Susan could have changed outfits in a minute or so, but she made the most of the situation. She danced until she was totally naked, and then kept on dancing. She was forced to stop to check on the state of the pancakes cooking in the kitchen, but she "forgot" to put her apron on. So after she flipped the pancakes over, she came back and danced a couple more minutes until she had to go back to the kitchen again.
Alan thought while he watched, Mom is getting seriously good at this striptease stuff! I can tell she's putting Suzanne's sashaying lessons to good use with her dancing moves too. Honestly, she could be a professional dancer. Not that I would ever, ever want to see that though, 'cos she's all mine! Heh-heh! I love how she somehow maintains a virginal kind of innocence. It's clear that she's totally loving it, yet at the same time her shame and humiliation is obvious too. She knows that it's wrong, but it's just too pleasurable for her to resist.
Does that make me a bad person, not to stop her from dancing? Nah. She loves it so much. I know that if I did ask her to stop she'd be seriously bummed.
And Sis! She's doing a great job. I love how Mom lets Sis and me fondle each other. Although I suppose I'd better hold off on playing with Sis's pussy until Mom isn't looking. That's one thing she's still really strict about.
Eventually, cooking took up more of Susan's attention and she was forced to stay in the kitchen for a while and put her white erotic apron on. Her apron didn't cover her boobs or her backside at all, but it did cover enough in the front to function as a real apron for once. She also put her high heels back on, signaling the dancing was definitely over (but also signaling the sexy teasing was not).
Katherine and Alan sat at the kitchen counter so they could both better appreciate Susan running around the kitchen. Alan kept his robe wide open while Katherine sat there still topless. As they had done before, they sat up close to the counter edge, both to get a great view of Susan puttering around in the kitchen and so Alan could play with Katherine's pussy without their mother noticing.
Susan had taken to keeping many important cooking ingredients and implements in the lowest drawers possible. Even the lowest rack in the refrigerator now kept all the most frequently used foods. In her mind she liked to think of the new arrangement as her "porn kitchen."
Thanks to this new setup, Susan seemed to spend most of her time bent over with her legs spread wide and straight as boards. Harry Belafonte's calypso music was still playing in the background, allowing her to wiggle her ass around when bent over, and wiggle and groove to the music in general.
She simply couldn't stop smiling. She was delighted at how things were going. She was keeping to her vow not to touch Alan or do anything "improper," and yet she was also having a hell of a fun time. While she wasn't able to fully sashay most of the time, her sashay lessons had taught her much about moving in a sexual manner, and so those lessons informed how she moved around the kitchen.
As if Susan wasn't arousing enough already, she and Katherine tried to keep an erotic banter going while Alan just sat there and listened (and also enjoying getting jacked off). Katherine ended up doing most of the talking, describing the girls in school she thought were most "Alan-worthy." Susan didn't know most of the girls mentioned, but she still made helpful suggestions about all the sexual things Alan could do to them.
Inevitably, much of the discussion centered around Glory, Christine, and Heather. Susan knew that Alan had serious crushes on the first two, and as the head cheerleader and a busty blonde to boot, Heather was arguably the most desirable girl in school. Even Susan knew that. She also knew that he was having sex with her, so she had great fun with some suggestive teasing about it.
As Susan flipped pancakes with her bare backside to her children, she asked, "Tiger, how are things going with Ms. Rhymer? We know you've had a serious crush on her for at least two years now. That's been your main excuse why you didn't ask any girls out. Now that you're a well-hung super stud, I think it's time you add her to your stable."
He pondered how to respond to that. He didn't like lying to his loved ones. However, Glory trusted him to keep their relationship a secret, and if too many people found out, she could lose her job. He figured he had no choice but to keep the secret. It was true he had accidentally spilled the beans to both Amy and Suzanne, but those really had been unintentional.
So he pretended disbelief. "First of all, Mom, I don't have a 'stable.' If I did, that would make you and Sis cows or horses or something."
Susan thought back to the cow fantasy she'd shared with him just the night before. Beaming, she turned to him and bent over, letting her giant tits dangle like udders. "Moo! Moooo! Mooooo!"
Not to be outdone, Katherine did her best to neigh like a horse.
