Show Me: Part 1

Part 46: Show Me

Chapter 1: (Day 57: Monday, November 11)

After Suzanne left to make dinner at her own house, Katherine, Susan, and Alan continued to hang out. Once again, Alan was driven to distraction by the clothing, or lack thereof, on Katherine and Susan.

Eventually, Susan insisted to Katherine, "With dinner coming up, I must insist you at least wear something to cover up your privates."

Katherine griped, "And are you gonna keep on wearing that erotic apron?"

Susan sounded indignant. "No, I'm going to change into something else too. This is dinner!" But she was already thinking about outfits that would arouse even more than the apron, if that was possible.

Katherine changed clothes, but she wore the sexiest thing she could think of that technically complied with that order. She was keen on seeing her brother's dick get stiff again, even if she wasn't allowed to personally benefit from it.

She didn't know where Suzanne had bought the extremely tiny bikini that had proven so popular with Alan recently, so she'd decided to devise something of her own. She took scissors to her skimpiest bikini and trimmed the fabric even more, so that there was nearly nothing there at all. It made Suzanne's bikini seem conservative by comparison. She made the cuts look very professional-looking so that her mother would think some women actually wore such things in public.

Again, she decided that short skirts were the best way to go for showing off her butt and pussy. She used the same scissors to cut her shortest skirt even shorter. It was now so short that even when she stood erect and perfectly still, one could see the bottom of her pussy. It was almost a misnomer to still call it a skirt. Her bikini top and skirt were a matching dark green.

Additionally, she wore high heels as she usually did these days when Alan was home. Only Amy was slow to catch on to that, having so far failed to join the other women in wearing high heels constantly when around him. Like Susan, Katherine was starting to connect high heels to sex so much that just looking at a pair of them could make her nipples erect and her pussy moist.

So Katherine outdid her mother for the time being, since Susan was **** to remain cooking in her erotic apron.

Susan realized that she was being temporarily outdone and was very eager for the new clothes Suzanne would hopefully bring back for her later that evening.

While Susan kept cooking, Katherine stood next to Alan in the dining room and let him "get her attention."

Susan complained from the kitchen, "Children, is that really appropriate?"

Katherine replied, "You want him to get erect again, don't you? He's been on the verge for a while now. This might just push him over the edge."

That quieted Susan right up.

Katherine's nearly nonexistent skirt was just the perfect thing to provide Alan access to her pussy. He spent many long minutes rubbing her clit, kissing her here and there, and whispering sweet nothings in her ear until she cried out in climax. He was glad he was able to give back and totally focus on someone else's sexual needs, for once.

Susan, able to see them from the kitchen, was driven to distraction with jealousy, but there was nothing she could do except to try and hurry the cooking.

Alan actually had deliberately willed himself from getting erect until Katherine came, so he could completely focus on her. Once she did, he stopped fighting it and a bulge grew in his shorts.

Katherine announced, "A-ha! Mom, check it out! I told you that would help."

Susan was pleased, especially since she planned to spend a lot of intimate time with him after dinner. But her hands were still tied, since she needed to finish cooking. She said, "Tiger, hang in there! Don't let it go flaccid again, please?"

Katherine suggested, "Mom, I'm know I'm being punished and all, but what if I just stick my hand in his shorts and keep it warm for you for a little while?"

Susan wasn't happy, but she reluctantly said, "Well, I suppose. I'm such a softie. But just keep it nice and stiff. Nothing fancy! And NO oral!"

"Okay, Mom." Katherine jacked him off inside his shorts. She actually preferred it that way, because Susan couldn't see what she was doing exactly, so she couldn't complain.

Meanwhile, Alan initiated a wide-ranging conversation about sexual matters. The two of them discussed the merits of shaved versus unshaved pussies, the various ways to stimulate clits, the merits of using vibrators, and so on.

Katherine quickly recognized that his purpose of all this talking was to get their mother hot and bothered without saying anything "over the line," so she eagerly played the role Alan had hoped she would.

Susan heard every word, and had a hard time cooking as a result. She found herself rubbing her crotch up against sharp corners, like a cat desperately in heat. And since her erotic apron didn't even cover any of her bouncy breasts, she constantly fondled them any moment her hands weren't needed for some cooking task. From time to time she would peer over the counter and see Katherine's hand slipping and sliding inside Alan's shorts, and that practically made her scream with frustration.

She was extremely relieved when the food was finally ready. She rushed up to her bedroom and changed to the sexiest and most revealing thing she could think of. She chose a see-through nightie, open to her belly button. And of course she kept her high heels on.

When dinner began, Susan led the family in prayer, as she always did. But more and more, her sexual mindset was creeping in her prayers too. Several weeks ago, she still had prayed out loud that Alan's energy problem could be cured. But now she prayed that he'd have frequent and prolonged orgasms.

Alan deliberately put more of his attention on Katherine during dinner. He sat right next to her and out of reach of Susan. This allowed Katherine to periodically stick her hand in his shorts and "check" if his penis was still erect. Her vigorous checks lasted for minutes at a time.

Normally, Susan would have chided Katherine about her outfit and made her wear something else for dinner. But she couldn't this time, because she was wearing something scandalously revealing too. Her eagerness for cocky fun after dinner was affecting all of her thinking.

On top of that, Susan was so horny that she even got a thrill from looking at her daughter's nice body. At the same time, she learned through her daughter's moves and poses some different ways to flash her own body.

