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Alan sat up straight in his counter stool so he could watch his sexy mother while he fully recovered from his epic orgasm.
Susan was still feeling very randy, and knowing that Alan's lusty gaze was on her only inflamed her desire even more. She felt obliged to take over the cooking (enabling Katherine to sit at the counter as well), but she tried to work in a highly inspirational manner. For instance, she bent forward over the stove far more than the cooking required. Her display was half that of a suburban mother cooking breakfast and half that of a sex show starring a physically perfect hottie dressed in a see-through nightie.
For many minutes, both Alan and Katherine sat transfixed, watching Susan's fantastic body from a few feet behind her. Mostly, Susan liked to show off her ass, since she did have to cook most of the time. If she wasn't bent over something, she would find some excuse to walk around the kitchen on some task. Often, she was just pretending to have an excuse to walk here or there, just so her giant jugs would sway obscenely for her son.
Not surprisingly, Alan got very aroused mentally, even though his penis wasn't quite up yet. He loved that Katherine was allowed to sit next to him in just her shorts, and that Susan hadn't said anything about her daughter's toplessness. That was a great sign for days to come.
Katherine got extremely hot and bothered from watching Susan too. After a while, she felt an unusually powerful desire to stick her tongue in her own mother's pussy. But she knew that would be a big mistake. It was strange that Susan loved to suck Alan's dick at the drop of a hat, but even a kiss on the lips from Katherine was considered out of bounds, yet that's how it was.
After a while, Alan's energy was restored. His penis remained flaccid, but he was ready for more fun, figuring it wouldn't take that much more visual stimulation to get him fully erect. So he came up with an idea for something new. He went to the nearby stereo in the living room and put on the song "Oh, Pretty Woman" by Roy Orbison. Then he went back to his stool and looked expectantly at his mother.
Susan knew the song and really got into it. She especially liked the opening line "Pretty woman, walking down the street," because it gave her an excuse to show off her new strutting skills. Soon, she was more dancing and grooving than even pretending to be cooking.
Alan thought, I'm a glutton for punishment or something. I need to come up with ideas like this when my dick is able to handle it! He'd hoped this would be enough to get his dick stiff, but it only engorged a little bit.
Katherine saw the state of his penis, and asked him, "Big Shampoo Bottle Brother, how are you enjoying the show? I noticed Alan Junior still hasn't rejoined the fun. What's up with that?"
Susan was surprised to hear Katherine refer to his penis as "Alan Junior," since she herself had come up with that term just the previous Saturday night. She wondered if Katherine might have overheard her. But in fact Katherine had come up with the name independently, since it was such a logical thing to nickname Alan's penis.
Although Alan enjoyed watching his mother dancing and grooving in just her sexy nightie, he longed to see her completely naked. He said, "I don't know. I'm loving the show, of course. Mom, I love the way you're learning to move with rhythm and grace. But maybe Alan Junior would love it more if I could see every inch of my mommy's flawless body."
That caused Susan to freeze. Her eyes went wide, and she clutched at her chest defensively. She had delightful visions of cocksucking while naked and on her knees, but she'd calmed down some, and she was self-conscious again about Katherine being there too.
Katherine said, "Yeah, Mom. You know what Confucius says: 'A good mommy is a naked mommy. Not counting high heels, of course.'" She giggled.
Alan joined the joking. "Did Confucius really say that? I missed that somehow."
"That's what you get for sleeping through class."
Susan stood there for some long moments. She thought, A good mommy IS a naked mommy. I can't let Angel's presence bother me so much. Think about all the delicious cocksucking I'll miss out on. Besides, she's one of his personal cocksuckers too. I'll probably be watching her bob and slurp a great deal as well. That's just the way things are around here. It's God's will!
She slowly stripped out of her nightie, making sure to dance her way to the love seat in the dining room so that Alan would have a completely unobstructed view of her. She was blushing and embarrassed, but that didn't stop her. Once the sheer fabric was lying on the floor, she let herself go, letting the rhythm of the music take control of her body.
