in a thin sticky film. Most of it had been absorbed into the bedsheets overnight but she clearly had her brother’s spunk on her face. Thankfully her brother wasn’t around to see this or it would have all been for nothing. She heard the shower running and figured he was getting ready for school. She rushed downstairs to clean herself off in the kitchen sink before anyone could see her like this.