Katherine felt like she was on a roll. When she wasn't "checking" on Alan's penis, she made every excuse she could think of to stand up and walk around. It was a wonder she ate anything at all. She especially enjoyed dropping things on the floor right next to where he sat and then picking them up without bending her knees, nearly shoving her ass and pussy into his face. At the same time, she'd rub a hand all over her ass and make innocent small talk by saying things like, "Oh, no! Can you believe I dropped the salt shaker AGAIN? I'm so clumsy. I hope you're not looking between my legs right now, Bro, 'cos you'd be able to see EVERYTHING!"

Susan finally complained about Katherine's outfit, asking, "Where on Earth did you get those postage-stamp clothes?" But her real agenda was to try and find out where Katherine got them so she could get something similar.

Katherine didn't let on that she'd made her outfit herself.

A few minutes later, after Katherine bent over lewdly for Alan yet again, Susan leaned forward and caught a good view of her daughter's crotch. She realized that Katherine's pussy was absolutely soaked. She said, "Angel, your cunt ... Uh, I mean, your pussy ... Um, uh. Let me start again. Your nether regions. They're very wet. It's just a ... big, gooey mess. Why?"

"Mom, do you have to ask? Isn't it the hugest turn-on, exposing yourself to him? Doesn't it just make you wet all the time, or is something else causing that?" She pointed at Susan's obviously erect nipples poking against her see-through nightie, and giggled.

Susan was flustered by that. "That's not really ... That's a private matter. Please! Let's settle down here. I run a respectable family. I suppose I'm just curious why you're SO wet. I mean, we all get wet around him, but, well, not like that."

"Come on, Mom," Katherine insisted. "Answer my question first."

"Never you mind about that," Susan replied as she started to blush. "Okay, fine. So I kind of like exposing myself for my son. Heck, I love it! I especially love the hungry way he looks at my big breasts. There! Are you satisfied?" She proudly arched her back and thrust her tits forward, but at the same time, her face turned red.

"I am, actually," Katherine replied. "As to answer your question, remember when he fingered me a little while ago? He got me soooo wet when I came! And it's been nothing but sexy fun ever since."

But Susan got a **** of sorts soon enough. She had been eating with unusual speed while Katherine posed and played around and hardly had a bite. So when Susan was done, she scooted her chair next to where Alan sat. Without even asking him, she reached her hand under the table and stroked his boner while he continued to eat, much like she'd done for him during breakfast.

She said, "Angel, thank you for keeping him warm, but I've got it under control now." She looked down at Alan's crotch and unzipped his fly, freeing his boner. She licked her lips and smiled. My mouth is going to make love to this glorious pole tonight, that's for sure! Mmmm...

Katherine was frustrated that she couldn't be the one doing the stroking, but she couldn't complain. She was being punished, and Susan had been extremely lenient in letting her help, even if it was for selfish reasons.

As Susan's fingers expertly rubbed Alan's sweet spot, she said matter-of-factly, "By the way, Son, I really do have to apologize."

"You do?" He couldn't imagine for what. He was loving life. With her hand doing amazing things to him at that very moment while he ate her delicious dinner, he couldn't possibly imagine how she could be a better mother.

"I just feel so bad about all the dinners you've been eating lately. We dress so skimpily, and it gets you nice and hard, but then you suffer there until you finish eating. Take last night. We got you so hard that you had to whip out your lovely tool halfway through your meal. But then it just sat there on your thigh, completely unattended until after you'd finished eating. That's just cruel. Don't you agree, Angel?"

"Definitely," Katherine replied, staring at her brother's lap while Susan continued to stroke his boner. She thought, It seems the entire Plummer house revolves around Brother and keeping his cock throbbing with pleasure. COOL! I'm living the fuck toy dream!

Susan went on to say, "Son, I think it's more important that you get instant relief than it is that we all put food in our mouths at the same time. The needs of your cock come first. To cum six times a day or more is just such a difficult task; we all have to try harder to help. Next time, if you get stiff, I'll try not to keep you waiting."

"And what, suck me while I'm eating dinner?" he asked incredulously.

"Okay, if that's what you need," Susan grinned, glad to see that he had suggested exactly what she'd hoped he would. "I promise I'll try harder to please you. Like what I did this morning during breakfast. Do you think it's unseemly if your big-titted mommy sits naked between your legs and gobbles on your thick knob during a meal?"

"Um, no! Not at all!"

Katherine joked, "Somehow, I knew he'd say that."

Susan asked, "Do you like it when your mommy gives you visual stimulation?" With one hand, she pulled down on the straps of her see-through nightie, leaving her totally topless. Her other hand kept on steadily jacking him off.

He just nodded. Dang, Mom is one horny mama today. And it's a frigging Monday. Tomorrow's a Tuesday. I'm going to be literally and actually killed by her horniness before I can live to see another Wednesday! Not to mention, Sis is a totally sexy vixen tonight. If I can make it to Friday, I'll deserve an Olympic gold medal for sheer endurance.

Susan stated as she stroked, "Tiger, I've been thinking that sometimes you're so busy trying to reach your six times a day that you don't have enough time for things like homework. But I'm thinking if we just lightly stroke your big fat boner for long periods of time, you'll be able to reach your target and get things done too. Think of it as a stealth stroking - you won't even know I'm here. We can start practicing during dinner, right now, to see if it bothers your concentration."

She looked at her sliding fingers. "In fact, it seems we've kind of started already. If that works, then we can try doing it when you're doing your homework. Sort of like when Suzanne jacked you off while you read the newspaper yesterday. Does that sound good?"

"You know it does. But what about Sis?" He cast a concerned glance at Katherine, who looked increasingly annoyed at Susan's blatant behavior and wanton display. It was obvious that she dearly wanted to get her hands back on her brother's erection and do all kinds of wild things to it.

