CH 8

Alan and Suzanne tried to hurry back from their afternoon fucking session, but thanks to rush hour traffic they didn't return until about 7:30. It was a long ride back from their hotel, but that turned out to be a good thing as it gave both of them a chance to recover. Between the ride and the showers they took before leaving the hotel, their freshly fucked looks had faded and they almost appeared normal. But inside they were bereft of energy.

Suzanne joked as she got out of the car in front of her house, "Look at me trying to walk. I look like I've been riding a horse all day long. And to be honest, that's just about accurate, my horse-hung Sweetie. I'm going to have to hide out at my house for a while or else your mother will suspect what we've done. And if by some odd chance my husband or son is around to see me walk, I'll have to pretend I'm ill."

It was true - when she got out of the car, she walked slightly bow-legged just as if she'd been on a horse. She could almost still feel Alan's penis filling her deep inside her as she shuffled along.

Alan walked Suzanne to her front door. They wanted to share an intimate goodbye kiss, signifying their new level of intimacy. But, standing outside, there was no telling who might be watching; for all they knew maybe even Suzanne's husband or son could be watching somehow.

So instead, Suzanne held Alan's hand and gave him a look so intense it nearly bowled him over. She was trying for loving and affectionate, but it came out more smolderingly "fuck me hard right here on the front lawn" sexy than anything. That was typical Suzanne - she radiated sex without trying and she was hardly able to turn it off on the rare times that she wanted to.

They left without parting words because no words could begin to express the feelings they had for each other.

Alan walked one house over to his own home and went inside.

As soon as he walked in the door, Susan rushed at him and kissed him passionately on the lips for many minutes, as if he'd been gone for weeks.

"We've missed you!" she said between kisses. "You don't know how boring it's been here." She still wore the T-shirt with the hole designed to make her boobs stick straight out.

Alan didn't need to be told that was an invitation to fondle his mother's hefty jugs to his heart's desire. He was tired, and his penis was on the verge of pain from experiencing so much friction. He was amused at being handed off from Suzanne to Susan with hardly a minute's pause between them. But seeing his mother like that was an irresistible temptation. He locked lips with her some more, and meanwhile grabbed her ass with one hand and a tit with the other. When he stuck a finger into her anus, she was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she slipped out of his arms and fell to the floor.

That stopped them temporarily, and Susan caught her breath.

"Wow, that's some greeting!" Susan exclaimed once she recovered. At the same time, she casually pulled Alan's shorts down his legs without even asking. She gushed, "It's like you're coming home and immediately showing me that you're the man of the house. It's like you walk in the door and say, 'These tits, these lips, this ass, it's all mine and mine alone.' If Ron kissed me like that when he came home, he wouldn't have his wife stolen away by his own son! Phew! I wish you two would go shopping for computers more often, if you're going to come back like that."

From behind, Katherine said, "So do we, don't we?"

Alan and Susan turned in surprise to see Katherine there. Actually, it wasn't really that much of a surprise - it was getting pretty common to have someone or another walk in on these kinds of situations.

In fact, Susan complained, "Angel, would you quit sneaking up like that? Why not just announce yourself from afar first if I'm engaging in some intimate matters here with my Tiger?" Although Susan griped, the intrusion didn't reduce her determination to play with her son. She reached out and fondled his still flaccid penis.

Katherine suggested, "But it's much more fun this way, isn't it? What do you think, Amy?"

Alan and Susan jumped a bit in surprise and scanned the room. Sure enough, Amy was walking down the stairs to the living room and soon stood just behind Katherine. Son and mother relaxed to see it was only Amy after all. Susan might have pulled her hand from her son's dick in surprise, but once she got her hands on it, there wasn't much short of a direct tornado hit on the house that would cause her to let go.

Amy answered with a beaming smile, "I think it's fun to give surprises. Like playing hide and seek!"

Susan responded, rolling her eyes, "You two. I thought you were going to stay in Katherine's room. I thought I overheard you mentioning something about checking for bumps. I suppose you're going to demand your welcome back home kiss from Alan, too." She was more suggesting that protesting. Alan's penis was still half-hard at best, and she secretly hoped some enthusiastic greetings might improve its condition.

