I'm Goin' Down: Part 2

Chapter 4

Susan turned back around and moved to the stove to tend to the food. It wasn't actually burned, but it was a good excuse for her to get away. Her whole body was shaking with excitement and shame.

Suzanne was secretly amused. Partly it was the sight of her friend attempting to act serious even as she stood there while trying to cook in the nude.

Suzanne was also amused at her own chutzpah in stepping towards them and attempting to join in. Oops. I tried too much there. Maybe I'll have better luck next time. It was a bit bold to even interrupt their privacy, but it was worth it just to see the look on her face. I'm such a terribly naughty meanie these days, hee-hee-hee. I just have to keep it up, so that eventually Susan and I will be able to trade off stroking and sucking, and she won't even blink an eye about it.

Since Alan's erection was still hanging out of his pants, Suzanne took another step forward and held it in her hands. "Look at this, Susan. Our Sweetie here is still hard. Are you just going to ignore this and leave him suffering? Isn't this why he was getting your attention? Should I take over if you're too busy with the food?"

Susan turned around with another look of total shock and dismay. She'd expected that Alan would have tucked his hard-on away, but now she saw that Suzanne's hand was sliding up and down his slippery rod. "Let me take care of that!"

He spoke up. "That's okay, Aunt Suzy. Thanks for the offer, but Mom's right. It's time for dinner. Anyways, I've already cum eight times today and I could honestly use a break." Actually he hadn't meant to have things go this far - he'd originally rubbed his mother's ass just to allow Suzanne to leave unnoticed, which turned out to be a moot point, anyway.

Suzanne said as she kept on stroking, "Eight times?! Holy cow."

Susan turned around again to stare at Alan. She had to put a hand over her mouth to hide how widely it was hanging open in surprise.

He said, "I know. And the day's not even over."

"Wow. That's impressive." Suzanne was stalling for time with small talk while she kept stroking. But after nearly another minute of gently jacking him off, she looked up at an increasingly peeved Susan and **** herself to ask, "Are you sure I should stop, Sweetie?"

"He's sure!" Susan answered for him.

Alan agreed. "Yep. I'm sure."

"You positive? Because I would hate to leave you hanging. So to speak." Suzanne smiled now at her increasingly obvious attempt to draw things out even more, so she could continue to fondle and stroke his cock.

He smiled too. He thought, I know Mom's not pleased, but what was she thinking, just stopping right in the middle of something like that? Frankly, this feels far too good to give up. Is nine times today doable?!

After another long pause, he looked at Susan, who had now placed her hands defiantly on her hips, and said to Suzanne, "Well, if you insist, you can do that for another minute or two until dinner is on the table. But please make sure I don't cum again. I don't think my dick will be happy tomorrow if I do."

He cupped his hands and yelled loudly, "KATHERINE! COME! I WANT YOU TO GO DOWN! THERE'S SOMETHING HERE FOR YOU TO EAT!" Suzanne and Alan chuckled, but his strange wording flew over his mother's head.

Susan asked him plaintively, "Can I please put my clothes back on? I need the apron at least, for cooking the food."

"Well, okay. The apron."

Susan quickly picked up the apron and put it back on, fearing he might change his mind.

With that accomplished, she looked back at Suzanne and her stroking hand. "Now, Suzanne, Angel is going to be down here soon, and I really must insist that you..."

With perfect timing, Katherine came bounding into the room, looking fresh and dressed for dinner. It had taken less than a minute for her to get there. "Hey, everybody! What's up!" She was in a great mood after what she and Suzanne had done together.

Susan closed her eyes in frustration and muttered, "Oh no!" Then she **** herself to deal with it, opening her eyes and turning around from the stove to greet her daughter. She saw Suzanne still jacking off Alan's prick. That wasn't much of a surprise, but the fact that Suzanne was now topless certainly was. She'd been wearing her blouse not half a minute earlier (although it was wide open in front). "Suzanne!" she griped. "Your blouse. What happened to your blouse? I thought you were trying to keep it on, at least!"

As Katherine walked into the kitchen, she took stock of the situation, then quipped, "Hi Mom. It probably went the same way that all your clothes did."

