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But Katherine was only getting started with her sexual fun. She said, «I’m sorry. Big Barad-Dur Tower Brother, please sit on the edge of your seat with your legs spread really wide, then I’ll give you my two cents on this.»
«Okay, but why am I spreading my legs?» he asked even as he complied. Slumping down, he didn’t leave Susan as much to work with on his backside.
Katherine quickly rearranged herself underneath the table, getting on all fours with her ass facing Alan’s lap. Then she backed up until her ass was between his legs, right at the edge of his chair. She then used her hands and guided his erection into her hungry pussy as she pushed her hips back into his groin.
He complained, «MoooOOOOoooom! Sis isn’t taking me seriously! She’s backed her ass up into me and she’s starting to fuck me under the table!» He noticed with amused chagrin that her shorts had come off, around two minutes later than he’d guessed they would.
Susan didn’t need to be told what was happening because she could see all of it over one of Alan’s shoulders. She exclaimed, «Oooh! Good one, Angel!» She watched the fucking with mixed feelings. On the one hand, she was excited to see her strong son’s dick already on its way to filling another hot cunt, and she was impressed at how cleverly Katherine was performing her fuck toy duties. The combination of both children excelling at fucking filled her with maternal pride, as if both of them had just been awarded honor student recognition for the month. But on the other hand, after last night she wanted to be fucked again so bad that seeing it happen to someone else created a longing so strong it was like a punch in the gut.
The horny mother decided she needed to do something to redirect her concentration away from the sights and slurpy sounds of her daughter’s cock-filled pussy. She found her hands roaming all over her son’s chest, and that made her feel much better. But then she remembered her promise to keep cool with Alan for the day, so reluctantly went back to merely working on his shoulders and neck. She figured that might violate the letter of the request, but not the spirit since she was sure Katherine would understand that he needed a relaxing massage quite badly.
Katherine ignored Alan’s protest. As she swung her ass back and forth over his stiff rod, preventing him from having to move his sore muscles to thrust, she said calmly, «Brother, I know exactly what you mean. I completely agree with Mom. This is not your problem. This is our problem. We have to learn more patience. It’s true that we’re a bunch of insatiable, big-titted, hot and tight-cunted nymphos, but we’ll just have to do each other more, that’s all. So expect to hear the sound of wild, lesbian love screaming through the house more frequently.»
Alan was already having a hard time focusing on the conversation because his boner felt so good. He protested, «Why does everyone always have to throw in ‘big-titted’ all the time whenever they’re describing things?»
Susan replied with a touch of pride, «Because it’s so obvious that it turns you on. And also because it’s true.» She walked around to his front side to make face to face contact.
She held him by the chin. «I used to be so modest, but why deny it? Do you deny that your sisters and mothers have just about the nicest, biggest, bounciest, milkiest, and most squeezable racks in the whole county? You have FOUR fuck toys in this house. You OWN our eight tits. Do something with them!»
She pressed her tits into his face, smothering him with tit-flesh. She thought, I just can’t help it! Angel, please allow your old mother this one little pleasure? Tiger owns my tits! I must use them for his pleasure! I must!
«MoooOOOOoooom!» Now it was Katherine’s turn to cry out. She couldn’t see Susan, or even Alan, from her position under the table, but she could guess well enough that Susan was up to something. «Mom, do I have to remind you that you said no touching?»
«Oh. Sorry, Angel. I’ll just stick to rubbing his shoulders and back then. I hope that’s all right.»
Susan did do that, except that she lifted him up an inch so she could move the chair he was sitting in ninety degrees and get at his whole backside without any obstacle. She tried to do it as subtly as possible so Katherine wouldn’t notice. Then she really went to town, slipping and sliding her spongy round tits all over him.
Alan sighed. He was frustrated by the sheer intensity of their sexual obsessions, yet the things they did to him felt too good for him to stop.
Katherine picked up on his tone. As her cunt walls milked his dick, she said, «Seriously, Brother, we’re going to promise to take it easy. You know that I’ve been dying for you to fuck me ever since you got back home, and you’re doing it now. I was looking forward to hours and hours of languid, lazy fucking this afternoon, but I’m willing to forgo all that so you can get more rest. And Mom has already vowed no touching today, so all you have to do is fuck Amy and Aunt Suzy after their fuck-free weekends. That’s only two more fucks today. Talk about an easy recovery day! All you have to do is let us know, and we’ll ease up. Right, Mom?»
«Definitely!» Susan hoped Katherine didn’t notice the way her voice was starting to pant and get more excited.
Alan thought about that. Hmmm. No way is anything going to happen with Glory today; I’ll be lucky if she still wants to talk to me after school. Of course I’ll have to deal with Heather somehow. Then there’s the Doctor Fredrickson situation which we’ve planned to tackle after school, and there definitely won’t be any sex for me there. So all in all, I’m only really obliged to fuck Sister Amy and Mother Suzanne, and at least keep Heather’s holes stuffed with something. All in all, a light day. Not bad.