"Yeah, what about me?" Katherine seconded. Her postage-stamp bikini top had ridden up her chest, since Susan had pulled her nightie down. She placed her arms underneath her tits to thrust them out even further.

Susan suggested, "Don't worry, Angel. I didn't forget about you. I'm thinking this is a two-woman job. One of us can stroke while the other one eats. And then we'll switch. That way our hands won't get so tired from all the rubbing, and we can all finish eating at around the same time."

Katherine's eyes brightened at that. "Mom, that is a GREAT idea. I don't mind missing dinner completely if I have to, as long as I can have my brother's hot stick in my hand. I mean, he has his condition, and we all need to help out. In fact, when can I take over what you're doing now?"

"Remember that you're still grounded and you gave up your penis privileges for the rest of the day." Susan looked down at Alan's boner and smiled at it. "So this bad boy is all mine tonight." She bent down and briefly kissed the tip of his cockhead while her fingers continually worked on his sweet spot.

Katherine griped, "MooooOOOOoooom! That's not fair!"

"Did you or did you not make a deal about the shopping? So there. But you know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking that if we, as a family, practice this a lot, then eventually Tiger will become accustomed to being jacked or sucked off while he's doing just about anything, kind of like dribbling a basketball without thinking about it. You and I and Suzanne can keep him hard and leaking tasty pre-cum practically every minute of the day!"

The horny mother was working herself up so much that she reached over with a second hand and started vigorously double pumping. "It doesn't matter what he does - studying, showering, eating, reading, sleeping. One of us will be ready with hands or mouth to take care of his needs at all times. Then he'll never have a problem reaching his six-times-a-day target."

Her eyes looked wild and she panted hard, she was so inspired by this new idea. Her massive globes were bouncing in time to her sliding hands. She thought, I love this "stealth" idea of mine! I'm going to be permanently attached to my son's cock! Morning till night! I'm going to show him my love with my mouth, tits, or hands every minute of the day! Literally every minute!

Alan was simply amused. He thought she was simply expressing a wild and completely impractical fantasy. He asked with a cocked eyebrow, "Sleeping?"

Susan was nearly hyperventilating with excitement. She took a moment to breathe slowly and calm down a bit. She slowed her pumping fingers too, and tried to get back to just rubbing his sweet spot with one hand. "Well, okay, maybe not sleeping. I guess I got a little bit carried away with the whole thing. But that's to better explain the general concept of stealth stroking."

He thought, Jesus! Mom is getting seriously out of control. She's getting soooo into the cocksucking concept that it's not even funny. Maybe she's diverting all her pent-up desire to fuck me into cocksucking? I mean, the way she's going on, she HAS to want to fuck me bad. Just hearing her talk, even I get so excited that I want to fuck me! The sexual feeling in the air here is so thick I can cut it with a knife.

Look at Sis. She's got her own heaving-tits thing going on just from hearing Mom talk about this new ridiculous idea of hers. And Sis has pretty ample tits of her own! I'm such a lucky dog. It's a miracle I don't just spontaneously ejaculate prematurely every time I see one of these beauties.

He said, "Mom, let me see if I get this straight. So stealth stroking isn't just a regular handjob, right? It's a totally different thing?"

"Exactly. It's not REALLY a handjob. It's just, well, think of it as one of us keeping your penis comfy and happy. Like what I'm doing to you now." She said this despite the fact that she was giving him a fairly "real" handjob. The only difference was she was back to using only one hand again, and it was rubbing more than making big stroking movements.

He said triumphantly, "So that means stealth stroking doesn't count against Sis's punishment! After all, you just said it doesn't count as a handjob."

Susan sat there, stroking, trying to figure out a way out of that trap. But she quickly gave up. "Oh, poo! I guess you're right."

"Woo-hoo!" Katherine reached across the table and high-fived Alan. "Thanks, Bro!"

Susan secretly liked losing to her son. Every time it happened, it reinforced her belief that he was her natural superior and even her master. She chided Katherine, "Okay, you can help tonight some more without it counting against your limit. Stealth stroking only! But you have to do your best helping with the visual stimulation, to keep him hard and humming with arousal."

"Deal!" Katherine was all smiles.

Chapter 2

For the next ten minutes, Alan finished eating dinner while his mother lightly stroked his hard-on. He never ran out of inspiration as he alternated between staring at his mother's and sister's mostly bare breasts. He didn't actually have much food left to eat, but he was having so much fun that he ate extremely slowly, just to see how long he could prolong the experience.

Then Katherine got ten minutes of stealth stroking time.

Susan was too worked up to just sit there and watch, so she went to the kitchen and tried to keep busy by doing the dishes. But she kept a close eye on the clock, so as soon as ten minutes had passed she returned to the dining table and took over from Katherine.

With dinner finished, there was no non-sexual excuse for them to stay at the table, but they did anyway.

Susan tried to make small talk. In an attempt to discuss something non-sexual and help validate the stealth-stroking concept, she asked Katherine about how things had been going in school lately.

Katherine found that extremely odd, but she attempted to answer that kind of question as she always did.

As time went on, Susan's cock lust took over. The discussion petered out. Then the stealth stroking idea went out the window as she began to jack him off faster and with more skilled moves. Luckily for her, the table blocked most of what she was doing from Katherine's eyes, so she could keep up the pretense (at least to herself).

Then, sensing that he was nearing climax, she focused her entire being on pleasuring his boner. She was terribly frustrated that she couldn't just take his erection in her mouth, but that would have been too blatant a violation of the stealth stroking concept, especially with Katherine there.