Katherine gasped in awe at the stunning sight of her nude mother. "Wow! Would you look at that?" she breathed disbelievingly. "Look at that... that... ASS! Just look at it!"
She grabbed Alan by the arm, but couldn't bring herself to tear her eyes away from her mother's backside. "Mom's ass looks good enough to eat! How am I supposed to compete with that?" she complained.
Alan, just as mesmerized by the sight of Susan flaunting herself for him, remembered the importance of always making sure no one felt slighted. So he murmured back to her, without taking his eyes away, "There's no competition here. You're my super sexy sister, and your ass is world-class too." Realizing he was being slightly rude, he looked her way and smiled warmly.
Katherine tightened her grip on his arm before replying hotly, "Yeah, well, let's just say that right now I so totally wish I had a penis for a day, just so I could stick it in Mom's hot ass!"
Alan suddenly felt absurdly giddy as he realized, Hey, I DO have a penis that I could stick in Mom's hot ass! Am I lucky, or what? Heh! Well, at least if she'd ever let me do something that improper to her. And with the way things are going, I've got a very good feeling about that! He was so mesmerized by Susan's luscious butt cheeks that he temporarily forgot about his usual aversion to how "gay" and "disgusting" anal sex seemed.
Susan was shocked to realize that her wanton display was enticing her daughter enough to admit to a desire to do THAT with her as a result of seeing her naked ass. As she grooved in place, she kept her back to her children and enticingly gyrated her hips. No, Angel, your mommy's ass is for your brother to fill, to fuck with his hard cock and his hot cum. It's not for you! You can hold and lick his balls while he fucks his cum into Mommy's ass, where it belongs, and where he belongs, and where I belong!
While still facing away from her children, she suddenly spread her legs widely, and then bent down to touch the floor. Mommy's got a hot ass that needs Tiger's cock and cum. Son, give it to me! Then, driven by the music, she got back up and resumed grooving around.
Alan, in awe of his mother's dancing, but unaware of her turn of thought, tried to joke, "Hey, it's not all that great having a penis. You know what Confucius says about that: 'Man with hand in pocket feels cocky all day.'"
Katherine laughed hard at that. "You silly! That's not even logical!"
"Hey, it made you laugh," he pointed out gleefully.
When the song ended, Susan seemed to wake up, as if from a trance. She sensuously ran her hands over her ass cheeks, imagining those hands belonged to her son. But her bliss was fading, so she finally turned back around and asked her daughter, "How 'bout now?"
Katherine replied glumly while checking out the state of Alan's penis, "No. Still down for the count."
Alan said, "Sorry, Mom. This has nothing to do with how sexy you are. I'm so mentally horny that it's not even funny. But you know there's a refractory period that sometimes just can't be avoided."
The rest of the album happened to be Roy Orbison's more typical sad ballad material, so the dancing ended along with the song.
Susan went back to the kitchen and resumed chatting like she did most school mornings when she was preparing their breakfast. However, Alan and Katherine were too distracted by her still very sexy (and still very naked) movements to talk, so they mostly replied monosyllabically.
Susan repeatedly reminded Alan to drink lots of fruit juice, saying things like, "Drink up. You want to have lots of big, tasty cum loads, don't you?"
It made him feel a little like she thought of him as a cum factory, but if that was her price for all the blowjobs, he didn't mind.
They finally all sat down at the dining room table to eat the rest of their meal. Alan was still naked from the waist down, and eventually his boner began to engorge again. He ate almost without looking at his plate.
Katherine was at a disadvantage in getting his attention. Although she was topless too, Susan sat at the end of the table, adjacent to her son, so he could easily see into her lap. She even kept her chair well away from the table, to help make sure he had a great view.
So Alan gawked at his mother's incredible body, as if he'd never seen it before. He particularly loved the unobstructed view of her pussy, which was still sopping wet from earlier. It was so close that he could have reached out and touched it. But he sensed that was one rule he couldn't break without making her upset.