He finally replied, «Well, that makes me feel better. Thanks. We’ll see if it actually happens; I have my doubts. But another thing bothers me. You two are always going on with the fuck toy talk, and I assumed that was just to get me more excited, like the big tits talk you always do. But on my way down here I heard one of you say… What did you say?»
He lost his train of thought, because he noticed his mother was doing something strange. She was having a problem with her tit massage because she lacked lubrication to glide her tits the way she wanted to. But an inspiration struck her: He watched as she took the bottle of maple syrup next to his waffles and poured it all over her tits.
He tilted his head around and gaped in wonder at the sight of the dark maple syrup pouring down her front. Clearly, she loved it. She tilted her head back and let out a scream, but a silent one, only moving her mouth (so Katherine wouldn’t know what she was doing), because the whole thing made her feel so good. She imagined that she was pouring an endless amount of her son’s cum all over herself. It felt so great that she didn’t just stop with the tits and poured some onto her face as well, fantasizing she was getting the facial of a lifetime.
But then she remembered that this was supposed to be Katherine’s time and she shouldn’t get carried away. So she poured a bit more directly onto Alan’s back and then resumed rubbing her bare tits into him. Now, thanks to all the syrup, her breasts slid effortlessly all over his skin. It felt fantastic for both of them.
Alan tried to remember what he was talking about, but even with the end of Susan’s little show, he still had to contend with Susan’s tits sloshing around his back and shoulders and Katherine’s hips doing all the fucking and thrusting for him beneath the table.
Susan said in a motherly tone, «Tiger, enough of this talking. You’ve hardly touched your food. You still have to finish eating and take a shower, not to mention the drive time to school. So kick back and eat, and enjoy your sister’s tight pussy gripping your thick cock. Don’t worry. We’re going to be totally low profile from now on. You’ll hardly notice we’re here.»
Alan mentally compared her «hardly notice we’re here» comment with the way Katherine was exquisitely fucking him and the way Susan was «massaging» him, and had a good laugh. He gave up trying to remember whatever he was going to say.
Katherine’s disembodied voice echoed out from under the table. «Think of it as ‘stealth stroking,’ Big Bunker Buster Brother, only now I’m using the best method to minimize any penis chafing. All the lubrication you could ever want coupled with a fine and firm velvety grip and grasp to keep you exquisitely stimulated and ‘on the edge’ all the way through breakfast! Call it ‘stealth fucking.’ Come on, you can’t say no to that now, can you?»
Alan replied with a hard to decipher grunt. He was conflicted, but as usual, the desires of his penis won out.
Susan was trying to pretend calmness so Katherine wouldn’t suspect that her massage had gotten a bit out of hand with the maple syrup. But while her voice may have been calm, her body certainly wasn’t. She cupped her pussy and began frigging herself frantically.
Katherine somehow sensed something was up, if only because Susan and Alan were in close proximity. She said, «Mom, I’m almost done here. Can you get me another waffle?»
«Oh, poo.» Susan disengaged and returned to the kitchen, dripping maple syrup everywhere. She was already contemplating the clean-up job she’d have to do later. She was grateful that neither the kitchen nor dining room were carpeted.
Alan had some kind of niggling feeling that there was an important complaint he needed to be making, something about them being too submissive or too enthusiastic, or both. But he felt so good from the things they were doing to him that his worries floated away. He finished his meal in silence. The only sound in the room was Katherine’s pussy repeatedly squishing, sliding, and clutching around his hot, throbbing pole under the table. It was a strange sensation, because he could barely see any of her, and he felt little more than the fucking and her ass cheeks occasionally slapping into his inner thighs. It was almost like being fucked by a ghost.
His dick didn’t hurt at the moment, but he had a bad feeling that it might if he ejaculated, so once Katherine had a nice climax for herself, he explained that to her, and asked if they could stop before he came.
Katherine pulled herself free of Alan, which allowed a bit of her feely flowing juices to leak out obscenely from her slippery pussy. Then she crawled out from under the table. She returned to her chair and looked at her brother.
She was surprised to see Susan standing behind him, massaging his shoulders with her hands and sliding her tits all over his back. She said in a very peeved tone, «Mom, what the hell happened to you? You call that giant sticky mess from here to the kitchen ‘keeping your hands off of him?'»
«Sorry, dear, it’s just that he clearly needs a massage. I know firsthand just how sore he feels, and I needed some lubrication to make it work. Between you and me, we’ve helped him relax, haven’t we? You’re not mad at me, are you? I wasn’t trying to take his attention from you, really I wasn’t…»
Katherine just glared, so Susan continued as an idea suddenly struck her. «You know what? The next time either of you need maple syrup for your pancakes or waffles, you know what we could do?»
Katherine sat back and crossed her arms under her breasts, still irritated, «Let me guess. We could just lick it straight off your big tits. And wait. Let me guess some more: the idea makes you, quote, so hot, unquote.»
Susan opened her eyes wide in surprise. «Oh my goodness! How did you know?»