Katherine could tell what was happening, but she didn't mind that much as long as the sexy fun continued. With Susan completely distracted, Katherine was able to openly pinch and tease her nipples, make lewd faces with her tongue, and eat phallic-shaped food in amusing and obscene ways.

She even said sexy things, knowing that her mother was too horny to complain.

Alan's penis control was in fine form. Susan was right that he was close to ejaculation, but didn't quite go over the edge. In fact, thanks to his growing ability to stave off climax with his PC muscle techniques, he knew it would take a lot more before he actually gave in.

So Susan switched to stronger measures.

In the on-going battle between Susan's desire to get him to cum and his desire to prolong the joy, he had an ace card, and he decided to use it. He asked his mother for some dessert. He figured that would give his hard-on a strategic break.

But Susan had an ace card of her own. She disengaged to stand up, and said, "Certainly. I know just the thing, and it's not too unhealthy. But Angel, while I'm getting that, please keep him warm some more."

Katherine clapped her hands. "Sweetness! But that doesn't count as my next turn, right?"

"I suppose not." Susan went to the kitchen and got Alan and Katherine bowls of strawberries and whipped cream for dessert.

She went back to rubbing his sweet spot while her children ate dessert.

But Alan was feeling so cocky in this orgasm battle that when he finished eating, he stretched his arms above his head and said, "Aaaah! That hit the spot. Thanks, Mom. And thanks for the stealth work. You have such a fine, subtle touch that I can easily last for hours like this."

Frustrated to hear that, Susan took her nightie all the way off and sat directly on one of his blue-jeans-clad legs. Her face lit up brightly as she held his dick again and resumed stimulating his sweet spot.

Alan had to pull his chair back a bit to make room for his mother. He asked, "Comfy, Mom?"

"Very!" She bounced gleefully up and down on his leg, sliding her wet pussy over it a bit to show just how comfy she was.

Katherine acted annoyed, even though she was having a blast from watching. "Hey, Mom, what's up with your 'outfit?' I thought you said we can't get nude at the dinner table."

An embarrassed Susan replied, "Um, you heard what he said. I thought I had to resort to more drastic measures. Plus, dinner and dessert is over."

Susan was more than happy, because she'd figured out a nice way to rub her pussy directly on the rough fabric of his blue jeans right at a bony spot on his knee. It provided excellent friction, more than enough to cause her to create a wet spot on his jeans. She started to have small, secret orgasms from time to time, mostly thanks to that contact.

Katherine couldn't help but needle her a little bit. She sensed the humiliation would help arouse her. "Hey, Mom, do you have any idea how completely lewd and outrageous you look right now? Imagine if one of your sisters came to visit, such as Jane in Sacramento? Or what about the married ones who'd bring their whole families! Like Mary in Idaho!"

Susan froze and her blush deepened. She muttered, "That would be bad." Then she recovered and resumed her fingers slipping and sliding on Alan's cum-soaked pole.

Katherine asked, "Is that all you have to say? 'That would be bad?'"

"First off, I obviously wouldn't behave like this if they were here, so the question doesn't alarm me much. I think you're just trying to provoke me. Besides, things have changed. Angel, we're two of Tiger's personal cocksuckers now. Sometimes, that means taking **** measures like this. If you can't handle this kind of thing, then maybe you aren't ready for that kind of title."

Katherine said defensively, "I'm ready already. Sheesh! You know that." She decided to stop her needling for now, since it boomeranged against her.

Alan figured that they were supposed to be testing the stealth-stroking concept, so he tried his best to ignore the naked, mostly-silent bombshell lightly bouncing on his lap. He carried on talking to his sister, and asked her more about the cheerleaders, especially Janice and Joy, since he knew very little about them.

Katherine found it fun carrying on another semi-normal conversation while watching her mother.

Although Alan tried to make it look like he was ignoring Susan, in reality he wasn't. It was as impossible as trying to ignore an attacking 800-pound gorilla. He barely managed to keep the conversation with Katherine going, even though she was doing most of the talking.

After a while, Katherine sensed that it had been ten minutes since her last turn, at least. But she hadn't been watching the time. She asked Susan, "When is it gonna be my turn again?"

"Soon, Angel, soon. Why don't you put on some music?"

Katherine got up. "Okay, but I'm keeping a close eye on the clock from now on. Ten minutes, and bam! It's my turn again." She put on the song "Doing It to ****" by James Brown. It was a fun, funky song, but she also got some satisfaction from the title, since she felt like Susan was taking too long. More funky James Brown tunes played after that.

The rousing James Brown music kept Susan happily bouncing up and down on her son's leg even more than before. In fact, she rhythmically bounced nearly non-stop.

She was having such a good, lusty time that she forgot to object when Alan started fondling her tits. In fact, he freely ran his hands all over her totally naked body, although he did avoid her pussy. He couldn't get over how fit and curvy she was. He never got tired of playing with her ample charms, especially when he was able to keep her making her happy "Mmmm!" moans while doing so.

Alan had developed many tricks to delay orgasm and prolong the pleasure for himself and others. He had a remarkable ability to defer short-term pleasure for greater, more delayed pleasures, and he showed that ability yet again. Just as she really had him on the verge of climax, he said, "Mom, I'm thirsty. Could you get me some milk? You always say I need to drink lots of fluids so I'll never run out of cum."

"Now? But, Tiger, we're so close!" She looked over at Katherine and indicated with her eyes that Alan should have Katherine do it.

"Now, Mom. Please. I love to see you walk around."

