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After Suzanne left to make dinner at her own house, Katherine, Susan, and Alan continued to hang out. Once again, Alan was driven to distraction by the clothing, or lack thereof, on Katherine and Susan.
Eventually, Susan insisted to Katherine, "With dinner coming up, I must insist you at least wear something to cover up your privates."
Katherine griped, "And are you gonna keep on wearing that erotic apron?"
Susan sounded indignant. "No, I'm going to change into something else too. This is dinner!" But she was already thinking about outfits that would arouse even more than the apron, if that was possible.
Katherine changed clothes, but she wore the sexiest thing she could think of that technically complied with that order. She was keen on seeing her brother's dick get stiff again, even if she wasn't allowed to personally benefit from it.
She didn't know where Suzanne had bought the extremely tiny bikini that had proven so popular with Alan recently, so she'd decided to devise something of her own. She took scissors to her skimpiest bikini and trimmed the fabric even more, so that there was nearly nothing there at all. It made Suzanne's bikini seem conservative by comparison. She made the cuts look very professional-looking so that her mother would think some women actually wore such things in public.
Again, she decided that short skirts were the best way to go for showing off her butt and pussy. She used the same scissors to cut her shortest skirt even shorter. It was now so short that even when she stood erect and perfectly still, one could see the bottom of her pussy. It was almost a misnomer to still call it a skirt. Her bikini top and skirt were a matching dark green.
Additionally, she wore high heels as she usually did these days when Alan was home. Only Amy was slow to catch on to that, having so far failed to join the other women in wearing high heels constantly when around him. Like Susan, Katherine was starting to connect high heels to sex so much that just looking at a pair of them could make her nipples erect and her pussy moist.
So Katherine outdid her mother for the time being, since Susan was forced to remain cooking in her erotic apron.
Susan realized that she was being temporarily outdone and was very eager for the new clothes Suzanne would hopefully bring back for her later that evening.
While Susan kept cooking, Katherine stood next to Alan in the dining room and let him "get her attention."
Susan complained from the kitchen, "Children, is that really appropriate?"
Katherine replied, "You want him to get erect again, don't you? He's been on the verge for a while now. This might just push him over the edge."
That quieted Susan right up.
Katherine's nearly nonexistent skirt was just the perfect thing to provide Alan access to her pussy. He spent many long minutes rubbing her clit, kissing her here and there, and whispering sweet nothings in her ear until she cried out in climax. He was glad he was able to give back and totally focus on someone else's sexual needs, for once.
Susan, able to see them from the kitchen, was driven to distraction with jealousy, but there was nothing she could do except to try and hurry the cooking.
Alan actually had deliberately willed himself from getting erect until Katherine came, so he could completely focus on her. Once she did, he stopped fighting it and a bulge grew in his shorts.
Katherine announced, "A-ha! Mom, check it out! I told you that would help."
Susan was pleased, especially since she planned to spend a lot of intimate time with him after dinner. But her hands were still tied, since she needed to finish cooking. She said, "Tiger, hang in there! Don't let it go flaccid again, please?"
Katherine suggested, "Mom, I'm know I'm being punished and all, but what if I just stick my hand in his shorts and keep it warm for you for a little while?"
Susan wasn't happy, but she reluctantly said, "Well, I suppose. I'm such a softy. But just keep it nice and stiff. Nothing fancy! And NO oral!"
"Okay, Mom." Katherine jacked him off inside his shorts. She actually preferred it that way, because Susan couldn't see what she was doing exactly, so she couldn't complain.
Meanwhile, Alan initiated a wide-ranging conversation about sexual matters. The two of them discussed the merits of shaved versus unshaved pussies, the various ways to stimulate clits, the merits of using vibrators, and so on.
Katherine quickly recognized that his purpose of all this talking was to get their mother hot and bothered without saying anything "over the line," so she eagerly played the role Alan had hoped she would.
Susan heard every word, and had a hard time cooking as a result. She found herself rubbing her crotch up against sharp corners, like a cat desperately in heat. And since her erotic apron didn't even cover any of her bouncy breasts, she constantly fondled them any moment her hands weren't needed for some cooking task. From time to time she would peer over the counter and see Katherine's hand slipping and sliding inside Alan's shorts, and that practically made her scream with frustration.
She was extremely relieved when the food was finally ready. She rushed up to her bedroom and changed to the sexiest and most revealing thing she could think of. She chose a see-through nightie, open to her belly button. And of course she kept her high heels on.
When dinner began, Susan led the family in prayer, as she always did. But more and more, her sexual mindset was creeping in her prayers too. Several weeks ago, she still had prayed out loud that Alan's energy problem could be cured. But now she prayed that he'd have frequent and prolonged orgasms.
Alan deliberately put more of his attention on Katherine during dinner. He sat right next to her and out of reach of Susan. This allowed Katherine to periodically stick her hand in his shorts and "check" if his penis was still erect. Her vigorous checks lasted for minutes at a time.
Normally, Susan would have chided Katherine about her outfit and made her wear something else for dinner. But she couldn't this time, because she was wearing something scandalously revealing too. Her eagerness for cocky fun after dinner was affecting all of her thinking.