Susan reached around and felt her ass. She remembered to her dismay that she was only wearing the apron, so her ass was still completely uncovered and now three people were staring at it. She quickly turned around, because her apron at least served to cover her pussy and, slightly, her nipples, although it left most of the rest of her big tits exposed. She complained, "Come on, people. Look at how we're dressed. Look at what Suzanne is doing to Tiger. We can't let this place descend into a house of debauchery and sin!"

The others all covertly made faces or rolled their eyes at that.

Suzanne answered, "Susan, you don't expect me to jack him off with all my clothes on, do you? That's so not-visually-stimulating for the poor guy." She got down on her knees and put her face close to Alan's cockhead. "And what about this guy down here. We have to think of his needs." She technically wasn't blowing him, but her mouth was so close to the tip of his dick that her every breath stimulated it even further.

Susan was now increasingly irked, both at herself and at everyone else. She felt like she'd been made a fool of. "Suzanne. Please! Don't you dare start sucking him! I'm trying to maintain some order around here. And there are more important things in the universe than stimulating him, believe it or not."

"Such as?" Katherine asked.

Susan was briefly stumped, but then said with irritation, "Eating dinner, for one! As a matter of fact, I'm putting my foot down. Please stop that right now! Alan, it's time for dinner. It's time to get seated at the dinner table. You too, Katherine."

Alan was greatly enjoying the whole situation. Getting blown or sucked had become such a common thing for him that he felt completely relaxed about it. He stood in a casual pose with his hands in his pockets while Suzanne had one leg snaked between his and her breasts pressed into his pants-covered thighs.

Suzanne was letting her tongue flick around his cockhead a little bit, but only when she was sure that Susan's view was obstructed.

Susan couldn't see that from where she was standing, because Suzanne carefully positioned her head and her wavy hair to block the view.

But Katherine could. Inspired, she said, "Well, I know one thing: I'm overdressed!" She started to remove her clothes, first taking off her blouse.

However, Susan pleaded, "Angel, please! I'm trying to maintain some decorum, but everything is getting out of hand! Can't you be good, for me?"

Katherine replied, "There are different ways to define good. Tell you what. I won't unbutton my blouse all the way. How's that?"

"I suppose that'll do. Remember we're about to have dinner."

Life was really good for Alan. It seemed that the only limit to his fun was how much his dick could take. At that point he was certainly testing the very limits of just how much stimulation one man could stand.

Suzanne's blouse hung wrapped around her stomach. She finally let go of Alan's rod and pulled her blouse back up, re-buttoning it, all in response to Susan's continued unhappy muttering. "Susan, you're miffed, I can tell. Sorry. I'm really not trying to be flippant, or undermine your authority here. It's just that, well, thinking about Sweetie's thick cock makes me want to do crazy things. Of course I want to tear off my clothes and suck him to completion. You can understand that, can't you?"

"I sure can!" Katherine giddily interrupted. "What did I miss here, by the way?" She grabbed some plates and silverware and started setting the dining room table.

"Oh, not much," said Susan, glum but a little bit mollified. "Just the usual. Too much talk about sexual things."

She turned to the now-standing Suzanne. Alan stood next to her, but he was finally putting his erection back in his pants. Watching it disappear felt like a tragedy in progress to Susan; it was all she could do not to dart over and stuff it in her mouth instead.

Thus she was very sincere when she said, "I understand where you're coming from, Suzanne. Boy, do I understand! I can't believe I let Tiger do that to my ass, but it just shows how I get carried away too."

"Do what?" Katherine asked.

"Never you mind," Susan said sternly. She continued to Suzanne, "Let's try to respect each other's wishes a bit more and be more discreet in helping him with his treatments, okay? The place for that is not in the middle of the kitchen with Angel and everybody walking around!"

Suzanne nodded. "Yes. Certainly. I'm sorry I interrupted you and then got carried away. And speaking of dinner, I really should be going. My husband and kids must be starving. If my husband knew what was keeping me, he might get a bit angry!" She snickered.

Suzanne held her hand next to her ear as if she was holding a cell phone, then pretended to speak into it, "Hello, Eric dear. I'll be over shortly; don't worry. I meant to have dinner started already but time flies when you're holding throbbing teenage cock in your hands."

She pretended to be listening to her husband's response, then said, "What? You disagree? Well, don't knock it till you try it. You've never felt tempted to rip your blouse open and rub your 38Gs all over Alan's chest while he floods your mouth with his sweet seed? No? Oh, I forgot, you don't have G-cups - more like C-cups."

