Chapter 303 That Katherine - Was She Born In A Barn?

After a few minutes work with a pair of scissors, Susan returned to his room. She was also wearing high heels this time. But her mood had changed, because the cut-up shirt made her feel silly and ashamed, as if she were nothing more than a pair of tits.

She waited until he turned in his chair and devoted his full attention her way. Then she nervously asked, "How's this, Tiger?" It looked like her tits were so big that they had simply exploded their way through her plain white T-shirt.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" he said with real excitement. "Pardon the cursing, but Damn!, Mom, that looks really hot and sexy!" He looked her up and down, checking out her short sports shorts and seemingly incongruous black high heels. But he loved the overall effect.

He commanded, "Put your hands behind your back like you've been tied up."

Susan did so, even though that only amplified her apprehensive feelings. However, it also turned her on powerfully. Being ordered to do it got her creaming even more.

He whistled in appreciation. "Wow, man. I'm certainly getting a hard-on that needs serious assistance. I hate to say this, but that shirt makes you look totally slutty. But in a good way. You know what I think is great?"

"What's that?" She was eager to get out of this humiliating pose, even if only to get into another humiliating pose on her knees with her son's cock in her mouth. She didn't realize it, but the more humiliated she got, the more aroused she got.

Alan had realized that though, which is why he said, "I love how I can order you to wear anything at all, at any time. Or nothing at all. Hey, I've got an idea. Imagine if the next time Brenda comes over, you wear that shirt. In fact, that shirt and nothing else."

"N-n-nothing else?" She tugged her shirt down from the back, hoping that would cover her pussy and ass. Already, she was so aroused that she wanted to scream.

"Hey Sis, come here!" he shouted.

Since Katherine's room was only ten feet away, she was in Alan's room in seconds flat. As she came in, she heard Susan pleading, "No! Please don't bring my innocent Angel in here! This is so embarrassing and demeaning!"

A part of Susan wanted to flee the room, but the mouth-watering prospect of sucking her son's cock compelled her to stay. Also, she didn't understand her real sexual needs, so she didn't realize that Alan was calling in Katherine to help her out, knowing that the added humiliation would arouse her even more.

Katherine walked in wearing the same tight T-shirt and shorts she'd been wearing all evening. She whistled in appreciation at Susan's new look. She pretended not to know what was going on, but Alan's door was open, and hers had been open a crack, so she'd been listening to everything that had been said.

Alan asked Katherine, "What do you think: does the T-shirt make Mom look too embarrassing?"

Katherine replied, "Well, maybe, but who cares? I think it makes her look totally sexy, and that's the main thing. That's what she's trying for, right?"



He answered, "I agree completely. It's awesome! Look how it raises her boobs and makes them stick practically straight out. Way cool."

Katherine was in total agreement. "Yeah. Wow, Mom, you're so hot. So sexy! God, such tits. I'm jealous. I wish I could fill out a shirt like that. Good thing Sir Isaac Newton isn't here, 'cos you're violating his laws of gravity."

Susan's unhappiness was greatly reduced by all the compliments, and she bowed her head slightly in modest glee. "You're just saying that," she blushed.

Alan said to his sister, "Thanks for the input. You should go now, 'cos Mom is gonna suck me off."

"Oh, lucky you. And lucky her! Have fun." Katherine turned to leave, but then she turned back. "Oh, there's just one thing."

"What's that?" Now Alan was getting impatient.

"Sorry, Mom, but you gotta lose the shorts. They just don't match."

Susan trembled. "And wear what instead?"

Katherine just giggled. "You're Brother's busty cocksucking mommy now. Get with the program!" She giggled some more, then walked back to her room. She left the doors open as she went, so she'd be able to continue listening.

Katherine had overheard Suzanne indoctrinating Susan with sexy talk, which wasn't hard to do since Suzanne talked to her like that quite often almost every day. She'd deliberately chosen the phrase "busty cocksucking mommy" because she knew it was exactly the kind of thing Suzanne would say.

Those words had hit Susan like a lightning bolt. How dare Angel use that kind of language? I swear, you give an inch and she'll take a mile. But deep down, she was secretly pleased and aroused to no end. As shivers of pleasure ran down her spine, she repeated what had become a personal mantra of sorts for her: I'm my son's personal cocksucker. I live to suck his fat cock! I'm proud to be my Tiger's big-titted mommy slut! That made her feel a lot better; it helped calm her rattled nerves.

Susan complained, "Tiger, did you really have to do that? First, you bring Angel in here to see me like this, then you tell her I'm going to suck you off. I feel so terribly embarrassed!" She looked down at herself and fretted because she could see and feel the rivulets of pussy juice that were dripping down her inner thighs. She desperately hoped her daughter hadn't seen them. Her cunt was throbbing almost painfully because humiliation was such a turn-on for her.

"Sorry, Mom. I didn't realize. Definitely keep the shirt, though. Oh, and lose the shorts, like she said."

