When Susan came back with the nightie, Alan and Katherine were still busy with the feet rubbing, but they'd moved their chairs away from the table so there was now nothing between them. That way, Katherine could better see and control what her feet were doing.
Susan was still dressed in her ordinary clothes, but she began taking them off. "I hope the two of you are happy. This is so humiliating." She was still more huffy than usual and didn't make any effort to be particularly tantalizing while undressing.
Alan felt bad about her frustrated mood, which he didn't understand. He said, "But Mom, this is supposed to be visual stimulation for my medical treatment, remember? Can't you be more, well, stimulating?"
"Sorry, Son, it's just that this is so strange to me. It doesn't come easy." Since she was adhering to the no-underwear rule, it didn't take her long to get naked. Then it took her an extra minute to bend over and change into her high heels, during which she wiggled her ass in Alan's direction. Both of her children could easily see her pussy and how wet it already was.
But once she was undressed, she just stood there awkwardly with a hand over her bush, not knowing exactly what to do. She knew she had to put the nightie on next, but she rather hoped one of her children would give her a naughty order first.
At that point Katherine said, "I smell something burning."
"Oh dear! The French toast! I forgot all about it!" Susan rushed off to the kitchen, still wearing no clothes. She was forced to clutch her boobs as she ran to prevent them from swinging too wildly. She left the nightie she was supposed wear back on the table.
While she worked at the sink to dispose of the burnt toast and clean the pan, she thought, Why does this seem to always happen to me lately? I'm completely naked and serving my children hand and foot! It's so undignified. I'm the sole adult here; I'm the mother. Why does it seem like my son is the one in charge? Just because my nipples are so hard and needy, longing for his lips to suck on them like he did yesterday, does that give him some right to cram his tasty big cock down my throat all the time, whenever he feels like it?
Darn it, that sounds too sexy! I have to STOP thinking about slathering my tongue all over his sweet spot or I'll never calm down. I can't help it if my pussy gets this wet from being naked - my body is betraying me!
As soon as the nude mother was gone and otherwise occupied, Katherine whispered, "So, Big Bro, how do you like what I'm doing with my feet? Kind of like a handjob, so I guess maybe it's a footjob."
"Pretty cool, actually. I never would have thought of it, but it feels great!" He grew serious and leaned forward. "However, about Mom..."
Katherine also leaned in closer to hear his extra-quiet whisper. She put her hand on one of his knees to do so, but quickly moved from there to stroking his meaty shaft with that hand instead of just her feet.
He said very quietly, "As good as that feels, would you be willing to take one for the team?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, get Mom to take over. She's wavering, but we need to end her mood swings."
"You just like how she tends your cock better."
"Do not!"
"Do too!" Both of Katherine's fists slid up and down Alan's dick as they argued. She started going faster and faster as her jealousy and anger grew.
He spoke quietly but insistently. "Do not, really! You're fantastic. It's just that we need to be strategic here."
"You're just saying that."
Susan said from over in the kitchen, "Here comes breakfast!"
The kids looked over and saw her standing naked while attempting to bring over their breakfast cereal. Because one of her hands was modestly covering her pussy, she could only hold the cereal box in her other hand and had to leave the bowls and milk behind.
Tottering along in her high heels, she thought, Okay, things are back to normal. This is just like a typical morning. Well, almost. So I'm kind of naked. That's not a total disaster, is it? After all, some families live as nudists, right? Even Adam and Eve were nude. Besides, I'll be able to put on my nightie just as soon as I have a minute. What's important is to get through this in a relatively normal way and get the kids off to school.
As she walked across the dining room, she said, "The French toast, unfortunately, was unsalvageable. But I'm making another batch. Meanwhile, you should get started with this." As she got closer, she saw Katherine was using two hands instead of her feet on Alan's boner. She chided, "Angel, what did I say about using your hands?"
"Sorry, Mom. I don't mean to be disrespectful, but it's just so hard to get him to cum! I can't get enough pressure with my feet, and we have to get to school before long. Do you want him to go to school practically bursting with all that tasty cum?"
"Hmmm. Oh dear. That is a good point." Susan stood with the cereal box held strategically in front of her crotch, but she finally had to put it on the table. She was blushing furiously, despite her attempt to look and act calm.
She placed her hand where the box had been to keep some semblance of modesty, but that left her fingers so close to her clit that she was tempted to start jilling herself right there. Dear Lord! I'm so very horny. Just look at Angel's fingers sliding up and down and all around Tiger's thick meat! There's so much cummy goodness needing to be stroked and licked and sucked that I just HAVE to touch myself! At least a little bit, can't I? Please?!
No! I can't! I have to be strong. I need to tell them to stop - right now!
Without saying anything more, she hurried back to the kitchen naked, trying in vain to cover her ass as she went.
Alan thought, It's weird. On the one hand I feel bad to see Mom so obviously distraught. But on the other hand it's a huge turn-on! That's so wrong. She's my mom. I shouldn't be making her do stuff like this. But I can't help it; she's just too busty and sexy! I lose all willpower around her!
Susan soon came back, with her breasts wobbling and bouncing in every direction as she attempted to hold the milk, two bowls, and spoons while keeping her pussy covered as much as possible.
His enjoyment of her sexy walk to and from the kitchen was greatly enhanced by his sister's continued two-fisted handjob.
Susan put everything on the table. "Finally! You two naughty kids eat up. We're running behind, thanks to all these shenanigans. I really shouldn't be allowing any of this."
But neither Alan nor Katherine was touching their food - they were having too much fun.
Susan put her hands on her bare hips. "You two, I go through all this trouble to cock you food; the least you can do is eat me. ... I mean it! Eat IT. The food!" She blushed.
Katherine burst into giggles. "'Cock you food?'"