The others laughed. Eric had gained enough weight in recent years to develop some "man boobs."

Then Suzanne added into her pretend phone, "Don't tell me you don't like the taste of his seed. After all, you've kissed me enough times just minutes after I've blown him."

This time, her comment was greeted with more shock than laughter. She had to point out, "Just kidding, folks, just kidding. Even Eric doesn't deserve that. Besides, I'm pretty sure he's forgotten what kissing is. I've gotta run. I'll see you later."

She rushed to the door and left. As intended, her pretend phone call had at least distracted Susan so that she no longer felt ashamed and irate. But the effect wasn't all good, because, instead, Susan and her children found themselves thinking of Ron and what might happen if he ever found out what was really happening in the Plummer household. That sobered them all, at least for a little while.

Chapter 5

After Susan finished cooking, she left to change out of her apron into something more formal and alluring. Alan knew they'd been pushing her pretty hard, so he gave her permission to wear whatever she wanted, until further notice.

She and her kids sat down at the dinner table; then she said grace. As the three of them held hands, she prayed, "Dear Lord, please give us the strength and wisdom to deal with our ... rather unusual situation. I understand Alan's special needs are important, but they should not so overwhelm our lives. Please give us the grace and peace of mind to help cope with all this ... strangeness. Oh, and look out for Aunt Marcy and give her the strength to heal from her recent fall. Amen."

The two kids muttered "Amen" and released their hands.

Finally Katherine was free to talk, so she asked, "So what's the special occasion, Mom?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're actually wearing clothes!" Katherine laughed at her own joke.

Susan wasn't so pleased. "Very funny," she griped. She nervously twirled a strand of her hair in her fingers, afraid that Alan might not like her rather conservative appearance. She'd been somewhat freaked out by what had happened earlier and wanted to wear something more respectable for dinner, but at the same time she still wanted to arouse her son. Whatever she wore would have a hard time competing with how she'd just been walking around nude, or attired just in an apron.

"Well, I think you look great, Mom," Alan said positively. "You know, sometimes you're just as alluring all dressed up as when you're naked."

"Thank you, Tiger." She was very relieved to hear his compliment.

Susan was wearing a lilac halter-top dress over long white sleeves and a white point collar. It exposed a tremendous amount of cleavage. But compared to what she'd been wearing lately, it seemed conservative, since it didn't have any potential for her nipples or tits to pop out. The fact that this dress was now considered conservative showed how incredibly much things had changed in just a few weeks.

Of course, she wasn't wearing any bra or panties. That Plummer house "tradition" had become so well established lately that it was now more like an iron-clad rule. The feeling of her nipples and her pussy rubbing against the rough fabric helped keep her in an aroused state.

He asked his sister, "What do you think?"

"Oh, I think Mom looks totally steaming hot. Good enough to eat." Katherine lewdly licked her lips. Coming straight from sex with Suzanne, she was very aroused by the prospect of doing the same to her mother, as unrealistic as that might be for the foreseeable future.

Susan could feel the sexual desire radiating from her daughter, so she nervously tried to change the subject. She stood up. "Speaking of good enough to eat, let's go get the food."

Alan said, "Mom, let me help you."

"Don't even think of it." That answer was no surprise. It was a point of pride for Susan to do all the cooking and serving, although she did appreciate help in cleaning up afterwards.

When she came back to the table, Katherine asked her, "So what's all this about your ass, Mom? Why was it hanging out so deliciously naked when I came down, and what did you say Big Brother was doing to it before?"

Susan sighed. "Here we go again. Let's see. How can I explain this?"

Alan helped out. "Sis, I was fondling Mom's bare ass when Aunt Suzy came into the kitchen. But I wasn't violating the no-touching rule. You see, when Mom set that rule, she also made clear some allowable exceptions. For instance, she said that it would be okay if I 'got her attention' when I needed sexual relief. I do that by grabbing her butt and fondling it as long as I like."

Susan looked away and muttered, "I don't know about the 'as long as I like' part." She made an excuse to go back to the kitchen, blushing profusely.

