"Good morning, Angel," Susan said. She tried to sound normal, like preparing breakfast in only her high heels and glasses was not out of the ordinary, but her voice was quivery. She grasped the countertop near the stove to keep her shaky legs from collapsing. "How are you doing? Tiger was just, uh..."
"I'm not doing as well as you, I see," Katherine replied, giggling. She had her hands on her hips, and was wearing a leotard, but pulled down so all of her big breasts were hanging out.
Susan frowned at her daughter's outfit and busied herself with cooking, still trying to maintain some reputation and decorum. Then she remembered that she needed to do something about her own nudity, and especially her swampy pussy and inner thighs. With trembling hands, she found her nightie in a heap on the counter and started to put it back on. "It's really not what you think. Really! Tiger was just, um..."
Katherine could have teased Susan some more, but decided her mother needed sympathy at the moment. She didn't want her to have another prudish freak-out. "I know, Mom. He was just slipping it between your legs. I saw."
"Oh, thank goodness!" Susan sighed with great relief. "Because, you know, the other thing is wrong. Completely wrong! Not between mothers and sons!" She looked at the scandalous way Katherine was dressed and wagged a chiding finger at her. "Or between brothers and sisters. Never forget that!"
Katherine rolled her eyes, but again she held her tongue.
Alan was frustrated, mostly because he'd reached a wonderful plateau right on the edge of orgasm that seemed to last forever. But now that had been lost. He found his T-shirt on the floor and put it back on, but he deliberately neglected to put his shorts back on as well.
Susan realized after the fact that it had been a mistake to put her nightie back on so quickly. Her crotch was still totally soaked. In fact, there were rivulets dripping down nearly to her knees. Yet she couldn't clean herself without messing up her nightie or having to bend over and lift it way up. She decided to just ignore her wet condition for the moment, and try to stay facing the stove.
Then she turned her head toward Alan, looking at him with mournful eyes. It seemed like she would cry. "Tiger, I want to thank you for being strong and not... taking advantage of the situation. But we shouldn't have gotten into that position in the first place!" She explained to Katherine, "He started getting my attention, and well, somehow things just got out of hand. It's a good thing you came in when you did."
Susan looked back to her son. "Could you please not do that again? You know, getting your penis that close to my... you know. With all that rubbing up against me like that, it's more than I can take! If we keep doing that, something might happen! We really, really can't do anything like that again. Absolutely."
"Okay, Mom, okay. Sorry." He sat on a stool by the kitchen counter, buried his head in his hands for a minute, and tried to get a grip on himself. He wasn't sad; he just needed to control his horny urges. Fuck. I think I'm going to have a nervous breakdown if I don't get to fuck Mom soon. Fuck! What awful timing! If only Sis had waited a minute or two more...
He sighed, and then looked up at his mother. Now she's just cooking breakfast as happy as you please. Technically she's "dressed," but she looks even more obscene and fuckable in that outrageous see-through nightie than if she was still buck naked! I don't believe it. How am I supposed to cope with all this round-the-clock temptation? Well, I gotta fuck something. I need to put my dick in some hole right now or I'm going to burst!
He looked at his sister, now standing above him.
Katherine said lustily to her brother, "Big Brother, aren't you going to say hello to me too? I don't think you've fully 'captured my attention.' This outfit is especially suited for just that very thing; that's why I wore it."
"I'm sorry, Little Sis. Niiiice outfit, by the way." He took a better look at his sister standing in front of the refrigerator just a few feet away, wearing something she and Suzanne had bought the night before. At first glance it looked like a shiny silver one-piece leotard or bathing suit, until he realized that her boobs and pussy were uncovered.
She came closer, allowing him to rub against the smooth skin of her crotch. She even put her hands behind her head, striking a sexy, submissive pose while making clear that she wasn't going to do anything to stop him.
He was careful not to go inside her pussy with his fingers (because of the latest rule on touching that his mother had imposed). But her clit was fair game, so he paid it a lot of attention. His other hand ran up and down her legs. He thought, Maybe I'll be able to fuck her somehow before school. At least fuck her mouth. Something. Anything! I'm so horny right now, it's almost not a joke to say it's a good thing there aren't any sheep around here! Sheesh!
