This Magic Moment: Part 3

Chapter 7

Katherine sat back down on the sofa. She commented, "You're acting really weird today, Mom. What would have happened to you two if I hadn't come in here? You were completely out of control. I shudder to think about it."

"I just shudder," Susan joked, making reference to her many loud, very visible, intense orgasms. "But Angel, thank you for your help. Having a referee isn't so bad, I guess."

"No problem." Katherine smirked, tickled pink that her mother considered what she had done as some kind of help, rather than a blatant, prolonged grope.

"Your presence allowed me to let go. I was too afraid to do it otherwise."

"I noticed."

Susan, however, wasn't completely unaware of how Katherine had been fondling her. She laughed and said, "But daughter, you know there are other ways to pick a person up. You don't have to pull Mommy away by lifting her like a bowling ball!"

They all laughed at that.

Susan had greatly enjoyed her daughter's touch. It was the first time she'd felt another woman's fingers inside her pussy, since Suzanne had only rubbed the outside of her pussy earlier that day, refraining from going inside. Deep down, Susan really wanted more penetration, but she couldn't consciously admit that yet. She'd had to ask Katherine to stop because otherwise she would have been **** to admit to herself that she was enjoying it too much, which meant that she was bisexual. After what she'd done with Suzanne earlier in the day, that was a place she didn't want her thoughts to go.

Susan also was pleased with the whole "referee" idea. She liked being free to let go, not having to control her own desires, instead relying on Katherine to intervene. She wished that could happen more often.

This is great. I can go right to the edge of fucking without having to worry about losing all control. I can't wait until Tiger fucks me up the butt! Angel would have to watch to make sure he doesn't slip it to me in the other hole. As long as she's watching, I should probably play with her clitoris just a little bit, you know, just to say thanks for keeping an eye out. Oops! I didn't say that. No clit play with another woman for you, Susan. Not legal. Boundaries. Lesbianism. Bad. Boy, when did I become such a naughty mommy?

Alan sat up on the bed and said, "By the way, Mom, I've hardly ever done that before. Put my mouth down there on a woman, I mean. It was all so sudden and overwhelming that I couldn't really figure out if I liked it. I don't think I've gotten the hang of it. Can we try that again sometime when we're both more aware of what we're doing?"

Susan was perturbed. "Tiger, don't ask me that. You've got me very confused. We'll talk about it later ... Of course I enjoyed it, but your sister says we're not allowed to do that."

She looked across Alan to her daughter with a sour face, as if she thought her daughter was a jailer.

But Katherine rightly pointed out, "Mom, I'm just enforcing your rules. If you don't like them, why not change them?"

Katherine had flopped back on the sofa across from where Alan lay on the bed. The giant Mr. Excitement dildo was still sticking out of her cunt. She'd been too busy with Susan to get her own climax, but now she was making up for lost time. She slowly kneaded her breasts and occasionally played with her clit while using the dildo.

Susan was intensely curious about the big black object sticking out of her daughter's slit. She also didn't want to discuss her own hypocritical standards. So she asked, "What is that big black thing, Angel? That, that ... Is that a dildo? a vibrator?"

"That's right, Mom; it's a vibrator, a pussy-pleaser. Don't you own one?"

"No. Don't you remember I'm the sexually conservative and frigid one in this house?"

All three of them had a hearty laugh at that.

As an aside, Susan noted, "Gosh, I don't know what's come over me. I think that's the fourth joke I've made today! I feel all loosey-goosy. It's great. I feel so ALIVE and unrestrained!"

"Why don't you ask Aunt Suzy for one?" suggested Katherine, still talking about dildos. "In fact, I think she's already got one with your name on it."

"Is it as good as a real penis?" Susan asked, very interested.

"No, nothing feels as..." Katherine answered, then stopped herself. She was going to say, "Nothing feels as good as Alan's cock filling my pussy," but luckily she caught herself in time. She reminded herself again that in her mother's eyes she was still supposed to be a virgin.

Instead, she completed her thought by saying, " ... good as a real penis. At least I don't think so. Not like I would know, firsthand, you know. But how could something plastic compare with real, pulsing flesh and blood? The big size is just for show. The length doesn't actually help, though the wideness feels nice." She began pumping the plastic penis in and out of herself again, as if to help demonstrate her meaning.

"Okay, Angel, I think we get the point," her mother said in an annoyed voice. But at the same time she unconsciously licked her lips with lusty desire to feel and taste her daughter's sopping wet pussy.

She shook her mind clear of those thoughts. Whoa! What's wrong with me today? Maybe I need to rethink this whole "Bend over but don't break" idea. I need SOME boundaries! Besides, the only thing I want in my pussy is my own son's cock!

Oh dear. Did I just say that? I didn't mean it! Did I?!

She looked over to the clock beside the bed. "Tiger, I take it you're down for a while. Why don't you two run along? It's still an hour and a half until dinner, so you both can get a lot of homework done. But, Son, if you get erect while you're working, you know whose mouth is always waiting for a cock stuffing."

Alan reluctantly sat up in bed, somewhat surprised it was all over. Katherine was surprised too. They'd both been hoping that they were at the beginning stages of a full-on family orgy. But Susan's fear of having lesbian urges gave her enough willpower to stop.

Susan grabbed her son's hand and held onto it. "Tiger, today I'm feeling a little ... I don't know what. Naughty, I suppose. But don't expect this kind of thing all the time, okay?"