"M'kay!" Amy enthused, while Katherine simultaneously said, "Yep!" They crossed the living room to be nearer to Alan. Amy excitedly hopped the whole way, as if she were a giant bunny. She did it just for the fun of it.

Alan commanded the group in a serious voice, "Ladies. All of you. Shirts off, please. Now."

That was a very popular thing to say. Amy's eyes twinkled with delight. Susan nearly swooned as she fell back in line with the other two.

Katherine faked a dramatic swoon and said, "Look who's all in charge of his girls! He doesn't even give a reason. He just demands action from his stacked bitches! Mom, you're so right about him taking his natural place as the man of the house." She yanked her T-shirt off over her head in one fluid movement.

The others did the same along with her. Suddenly there were three sets of large breasts bouncing in front of one extremely happy teenaged boy.

Alan thought to himself, There's a sight that will stay burned in my memory forever. Wow. Six glorious tits all side by side, full of bouncy goodness. Talk about a good day!

But he tried to act nonchalant, and even complained, "I don't need to remind you: no use of the B-word around here. I respect all three of you too much to allow that kind of language."

Katherine pretended to be clueless. "The B-word? Do you mean the word 'big', as in 'Big Crowbar Brother?'" She giggled. "Or do you mean 'beg' as in 'Can I beg for permission to suck your cock a little bit?' Or could you mean 'bang,' as in 'It's about time I bang my little sister?'"

Amy added, "I think he means 'boink,' as in "Tonight I'm going to boink my official girlfriend."

Susan was back on her knees in front of him. She surprisingly played along and suggested, "Why don't you girls, who are not his bitches, take turns giving him some big juicy kisses? Meanwhile, this mommy, who is also not one of his many big-titted bitches, will happily beg that she'll be allowed to suck at this funny noodle dangling between his legs!"

She eyed his dick again, sticking straight out through his fly, and was pleased to discover that it had nearly reached its full hardness. She had no idea what a great feat of stamina that was, considering the way he'd been secretly fucking Suzanne all afternoon.

Katherine giggled. "Why, my mother, who is also not a fellow perpetual horny cum-slut, this non-whore for my brother's dick will be happy to settle with exploring his mouth with my tongue for a while. Even if I have to share." She walked close, ostentatiously puckered her lips, and made to kiss him.

Alan complained, "Okay, you two, enough of that. You can't use those words, even in the negative. I'm sorry, Amy." He was apologizing for their immaturity, but at the same time his growing penis indicated the talk had aroused him against his will. His erection had been growing, but straight down. All of a sudden, it sprung out forward and bounced in the air towards the three vixens, like some sort of nympho-finding divining rod.

Susan immediately welcomed his hardness with a smile and two eager hands.

Amy stood behind Katherine as if waiting her turn in a kissing line. She smiled. "Sorry for what? Are you saying that your official girlfriend, who is also a non-tasty sperm slut, can or can't use words like bitch when she talks with her pussy-mouth?"

Alan was fairly floored by that, especially her use of "pussy-mouth". It didn't seem like the kind of thing Amy would say, but then he realized she saw it as a fun word game, and wanted to join in before it ended.

Katherine commented, "Oooh! 'Pussy-mouth!' I like that one."

Susan agreed. "Yes, Angel. Nice. Please put your pussy-mouth on his lips, and my pussy-mouth will get to work down here on his sister-poker." Her mouth honed in on his penis, but she blew air onto it to give him a bit of a tease first.

Katherine exclaimed, "'Sister-poker'? Wow Mom, I love your language. You know how to make me happy!"

Susan just replied with an enthusiastic "Mmmm!" because she couldn't wait with the blowing and had already begun cocksucking.

Alan was astounded to find his penis erect despite having cum four times at the hotel with Suzanne, plus once more in the morning. He never would have figured he'd get hard again only an hour and a half after he'd left his penis for dead at the hotel. He was also mindful that he had to save something for later with Amy.

But the enthusiasm from all three females was too much for him to take. He griped, even though he'd already mentally surrendered to their affections, "You all know this is supposed to be my rest weekend, don't you?"

Katherine's lips covered his as soon as the last word left his mouth.