So Susan got up and hurriedly got the milk. When she came back she found that he'd taken off his blue jeans and wore nothing but his T-shirt. She was somewhat disappointed at that, because she'd loved rubbing her pussy over the rough denim.

But Alan wanted to feel her rubbing her pussy right on his skin. At least that would be a minor victory against her "no pussy touching" rule. He figured she wouldn't be able to resist, now that she'd been occasionally cumming while bouncing and rubbing on his knee.

She worriedly looked over at Katherine, who was trying to be poker-faced and appear uninterested. Reluctantly, Susan sat back down over his leg and it was like her horny body took charge. She immediately started sliding her wet pussy lips over and around the bony parts of his knee. Even as she did that, she complained, "Angel, don't look! This is so improper! I can't believe this is happening to me! It's one thing if I'm completely naked. But I can't rut like some animal on my son's leg! This kind of pussy contact is forbidden!"

Katherine justifiably asked her, "Why are you telling me that?"

"I don't know!" Then, after thinking it over while she continued to slide and bounce, she added, "Make it stop!"

Katherine giggled. "Sorry, Mom. Only you can stop yourself."

Susan whimpered helplessly. This is why I have these rules! Look at me. Out of control!

Soon, she was sliding her pussy over her son's knee with even more gusto than before. She found that she loved the feel of flesh beneath her nether lips even better than she had the jeans, and she grooved to the funky music more than before. Meanwhile, she continued to stroke her son's pole.

She looked to Katherine, who had taken off the rest of her clothes, no doubt because Susan had. Katherine had one hand on a nipple and the other hand below the edge of the table, undoubtedly to play with her pussy. Susan commented as her whole body slid back and forth over her son's knee and her hands pumped up and down on his long erection, "Things sure have changed in this house lately, haven't they?"

Everyone broke into laughter at the great understatement. But all of them were too worked up for sustained conversation.

Soon she was so far gone that Alan tried to push her a little bit more. "Hey, Mom, you know what you're doing to my knee? Pretend that's not my knee. Pretend that's my dick. You're sliding your pussy all over my dick, Mom!"

"Oh, Tiger! Oh! What an idea!" Both her hands and her pussy moved faster. "But that can't be your dick, because I'm holding it in my hand! Mommy is holding your big poker. She's going to get off all over you!"

"Imagine that I have two dicks," he suggested. "Imagine I have a clone twin. A second me. One is sitting behind you and you're sitting on his dick. In a minute we're going to double up on you and fuck your mouth and pussy at the same time!"

"Oh no! Dear God! Two Alans! Fuck! Mmmm! Yes! MMMM!" Susan was overwhelmed by an enormous multiple orgasm. The forbidden notion of getting fucked by her son carried her completely away.

She simply drenched his knee in her pussy juice. It dripped all down his leg as she continued to explode and her series of orgasms went on and on and on.

But still she kept on jacking him off the whole time. She'd never thought of two Alans before. She knew already that she would fantasize about it later and for a long time to come. She never thought of other men because she wanted to be 100 percent loyal to her son, but the idea of two Alans was something she could accept and get excited about.

He survived her erotic eruption without cumming, but he was using up the last shreds of his resistance. When his climax finally came it arrived so suddenly that it was a surprise even to him: one second he thought he was doing fine, and the next he was shooting his ropes straight up into the air.

Susan was not in a good position to get her mouth over his hard-on, especially since she was fairly out of it from her big orgasms. It happened to be pointed up when he started, so the first rope went high in the air and landed on the floor. The next two hit his shirt and then the floor some more before Susan finally managed to turn his cock around and aim it at her chest.

The rest of his ropes landed on her legs, stomach, and tits as she tried to direct his erupting pecker so that his cum covered her thoroughly. By the time she managed to get her mouth over his cockhead, there was no cum left, to her immense frustration.

The two of them ended up with a bigger mess than usual, since it was rare for any of his seed not to be directly aimed at a mouth, face, or chest. Both Susan and Katherine were disappointed by this, though Katherine acted quickly and scooped up some of the gobs from the table before Susan could think to do that for herself.

Susan had been holding out long enough to make sure her son came too. Once that was accomplished, she fell to her knees, and then slid the rest of the way to the floor. She laid down with her eyes wide, since she was still in a kind of orgasmic shock. Huffing and puffing like an old steam engine, she was spontaneously struck by yet another intense orgasm, even though she wasn't touching herself.

Her legs continued to twitch long afterwards as she lay helplessly on the floor. The cum seemed scattered everywhere.

She didn't give much thought to the mess, or to the increasingly public way in which Alan had been pleasured, or to the outrageous way that they all had behaved. She just reveled in her pleasurable feelings. And though she wouldn't admit it to herself, to have Katherine or someone else watch increased her excitement, and thus her arousal, even more. I'm just a nasty, naughty mommy slut! I'm so shameless! What a time that was! THIS is how our dinners should go around here, every night!

Katherine had had her own quiet orgasm as she watched Susan have her loud and bigger one. But she wasn't done. She walked over to Alan and sat on his knee shortly after Susan had vacated it.

Katherine gave her brother a hug. "How was that, Big Salami Brother? Did Mom jack you off as well as I can? Watching all that made your fuck toy sister soooo very horny." She slid her pussy lips all over Alan's knee even more ostentatiously than Susan had been doing, which was saying quite a lot. Susan's juices mixed with her own. She found she could slide around extremely easily, like a skater on ice.

Alan's entire knee couldn't have been more wet if someone had poured a pitcher of water on it. Katherine slid many inches forwards and back as he tried to focus on her face and words. Even with his flaccid penis, he was still so aroused that he had a hard time thinking or even focusing his eyes on her moving face. "Ummm ... It was good. Very good."