Alan smiled at Susan’s predictable nature. He found it quite endearing. He added, «But Mom, the only problem with that is we’ll still have to go all the way to the fridge to get the milk. If only there were somewhere nearer to get our milk from…»
Susan’s eyes opened even wider. She was very excited to tell both of them that they could just nurse the milk straight from her nipples, but then she looked at their amused smirks and felt chagrined. She playfully pushed Alan, since he was easily in reach. «You two! You’re playing with me, aren’t you? You know exactly where you should get your milk, and it makes me so happy!»
Katherine laughed, genuinely happy now. «Mom, you know what? It’s impossible to stay mad at you. You’re just too pure and good.»
They all had a good laugh.
Alan headed upstairs to take a quick shower. His penis deflated immediately without ever experiencing a climax. He found that to be a welcome relief.
But when he stepped out and felt for the towel in its usual spot on the towel rack, his hand discovered Katherine’s arm instead.
She drew his hand to her chest and said, «Today, I’m your towel. You don’t think you can go to school without cumming again, do you?»
He groaned and stepped out of the shower, pretending great frustration, but he actually liked her towel surprise. He laughed. «You just never stop, do you?»
«Nope!» She giggled. «Why should I? We’re having so much fun, aren’t we?»
He couldn’t argue with that. He figured he’d be okay as long as he refrained from cumming.
She was dry and managed to more or less dry him off by rubbing her naked body all over him. She asked with real concern, «If we get to be too much and you really want us to stop, we’ll stop. You know that, right?»
«Well, kinda.»
«We will! Being a fuck toy is all about pleasing and serving your master. And if that means stop, then we’ll stop. But it also means guessing when you say ‘no’ and really mean ‘yes.’ I could see from the look in your eyes that you were tired but horny.»Nnêw n0vel chapters are published on n0v/e/(lb)i(n.)co/m
He nodded. «The problem is, I’m always horny. Too much inspiration around here!» He laughed.
He was silent for a little bit, admiring the effort and creativity she was using in cleaning him with the «human towel» method. It was very arousing, especially since various parts of her often seemed to «accidentally» brush over his erect pole. Still, the general emphasis was on the rest of his body, for once.
After a while he grew a bit contemplative, and asked, «Sis, how did I ever get to be your ‘master?’ Seriously. I’m just your brother. Remember all those nights you and I played Monopoly and Risk and all kinds of other board games? You beat me more often than not. We were just regular siblings doing regular sibling stuff.»
She said, «It’s partly BECAUSE of all those nights playing games that you’re my master. That just goes to show how we’re way closer than most siblings, and so it makes sense we still play games. It’s just that these are adult, sexual games. And you’re the dominant type and I’m the submissive type, so it all works out.»
«I guess I can see that,» he said reluctantly. He closed his eyes and tried not to think about it too much. It was easy to get lost in all the physical pleasure she was giving him.
When she’d gotten him fairly dry, she pulled him to the floor, climbed on top of him, and said, «Now, let’s work on some advanced toweling techniques.»
Needless to say, his dick was erect, very erect, by then. But she didn’t fuck him, suck him, or jack him off, she just continued to rub him all over with her body, kissing him everywhere along the way. Since he was sore all over, she made sure to massage and soothe him as much as possible. The main difference was that she focused a lot more on stimulating his cock. Plus, now that she didn’t have to deal with getting him dry, she was able to fully focus on arousing him with every trick she knew. (She’d long mastered the finer points of the book Alan brought home detailing the human body’s seventeen erogenous zones.)
All Alan had to do was lie there and enjoy. Yet he eventually got so worked up that he was on the verge of grabbing her and pulling her down for a good, hard fuck, no longer caring about the time, his tiredness, or soreness.
He complained, «This is no fair. As usual, you do most or all of the work, and I reap most of the benefits. I should do that to you.»
She replied, «That’ll be fun. Let’s do that some other time, when you’re not half dead from fucking Mom all night long. But you’re looking at this in the wrong way. Tell me, does it arouse you when I call you ‘Master’ or call myself your ‘fuck toy’ or your ‘personal cocksucker?'»
«Yeah,» he admitted. «You know I’d be a liar if I tried to deny it.»
«Well, as arousing as that is for you, it’s just as arousing for me. It’s like yin and yang, two opposites fitting together. Serving you gets YOU off, and it gets ME off! It’s win-win! I know the unfairness of it bothers you sometimes, but it’s actually part of the turn-on for me. And I know that’s true for Mom and most of the others. Sometimes even more so. So just grin and bear it, literally.»
He chuckled. «Okay. I’ll try.»
After about ten minutes, just as his arousal reached a boiling point, she stood up and said, «Come on. You’re all dry now. Let’s go get dressed.»
Alan groaned in a mixture of agony and ecstasy. But he stood up and followed her lead. He didn’t want to miss the start of Glory’s class, because that could lead to an awkward encounter with her later, with many awkward questions needing to be asked and answered.
She already had their clothes ready in neat piles, and dressed him and herself. But she wanted to keep him on edge, so even while dressing, she simultaneously either stroked or sucked his perpetual hardness.
She led him downstairs by holding his cock, stroking him whenever she could manage.
As they walked, he asked her, «Hey, I remember you saying that you were going to get me off?»
She grinned wolfishly. «You think I’m done with you? Ha! We’re just getting started!»