Susan had only noticed the second Freudian slip, so she blushed even more when she realized that she'd also made the first one. Somehow, standing naked before her children and blushing profusely with her head bowed down in shame turned her on even more. She could feel rivulets of her juices rolling down her inner thighs, and hoped and prayed that her kids wouldn't see just how hot and wet she was for her son.
Looking anywhere but at her children, she decided to retreat back to the kitchen and recover from her humiliation there. She did so, but as she walked away, about the only thing she could think of was the hope that her son was admiring the rise and fall of her bare ass cheeks.
By this time, she was so horny that as soon as she reached the kitchen she turned around and headed back to the dining room table. She did her best to walk in a slow and sexy manner. But as she did she thought, Drat! He's hardly even looking at me. Angel is sticking close to him, using all of her feminine charms as well as her ten sliding fingers. I need to up my game!
Suzanne's been talking about giving me "sashaying lessons." I've been doing the practice exercises she gave me, but she says I'm still not ready for prime time. How I wish I could wow my Tiger by walking just like Suzanne does! It's true I've been getting good at strutting, but strutting moves me far too fast.
All too soon, Susan reached the table. She still wasn't having much luck attracting Alan's attention. Noticing the nightie still lying there, she picked it up and mumbled, "At least now I can finally get into some clothes!" She slowly put it on, trying to surreptitiously wipe her thighs clean in the process. She wasn't sure if she was trying to be more responsible by wearing something, or if she was simply attempting a reverse strip-tease by getting dressed in a very sexy manner. In truth, it was a little bit of both.
The funny thing was though, the nightie was so transparent that it hardly made any difference at all. It certainly did nothing to support her still wildly wobbling breasts. If anything, it only made her look more desirable.
After she'd pulled the nightie over her head, she continued to stand there and watch Katherine's two-handed stroking. She thought, Okay, they have their cereal now. This is the time for me to put my foot down. I have to be like Suzanne. I have to be tough! We should have a NORMAL breakfast like normal people. No cock stroking! Or at the very least, if cock stroking has to be done, I should save Angel the indignity of having to do it.
Yes, the more I think about it, it's my duty to protect her as much as possible. I've already been corrupted by becoming his personal cocksucker, well, one of them at any rate, so it wouldn't be so bad if I were to take his magnificent, powerful meat in my hands, and rub and stroke it with love until he showers me with a fountain of spermy goodness! Mmmm! Yes!
Katherine could read Susan's mood from her face. She realized that something needed to be done before Susan started asserting control. That way, she could take credit for what was going to happen anyway. She winked at Alan behind their mother's back, and said, "Speaking of running behind, I've got a bunch of things to do upstairs. Here, Mom, why don't you take over?"
Susan's determined face crumbled into an uncertain yet needy one. "What, you mean, with Tiger's cock, er, I mean, member?"
Katherine grinned and nodded.
Susan's voice rose with alarm. "But what about the French toast?"
"Try multi-tasking."
Susan thought, NO! I'm going to put my foot down, just like I said! Someone has to put a stop to all this debauchery. But even as she thought this, she found herself taking Katherine's place in the chair, taking over stroking Alan's erection only seconds after Katherine let go of it.
As her hands started to pump up and down on his wet shaft, her boobs wobbled and swayed enticingly underneath her nearly nonexistent nightie. That wasn't by accident; she remembered Suzanne's advice to always keep her boobs moving through subtle methods such as sometimes pressing one or the other of her upper arms against them.
With Alan's cock in her hands and her boobs jiggling, she felt a sense of calm and happiness come over her. Somewhere in the back of her mind a voice was continuing to complain about the impropriety of it all, but she shooed the voice away, like she would for a bothersome buzzing fly. Hmmm. Well, maybe this is for the best. After all, I'm preventing my darling Angel from being seduced by this tall tower of male perfection! Mmmm! So thick and long!
Katherine just stood there watching her mother's hand slide up and down. She decided that she wasn't in such a big hurry after all. Playfully referring to Susan's earlier Freudian slip, she told her mother, "Now you're really cockin'!" and then burst into giggles.
Susan pouted, "Angel! That's mean." But her hands didn't slow their sliding even slightly.
Katherine suggested, "Boy, look at the time. Bro and I will have to go to school before too schlong." She was again poking fun at the Freudian slips, but Susan didn't know what "schlong" meant and Alan was too absorbed in the handjob to do much more than grin, so Katherine ended up being the only one to giggle at her own joke.
She went on with sincere encouragement, "Mom, maybe you should suck him off to make him blow that much faster."
Susan licked her lips. She didn't need much convincing. "Well, if you think so..."
"Definitely! After all, you don't want us to be late for school, do you? It's the only proper thing to do, when you think about it. Oh, and you'll need to take that nightie off. It looks really expensive and you could ruin it when Alan erupts his tasty cream all over you."
"Oh, poo! But I just put it on!" It's happening again! Everyone's always conspiring to get me to take all my clothes off. It's not right! But while one part of her mind was complaining, the rest of her loved the idea.
"Them's the breaks." Katherine figured that since she couldn't keep Susan from Alan's hard-on anyway, she might as well help with breaking down her barriers. That would help them all have more fun in the future. By this time she was standing behind Susan and looking in Alan's direction, so she winked secretly at him once again.
He just smiled back. Katherine's cooperative attitude was definitely winning points with him.
Susan compromised and pulled her nightie down to her waist rather than taking it all the way off. She knew Alan was probably going to squirt all over her face or chest, so she needed to keep those bared. I have to keep some boundaries, some restraint, or my son will be plugging my cunt with HARD COCK before too long! Mmmm! He'll ride his mommy hard and deep! MMMM! Yes! So full! Oh, I can't even think about it. I can't! Mmmm! Must suck cock instead!
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