Katherine grumbled quietly. She was feeling jealous about this "new tradition" until she thought about it some more, finally coming up with an idea. Then she enthused, "Oh great! What a great rule! If you want to get my attention, why don't you do something similar? I know! You can stick your finger up my fuck hole. Or really, stick any object of that general size and shape in there. That'll be sure to get my attention, hee-hee."

"Kaaaatheriiiine!" chided Susan from the kitchen. "You know Tiger shouldn't do something like that. Even talking like that is unladylike. It's so very improper! Words like 'fuck hole' - for SHAME! Angel, I thought I raised you better. Why don't you think of something else?"

"Okay," Katherine said, delighted that her mother didn't mind the general concept of having her own special way of getting Alan's attention. "Let's see ... the butt is already taken. We could make it the boobs, but let's face it, mine aren't as big as some other people's around here." She made a frustrated, screwed-up face at that thought.

Then her face lit up. "Oh, I know: my pussy! Not the inside, Mom, don't worry, but the shaved smooth outside. That's something special. He could pet the outside. What do you think, Big Fa- ... Uh, Brother?"

"Sounds fine to me!" He picked up his knife and fork and began to eat. Knowing that Susan would have an issue with him touching his sister's snatch, he clarified, "After all, it would be the general pussy area. Not actually, you know..." He was deliberately vague. "We can't have THAT!"

"What do you think, Mom?" Katherine asked. "Is that an okay signal?"

Susan answered from the kitchen. "Well, Angel, I don't really see why we need these signals in the first place, but I guess since I have one it would be hypocritical of me ... Tiger, do you promise to restrain yourself and go no further than the outside of that ... general area ... with this signal?"

"Yes, I promise. I won't go any further when signaling." He was careful with his words because he thought to himself, However, when not signaling I'm going to keep fucking her silly!

He was rather staggered that his mother had agreed to his sister's bold suggestion, since she normally had such a strict rule against any contact with the pussy area. It so happened that all the playing around in the kitchen had left Susan as hot as an oven, so that her attempt to look and act normal was only a false front. She was feeling very horny and was imagining Alan rubbing her own pussy, so her willpower was particularly low at the moment.

Also, she trusted him completely, since he had never broken a promise, at least as far as she knew.

But he often adhered only to "the letter of the law," and this time he realized he'd found another loophole. He even rationalized that fucking his sister was okay from the fact that his mother had never explicitly forbidden them from fucking each other.

Before Susan could fully process his clarification, Katherine cried, "Goody! Why don't we try it out right now, and see if it works?" She stood up and walked around the table to Alan. She wore a short dress and pulled it up. Of course she wasn't wearing panties, so that left her brother's face inches from her bare pussy.

"Katherine, please! Not at dinner!" Susan complained from the kitchen. "You haven't eaten yet." She hastily walked back to the dining room table with several plates of food. She had outdone herself, preparing a succulent eggplant and spinach lasagne, with quinoa, lettuce and broad bean salad on the side.

"But MooooOOOOOoooom!" Katherine whined.

Alan more cleverly said, "Mom, do you suppose we could try it out for just a minute? I think it would be important to establish just what's acceptable here, while you're nearby, so you can help us clarify some gray areas. Otherwise we won't know how far to go when we're alone."

Susan felt trapped by that compelling logic. She took her seat at the head of the table. "I don't know. It's so improper. I mean, doing something like that in a public room, in front of someone else..."

"But Mom," he persisted, "you were just letting me fondle your ass with Aunt Suzy there. And you blew me in the back yard today in front of two people, even. You did a really great job of it too, by the way."

Susan blushed some more.

Alan thought that both cute and arousing.

As usual, she relented. "Don't remind me of my shameful mistakes ... Okay, okay, fine. You're completely incorrigible. But just to clarify the boundaries. Very briefly! Your food is just sitting there getting cold. I made that lasagne with love."

"Excellent!" Katherine cried. She immediately took off all her clothes. The two of them moved to a love seat near the archway to the living room, but behind Susan's chair.

Susan twisted in her chair to see what was happening. "What do you think you're doing?!" she complained to her daughter. "Your clothes!" She rightly wondered why Katherine had to take her top off just for Alan to touch her bald pussy.

But rather than let Katherine answer, Alan immediately placed his hand on his sister's pussy and asked Susan, "Here's a question: the clitoris. What do you think about my touching the clit? It is on the outside, you know. So isn't that okay?"