He replied with genuine feeling, "Mom, I feel so good in your bed, I just want to stay here forever."

She put a second hand on his hand and caressed it. "I know, I know. Me too. And believe me, I plan to suck your cock in this bed so many times that it'll be your new home away from home." She knew she was contradicting what she'd told him earlier about using her bed, but she didn't care anymore. "And if you want to kiss my pussy a little bit here and there, like you just did, that's okay too."

He was floored by that. Mom never lets me so much as TOUCH her pussy, and now she's saying it's okay if I KISS it?! Whoa! Wow! My life just got a LOT more exciting!

Susan's attitude changed somewhat as she remembered her need for self-control. She started to realize just what she'd been saying. "As long as we don't get carried away, that is. And you need to ask my permission first."

She kept trying to backtrack as she continued to consider the implications. She had an image in her mind of her son deeply skewering her pussy with his cock after extensively licking it. "But we have to do responsible things too, like homework. And, uh ... I mean, when I say kiss my pussy, I think touching it is a lot more reasonable, don't you? For special occasions only."

He slumped with disappointment. Damn! I knew that was too good to be true. Still, her pussy was totally off limits before and now it's not. That's pretty huge, now that I think about it. That's a foot in the door, so to speak. Big time! He sat up straight again, feeling much better all of a sudden.

Susan playfully slapped his arm. "So get going before you make me all lightheaded and juicy with another one of your sweet compliments. And you too, daughter. Next time, if I'm standing by the kitchen cabinets and you want to get some breakfast cereal, you don't have to fill up my cunt and ass with your fingers to get me to move, you know. There are other ways. That was so improper."

But all three of them were smiling, because she didn't really mean her weak admonishments very much, and it was clear that for once her "so improper" comment was a deliberate joke.

Katherine thought to herself, I am SOOO going to be fully fucking Mom really soon. Kim is going to die of jealousy! Family orgy right around the corner. Yee-hah!

Chapter 8

A few sex-free hours followed. Alan and Katherine actually managed to do some homework, which was a good thing because both of them were so far behind in their classes.

Katherine also spent time writing in her diary about what had happened. At one point, she wrote:

Diary, I know Aunt Suzy has been hinting to me lately that mom could end up being receptive to some lesbian fun. But before today I wondered if that could really be true. Just thinking about the possibility makes me too horny to think! I mean, we're talking about MOM here! That's just impossible. But I can't deny what happened today. First I got to kiss her - ON THE LIPS! - and play with her impossibly curvy body for-absofuckinlutely-ever. And then just now I got to stick my fingers in her pussy and up her butt and she's like 'That's okay'! What's with that?!?! It's like one of the Stepford Wives has replaced my mom.

Diary, talk to me here! Am I out of my friggin' mind?! I wish I could talk to Aunt Suzy about this. If it's true that Mom is becoming bisexual ... Particularly if she'll also let Brother fuck her. I can't even put into words how great that would be! My life, our lives, everything, would be beyond incredible!

Alan had an upcoming test where he expected to do poorly. His problem was that, when it came to choosing between studying harder and playing more sexual games, he always ended up playing the sexual games. He consoled himself that at least he'd completed a bit of prep work for his test.

Dinner started relatively free of teasing. Katherine and Susan even wore fairly normal clothing, instead of their increasingly common sexy nighties. The reason for the tame mood was that Alan made clear that his penis had been overworked and still needed a rest - a point he emphasized by putting on long pants. The other two tried to match his mood, so they held off to let him get some space.

After the three of them had been eating for a while, Katherine said, "You know, Mom, since you were so naughty this afternoon, I think you should be punished. I think I should spank you, just like I was punished with a spanking by Aunt Suzy for breaking the rules."

"You're right, Angel."

Alan and Katherine were quite stunned to hear such a quick agreement.

Susan was all too willing to be spanked, not to mention poked, probed, kissed, fondled, and licked, as long as it was done by one of her loved ones. However, she added, "But let's wait until tomorrow. Maybe Suzanne can administer it, like she did to you, since she's so good at that kind of thing. Today is my special day with my special Tiger, so I don't want to do something with anyone else." She held his hand and looked into his eyes like the woman in love that she really was.

Even though she'd known him his entire life and had always loved him as a mother, she'd fallen head over heels in love with him as a woman with her man.

While the other two went back to eating and pondering what had just been agreed to, Susan resumed humming the rhyme she'd made up earlier that afternoon, which she was now calling "The Alan Song." She liked to vary the rhythm, tempo, and words, which came out slightly different each time:

I am Alan's cow

Gonna suck his prick like I don't know how

Son makes mom go "moo"

Rewards her mouth with a load of goo

Mommy's chest's a hit

She can't wait until he fucks her tits

I am Alan's rack

He owns my chest and that's a fact

She was too shy to sing or say the words out loud. But she thought, Wouldn't it be great if he could read my mind and hear his song? Maybe he'd get so excited that he'd throw me on the table and do all kinds of nasty things to me right in front of everyone. He'd show them all just how much he desires me and needs my body to temporarily satisfy his never-ending lust. Hey! That's a good idea for a new lyric:

I am Alan's hole

On the table here he'll take control

Susan wasn't very good with quick sexual wordplay, but for some reason she was better with rhymes and could turn just about any thought into a new lyric for her song, given time. (The fact that she was more than a little loose about the meter of the song certainly helped in that regard.)