On top of that, Susan was so horny that she even got a thrill from looking at her daughter's nice body. At the same time, she learned through her daughter's moves and poses some different ways to flash her own body.
Katherine felt like she was on a roll. When she wasn't "checking" on Alan's penis, she made every excuse she could think of to stand up and walk around. It was a wonder she ate anything at all. She especially enjoyed dropping things on the floor right next to where he sat and then picking them up without bending her knees, nearly shoving her ass and pussy into his face. At the same time, she'd rub a hand all over her ass and make innocent small talk by saying things like, "Oh, no! Can you believe I dropped the salt shaker AGAIN? I'm so clumsy. I hope you're not looking between my legs right now, Bro, 'cos you'd be able to see EVERYTHING!"
Susan finally complained about Katherine's outfit, asking, "Where on Earth did you get those postage-stamp clothes?" But her real agenda was to try and find out where Katherine got them so she could get something similar.
Katherine didn't let on that she'd made her outfit herself.
A few minutes later, after Katherine bent over lewdly for Alan yet again, Susan leaned forward and caught a good view of her daughter's crotch. She realized that Katherine's pussy was absolutely soaked. She said, "Angel, your cunt... Uh, I mean, your pussy... Um, uh. Let me start again. Your nether regions. They're very wet. It's just a ... big, gooey mess. Why?"
"Mom, do you have to ask? Isn't it the hugest turn-on, exposing yourself to him? Doesn't it just make you wet all the time, or is something else causing that?" She pointed at Susan's obviously erect nipples poking against her see-through nightie, and giggled.
Susan was flustered by that. "That's not really... That's a private matter. Please! Let's settle down here. I run a respectable family. I suppose I'm just curious why you're SO wet. I mean, we all get wet around him, but, well, not like that."
"Come on, Mom," Katherine insisted. "Answer my question first."
"Never you mind about that," Susan replied as she started to blush. "Okay, fine. So I kind of like exposing myself for my son. Heck, I love it! I especially love the hungry way he looks at my big breasts. There! Are you satisfied?" She proudly arched her back and thrust her tits forward, but at the same time, her face turned red.
"I am, actually," Katherine replied. "As to answer your question, remember when he fingered me a little while ago? He got me soooo wet when I came! And it's been nothing but sexy fun ever since."
But Susan got a revenge of sorts soon enough. She had been eating with unusual speed while Katherine posed and played around and hardly had a bite. So when Susan was done, she scooted her chair next to where Alan sat. Without even asking him, she reached her hand under the table and stroked his boner while he continued to eat, much like she'd done for him during breakfast.
She said, "Angel, thank you for keeping him warm, but I've got it under control now." She looked down at Alan's crotch and unzipped his fly, freeing his boner. She licked her lips and smiled. My mouth is going to make love to this glorious pole tonight, that's for sure! Mmmm...
Katherine was frustrated that she couldn't be the one doing the stroking, but she couldn't complain. She was being punished, and Susan had been extremely lenient in letting her help, even if it was for selfish reasons.
As Susan's fingers expertly rubbed Alan's sweet spot, she said matter-of-factly, "By the way, Son, I really do have to apologize."
"You do?" He couldn't imagine for what. He was loving life. With her hand doing amazing things to him at that very moment while he ate her delicious curried grilled kebabs, he couldn't possibly imagine how she could be a better mother.
"I just feel so bad about all the dinners you've been eating lately. We dress so skimpily, and it gets you nice and hard, but then you suffer there until you finish eating. Take last night. We got you so hard that you had to whip out your lovely tool halfway through your meal. But then it just sat there on your thigh, completely unattended until after you'd finished eating. That's just cruel. Don't you agree, Angel?"
"Definitely," Katherine replied, staring at her brother's lap while Susan continued to stroke his boner. She thought, It seems the entire Plummer house revolves around Brother and keeping his cock throbbing with pleasure. COOL! I'm living the fuck toy dream!
Susan went on to say, "Son, I think it's more important that you get instant relief than it is that we all put food in our mouths at the same time. The needs of your cock come first. To cum six times a day or more is just such a difficult task; we all have to try harder to help. Next time, if you get stiff, I'll try not to keep you waiting."
"And what, suck me while I'm eating dinner?" he asked incredulously.
"Okay, if that's what you need," Susan grinned, glad to see that he had suggested exactly what she'd hoped he would. "I promise I'll try harder to please you. Like what I did this morning during breakfast. Do you think it's unseemly if your big-titted mommy sits naked between your legs and gobbles on your thick knob during a meal?"
"Um, no! Not at all!"
Katherine joked, "Somehow, I knew he'd say that."
Susan asked, "Do you like it when your mommy gives you visual stimulation?" With one hand, she pulled down on the straps of her see-through nightie, leaving her totally topless. Her other hand kept on steadily jacking him off.
He just nodded. Dang, Mom is one horny mama today. And it's a frigging Monday. Tomorrow's a Tuesday. I'm going to be literally and actually killed by her horniness before I can live to see another Wednesday! Not to mention, Sis is a totally sexy vixen tonight. If I can make it to Friday, I'll deserve an Olympic gold medal for sheer endurance.