Alan rubbed Katherine's clit as he asked this. He used one hand to pull back the hood and rubbed the tip until it stuck out like a little prick, red and swollen. He used his sister's moaning as an excuse to push things even further. "I hope I'm not being too rough; maybe you need a little lubricant." He licked his finger and rubbed her nub even faster now that it was covered with spit.

Susan waffled. "I don't know. I mean, that seems awfully sexual." Her own clit was throbbing as she imagined him playing with it. That dulled her objection.

He asked, "But is it really that different from pinching a nipple after touching a breast?"

"Well, no, but..."

He cut in, and went on before she could think, "Then we're in agreement. But what about the pussy lips? That's a tougher one. I mean, OBVIOUSLY, I wouldn't want to put my finger INSIDE her! But if I put my finger right here, along Sis's slit, I'm still on the outside. And I could kind of press down, like this."

His finger first circled around the outer lips, then slid back and forth in between the inner folds. He was still holding back her clitoral hood with his other hand. He managed to rub her clit while massaging his sister's meaty labia.

Susan was silent, as if struck dumb by the sight. She felt her own pussy start to moisten. When she'd first heard Katherine's suggestion, she'd imagined only touching vaguely near the pussy area. She definitely did not want to agree to this. But seeing what she was witnessing was so arousing, she was struck mute. She felt like she was watching Alan play with her own pussy.

He said, "So that's on the outside. Whereas THIS is on the inside." He dramatically plunged two fingers into his sister's slit and started up a rapid fucking action with his hand.

Susan was tempted to fall to her knees and have a powerful climax. This was the forbidden act she'd been longing for Alan to do to her. Even though she was fully dressed, she knew that she only needed to touch her clit to explode in total ecstasy.

Katherine moaned loudly. She was in a very happy place as his fingers explored her clit and then caressed her lower lips, all wet with her juices. She could even smell her own aroma as it started to fill the room.

Her mother could smell it easily as well, even over the steaming lasagne. "Tiger, please! Outside the lips only! And in any case, the proper time for that is after dinner! Your food is getting cold. I thought you were talking about just petting the area where she used to have hair." She looked down into her lap and noticed that her legs were rubbing together, as if someone else were in control of them. It took all her self-control to **** them to stop moving.

"Oh, you mean like this?" He took his fingers out of his sister's steaming hole and caressed her silky skin all around her labia, which were very sensitive. "You're saying this is okay."

Katherine moaned again and kicked her legs about in excitement.

Susan formed a serious, disapproving frown. She was wondering why she'd even agreed to that much.

He sensed her mood and tried to wrap things up. "I'll try to keep it like this and go no further than what I was doing earlier."

"Fine." Susan sighed. "Now that we've got that sorted out, will you two please sit back down at the table, fully dressed, and eat all the food I spent so much time making? You really shouldn't be doing this kind of thing in front of other people, even me. Can't we be a normal family for a few minutes while we eat?"

All three of them sat down to eat.

Susan glared at her daughter. "Angel? Forget something?"

"Oh yeah." Katherine smiled mischievously, because she was still completely naked. She got up and put on her clothes.

"Really!" Susan complained as she ate, "I think you two take far too much advantage of my kind nature. Imagine. Eating dinner naked! Katherine, remember that you're grounded for the week."

"No problemo! That means I can stay home and suck Brother's Popsicle all week long!" Katherine pointed out happily. She was sitting down again after quickly throwing her clothes back on.

"No, young lady, remember the other part of your punishment? No blow ... um, oral stimulation tasks for you. But since I'm in a generous mood, I'll let you stimulate him once a day with your hands."

"Woo-hoo!" Katherine squealed.

Susan wagged her finger like a chiding teacher. "But that's it! And you're done for today. After all, you're supposed to be having a punishment, not a reward. And Tiger, remember, no touching her either. If she can't touch you, then you can't touch her either."

"Except for touching her pussy, to get her attention," he pointed out.

"Yes, I suppose. Except for that. Just once a day though. God, I can't believe how weak I am!" She wagged a finger at both of them in a mothering way. "And no more stunts like this pussy-petting at dinner or whatever you call it. Is that clear? ... Oh my. I said 'pussy.' Is there any decent word for that area? Bush? No, you don't have one. Mound? Er, vaginal ... No. Oh dear. Nothing works. You two are corrupting me."