Katherine pouted, "The only bummer is that it was almost my turn again. Do you think you could get it up for a repeat performance?"

He looked over at Susan. "Nah. Sorry, not right now. You were really good, Mom."

She grinned at that, but she was too tired to reply.

His mental faculties returned as he saw an opportunity to tease his mother a bit. He pointed at his knee and stuck a finger in some cum which he found there. "Look, Mom. You shouldn't have created such a big mess. Sis is having a hard time sitting on me; she's practically drowning in your cum. Look at all our juices mixing together. Why, it's so slippery that she might just slide off me altogether."

Susan thought, Forget my other reasons. I can't have Tiger fuck me. Because if he did he would kill me. I would simply die of sheer delight. He almost killed me just now from across the room. It's just too much! Or two Tigers! Dear Lord, that's too sexy to even contemplate!

She began eating the cum that still remained on her heaving chest. What kind of mother am I? So irresponsible! But I just can't help it. Can't stop...

She was totally blissed out. She reaffirmed to herself that this new lifestyle was the best thing that had ever happened to her.

As Susan lay on the floor, still catching her breath, Katherine removed herself from her brother's knee. She walked over and stood above her mother, examining the sight. There were still uneaten gobs of cum all over. "Yummy, Mom. You've got a very yummy mess covering you. Do you want me to help clean it up?" She licked her lips suggestively.

Susan thought back to how she'd cleaned Suzanne's "mess" up at the beach yesterday, and how she almost couldn't control herself from diving into Suzanne's pussy with her tongue. "NO!" she cried out, filled with fear that the same temptation could happen to Katherine.

Susan was starting to feel some regret about going too far as the post-orgasmic blues hit her. She added, "Really, Angel, this is too much. We have to have some kind of decorum around here. We can't just sit around sucking Alan's big fat boner and eating his cum all day."

"We can't?"

"Well, not ALL day. Can we get up and do something else for a change? I have things to do. So I'll take care of this mess myself, thank you very much!"

She picked herself up off the floor and went upstairs to have a reinvigorating hot shower.

But before she turned on the water, she finished gathering and eating all the remaining gobs of cum on her skin so they wouldn't be wasted down the drain. I'm such a hopeless case. Where's the leadership? The moral authority? The firm boundaries? It all crumbles the instant I get horny. She sighed a very heavy sigh as she savored another cum gob on her tongue.

Despite her attempt to restore some normalcy to the house, she knew the evening's sexual games were far from over. She looked forward to being all alone with Alan and his penis while Katherine and Suzanne went shopping.

The thing was, she didn't really have many other things to do in her life. Since there was no need for her to work for a living, and she hadn't pursued a highly active social life or hobbies and such, she'd had lots of time to spare.

As she showered, she idly wondered, What did I used to do with all my time before I became one of Tiger's personal cocksuckers? That seems like ancient history already. I think I spent far too much time watching TV, shopping, cleaning, and socializing with friends I didn't really like that much in the first place. The house is a bit messier these days, but nobody seems to mind.

But in all seriousness, this feels like my calling in life! I love it! Too much, probably, but I can't help that. I know I'm just gonna sit around and fidget and watch the clock until I can blow him again after the others go shopping.

I just have to focus on the cocksucking so I won't cross the line into full-out fucking. There's no moral ambiguity or excuse for that. That's just plain immoral and wrong.

Even though it would be so, so good! If cocksucking is this great, imagine how fucking a real man like my studly son would feel. Ungh! SO HOT! But I can't think about that!

The stealth stroking hadn't exactly been stealthy, and certainly hadn't been even remotely low-key near the end. But it was successful in that everyone had a very fun time, and Susan's boundaries receded a little more.

Alan hit the books shortly after going to his room. Remarkably, he was able to get some work done for a change. He purposely didn't shower so that he could smell like sex, for later. His room was nearly the same.

Then, around seven o'clock, Suzanne finally came over to get Katherine and go buy some sexy clothes.

Chapter 3

Suzanne drove Katherine to a store called "Stephanie's" that was located in a nearby business district. Suzanne had never been there herself, but she'd heard of it. Her regular store to buy lingerie and other sexy items was already closed. "Stephanie's" was open until 8:00 p.m., so they had less than an hour to make their purchases.

There were a couple other customers milling about when they came in. Suzanne immediately grabbed a few items she found promising, and said to Katherine, "Let's go try these on." They hurried to the changing rooms.

The changing room was reasonably big, and had a large mirror on one wall. There was a bench on the opposite side, but there was no door - just a curtain that parted in the middle. The two females quickly got naked and put on some lingerie they'd picked out.

As she undressed, Katherine complained, "God, I'm so friggin' hot! You wouldn't believe all the stuff I got to watch today, but couldn't take part in. I swear, Mom's tongue is surgically attached to Alan's dick these days. I want some action!"

Suzanne whispered, "Be careful with the 'M' word. We're in a public place." But she thought to herself, You want some action? That can be arranged. Hee-hee!

"What do you think?" asked Katherine, as she pirouetted around in a one-piece nightie.

"It's hard to tell just by looking," replied Suzanne. "An important factor with this kind of clothing is, how easy is the access to your best assets? If I'm Alan, for instance, will I be impeded in reaching your tits?" Suzanne grabbed one of Katherine's tits, but pretended that having the thin fabric between her hand and Katherine's nipple greatly bothered her. "You see? I want your nipple, and all I get is the nightie."