They were interrupted by a phone call a few minutes later, just as they were finishing dinner. Susan answered it, and soon she was happily chatting away.

Alan thought, The outside world. What a trippy thought. It's like a cold slap of reality to recall that there are other people out there who live normal, boring lives. Even we occasionally have to deal with boring, non-sexual...

His thoughts trailed off as he started paying attention to her words.

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Susan was speaking into the phone gaily, "Yes, it IS that big. No, I'm not kidding. You've seen it yourself, so why do you always ask me to describe it? ... Yes, it's about that thick. I can just barely get my fingers around it! Although you do have smaller hands, so I don't know about you ... Imagine trying to stuff a giant cucumber into your mouth. Can you feel how great it is to have your mouth filled with THAT MUCH hot cock? ... Yeah, it can be tough and tiring, but boy oh boy, when you get that payoff ... Yes ... Yes. Tasty. Delicious! ... Sooooo good! MMMM! I'm getting too cock-hungry, just talking about it. Imagine having such a hot, throbbing, thick monster filling your whole mouth. You suck and lick, and lick and suck, until you're sure you can't take anymore, and then it just erupts! All that spermy goodness hitting the back of your throat! Mmmm ... Girl, I'll tell you, it's the best feeling in the whole wide world!"

Katherine and Alan looked at each other in total confusion. It was obvious who and what she was talking about, but the question they both had was: who she was speaking to? At first, it seemed possible that she was speaking to Suzanne, but she was mentioning things that Suzanne knew just as well as Susan herself did. Another possibility was Amy, but that didn't seem likely, especially since Amy was more likely to just walk next door rather than call on the phone.

The other woman talked for a minute or more before Susan continued, "Don't worry. You'll get your chance ... No, I don't mind a little bit of sharing. My son is a special, cum-filled boy with very special needs, and that includes having lots of sexy vixens constantly sucking and serving his cock. He deserves help from exactly the likes of you. Just thinking about him painting your cute face and huge tits with his milky sperm gets me so hot!"

Alan and Katherine looked at each other with "A-ha!" expressions. The mention of "cute face and huge tits" had clarified that Susan must be talking to Brenda.

Susan kept on talking. "Of course he likes you. Naturally he loves your big tits. I told you that yesterday AND the day before. Maybe he loves them a little too much, but I try not to get jealous ... He's a tit man, that's for sure, and I'll bet he'd just love to give them a good fucking ... Yes! You should have seen the way he fucked my tits a few hours ago. It was glorious! I bent down and sucked on the tip as best I could. Hey, can you do that too, or are your tits just too huge for you to reach? ... Really? ... Really? ... Oh, reeeeaally?! I'll bet he'd LOVE it if you do THAT!"

Alan's dick was not only erect again after listening to that much, it was like a springy steel bar.

Katherine was getting pretty horny too. She was disappointed that she was sitting across the table from him, but then she realized that offered its own opportunities. She started to play footsie with him under the table. Soon, she was caressing his bulge with her newly bare feet.

Susan kept on talking casually, almost like she had phone calls like that almost every day. (In fact, that was actually the case, thanks to the new phone call tradition that she and Brenda had established after their talk on Sunday night. This was actually their second phone call of the day.) "Yes. Maybe he'll do it to you tomorrow night ... Of course you're Alan-worthy! How many times do I have to tell you that already? Where did your self-confidence go? ... Be patient. It's almost here. Just one more day..."

Alan was staggered at just how hot Brenda apparently was for him. The call made clear that Brenda would be participating in the next poker party. While that wasn't surprising of itself, he felt staggered as his mind filled with the possibilities. He imagined titfucking her as she lay on the dining room table, with the rest of the group sitting around watching.

Susan and Brenda started discussing various outfits they might wear to the event.

Katherine could see that the conversation was going to go on for quite a while longer. In her previous life Susan had cared about clothes about as much as she'd cared about her brand of toothpaste or dental floss, but since her sexual awakening, once she got started talking about sexy outfits, it was hard to get her to stop. Playing footsie with Alan's cock through his pants just didn't cut it for Katherine, so she quickly switched seats to sit right next to Alan.

Susan sensed her movement and looked over at the table while continuing to gab on the phone.

Katherine smiled at her, acting as if she had changed seats to get a better view of Susan talking on the phone. But even as she smiled, she surreptitiously brought her nearer hand into Alan's lap and started unzipping his fly. Since today was a Tuesday and she'd already made one deal with her mother, she knew that this was her only chance to have any further fun with Alan's boner.

Alan was too aroused to offer any resistance. He was listening closely to the phone call, trying to comprehend the extent of Brenda's desire for him.

Katherine immediately began to jack him off. She thought, Technically, I'm breaking my agreement with Mom, but that's okay, because Mom can't help him out while she's so busy talking on the phone. Anyway, I'm just "warming him up" for her. I'm sure she'll want to take over once the call ends.

Susan immediately figured out what Katherine was doing from the movement of her upper arm. Even though this was a violation of Katherine's punishment, she decided that she approved. After all, she was happiest when her son was erect and buzzing with arousal, and she knew that she herself was largely responsible for that current arousal, due to deliberately talking to Brenda in his presence. She figured that sometimes other women had to take the lead with helping him, particularly when she was unable to do so herself.