Susan found herself in a much better mood. She was even glad in a way that Katherine had come in, thanks to all the praise her daughter had given. She slipped out of her shorts, tossing them aside. Then she looked down and saw that her pussy lips and most of her bush were still exposed. She started to pull her shirt down to cover that, but then she thought better of it. I'm here to service my son's big cock! Visual stimulation is an essential part of that. It's true that he can't stick his hot, stiff pole into my burning pussy, but he can still look at it, right? I know it's difficult for me, but if I stand like this, that'll make his stiffie even stiffer!

She looked at his crotch and noticed both a large bulge and a wet spot where the tip of his dick was obviously straining against the fabric. Oooh! Look at what an effect I'm having! All that yummy pre-cum is leaking out, and soon it's gonna be lubricating my lips as they slide back and forth over his sweet spot until he can't take it anymore! MMMM!

But she still sought reassurance. With her arms still pinned behind her back, she straightened up and thrust her big tits out for his further appreciation. That tented her T-shirt some, causing it to rise enough to expose all of her bush. "So, is my chest nicer than Jamie's?"

"Who?"

"Jamie Lee Curtis. You know, the buxom actress from the movie."

"Are you kidding me? She's a D-cup at best. Your tits are literally twice as big in volume. Sure she's very beautiful, but she can't hold a candle to you."

Susan flashed a smile so bright, it practically lit the entire room. "Tiger! Just for that, I think you need a really long, sloppy, slurpy reward! I'm gonna make you cum so hard your brain will melt!"

He laughed. "I'm totally ready for that! Let it melt."

She was across the room and on her knees in a flash. She unzipped his shorts and grasped his hardness. All her worries and embarrassment melted away and she was in seventh heaven again. Her fingers played on his shaft like she was playing a piano. It almost felt like tickling to him, with all her fingers appearing and disappearing all over his dick at the same time.

She was eager to get to her cocksucking, but she looked back and saw that both Alan's and Katherine's doors were open wide. She couldn't actually see Katherine, but she knew that if Katherine stood in the right spot she'd be able to look into Alan's room and see them. She mumbled, "That Katherine - was she born in a barn?"

She was torn between getting up to close the door and staying with Alan's cock. She started licking his cockhead while she tried to make up her mind. In the end she couldn't tear herself away from Alan's privates, not even for a few seconds. She spoke to the cock-meat her tongue was tickling. Darn you! Darn you for being so hot and thick and long and pulsing and alive! Most of all, darn you for belonging to my wonderful son! What if Angel gets up and look across the hall to see what's happening in here? Heck, she won't even have to move to hear my slurpy noises, once I really get going. What'll happen to my parental authority when-

Oh, darn it! She gave up and engulfed him, cockhead and then some.

A sense of peace immediately came over her. Aaaah! This! This is what I need! Feeling my mouth stretched open wide and my face stuffed full of cock... it's the BEST! And if Angel looks in, then so what? She's just gonna have to get used to it, 'cos I'm gonna be doing this A LOT! And maybe she'll learn a thing or two about how to really serve a masterful cock like this one!

Susan sucked and licked her son's fuck rod for many long minutes. She kept the shirt on since Alan liked it so much. (Plus, she somehow sensed it was helping to keep her extremely horny.)

Meanwhile, directly across the hall, Katherine sat on her bed writing in her diary for the second time that day. (She'd already written about how she and Alan were caught by Susan and all the events leading up to it.)

Dear Diary,

Talk about bizarre! You want bizarre?! I can hardly concentrate on writing this, because of all the loud, slurpy noises coming from Brother's room! That's the sound of our centerfold mom wantonly sucking his cock! She must know that his door is open, and my door is open, and I can hear everything, but she obviously doesn't care.

It's so fucking arousing! I swear, if I hear one more "MMMM!" And you know I will... There she goes! I swear, I'm gonna scream. Okay, I'm not actually screaming, even though she's doing that non-stop, but I totally want to. I'm writing this on my bed one-handed, if you know what I mean. I know you do, but I'll make it clearer anyway: I'm totally jilling myself listening to the sounds of Mom blowing Brother! Is that crazy or what?!

I'm so, so, soooooooo tempted to go over there and peek. Or hell, join in! Would that be great or what? I'd tell Mom, "Congratulations, I pronounce you Fuck Toy Number Two. Now, move over and let Fuck Toy Number One show you how it's done." Then I'd pleasure Brother's cock so well and for so long that he'd pass out! Mom could, I dunno, lick his balls or something. That would ROCK!





Unfortunately, I suppose I shouldn't do that. Technically, Mom says I'm grounded, like I told you earlier. I guess she's still freaked out about her "innocent Angel" having a sex drive, and being in love with Brother. She's probably jealous of the in-home competition. I'm sure Aunt Suzy has seen what's happening and has worked out some kind of plan. Otherwise, why is she brainwashing Mom so relentlessly? God knows I want to take a peek, but even that would probably be pushing my luck - she'd look up and give me more punishments just to make me go away.

That sucks.

But still, things are great overall! The fact that she didn't even get up to close the door shows that she's at least resigned to the fact that I'm a part of this now and there's no point in fighting it! Next time maybe I'LL be the one in there making all the "MMMM!" sounds while she has to finger herself and listen! Then she'd find out what it's like.