Susan turned from her cooking and watched her two children. After only another minute or two, she said, "Okay. I think you've got her attention by now." Normally she would have had a hissy-fit at seeing her daughter in such an outfit, but as happened so frequently these days, she couldn't really complain given what she herself had been wearing and doing.
Besides, she was getting hotter and hotter just watching, imagining that the nearby pussy that Alan was playing with was her own. She felt completely naked because the silky nightie draped on her very loosely. The feel of the cloth as it brushed against her skin was a constant turn-on, and the smell of her pungent, wet pussy only aroused her even more. The previous night's fashion show was the unspoken thought on everyone's mind, in part because virtually all the outfits they had worn were just like what she and Katherine were wearing at that moment.
"Hey, no fair, Mom!" Katherine complained as she reluctantly pulled away and sat down on a stool next to her brother. "Talk about double standards. You said he could touch my pussy just like he could touch your ass. And you've just been at it for way longer!"
Alan had taken his hand away, but said, "Okay, fine. But Mom, I'm soooo aroused from what we just did that I think I'm going to pop a gasket. If I can't get off with Sis, then you have to help me. Somebody. Anybody!"
Susan tried to sound like a reasonable mother, as she fought her own lusty urges. "Well, Tiger, I think things got a little out of hand just now. Thankfully, Angel came along in time. What we all need to do is cool down a little."
Alan griped, "That's easy for you to say, Mom, but that's not how guys' plumbing works. I'm so hard and throbbing that I just gotta get off!"
Katherine looked over at her brother's boner, poking out below the edge of his shirt (since he hadn't put his shorts back on). She said, "Mom, have some mercy on the poor guy. His cock is stiff and needy. Are we not his personal cocksuckers? This is our duty, to take care of it. After all, aren't we trying to get him to cum as much as possible?"
Susan frowned. She wasn't worried about Alan cooling down so much as she wanted herself to cool down. She was frightened by what she had almost allowed to happen. But the fact that she was still terribly horny made her susceptible to suggestions. "Well... I don't know..."
Alan begged, "Oh, come on Mom, please!"
Katherine continued to press his case for him. "Mom, look at you. You're wearing that totally see-through, totally sexy nightgown, and high heels to boot! You can't take a step without showing off your gigantic bouncing boobies, your firm bubble butt, and your sopping wet pussy. Have mercy on the guy. Your outfit screams 'I live to suck my son's fat knob.' So if you won't let me do it, do it yourself!"
Susan turned quickly, fully exposing her front, causing her big breasts to sway wildly, moving around like extremely full and firm water balloons.
Alan growled with lusty frustration.
Susan suggested, "Angel, you do have one time you're allowed a day, you know. You could use that now."
Katherine replied, "I'm tempted, but no. I'm not gonna use up my time when he's gonna blow in like two seconds. You do it."
Smiling, Susan walked around the counter, knelt in front of him, and began jacking him off. "Well, if you insist."
She breathed sexily directly on his cockhead. "Mmmm! It's wet and sticky already, just the way I like it. Tiger is such a good boy. Such a big, good, smart, understanding, and terribly cum-filled boy. Mommy's so proud of her sex-stud son. What do you think? Is Angel right? Does my outfit scream 'I live to suck my son's fat knob?' Because if it does, maybe I should do just that."
"Yes! Yes!" he groaned. "Please! Please!" Normally, he tried to retain control of sexual situations, or at least the appearance of control. He'd noticed women found that sexy and appealing. But at that moment he'd so lost his cool that he was on the verge of begging.
Katherine urgently pointed out, "Mom, he could blow at any time, and look at you!"
Susan looked down at herself in confusion, even as she stroked Alan's boner. "What?"
"You're seriously overdressed. You're the one who always says that we have to be topless when serving his cock."
"But I'm effectively completely nude wearing this," Susan said while steadily pumping her son's shaft.