"But why don't you just slip your hand underneath?" Katherine guided Suzanne's hand with her own, until Suzanne found Katherine's hard nipple and began properly pinching and twisting it.

"Yeah, but what if he has to do that when Susan is bare chested? As she almost always is these days. Don't put yourself at a disadvantage. Get something that says 'Fuck me now' a little more."

While her hand continued to grope at Katherine's tit, her other hand reached for the girl's pussy. "And what about down here? Again I'm impeded. I want your pussy now, not next week!" In truth it was no bother for Suzanne to push aside some fabric and begin fingerfucking her young neighbor, which is what she did.

"Now see how the access is on mine," Suzanne said as she pulled her top all the way off.

Soon the two of them were naked on the carpeted floor, busy licking and sucking each other. Luckily, it was a big changing room.

A pretty employee named Ginger came by the changing rooms after about ten minutes to see what was taking them so long. She could hear their moaning easily enough and guessed what was happening, but to better satisfy her curiosity she knelt down and looked under the curtain, since it didn't go all the way to the floor.

Since Katherine and Suzanne were now rolling on the floor, completely naked in a sixty-nine position, they didn't leave much to Ginger's imagination. Such customer activity happened every now and then at sex shops such as this, especially since this particular shop catered more to women than to men because of its large women's clothing collection (as well as the usual offering of sex items). So Ginger just smiled to herself and went to check on other customers.

After Katherine and Suzanne both climaxed, gushing all over each other, Katherine said, "I give our current clothing choices the thumbs up. Not that we're actually wearing them!" She giggled. "But if we're going to try every item out with a practice fuck, we'll never get enough shopping done before this store closes."

"You're right," Suzanne agreed. Then she said with an amused smile, "We should have come in here a couple hours earlier so we could practice-fuck with every single item. Instead, let's go out there and find something even more fuckable." She pulled some tissues from her purse so that they could wipe their faces free of cum.

Suzanne put on the lingerie she'd just 'tested' instead of her street clothes, then shamelessly went out into the store with her tits and pussy faintly visible through the semi-transparent fabric. A few of the other women customers eyed her strangely.

The employee who'd spied on them earlier walked up to Suzanne and said with a friendly smile, "Hi, my name is Ginger. How are you finding everything? I was afraid you and your young friend had gotten lost in the changing room."

"No, I think we're finding everything we're looking for. We believe in giving products like these a full test run before buying them." Suzanne said this in a knowing manner. From the way Ginger was looking at her, she had no doubt that Ginger was aware of what had happened in the changing room, and that she was apparently more than OK with it. Suzanne was feeling wanton, wanting to flaunt her sexuality even more than usual.

"That's commendable," Ginger said. "I see you like one of our latest models," she added as she began caressing the shoulder straps of Suzanne's lingerie.

"Yes, I will take this one. However, I was just saying to my friend Katherine..."

Katherine walked out of the changing room as she said this, also dressed in lingerie, though it didn't show as much. "Katherine, can you come over here?" Turning towards Ginger, Suzanne added, "My name is Suzanne, by the way. Katherine is my next door neighbor's daughter."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Ginger replied. She wondered if Katherine might not be Suzanne's own daughter, judging by the age difference and their similar, unusually tall, dark-haired busty bodies. But she was far from certain, especially since Suzanne was so pale while Katherine was quite tanned.

Katherine walked up to them while Ginger was speculating about this.

Suzanne gave the brief introduction, "Katherine, Ginger. Ginger, Katherine. Ginger is going to help us shop, aren't you?"

"I'd be delighted to," said Ginger. "What in particular are you looking for?"

"Well, as I was just saying to Katherine, we need items that are even more sexy and revealing than the ones we're wearing. In particular, we need some that leave our private places exposed instead of covered. Do you have anything like that?"

"Of course. Let me show you to the back of our store."

Ginger reminded Katherine of Heather, mostly because they had the same shade of long blonde hair (perhaps from using the same hair dye). But Ginger was shorter, somewhat less stacked, and far less tanned. She also appeared to be a lot nicer, with a very kind, gentle face.

The back of the store consisted of another large room that was entered from the front via an open doorway with a curtain. It had no windows, so people on the street couldn't peer within. it contained a whole range of extremely revealing lingerie, together with a large assortment of sex toys and accessories in display racks and on the walls. Suzanne soon found something that she particularly liked.

"Ah, Katherine, you see? This is what I was talking about." Suzanne held up a négligée like the one she herself was wearing, except that the new one had holes for boobs and pussy. "Just my size. I think I'll try it on."

Ginger started to say, "The changing rooms are located..." but stopped because she realized that Suzanne was already stripping right there in full view.

Katherine gasped, quickly putting her hands over her shocked, gaping mouth. She thought, Oh My God! I'm feeling playful, but I wasn't exactly expecting public nudity!

Suzanne put on the new outfit. "What do you two think?" she asked, as she proudly displayed her bare tits and pussy to any and all in the area who would look, strutting up and down an aisle as she modeled the outfit. Aside from Ginger and Katherine, there was one older lady in the back part of the store, who immediately looked at Suzanne very disapprovingly. (All of the store's other customers were on the other side of the curtain, in the front part of the store.)

"You look great, Suzanne," Ginger said with a professional demeanor. Privately, she was amazed at how gorgeous and voluptuous this older woman was, but she didn't want to be too obvious about it. She wondered if Suzanne might be a porn star, actress, or fashion model who had come down from L.A. to shop anonymously. It wouldn't have been the first time something like that had happened in her shop.