Brenda didn't realize that Alan was in the room where Susan was talking, overhearing her end of the conversation, so Susan took full advantage of his presence to increase his pleasure over what Katherine was doing to him. Susan looked straight at Alan and posed for him as she described in great detail all the sexy clothes she might wear to their next poker party. Her hands ran all over her body as she described to Brenda the cut of the clothing and the way it draped on her body, and especially what she planned to expose to Alan and how she expected that would affect him once his penis was fully engorged.

It wasn't long before Susan took off her blouse to play with her boobs with her one free hand. She was still wearing pants and heels. The pants were a choice that she now regretted, because they were tough to remove with one hand and they were limiting her access to her pussy, as well as preventing her from showing off her legs.

As Katherine subtly rubbed Alan's sweet spot with two fingers, over and over, he heard Susan say in an increasingly breathless voice, "Brenda, what you need is an outfit that'll get Tiger so worked up he'll be totally unable to control himself. Suzanne and I have some special clothes we like to call one-inchers, because they'll make his already fully erect, stiff cock grow another inch! ... No, not literally, although maybe just a little. Anyway, then we have some even SEXIER outfits we call our two-inchers, 'cos they'll make his cock a full extra TWO inches longer! Can you imagine that? ... No, we haven't found any three-inchers yet, but wouldn't it be so hot if we did? My goodness!"

Katherine and Alan hadn't heard the "one-incher" and "two-incher" lingo before, so they both made a mental note of it.

Alan realized that he was being a bit selfish about taking pleasure but not returning it. So he reached over to Katherine, moved her clothes aside, and started fingering her pussy lips. He knew this was much riskier than what Katherine was doing to him. If Katherine were caught, Susan would be miffed at Katherine violating the promise they'd agreed to in the morning, but the fact that she was keeping Alan erect with a handjob was no big deal. In fact, it might even be appreciated.

However, just as Susan's pussy was supposed to be off limits for Alan (not withstanding what had happened upstairs earlier), Katherine's pussy was supposed to be equally off limits to him, if not more so. If Susan was concerned about Alan fucking her, she was even more concerned about the possibility of him fucking her daughter, his sister. So he had to be extra careful. He figured the angles were such that Susan probably could figure out what Katherine was doing to him, but not what he was doing to Katherine. Besides, it helped a great deal that Susan tended to keep her eyes on him and his erection.

Susan continued on the phone, "What makes a two-incher? I'll tell you! You'd better buy TWO of that outfit, because he'll get so excited he'll end up ripping it right off your body, which'll probably tear it to shreds! Then he'll **** you to your KNEES! You'll know you're nothing more than another one of his big-titted sex toys when he unzips his shorts and shoves his THICK COCK right down your throat! ... Yes! ... No! You have **** in the matter! He'll hold your head in place with both hands and forcibly FUCK YOUR FACE! Mmmm! Your only choice is to suck, and suck, and suck some more! Your pleasure means nothing! His pleasure is all! Mmmm! MMMM! YES! So good! SO HOT!"

By this time, Susan had managed to undo her pants one-handed and slide them down to her knees. Since she was adhering to the house "no female underwear" rule, that left her free to play with her pussy and clit. She was doing just that so intently that she frequently almost dropped the receiver.

Alan and Katherine were both surprised by just how aggressively the fantasy Alan was behaving in the story that Susan was painting for Brenda. Everyone was getting more and more aroused.

Katherine had started jacking him off, uncertain whether Susan would notice or object. However, it was soon clear to the girl that her mother was aware she was giving Alan a handjob. The lack of any disapproving reaction meant that Susan tacitly approved. Katherine decided to take things a bit further, so she went from just rubbing Alan's sweet spot to sliding her hand up and down his slicked-up shaft, making sure to angle the action so Susan could see most of it.

Alan, by contrast, was still being careful in his response, mostly just playing with Katherine's clit to avoid big arm motions that might trigger Susan's jealousy.

Susan leaned further over the table to get a better look at Katherine's hand as it slid up and down Alan's boner. She repeatedly licked her lips as she stared with wanton desire.

Alan had never heard Susan talk so aggressively and passionately. Knowing that her children were listening, she was careful to speak to Brenda in a manner that made the gist of their conversation clear. "So you say you want to suck his cock. You've told me that a thousand times already. But just how badly do you really want it? ... Uh huh. That bad? Wow! ... But are you willing to strip off all your clothes, drop to your knees in front of him, and beg? For real? What if you were here right now, and Katherine was already busy giving him a handjob?"

She winked at her children after making that knowing comment.

Alan's mind was blown all over again. Man! Mom is naked and masturbating, and so fucking STACKED! I can't get enough of her bouncy boobs. And Sis is jacking me off in full view. Meanwhile, Mom is talking to Brenda, of all people. BRENDA! The woman Aunt Suzy promises is going to become my "sex pet," whatever the hell that means. I'm so friggin' HORNY! Ugh! Just another typical day in my new life!

After listening to what must have been a long answer from Brenda, Susan continued, "You would? Shamelessly, even, like a starving dog?! ... You WOULD?! My goodness! That's the spirit! What would you say, exactly?"

There was another prolonged pause, because Brenda had a lot to say. The gist of it was that she was willing to do anything and everything to be one of his official personal cocksuckers.

Susan continued, "Good! But don't forget, there's no love here. He's just using your mouth as a cum dump! You'd be nothing but one of his many, many, MANY personal cocksuckers!" Susan was getting carried away with her language, and both older women knew that, but they loved it just the same.