Susan spoke fairly clearly despite having her son's penis deep in her mouth - she'd been practicing on phallic objects so she could do that better. "Tiger, it muth have been hourth thinth your wath climath. Hourth! Mmmm! And you need a BIG reward from all of uth for helping Thuzanne. That was tho conthiderate of you. MMMM!"

Alan guiltily thought about the "help" he gave Suzanne: non-stop fucking and no shopping whatsoever. "To be honest, Suzanne helped me out a bit while we were gone." He thought, That's true, if I'm referring to how she helped me to reach some mind-blowing orgasms. "In fact, she just gave me a reward of her own."

Meanwhile, Susan began rubbing her tits up against his thighs while her hands found a rhythm on his lower penis and her tongue worked at a different rhythm around the penis head.

Katherine resumed kissing him and rubbing her tits on his chest.

He couldn't recall having two pairs of big tits rubbing up against him at once, and decided he quite liked it.

Susan spoke again; her simultaneous licking forced her to lisp. "I'll bet she did! I figured ath much. That explainth why it took you a couple minuteth to get hard. Mmmm. MMMM! I can never leave her alone with your GREAT BIG thing! Mmmm! Tho good! She'th tho good at draining it dry with that thuper long tongue of herth. I'm sure she'th the one who got the real reward - all dow her thwoat. Am I wight? Did you give it to her good?"

Alan smiled in fond memory while Katherine licked his neck and Susan worked the most sensitive spot on his dick. "Oh yeah. You could say that again!"

"Doeth that mean you want your big-titted, cock worthipping thervant mommy to sthop?" Susan's hands grasped and pistoned the part of his penis outside her mouth while her mouth worked on the rest. "Pleath don't make me thop? I've been thooo looking forward all afternoon to thith: getting naked on my kneeth with my Tiger'th dick in my handth."

"My pleasure, Mom. Most definitely my pleasure."

Susan groaned with joy. "MMMM!" Then she swallowed more and more of his erection, going as deep as she could go in an attempt to show her appreciation.

Alan thought, God, how easy is it to please this woman? She's practically ready to faint with happiness just because I'm giving her permission to suck me off, which she's doing already anyway! Wow. And she's calling herself things like "cock worshipping servant mommy " and totally blowing my mind. I'd better not call attention to it for fear of making her self-conscious about it.

Even as he was thinking these thoughts, Katherine worked her way back up to his mouth and began kissing him with such fervor that he could barely breathe.

He looked past Katherine's hair hanging down all over his face, and saw Amy standing all alone, bouncing up and down, eagerly awaiting her turn to take over from Katherine or even Susan. But his sister was having such fun kissing and rubbing herself all over her brother that it looked like it would be a while before Amy would get a chance, if she got one at all. And he knew there was no way to get Susan off of him without a crowbar.

So Alan snapped his fingers, and tried to motion Amy to go around behind him. She didn't understand, so he broke his sisterly lip lock and explained, "Amy, please rub your tits on my back, okay? And while you're at it, see if you can rub your cunt on my ass."

"M'kay!" Amy apparently already had something like that in mind because she'd gotten a bottle of oil from elsewhere in the house while the others had been occupied with each other. She poured the oil al over her chest and then plastered her soft body up against his. She began rubbing her entire body all over his firm muscles. Thanks to the oil, soon her whole body was sliding easily over his, in the same way that Susan's two hands were sliding all over the part of Alan's slicked up dick that wasn't inside her mouth.

Susan spoke to her daughter with her tongue still wrapped around her son's erection. "Angel, did you hear that? Awan may not call us bitcheth, but he'th tweating uth juth like hith fuck toyth. He snapth hith fingerth and findth another naked body rubbing all over him juth like a ... female dog in heat." She giggled over her clever new method of saying "bitch" yet again.

Katherine broke the kiss again to reply, "I know, Mom. Isn't it divine? Personally, this female of the canine persuasion gets all hot to be treated like a fuck toy. It makes me want to rub my cat, if you know what I mean."

Susan gave a muffled "Mmmm-hmm!" while her slurping tongue went round and round Alan's penis head.