"True, but that's a nice, expensive outfit, and you just know he's gonna shoot all of his hot, sticky cum all over you."
Katherine was going to say more, but Susan quickly agreed. "Good point!" However, instead of undressing, she started licking Alan's sweet spot. At the same time, she mumbled through her licks, "Angel, could you please... pull this off my shoulders?"
"Certainly!" Katherine got very touchy-feely with her mother as she pulled the nightie down. She loved running her hand over Susan's silky smooth back. She was tempted to do more, but she didn't want to push her luck, at least without some excuse. So, once the nightie was pulled down around Susan's waist, she asked, "Should I take it all the way off?"
"Nmmm-nmmm." Susan was so intent on licking that she didn't speak very clearly, but it was enough for Katherine to understand. The horny girl reluctantly let go and went back to sitting on her stool.
Even though Susan felt like she was just getting into the blowjob, Alan felt his balls tightening up after only a minute or two. He'd really meant it when he'd said that he wanted to get off right away, because he was still so worked up from nearly fucking his mother. As a result, he made little attempt to prolong the action.
Susan had been manipulating his balls, so she felt his orgasmic surge coming and quickly positioned her mouth. She wrapped her luscious lips around his shaft in time to get the first rope of cum in the back of her throat. The feel of his cum striking her throat was like heaven on Earth to her.
Alan closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He was in ecstasy, so gave in totally to the experience. He yelled out loud, much more than he'd been doing for most of his recent orgasms. The pleasure was so intense that he nearly passed out.
Knowing that no one would pay any attention to her during his climax, Katherine furtively fingered her own pussy and clit. She was glad that she'd chosen an outfit that made such fingering easy to do.
When Alan came back to Earth, he looked at his mother. Her facial expression was an incredible turn-on. She had been as overcome with bliss as he. Cum dribbled from the corners of her mouth, flowed down her chin, and dripped down onto her chest. He was pleased at how good he'd apparently made her feel. With each new blowjob she gave, her nervousness and doubt grew less and less, while her skills got better and better. She was more than fully comfortable in her cocksucker role now, even with Katherine sitting right next to her, watching closely. Her face was one of pure contentment, like a crying baby instantly turned happy when it was given a bottle or nipple to suck on.
She inhaled slowly and deeply before letting out a sigh of supreme satisfaction. "Aaaaaaah!"
Katherine grumbled, "Mom, I'm so envious. I can smell his sweet cum, but I can't taste it! And you, you look beautiful, with long spermy strands dangling from your chin!"
Susan inhaled again, sighing happily. "I feel beautiful!" She swiped a finger over her cummy chin and then sucked the finger clean.
Katherine groaned in frustration. "Mom, I'm dying here. Can I at least lick him clean?"
Susan started licking Alan's balls, as if worried that Katherine would beat her to it. "Sorry. This is part of how I show my appreciation for his spermy reward. Don't worry; your punishment will be over soon, and then you'll be able to spend countless hours cleaning him with your tongue."
Katherine huffed, "I know. But that doesn't help me now. Grrr!" Giving up, she stood up and walked around the counter to the kitchen. "Bro, I'm gonna have some Honey Nut Cheerios. Want some?"
"Sure."
Susan continued licking his penis and balls, cleaning them completely, even as her two children ate their cereal.
Then Susan pulled her nightie back up and resumed cooking, as if nothing more unusual had happened than, say, someone having to answer the phone.
Soon, the rest of their breakfast was ready. Susan licked up the cum still on her face and then sat on the third stool on the other side of Alan to eat her own breakfast.
Alan felt a wave of relief to finally get release. His desire to fuck his mother abated temporarily, so for a while he felt ashamed that he'd had thoughts of raping her. But within minutes he was already getting horny again.
This is the disadvantage of sitting on stools instead of at the dining table, he thought. These two beautiful women aren't on display as much since we're all staring forward, and I can't play with Katherine under the table with my toes. Oh well, it's not like I can complain after all that's happened this morning already.