Alan rolled his eyes and pretended to be chagrined, but he secretly loved their antics. "Sheesh. Stop it already or they'll arrest me for bestiality or something. Anyway, I think Glory, er, I mean Ms. Rhymer, is great. I really do. But no dice. I don't want to embarrass myself. She's got a serious boyfriend. His name's Garth. They've been going out for like a year."
Susan had no reason to think he was lying. "Garth? What kind of name is Garth? Sounds like a wussy name if you ask me. Here's what you should do: confess to your sexy teacher about your six-times-a-day medical situation. Tell her that you're desperate for help during lunch. One thing will naturally lead to another, and before you know it, she'll be naked and on her knees, worshiping at the altar of Alan Junior every day at lunch!" She giggled gaily as she poured more pancake batter into the pan, and then started slicing vegetables.
As Katherine stroked his boner, she thought, Hmmm... Curious. Very curious indeed. Where IS he at lunch when he's not painting panties? I hardly ever see him around anymore. Probably, he's having sexy fun with one cheerleader or another. But still, I do know that he spends a lot of time talking to Ms. Rhymer after class. Hmmm... However, she kept her thoughts to herself for now.
Alan was getting a bit hot under the collar because her suggestions were getting a bit too accurate to what was really happening. He lied, "Mom, you and Sis, and Aunt Suzy and Amy, help me out because we're all sorta family and we love each other so much. But out in the real world, I'm still basically a normal guy. True, girls are more interested in me now that I'm bursting with confidence-"
Katherine cut in with a quip. "That's not all you're bursting with." She bent over to take his thickness in her mouth.
But Susan saw the bending motion in the corner of her eye and turned quickly, sending her big melons bouncing above her near-useless apron. "Angel, freeze! You're not supposed to do that. You know the terms of your punishment."
Katherine licked her way around Alan's crown a couple of times.
But then Susan walked around the counter and stood right next to her. She said in a nagging tone, "Angel..."
Katherine reluctantly pulled back up and resumed just stroking him.
Standing so close to Alan's hard-on, Susan sighed happily yet longingly. "Just look at it, cradled in your lovely hands. It's beautiful!"
"It sure is," Katherine gladly agreed, as her fingers danced up and down his erect pole. "Look at the little dab of pre-cum starting to dribble out. Isn't that cute? Soon, my hands are going to be sloshing around in that stuff, and then I'll really be slip slidin' away!"
Then a thought hit her, and she griped, "But hey, am I STILL being punished?"
"Yes, you are," Susan said, proudly sashaying back to the kitchen. She sounded exactly like a typical soccer mom being firm but fair with her children, except that she looked more like a porn star in the middle of a porn scene. She was elevating her ample globes for no other reason than she knew that her son was watching them since they'd started their latest round of bouncing.
Katherine complained. "That sucks. That punishment is so last week. Besides, yesterday I was promised a full cum load from him, and I only got half of one, at best. You and Suzanne monopolize him all the time. I heard the two of you going at it in his bedroom practically all night. Do you know what torture that was for me, hearing all those sexy sounds? I couldn't get to sleep!"
Susan thought back to the night before, and felt very guilty. "I'm sorry. That must have been terrible, hearing all the sexy screaming while you were tossing and turning. I'll tell you what. You can get your missing half load from yesterday today."
"Well, I suppose that's something," Katherine grumbled grudgingly. "Can I lick him a little then?"
"Oh, I suppose."
Katherine immediately bent back over and started licking her brother's shaft while still using her hands to stroke him.
Susan let out a long, satisfied sigh. Aaaaah! I know I'm far too lenient. But his cock does need a great deal of tending. Somehow, I feel so much better, just seeing that Angel is taking good care of it. Although... a powerful cock like Tiger's probably needs two tongues at once to really be maximally stimulated...
No, that's wrong. I can't allow that to happen. If I don't set firm boundaries, we'll end up in a non-stop orgy free-for-all. Still, I can see a certain appeal... Boy, I'd just love to hear his moans of total delight when Angel and I take turns bobbing on his cock! Er, I mean "if," not "when." Actually, I don't even mean "if," because it's not going to happen, and I mean it!
Alan was glad that the conversation had veered away from Glory, because he hated to lie to his loved ones.