The siblings nodded in agreement at her restrictions, and also at the fact that they were corrupting her. They tried to hide their smiles.

Chapter 6

Susan said, "Okay, now, before we start eating, let's not forget to thank the Lord for all that He's given us."

As they always did before dinner, they linked hands and bowered their heads.

Susan's started out praying for the typical things people pray for at meals. But she finished, "And last but not least, thank you for all the joy you've brought us from learning to love pleasuring Tiger's member. He's a special young man with special needs. May his member stay thick and stiff and well-tended by all of us tomorrow, and beyond. Amen."

Lately, Susan had been mentioning something along those lines in her prayers, but it seemed to be getting more explicit all the time. Alan thought, Man! You know things are getting weird and wild when even Mom's nightly prayer threatens to get me hot and bothered!

Despite have just said that prayer, Susan continued, "Now then. We're a normal family eating a normal dinner. So can we please focus on talking about something else at the table other than sucking Tiger's Popsicle? Um, I mean, uh, orally stimulating his member?"

"Sure. But Mom, I want to make clear that you said you're weak, and you're not weak at all." He took the first bite of his lasagna, then continued, "This week I'm going to need all of the strength and help I can get. Remember that my Boy Scout hike is coming up this weekend? I'm going to be gone all of Saturday and Sunday. That means I'll probably need to aim for seven or eight times a day for the weeks before and after, since I'll be lucky to have even one orgasm on each of those scout-trip days."

Alan had been in the Boy Scouts for years and had recently become an Eagle Scout. Now, at age eighteen, he'd become an Explorer Scout, helping the scoutmasters. But ever since he had begun his "treatment" he had been neglecting the Scouts. He'd realized that he had to go on this camping trip or he'd be in serious trouble with his scouting troop.

"Oh my!" Susan exclaimed. "Oh dear." The implications sank in as she happily imagined blowing her son that many times a day. Too much was not enough for her. In her current mood at least, she could literally suck him off a dozen times a day and still want more.

Her pussy throbbed and her nipples grew harder than ever, but she clenched her legs and tried to ignore the way her mouth was watering. "Oh dear. Tiger, that's going to be really tough. My jaw hurts from just thinking about it. Do you think you'll be able to handle it?"

"I don't know. Just averaging six times a day is REALLY hard. As you know, even though today has been an exceptional day so far, I was below target the last couple of days. So you can see I'm really going to need a lot of help. Especially from you and Aunt Suzy, since you won't let Sis here help much. Not to mention the sheer amount of time it takes to get sucked off so many times! Luckily this is a weekend, so we can really take time to enjoy ourselves. But how can I manage so many times a day during the school week?"

He continued, "I'm thinking that sometimes it would be helpful if someone could just milk me with me hardly noticing. Like, for instance, if I'm doing my homework, Mom, and you come up and jack me off and I never even stop doing my homework the whole time. Remember how Akami said that prolonged stimulation was essential."

"I don't know, Tiger," said a visibly worried Susan. "I'm supposed to be punishing you, even if it's only until Tuesday ... I promise that when Tuesday comes around I'll really help you out a lot..."

He could see she was wavering. "You just said the punishment was for blowjobs only. But in any case, you'll hardly let Sis touch me, and you won't touch me now, so are you expecting Aunt Suzy to do everything? She's here some of the time, but not all the time. Like, she's never over in the mornings, and I need a lot of help then. I can barely make six as it is; how can I do seven or eight without a lot of help from more than just her?"

Susan fretted. Having her son cum many times a day had become very important to her. "I don't know, Tiger. But you've hardly eaten a bite yet. Is this really an appropriate topic for our dinner conservation?"

So they changed topics and finished dinner.

When it was over, Susan went back to her room to change. Despite the compliments, she already felt overdressed. Despite most of the dinner being fairly normal, she still felt a strong erotic desire that just wouldn't go away. Screw this "normal clothes" shit! she cursed to herself as she stood before her dressing closet.

Who needs all that heavy clothing? We live in Southern California. Clothes are unnecessary in this weather. There's a big, powerful cock in this house needing to be pleasured and stroked and sucked. He has serious NEEDS! With Angel out there as competition, I'd better wear something that'll allow more "accidents" so he'll notice ME. Let's see ... This'll do. She grabbed the lowest cut dress she could find and put it on.