Susan stated as she stroked, "Tiger, I've been thinking that sometimes you're so busy trying to reach your six times a day that you don't have enough time for things like homework. But I'm thinking if we just lightly stroke your big fat boner for long periods of time, you'll be able to reach your target and get things done too. Think of it as a stealth stroking - you won't even know I'm here. We can start practicing during dinner, right now, to see if it bothers your concentration."
She looked at her sliding fingers. "In fact, it seems we've kind of started already. If that works, then we can try doing it when you're doing your homework. Sort of like when Suzanne jacked you off while you read the newspaper yesterday. Does that sound good?"
"You know it does. But what about Sis?" He cast a concerned glance at Katherine, who looked increasingly annoyed at Susan's blatant behavior and wanton display. It was obvious that she dearly wanted to get her hands back on her brother's erection and do all kinds of wild things to it.
"Yeah, what about me?" Katherine seconded. Her postage-stamp bikini top had ridden up her chest, since Susan had pulled her nightie down. She placed her arms underneath her tits to thrust them out even further.
Susan suggested, "Don't worry, Angel. I didn't forget about you. I'm thinking this is a two-woman job. One of us can stroke while the other one eats. And then we'll switch. That way our hands won't get so tired from all the rubbing, and we can all finish eating at around the same time."
Katherine's eyes brightened at that. "Mom, that is a GREAT idea. I don't mind missing dinner completely if I have to, as long as I can have my brother's hot stick in my hand. I mean, he has his condition, and we all need to help out. In fact, when can I take over what you're doing now?"
"Remember that you're still grounded and you gave up your penis privileges for the rest of the day." Susan looked down at Alan's boner and smiled at it. "So this bad boy is all mine tonight." She bent down and briefly kissed the tip of his cockhead while her fingers continually worked on his sweet spot.
Katherine griped, "MooooOOOOoooom! That's not fair!"
"Did you or did you not make a deal about the shopping? So there. But you know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking that if we, as a family, practice this a lot, then eventually Tiger will become accustomed to being jacked or sucked off while he's doing just about anything, kind of like dribbling a basketball without thinking about it. You and I and Suzanne can keep him hard and leaking tasty pre-cum practically every minute of the day!"
The horny mother was working herself up so much that she reached over with a second hand and started vigorously double pumping. "It doesn't matter what he does - studying, showering, eating, reading, sleeping. One of us will be ready with hands or mouth to take care of his needs at all times. Then he'll never have a problem reaching his six-times-a-day target."
Her eyes looked wild and she panted hard, she was so inspired by this new idea. Her massive globes were bouncing in time to her sliding hands. She thought, I love this "stealth" idea of mine! I'm going to be permanently attached to my son's cock! Morning till night! I'm going to show him my love with my mouth, tits, or hands every minute of the day! Literally every minute!
Alan was simply amused. He thought she was simply expressing a wild and completely impractical fantasy. He asked with a cocked eyebrow, "Sleeping?"
Susan was nearly hyperventilating with excitement. She took a moment to breathe slowly and calm down a bit. She slowed her pumping fingers too, and tried to get back to just rubbing his sweet spot with one hand. "Well, okay, maybe not sleeping. I guess I got a little bit carried away with the whole thing. But that's to better explain the general concept of stealth stroking."
He thought, Jesus! Mom is getting seriously out of control. She's getting soooo into the cocksucking concept that it's not even funny. Maybe she's diverting all her pent-up desire to fuck me into cocksucking? I mean, the way she's going on, she HAS to want to fuck me bad. Just hearing her talk, even I get so excited that I want to fuck me! The sexual feeling in the air here is so thick I can cut it with a knife.
Look at Sis. She's got her own heaving-tits thing going on just from hearing Mom talk about this new ridiculous idea of hers. And Sis has pretty ample tits of her own! I'm such a lucky dog. It's a miracle I don't just spontaneously ejaculate prematurely every time I see one of these beauties.
He said, "Mom, let me see if I get this straight. So stealth stroking isn't just a regular handjob, right? It's a totally different thing?"
"Exactly. It's not REALLY a handjob. It's just, well, think of it as one of us keeping your penis comfy and happy. Like what I'm doing to you now." She said this despite the fact that she was giving him a fairly "real" handjob. The only difference was she was back to using only one hand again, and it was rubbing more than making big stroking movements.
He said triumphantly, "So that means stealth stroking doesn't count against Sis's punishment! After all, you just said it doesn't count as a handjob."
Susan sat there, stroking, trying to figure out a way out of that trap. But she quickly gave up. "Oh, poo! I guess you're right."
"Woo-hoo!" Katherine reached across the table and high-fived Alan. "Thanks, Bro!"
Susan secretly liked losing to her son. Every time it happened, it reinforced her belief that he was her natural superior and even her master. She chided Katherine, "Okay, you can help tonight some more without it counting against your limit. Stealth stroking only! But you have to do your best helping with the visual stimulation, to keep him hard and humming with arousal."
"Deal!" Katherine was all smiles.
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