Susan brought the conversation back around to the girls in school, but now the focus was mostly on Christine and Heather. Susan was of the opinion that Alan could and should fuck any girl or woman he wanted, so she brushed aside any talk of obstacles. The fact that he was fucking Heather reinforced this belief. She declared that it was time for him to add Christine to his "stable" as well.
Katherine wasn't too happy about that. She tried to be gently discouraging when it came to Christine and Heather. She was jealous and worried about Christine and her impressive looks and talents, while she thought Heather was simply bad news. She wanted her brother to stop fucking the latter, and the sooner the better, but she didn't harp on it because she didn't want to be seen as a party-pooper. At one point, she asked as she licked, "Mom, how come you're eager to see him fuck anything that moves at school, yet you were so obviously jealous about Brenda last night?"
Susan was directly facing her kids now, because she was slicing fruit on the cutting board on the other side of the counter. Even this she did sexily, since the cutting motion kept her big, bare melons constantly moving. She loved that she couldn't see Katherine's face at all, and had to talk to a mass of dark brown hair occasionally rising over the counter edge instead.
She replied, "Was I? Oh dear. I'm sorry about that. I suppose that's because I see those school girls as harmless 'pieces of fluff' for Tiger to enjoy. Besides, I can't help him in school, and neither can you. I know that girls like Heather can help him some of the time at school, but not all of the time. We can't have him suffer seven long hours a day of painful blue balls!"
She looked so concerned about this that Alan was tempted to reveal to her that blue balls weren't nearly as bad as she thought they were, but he kept his mouth shut.
However, Katherine sat up and pointed out, "I'm all for Brother dipping his fuck stick in a variety of sweet honey pots, but there are dangers, you know. For instance, the danger of sexual disease, or even pregnancy. If he's gonna knock anyone up, he should start right here at home first!"
She looked at him significantly, but he just sat there with a blank face. In fact, he was flying high with pleasure, thanks to the way she continued to jack him off, but he wasn't visibly showing it at the moment.
Undeterred, Katherine continued, "Plus, some girls you just have to watch out regardless. For instance, Christine is so smart that she'll sniff out the incest if so much as one look or word is out of place. And Heather is just plain evil!" Having made her point, she ducked back down below the counter edge for more cock licking.
Susan said to Alan as she cut apples and oranges, "Listen to your sister. And I do hope you always wear a condom with girls like that." She gave him a stern look.
He looked down bashfully. He pointed out, "I'm trying. Not only have I been wearing condoms with Heather, but I even had her get tested for sexual diseases."
Katherine groaned. She swirled her tongue around his sweet spot as she complained, "Grrr! With her, you need to test her, like, every other day. And when are you going to stop having sex with her already? You promised that it was just going to be a 'passing phase' kind of thing."
He said defensively, "Yeah, well, that's true. It's just the phase is lasting a bit longer than I expected." That wasn't really true. He had no idea what was going on with Heather. He wanted to talk to Suzanne about it, to see if he should break things off with her, and if so how. But he didn't want to go into all that with his jealous sister.
Susan said, "Now, Angel, be patient. We are Tiger's personal cocksuckers, and his fuck toys."
Katherine cut in, "Hey, Mom. It's kind of precarious for me, leaning over from my stool to Brother's in order to give him a good licking. Since you've given me permission to lick and suck him, can I please take off the rest of my clothes and get on my knees, so I can do a proper job?"
Susan wavered. "I don't know. For one thing, I don't recall saying anything about sucking, just licking. I feel like I give you an inch and you take a mile."
Katherine leapt on that word play opportunity. "Mom, I'll gladly take that inch, and several more, until I'm deep throating him a mile down my throat. Yum!" She giggled, and even Susan had to grin. "But seriously, you just said we're his personal cocksuckers and fuck toys. What's more important than striving to do our best in serving his cock at all times? There's something special about being naked and on your knees with your lips wrapped around his fat shaft, don't you think?"
"Well, that's definitely true," Susan conceded. She started to salivate and felt an extra strong tingle in her pussy as she imagined herself in that position. "Very well, if you must. I can't believe what a softy I am."
"Yeay!" Katherine immediately stripped. Knowing that breakfast was almost ready, she said, "Brother, sit at the breakfast table. I'll see you there in a sec!" She ran away towards the living room.
Alan asked after her, "Where you are going?"
Katherine shouted back, "Mom's not the only one who can wear high heels, you know!"