Out of the blue, Susan asked him, "Tiger, are you okay with this? I'm just thinking that if we're going to get you to at least seven climaxes today we have to start early. Two loads in the morning would be a big help. At least. I'm thinking three might be better." She swirled her tongue all the way around her lips, and winked at him.
He smiled contentedly, like a Cheshire cat. "You know I love it. You're such a great cocksucker, and you cook a great breakfast too!"
"Thanks. You're too kind." She blushed with pride. "Looks like someone enjoyed my dancing, after all." She chuckled as she reached for and grabbed his newly-erect penis. She looked over at Katherine and nearly lost her resolve.
"I sure did," he agreed enthusiastically.
She held his exposed hard-on. Her heart was starting to race again. "Would you like me to suck you some more, you big, cum-filled boy? Will we ever be able to drain this thing of cum, even with all of us combined?" Again, she looked anxiously at her daughter. She felt sinful doing that with Katherine present, but she just couldn't help herself.
He replied, "Thanks, Mom, but that would make it really hard for me to eat breakfast. I can't even think while you do that, much less eat. Why don't you just stroke it a little while I finish my food?"
She flashed a toothy smile. "It would be my pleasure."
He thought, It's so true! She loves it! Does she have any idea how much I love it too?! Talk about a win-win!
Seeing how eager Susan was, he suggested, "You know, they say that even stroking a stiff dick feels better when you're on your knees."
She nodded with a very serious look on her face. Then she silently got on her knees below the table and tenderly stroked his boner. She knew what he wanted at the moment, which was something low key, so she kept the pace light and slow while he continued to eat. Dear Lord, what have I become? He commands it and I do it, no matter how humiliating. Angel, please don't look! But it's true. It DOES feel better on my knees. Drat. If I don't watch out, I'm going to spend all day like this!
That thought gave her a powerful, lusty shiver. She suspected there was a lot of truth to that.
After a minute or two, she started licking his cockhead, since it was right there, only a couple of inches from her mouth. A minute after that she had all of his cockhead and then some in her mouth. I'm so bad! I'm supposed to just stroke. But how can I help myself? Still, I need to pace myself. This is probably going to be a very long, cocksucky day, not to mention a wonderfully titfucky day. Suzanne isn't here, so it's up to me and Angel, and Angel has her punishment, so it's really all up to me. If I play my cards right, I can keep the joy going for a long, long time!
She truly was determined to keep things mellow, at least relatively speaking, so she generally kept her tongue inactive and just slowly slid her lips back and forth over his sweet spot. She absolutely loved doing that.
Alan rode the pleasant wave of a light buzz. Now this is what I call service. An excellent breakfast made even better by some mellow stroking and sucking. What more could a kid want in life?
He suddenly became very frustrated, almost angry. Aside from wanting to FUCK my MOM! Arrgh! Why did that have to pop into my head again? I can't think about that or I'll go crazy. If she's content to just suck my cock till the end of time I think I'll slowly go insane, from not getting to do the ultimate deed. Fuck. I just can't have these thoughts or it becomes ten times worse to bear.
Out of the blue, Susan stopped her slow bobbing long enough to ask, "Angel, could you do me a favor? Could you put that 'Pretty Woman' song back on again? These other songs are nice, but they don't rock; they don't put me in a cocksucky mood."
Katherine got up and dutifully changed the song. However, once again she felt neglected. I think Mom's snapped or something in the past two days. She's normally so afraid to do anything in public, yet now she's jacking and sucking Brother off in front of others without shame. This morning proves it - she couldn't care less that I'm here, as long as she gets that cock. She's even happy I'm here so I can change the CD's. Grrr. I literally can't even remember how she used to be just weeks ago. Now she just seems so eager to please. Too eager!
With the way things are going, he's gonna be fucking her within days, and then my big brother is gonna totally forget all about fucking his little sister! Fuck that shit! I'm not gonna just sit here and take it lying down. So he's into lingerie and I don't have any. Damn again! I can't go to Victoria's Secret and buy the entire store out, like she did the other day. But at least I can put on a robe and hopefully get some attention. You'd think Brother would treat his Number One Fuck Toy just a little bit better. Grrr!