Eating Out

The family was sitting together at a corner booth in the restaurant. Max had his arms around Chelsea and Brenda's waists with a tit in each hand; a position that had become one of his favourites. Chelsea had changed out of her dress for dinner, and into red tank top, and black skirt, and was was idly flipping through the menu, while Brenda, clad in bra and panties as per Max's earlier instructions, was leaning into his neck and breathing heavily. Libby was next to Brenda and was having a fun time fondling her older sister's thigh to see how many different ways she could make her squeak. Justin was at the end of the bench sharing his menu with Libby.

Justin brushed his hair out of his eyes and said, "Max, I know you can't keep your hands off a big pair of tits, but was Hooters really the best option for a family night out?"

"Hey, compared to JuggFuckers this place is fine dining."

Justin had to admit his older brother had a point. The waitresses weren't getting plowed over pool tables, they were busty Beta women cheerfully waiting tables. One server came to their booth. Her name tag said "Melissa". It looked ready to pop off along with the top it was clinging to. Her nipples were poking through, and were circled by the two O's of her Hooters branded t-shirt. She had long blonde hair, a hot orange pair of short shorts, and tanned legs that went on for days.

"Hey, guys! Family celebration tonight?"

Max was staring at her tits. He wasn't even trying to hide it when he replied.

"Uh, yeah. Totally. We moved here from outside the Zone a little while ago. It's been great."

Melissa looked between Max's gawking and Chelsea's polite motherly smile.

"I'm sure it has, big boy... So, what'll it be, guys?"

Max immediately spoke first, "I'll have a steak, well done." Melissa grimaced slightly at his choice but noted it down. He was the Alpha after all. Max looked at Chelsea and Brenda, whom he was still squeezing like a pair of stress toys. "Chelsea? What'll you have?"

"Well, son, I'd like a cheeseburger with aioli and a garden salad please."

It amused Max to see his mother still try and prop up the family boundaries that he was steadily dismantling. He looked to Brenda for her order but she was panting and shivering against his neck. Her siblings' hands were overloading her senses.

"My sis here is a little distracted so we'll get her the burrito special."

"Excellent choice, sir. And what would you lovely ladies like?" asked Melissa, looking at Libby and Justin at the end.

Justin gave her a polite smile. "I'm actually his brother."

The waitress put a hand to her mouth. "Oh! I'm sorry! I just thought..." She looked back to Max.

"Haha, no no. He's not my bitch or anything. We just have an understanding."

"Sure, sure... Alright then. What'll it be?"

Libby ordered some grilled fish - "lots of lean protein," she said. Justin splurged on baby back ribs, since his mods meant he was free to eat whatever he wanted.

By the time Melissa came back with the food Max had taken his hands off his relatives. He struck up a conversation with her as she served up the plates. "Hey, how about you sit on my lap and I have some fun with your hooters while I eat?"

"Haha, sure," she said and scooted into his lap. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts up, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Just so you know, it's a dollar a minute for special service like this."

"Yeah, whatever." Max latched onto her firm mounds. "Hey, cut up my steak and feed it to me."

"Yes, sir!"

Max felt like a king, but his mother had her arms crossed.