Alan now found himself sandwiched between three women. Katherine was holding him tight and rubbing her breasts all over his chest. She'd found the oil Amy used and poured it on her skin too. So she was slipping and sliding on one side while Amy was doing the same on the other.

Katherine commented, "You know, Bro, this is like you're one giant cock, and Amy and I are like oiled up hands, jacking your whole body off!"

Amy joked, "Gosh, watch out! He might start shooting semen out of the top of his head at any moment! Just like the blowhole of a whale!"

The two of them had a good giggle over that. Then they laughed and giggled more as they both rubbed his head like it was his penis head, mussing his hair up even more than its usual unruly look.

However, the giggly girls weren't the end of the pleasurable sensations assaulting him. Susan was still on her knees, sucking on her son's erection while frigging herself at the same time. The fact that her daughter's bare pussy was rubbing on the back of her head only made her happier.

Alan couldn't last long in the face of this triple attack. His one saving grace so far was that Susan had been taking it easy for a while, trying to make the experience last. But even that could only go on so long, especially with all the delightfully slippery oiled up tits sliding over him seemingly everywhere at once.

He commanded, "Okay. Break. I'm about to blow!"

All three females pulled away within seconds, despite a great hunger in their eyes.

He was so staggered at their complete and quick obedience that he nearly came from that alone. He was particularly amazed that Susan completely disengaged.

The three women kept their eyes glued on his bobbing penis. They watched with amusement as he strained and struggled until the immediate urge to cum surged past. A great climax was temporarily averted by the narrowest of margins. Eye contact between Amy and Katherine indicated that Amy would get her turn to kiss as soon as Alan was ready again.

Alan panted and sweated. It was draining to be at the center of so much energetic action. Meanwhile, after he recovered a bit, he tried to make idle, non-arousing chat to help pass the time until he was fully ready to go again. He asked everyone, "So, what did you all do while I was gone?"

Katherine answered, "As a feminine Fido whose brain is only capable of thinking how to sexually please her brother, I'm incapable of answering such a tough question. Perhaps the randy Rover on her knees ready to lick our master's penis can do better?" She again reveled in coming up with alternate ways to say "bitch."

Susan giggled too. "This woman who walks the street to have sex for money, but only for my son... Hey, what do you call it when a woman pays a man for sex?" She laughed. "Anyway, I spent most of the afternoon repeatedly practicing the mental 'visualization exercises' Xania recom-"

Alan immediately interrupted her. "Mom! Sis! Come on! Okay, I'll admit 'feminine Fido' was amusing, but Mom, I don't EVER want to hear you seriously describe yourself that way, okay? Or use those kinds of words. When I hear the word 'whore' I get seriously upset. And when I hear one of you say something like 'slut' I imagine you sleeping with lots of men, and I only want you all to sleep with me."

"Oh!" All three females said at once. It was like light bulbs appeared above their heads.

Katherine spoke for all three when she said, "NOW I get it; why you don't want us to use those words." She giggled, "And here I thought you were just being noble. The truth is, you're being possessive. You want exclusive ownership of us all."

Susan practically swooned. "Angel, say that again! I love it!"

But Alan got really red in the face. He stammered, "I AM being noble," but then he realized how immodest that sounded and got even redder. "What I mean is, yeah, I'm possessive, I'll admit, but I also don't want to be demeaning to you."

Katherine gave a friendly laugh. "You're so cute when you blush. Don't worry! We're here only for you. When we say 'slut,' we mean YOUR slut only. We're YOUR whores and bitches and would NEVER think of sleeping with anyone else. Right, Amy? Mom?"

"Of course, silly!" Amy answered.

Susan ran her finger up and down his erection. "You're MY exclusive owner, Tiger."

Alan gazed at the wall in amazement. "This is not happening. This conversation is completely unreal. What did I do to deserve this? This is NOT REAL."

Susan looked to Amy. "Darling, please show Alan how real our love for him is."

Amy moved forward and took over kissing "duty." Susan resumed her cocksucking, and Katherine took over the oily tit rub of Alan's back and also worked on his ass with her hands.

They went on like that for several minutes. Everyone was happy. There was so much contented cooing and mewing that it sounded like a room of horny female cats.