After another comment from Brenda, Susan asked, "What? You love it? You get off on having to share him? You even want to suck him off together with me? My goodness! You know that's a naughty, naughty idea. VERY forbidden! Unless ... what do you suggest?" She stared at Katherine's fingers sliding up and down Alan's boner with pure lust in her eyes.

There was a long pause while Brenda explained how she'd share Alan's cock with Susan. She boldly claimed that a powerful cock's like Alan's should be denied nothing, and that it often might take at least two eager mouths to fully satisfy him. Then she described in very graphic detail how the two of them could team up, using both their mouths and all four hands, to give him the blowjob of a lifetime.

That left Susan so horny that she was nearly speechless. Her mouth was watering, and she was increasingly eager to get off the phone so she could get on her knees and inspect Alan's erection up close. "I see. Well ... Alright then! ... And what would you do to tempt him into fucking your monstrously huge tits?"

Susan was breathing hard and writhing her mostly naked body in a sexual manner. But no matter how aroused she got, she still made sure to inspire her children with her language on the phone, even repeating some of the things that Brenda had said so they wouldn't miss the details.

For instance, after Brenda described a particular dress she might wear, Susan replied, "Are you sure the fabric is thick enough, or are your outrageously erect nipples going to poke right through it? And how will it look wet, when it's soaked through and through from your pussy juice and Alan's big cum loads? You'll look like you won a sticky wet-T-shirt contest by the end of tomorrow night, I guarantee you. Have you ever had your big chest entirely basted and bathed in hot, creamy sperm? You will soon!"

But while Brenda didn't know that Alan was in the room, Susan assumed from previous calls that Brenda had removed all her clothes while the call was going on. Susan's words were so hot that Brenda was very literally burning with lust, which led to her disrobing. Eventually she was buck naked, wildly frigging herself so much that she was no longer able to hold the phone. She put the receiver relatively near her ear so she could use both hands to play with herself.

By that point, neither she nor Susan were really talking. Instead, they just panted into the phone as they frigged themselves repeatedly to orgasm.

When Brenda heard Susan start to squeal with obvious orgasmic ecstasy, she had to end the call because she was too far gone to continue. She was so aroused that she was on the verge of hyperventilating. As soon as she put the phone down, she let out a piercing wail and let herself go, cumming in proverbial buckets.

Susan suddenly found herself with her pants around her knees, her fingers pressing her clit, holding a disconnected phone line. She looked over at Katherine and Alan and blushed. She knew she'd just cried out, but she'd kind of blanked out on what she'd said or how loud she'd been or how many times she'd climaxed.

Chapter 9

Susan quickly pulled her pants back up, then moved to put the phone back where it belonged. Only then did she bend over and pick up her blouse.

She walked to the kitchen to finish dressing and compose herself. Her sexual hunger was sated, at least for the moment, by the big orgasm she'd just had. She asked in the most casual voice she could manage, "Tiger? Angel? How are you doing? Need anything from the kitchen?"

Katherine quipped, "We're doing okay, but not as great as you!"

Susan blushed a little more and turned her head away.

Alan stopped playing with his sister's pussy and clit because he expected that their mother would soon return to the table. He figured that now that Susan had her orgasm and appeared to calm down, she was liable to give him a lecture on their "improper" behavior.

Katherine, though, wasn't willing to stop stroking his shaft.

He gave her a look and even slapped her hand, but she just playfully stuck her tongue out at him and continued her stroking.

Alan didn't get a chance to discourage her any further, because at that point Susan came back into the room fully dressed. She sat back down at the dinner table, on the opposite side from Alan and Katherine. She could easily tell that Katherine was still jacking Alan off, but she didn't bring it up. Instead, she merely noted, "That was Brenda."

Her kids snickered and giggled. Alan said, "Yeah, we figured that out like fifteen minutes ago."

Susan grinned. "I know. I was trying to make a joke. Was that good or not?"

"Mom," Alan said, "that was very good. Great, actually. Keep it up. But what's up with that phone call? Obviously, that wasn't the first time you two have talked like that."

Susan said, "No. She's calling me all the time these days. It's like getting on the Jehovah's Witnesses' potential-converts list or something." She pretended to be annoyed, but in fact she'd come to love her daily phone calls with Brenda, which had become more frequent and much more explicitly erotic since their talk on Sunday night. She'd just cleaned her juices off her upper thighs while in the kitchen, or they would have been soaking wet. She would have loved to suck off her son yet again, but for once her jaw was too sore and tired to do it, and she was still recovering from her big orgasm.

Anyway, she knew full well that her daughter was already taking care of his boner. Katherine was making a renewed effort to at least be subtle about jacking him off under the table, but she wasn't doing a good job of it. Susan could see the telltale motion in the way that Katherine's upper arms went up and down repeatedly.

Surprisingly, Susan still didn't feel bothered about it, even though it was technically in violation of Katherine's punishment. It's a shame that Angel is violating my direct order, but I can't exactly blame her. Would I be able to keep my hands in my lap if Tiger had his raging erection right next to me, and while listening to a phone call like that? No way! Keeping his cock stiff and happy takes priority, after all. She is one of his personal cocksuckers, and that's what we do. Since I'm too wiped out do it at the moment, I'll just pretend not to notice. Besides, she knew she was being more than a bit greedy with the tradition that Tuesday was 'her day' and she felt somewhat guilty about it.