Alan and Katherine were eating watermelon and canteloupe slices for dessert as Susan came back into the dining room and sat down. She said, "Now, where were we? Now that dinner is over, we were going to finish our discussion about penis stimulation."

Alan smiled to see Susan's revealing new outfit, but he didn't comment on it. "I think we were near a decision. Come on Mom, what'll it be? Can't you help out more, or have Sis help out more, or both?"

"Hmmm ... I don't know," she said uncertainly. Despite her cocksucking lust, she felt the parental need to follow through on her punishments. She hoped to at least make it without blowing him until Tuesday. "What if you just have Suzanne help you a couple of times a day, and 'do your thing' to make up the difference? For the next two days?"

Susan was sitting in her usual place at the head of the table, while Alan and Katherine sat on either side of her, as they usually did. She leaned forward as if deeply engrossed in the topic, which caused her skimpy periwinkle-blue dress to slide down, making her bountiful mounds spill forward, exposing them fully to his eyes.

Despite all her talk about wanting to act like a normal family, she had specifically changed into that dress just so it could slip down in this manner. Her face looked demure, but her erect nipples betrayed her excitement.

The fact was, she still had an erotic buzz she couldn't shake. It had started when they were hanging out by the pool in the afternoon and it had never really gone away. Alan's ass fondling before dinner got the buzz humming even louder, but then they'd been interrupted by Suzanne before the two of them could get off. Furthermore, the fact that he had been doing things to her right in front of Suzanne and Katherine turned her on even more. The idea of being ravished by him in a crowded public space kept intruding on her thoughts.

It was all he could do not to reach out and pinch his mother's nipples. But he was equally distracted by his sister, sitting across the table from him. She'd cleverly changed clothes too when Susan went upstairs. Now she wore a thin top which barely had enough fabric to not qualify as see-through. Worse (or better, depending on one's point of view), it was about two sizes too large, so one or the other of the two shoulder straps kept falling off her shoulders almost every time she took another bite to eat. This frequently caused her top to fall down enough to completely expose a boob.

He finally tore his attention from his mother's and sister's tits long enough to answer, "Mom, you actually want me to masturbate? To commit the sin of Onan? I'm shocked!"

She crumbled, putting her face in her hands. "No, of course not! I don't know what I'm thinking anymore. What if Suzanne and I just jack you off a lot?"

"Um, Mom, we could try that, but let's face it: my stamina is growing. Would that really be enough to always get me off? Besides, my dick might get seriously chafed. Remember what Akami said about the difference between a hand and a mouth when it comes to chafing."

Katherine giggled at the apparently absurd notion of cock chafing. However, she quickly controlled herself, and said as seriously as she could, "That's a big problem, Bro. Are you sure it isn't chafed already? Maybe we should take a look."

He looked to his mother for permission.

She coughed nervously. "Ah, yes. I think that, uh, for medical reasons, it's good to see its condition now before we consider our future options. We do have to consider the, uh, chafing ... problem."

So he unzipped his pants and released his eager boner. Since he'd just finished eating his dessert, he pulled his chair away from the table (and closer to his mother) so the other two could have a good view of his cock.

It was as if he'd hit a button controlling his mother labeled "pant". Susan's chest immediately began heaving as her breath became heavy and ragged from seeing his mouthwateringly tempting cock-meat so close to her. With all that movement, her dress slid down to her stomach.

Alan felt that he could watch his mother's heaving naked breasts for hours. He eventually tore his eyes away long enough to look back at his sister's chest, and noticed a similar reaction. It was almost comical how loudly the two of them were now panting and how much their big globes were bouncing up and down.

In fact, Susan got so horny so quickly that it was all she could do not to reach into his lap and start stroking. But she still had enough of her old mindset to worry about doing that with Katherine right there. So instead, she said, "Tiger, why don't you scoot up to the table there, and I'll get you both some homemade cookies."

She didn't really want to get them cookies, as they'd just had dessert and she tried to limit their sweets, but it was an excuse for her to get away from him before she did something rash. She stood up to go.

He replied, "Okay, but you know there's a certain morning alarm clock that I've been greatly missing. Honestly. I thought after Tuesday that maybe I'd wake to that more often."

Susan gasped and fled to the kitchen, tightly clutching her big, bouncing breasts.