"I think it looks waaay hot!" Katherine said, surprising herself by just how excited she was. "But I can't believe you'd just put it on right here!" Suzanne's public nudity was getting Katherine very hot and wet, not to mention what it was doing to Suzanne herself and even to Ginger.

"Why don't you try one on?" Suzanne encouraged Katherine.

Katherine soon found a similar item that she liked. She started walking to the changing room, but Suzanne grabbed her arm and asked, "Where are you going?"

Shaking nervously, and blushing more than she had in weeks, Katherine hastily changed clothes right in the middle of the room. Suzanne thoughtfully blocked the aisle in the direction of where the one other customer stood, but Katherine wasn't so worried about that. She was more attuned to the fact that Ginger was standing just a few feet behind her, watching her every move.

Katherine somehow thought the ordeal would be over when she finished changing, forgetting that she was putting on an outfit that exposed her tits and pussy. Then she suddenly realized that she was still on display. She attempted to cover her exposed privates with her hands, then nearly died of shame when she looked at the one older lady still in the back, who now was giving her the evil eye. She was so flustered and embarrassed that she didn't notice that the old lady was holding two dildos in her hand, sizing them up for purchase (or she would have stared at the dildos in return until the woman looked away).

"That outfit's very nice too," Ginger said encouragingly, even as she continued to check out Katherine's bare pussy and impressive boobs.

"I come from the 'show me' state," Suzanne said as she reached out, pushed Katherine's protective arm away before cupping Katherine's exposed tits. She groped them in a blatantly sexual manner right in front of Ginger.

Katherine closed her eyes in both delight and embarrassment. She was amazed that both Ginger and Suzanne were acting as if public nudity was completely normal, so she tried her best to act cool about things too. By closing her eyes, she unfortunately missed seeing when Suzanne turned deliberately towards the older woman in the store and gave her a sexy wink.

The unknown woman opened her mouth in shock.

"What do you think, Ginger?" Suzanne asked. "Try them out for yourself and see if this is the best choice for her."

Ginger wouldn't have been working in a lingerie store if she didn't enjoy seeing and touching beautiful women. Without much hesitation, she reached out and cupped one of Katherine's tits while Suzanne worked on fondling the other. "Katherine's boobs are impressive," Ginger said dispassionately, as if she was discussing the hem of a dress, though she couldn't completely hide her excitement. "We should find clothes that draw special attention to them."

Turning to Suzanne, she said, "You, on the other hand, have such big breasts that I'm at a bit of a loss on what would suit you best." Turning around, she grabbed Suzanne's rack with both hands.

"I'm sure you could think of something to do with them," Suzanne said in a provocative voice.

"I'm sure I could as well," Ginger replied, "but that might not help you find any more clothes."

The other lady in the back room finally left, apparently disgusted at the shamelessness of 'the younger generation'. However, she was still carrying the two dildos that she had decided to purchase.

"I know what you mean," said Suzanne. "For instance, I could find a lot of things to do with this," she reached out and rubbed her hand along Katherine's shaved pussy lips. "That's why I need her pussy unburdened by any covering at all times."

"That's why we're here to help," Ginger said, following Suzanne's hands with her own, now fully devoting her attention and both hands to Katherine's crotch.

There were now three hands down there, all enjoying the tactile sensation of a bare and slippery wet pussy. One of Suzanne's hands expertly worked Katherine's clit.

Ginger asked, "I assume it's important that a finger be unimpeded if it were to ... say ... enter a certain hole?"

Suzanne replied, "Why don't you find out for yourself?"

Ginger rammed a finger into Katherine's already wet pussy, causing Katherine to cry out. Then the helpful employee began rubbing Katherine's G-spot.

Ginger was trying to remain cool as a cucumber but her body was betraying her, as she was now panting as loudly as the other two.

Katherine was delirious with excitement, well aware that at any moment someone she knew might walk through the curtains and see her. She reached out and held on tightly to a clothes rack; her knees were so shaky it was all she could do not to fall to the floor.

"Yes, that is of supreme importance." Suzanne agreed. "But don't forget that we also need access to the anus."

As if on cue, Ginger deployed her other hand and stuck a finger up there too.

Suzanne was pleasantly surprised to see that Ginger was so bold. "And also let's not limit ourselves to just fingers. Dicks and dildos too."

Ginger apologized, "Sorry, we at Stephanie's can't help you with dicks today, but as you can see, we have a wide variety of dildos for sale." She pulled a hand out of Katherine momentarily and pointed at the wall where dozens of dildos were hanging.

"So I see," Suzanne said. "Why don't we try one of those out on Katherine, to make sure that it will fit in the hole of this négligée?"

Ginger smiled deliciously at that suggestion while Katherine shuddered, afraid she couldn't take much more.

Suzanne then suggested, "But before we do that, Katherine, why don't we pick out some more of these sexy clothes. And Ginger, would you also be so kind as to model some of the more revealing items? Look how embarrassed this girl is. Her whole face is tomato red. I think she might be more at ease if you got naked too."

"I'd be only too delighted," said Ginger. She walked to the open doorway between the front and back rooms of the store, then made eye contact with the other female employee there, who was helping a customer near the front door. Winking, she pulled the doorway curtains all the way closed, isolating the back room from the front of the store.

Katherine meanwhile whispered to Suzanne, "Have you no fear?"

"Nope," Suzanne answered happily. She whispered back, with Ginger still out of range, "Do you mind if we share Ginger?"

"I was kind of hoping to be with just you a bit more. But I guess opportunities like this don't come along very often. And I'm so fucking hot that if I touched a red hot poker it would probably cool me down."

Suzanne smiled a grand smile, pleased at everything that was happening.