Alan asked his mother, "So you and Brenda have been having a lot of calls like that? I'm amazed!" His head was spinning from the sheer pleasure of Katherine's handjob, but he tried not to let on.

Susan admitted, "To be honest, yeah, kinda. It's been going on for a few days now. I actually hope we'll keep doing it a lot. It's fun talking to her, usually about you and all the various ways you end up dominating me with your wonderfully super-strength penis. But that call, well, things got ... a little bit out of hand, with you two right there. I even kind of surprised myself at some of the things I said." She lowered her head and blushed in a very cute manner.

Katherine said, "Well, yeah! That was seriously out of hand!" But she added in a less critical tone, "What have your other calls with her been like?"

Susan said, "Well, we started talking on the phone some prior to the last poker night. Back then, Brenda was trying to be nice to me, but I must admit I wasn't too friendly in return."

Katherine went back to just subtly rubbing Alan's sweet spot as it slowly dawned on her how physically close Susan was sitting and how easy it would be for her to see what Katherine was doing, for instance if she suddenly stood up. "Why not?" she asked. "You're, like, the nicest person I know. You're nice to everybody."

Susan looked guilty and upset at that. "I know! I feel terrible." She looked away as she confessed, "It's just that, well ... Tiger is a tit man, and Brenda's tits are soooo darn big! Way bigger than mine. And not only that, but they're perfect! I mean, how can they be that big and sag so little and still be all natural? And her nipples. I would KILL for nipples that long and that sensitive!"

Alan was in a bit of a fix. He knew Katherine was very conscious of her breast size, thinking that hers were too small, even though she had one of the biggest and nicest pairs of boobs in their school. But her main points of comparison were Susan and Suzanne. So if he praised his mother's boobs, he could offend his sister. But if he didn't, his mother might be sad and insecure.

Luckily for him, Susan continued to talk without pause. "But then that poker night happened last Wednesday, and you both know what happened. Things kind of got out of hand with that too, what with the way you measured Brenda's boobs and all, Son."

Katherine snickered. "He did a lot more than measure them, as I recall. In fact, he pretty much 'measured' every last inch of her naked body!" She giggled.

Susan smiled. "I know. It was so hot! But the main thing is, since I slipped up and talked about all the incestuous cocky fun we're having around here, we really have **** but to bring her into Alan's harem."

Alan started to complain, "Mom, you know that-"

"Right. Sorry, you don't like that word. If I call it your 'stable of many beautiful, busty sluts, ' is that better?"

"Um..." He was too aroused to think that through.

Susan just grinned slyly and continued, "Now, mind you, I certainly don't consider what we're doing REAL ****; it's not the truly sinful kind. But the outside world wouldn't understand that distinction. Anyway, both of you know most of what's happened with Brenda since. But what you may not know is that Suzanne recently put me in charge of bringing her in."

Alan asked, "'Bringing her in?' What does that mean?"

Susan explained in a matter-of-fact manner, "Well, obviously, you've got to fully tame her with your big cock."

If he'd been drinking something, it would have shot out of his nose at that moment. He lurched forward as his boner spasmed and twitched in Katherine's hand. "What did you say?!"

Susan smiled smugly at him. "You heard me. You need to turn her into another one of your personal sex pets, completely dedicated to serving your cock."

Katherine was aroused and inspired by that, despite her jealousy issues. In fact, her jealousy just inflamed her lust. She started stroking his throbbing erection faster, nearly heedless about being noticed.

He was still incredulous. "Mom, you sound just like Aunt Suzy. She keeps suggesting Brenda should be my 'sex pet' too. Why does everyone keep saying that about her?!"

Susan replied as if she was impatient with him being slow on the uptake. "Because it's perfectly fitting, that's why. The important thing is that SHE likes it. She's as submissive as I am, and maybe more so. She'd love nothing more than to help you with your special problem!"

He looked pointedly at Katherine's fingers playing over his sweet spot. "Why is everyone so keen on helping me?! I mean, I don't mean to complain, but..." He felt like he was a surfer riding an endless wave of pleasure. It was getting hard to continue talking.

Susan continued calmly, "Surely you can see there's no other way. Suzanne wanted you to have a pleasant surprise at tomorrow's poker party, and maybe present her to you wearing nothing but a bow wrapped around her waist or something like that. I should have taken that call in the other room, but I'm so proud of you that I wanted you to hear how much she craves serving your cock already. Whenever she talks to me, I can't get her to stop going on about how much she wants to be exclusively one of your sex pets and personal cocksuckers!"

Alan was stunned speechless. Brenda? Brenda?! Of course I've been looking forward to having some more sexy fun with her, like what happened with her and Aunt Suzy on Sunday. But ... a "sex pet?!" I know that's been Aunt Suzy's plan all along, but I can't get over that it's actually happening! She's like ... unreal! She's got the body and face of a movie star, plus tits the size of small cars! I mean, that's like talking about someone like Jayne Mansfield serving my cock. I'm sorry. No way! It can't be!

But Mom wasn't faking that call ... She couldn't possibly be that tricky. And Brenda sounds ridiculously eager. That means that soon I'll be fucking those incredible tits of hers! Not to mention fucking her mouth! Hell, why not both at once?! Or, Jesus, why not think big? Mom's "no fucking" rule can't slow me down with Brenda. I could fuck her cunt to my heart's content too!

He was hit with a vision of a naked Brenda sitting on top of him, holding his erection and slowly skewering herself down on it. They were in an unfamiliar, fancy bedroom, which no doubt was meant to be Brenda's. As she settled down on him, she stared right at him and proclaimed, "This makes it official! I'm one of your fuck toys! I get to be another one of your sex pets! Fuck me! Fuck me HARD! Fuck me DEEP!"

Needless to say, this aroused him greatly, and for a few long moments, he teetered on the edge of orgasm. Fuck yeah! That's totally gonna happen! Why won't it? This is my life now! I don't know about terms like "fuck toy" and "sex pet," but if she wants me to fuck her, then, by God, I'm gonna fuck her! Yessss!

Meanwhile, Katherine kept right on stimulating his sweet spot. She was **** to take little pauses here and there, because she could sense he was getting dangerously close to cumming. But she giggled and snickered, "What's wrong, Bro? Cat got your tongue?" Then she stopped with the pauses and increased the speed and pressure as she felt him surging again, due to his thoughts of Brenda.

He leaned forward into the table, suddenly clenching his PC muscle as another great surge of pleasure rolled through him. Fuck, man! Brenda! He muttered, "No, I'm just, uh, thinking."

Susan grinned slyly, guessing well what he was reacting to. That's so fun, seeing him almost cum like that! Of course he's thinking about Brenda and all the things he's going to do to her luscious body. As he should! I still don't want her coming around here all the time, but if she wants to dedicate herself to serving his cock as one of his personal cocksuckers, who am I to say no? It's not my place anyway, since he's the man of the house and I'm just his big-titted mommy slut! It just goes to show what a total stud he is! My boy! Her heart soared with pride and joy.

Chapter 10

Another minute passed while he still slowly came down from his close call. Katherine was taking it easy on his hard-on for the time being.

Finally, he asked, "What the heck is a 'sex pet' supposed to be, anyway? Could somebody actually define that for me?"

Knowing that he was sensitive about that sort of language, Susan tried to downplay it. "That's just one term we use. 'Sex pet, ' 'fuck toy, ' 'sex toy, ' 'personal cocksucker... ' they're all just colorful ways to express how much we love playing with you, and keeping your fat cock continually throbbing with pleasure. Don't read too much into it."

Katherine wasn't on board about downplaying that language. "'Don't read too much into it?!' Mom, don't you know that 'fuck toy' means everything to me?!" She looked into Alan's eyes as her fingers kept on sliding over his sweet spot. "For one thing, Brother, it means I'm EXCLUSIVELY yours!" She brought a second hand over to his crotch and started pumping up and down with both hands to show how strongly she felt, even though there was no way Susan could miss what she was doing.

Sensing that Katherine was going to launch into a prolonged and arousing declaration, not to mention a passionate two-handed cock pumping, Susan deliberately interrupted her. "He knows that already. Let's not beat a dead horse." When Katherine quickly turned her head before Alan did, Susan gave her a look indicating she needed to tone things down, and in more ways than one.

Katherine got the message. "Right. You know how I feel about you." She removed her second hand, then leaned forward and briefly kissed him. But it was more of a teasing kiss, with their tongues briefly playing with each other outside of their mouths.

Susan was relieved that she'd avoided a conflict over terms like "sex pet." Her attitude was that the practical reality was much more important than what it was called. She wasn't even consistent in what she called herself, since she loved a variety of sexual terms. But the important thing for her was that she'd end up as one of his favorites in his harem, even if it took him a while before he accepted terms like "harem."

She continued to explain, "Anyway, Suzanne convinced me to put aside my envy about Brenda's overly-large breasts and try to befriend her. So that's what I've done, ever since that day. Now it's an easy, fun task. All I really need to do is keep encouraging her and telling her sexy stories about you, since her interest in you has skyrocketed. Especially after what you did to her last Sunday morning while I was in church, she's so hot for you these days that it's not even funny! I'm not sure what you did exactly, except that Suzanne helped, but keep doing it to her!"

He thought back to when he'd fondled Brenda's huge tits while Suzanne sucked his cock. Then he looked down again at his sister, who was still giving him a furtive handjob. He had to laugh out loud at his absurdly lucky life. Trying to keep the conversation going, he asked, "So how often do you two talk?"

"Last week, she started calling me every day, sometimes more than once a day. At first she played it cool and we talked about all kinds of things. You'd be surprised how smart and well read she is. But with each call it seemed we talked a little more about you and about sex with you. That call you heard, compared to the previous ones, it was..." She struggled to find the right word.

"The climax," Katherine suggested, giggling.

Susan laughed, understanding the double meaning. "Yes, you could say that! However, the word I was looking for was 'typical.' I suppose you could say that, these days, each phone call I have with her always reaches a climax. In fact, several." She thought, I love my new life. Thinking and talking about sex, and even joking about it. How was I ever so ... sexless before? I'm amazed I didn't die of boredom.

She continued, "Anyway, I'm warming up to her. A lot. As you can probably guess from hearing the call, she's got a good attitude. Son, she knows the proper role for a big-titted beauty when faced with a naturally superior male like you."

Susan had recovered from her orgasm by now, and between the Brenda talk and knowing what Katherine was doing with her hand, she was getting aroused all over again. So she paused in her comments and made a big production out of slowly unbuttoning the buttons running down the front of her blouse. As she did that, she purred huskily, "Don't forget that some people say your mommy is a big-titted beauty. So think about what MY proper role around here should be." She raised an eyebrow and flashed him a knowing smile.

Alan licked his lips and held his breath while he watched Susan unbutton more buttons. His enjoyment continued to be heightened by Katherine's talented fingers.

Susan didn't stop until she'd opened her blouse all the way. But, being a playful tease, she just held her blouse on both sides as if she was about to open it up wide, without actually doing so. "Aaaah. That's better. I'm not gonna say anything more about Brenda though, so you'll still have some fun surprises tomorrow night. Let's just say I'm confident you'll soon prove to her that her most cherished fantasies CAN come true, and her proper place is on her knees, wearing just her high heels and slurping on your fat cock!" She said this beaming with pride, as if describing her son's winning science fair project.

He was very turned on and interested by what she had to say about Brenda. But his immediate interest was seeing her open the front of her blouse all the way. Come on, Mom! Do it! Man, I just want to bury my face in those boobs and motorboat all around! Fuuuuuck! And Sis is jacking me off so great!

Katherine complained, "Hey, it's tough enough for me to get my fair share. You, me, Aunt Suzy, and Amy, we're the ones who belong on our knees, taking our turns slurping and sucking. There's no room for one more!" She would have crossed her arms under her ample rack except that she was steadily rubbing Alan's sweet spot and didn't want to stop.

Alan was blown away that his mother and sister were having this conversation, and not even seeing anything remarkable or unusual about it. He was completely speechless.

Susan didn't want to openly refer to the discussion that she, Brenda, and Katherine had had on Sunday night, since Alan didn't know about it and she didn't want to explain it all to him at that moment. "Angel, we've been over this. Suzanne's assured me that Brenda will only be coming here once a week for our Wednesday night poker games, plus occasional other visits. Surely you don't mind Tiger enjoying a special guest two or three times a week, do you?"

"No, that sounds okay," Katherine agreed. "We all had lots of fun with her last time. Besides, she seems to be a nice person, and we do have the whole issue of our secret ****. We all know that Brother is going to tame her, and I'm okay with that. I'm just concerned that a couple of times a week will turn into a few, and so on, until she's here almost all the time."

"I'm with you there," Susan agreed. She still had her hands on the front of her blouse. She'd widened the gap some more, just enough to show hints of her areolae. "After all, there is only so much yummy cock to go around, and I'm still not pleased about the size of her natural endowments. The key, Son, is that you have to 'get on top' of her, so to speak, and stay there. We can't let on that she's in a position of power due to what she knows about us. You need to dominate and control her so thoroughly that she'll obey you completely and protect our secrets, rather than saying something to someone that could harm our family."

Alan's mind boggled at that. So the pressure's on me. If I don't seduce her totally, all the sexy fun we've been having could be in danger? Oh great. As if a woman looking like Brenda isn't daunting enough. Thank God I heard this phone call though. That'll give me confidence that she's really hot to trot for me, to say the least! How can I go wrong, when she's got such a great submissive attitude!

Actually Susan didn't really believe that Brenda was still a threat - she was just too hooked. But Susan knew that Alan might be **** to act aggressively. She hoped that if he did "dominate and control [Brenda] thoroughly," he would enjoy it greatly and feel emboldened to treat his own mother the same way.

Susan looked at the dining table, and in particular the three plates of cold food that still stood on it. She continued to tease Alan with the sight of her exposed big breasts, while restraining herself from opening her blouse all the way. "My goodness. Whatever happened to eating dinner? That call was distracting, to say the least. Would you two like me to reheat your dinners?"

They both shook their heads 'No'. Their dinner had been pasta, and cooled-off pasta was fine with them sometimes.

"Good. I must admit, that call really worked me up. I'm still all tingly. And Son, I know talk of Brenda arouses you, because she's a hottie, especially in the, uh, chesty region. But never forget that your mommy has a pretty nice pair of her own, okay?" With that, Susan finally and dramatically opened her blouse so her great globes were entirely exposed.

Alan was so thrilled that he forgot to breathe. He finally let out a gasp. He eagerly bobbed his head in approval and agreement. Man, ain't that the truth! Mom's so stacked that it's crazy! I swear, I'll never, ever get over it. If Sis wasn't here rubbing my cock so well, I'd praise those twin peaks to the high heavens!

Susan smirked at the lusty look on her son's face. She was secretly pleased that her teasing had worked so well. She picked up a fork and resumed eating. "Let's finish eating first, and then we can get down to some serious spermy fun." She ostentatiously licked her lips, then craned her mouth as wide open as she could get. "Okay?"

Katherine gave Alan's erection a final friendly squeeze. Then she bought her napkin into her lap to wipe her hand clean of all his pre-cum. She picked up her silverware with both hands and resumed eating.

Alan's penis immediately started to go flaccid. He stuffed it back into his pants, quietly zipped up, and resumed eating too.

Susan was surprised to discover she was quite disappointed when she saw her kid's hands all return to the table. Awww, the fun is over. I love it so much when his cock is hard and throbbing, even if I'm not the one who made it that way. But I'll get it back up to its happy state just as soon as dinner is over. Mmmm! More cocksucking fun. Or maybe I'll use my tits, to give my jaw a bit of a rest. Maybe it's time for a titfuck. Yes! A titfuck sounds like a great idea! With all this Brenda talk, it's good to remind him that Mommy has some huge knockers of her own!