Part 60: Baby Got Back

Day 61: Friday, November 15

Chapter 1

The mood at Friday morning's breakfast was extremely tense. When Susan woke up, she'd vowed to herself that she would let Katherine do all the pleasuring of Alan before school, since her appointment with Xania the therapist was in a matter of hours. She'd made the same pledge the day before though, and only had mixed success in following through on it.

Both Susan and Alan were aware that Katherine felt she wasn't getting enough attention from Alan lately, and the constantly horny daughter was getting increasingly disgruntled about it. So Susan wore a heavy and conservative top and a dress that went all the way down to her ankles. She hoped that would be enough to redirect Alan's attention to her daughter and, if it wasn't, she planned to explicitly point him that way.

Alan, however, had different ideas. He woke up extra early just to make sure he'd have some fun time with his mother, in case the psychologist visit put her back in another prudish mood for who knows how many days afterwards.

When he came downstairs, Katherine wasn't there yet, since he'd gotten up early, but Susan already was. As soon as he walked into the kitchen, he said hello to her, and gave her a rather chaste peck on the cheek. He then did the very last thing Susan expected: he very deliberately started pulling up the back of her dress.

"Ti-Ti-Tiger! What are you doing?!" She was honestly surprised that he wasn't deterred in the slightest by her dress.

He purred warmly, "What's it look like? I'm 'getting your attention, ' just like I'm supposed to." He started fondling her ass cheeks, delighting in the sensual feel of filling his palms with her bare butt. He was relieved and quite pleased to see that she wore no panties despite her long dress.

"But Tiger! You don't need to this morning. You already 'got my attention' with your kiss. Besides, today is the day for the appointment with the psychologist. I ... I don't feel comfortable doing these kinds of things!"

But while her words said one thing, her body said another. The horny mother found herself spreading her legs until it seemed like her ankles must be far apart, even as she kept her knees locked to remain standing upright. She felt her buttocks separate ever so slightly with her change in posture, which allowed the cooler air of the kitchen to steal its way into the crack of her ass, stimulating the sensitive flesh there and causing her arousal levels to surge even higher.

But Alan wasn't deterred by her half-hearted protests in the slightest. As if this sort of thing happened every day, he unzipped his fly and let his erection bounce free.

Susan heard his zipper coming down, and it sounded as loud and scary to her as if thunder and lightning was hitting the house. Just the thought of what it meant had her shivering with lustful anticipation, both fearing and craving the touch of his erection on her defenseless rear end.

He murmured hotly by her ear, "That's probably because you're not wet yet, Mom. Here, let me help you with that." He then shifted his hands and focused his attention on toying with her meaty pussy lips from behind with his thumb and index finger.

She really wanted to say something forceful to get him to stop, but she found herself just moaning in ecstasy as her son's fingers made her wetter and wetter. God, I'm so hopeless! Please, Lord, give me strength! No, on second thought, don't. I'm such a wanton son-loving slut. He's just too well-hung and manly to resist. And he hasn't even touched me with his great big cock yet!

He kept on fondling her pussy lips, making her wetter and wetter. She even salivated, anticipating blowjob action in her near future.

She thought, I shouldn't allow him to touch me there! That area is forbidden, or at least it should be! It's terribly improper ... but it's SO HOT! When he acts all dominant like this, how can I hope to resist?!

After a minute or two, Alan found himself annoyed by the dress that kept falling down over his hands and obscuring his view of his mother's fine ass. So he said, "Mom, I think you're wearing too many clothes. Lose the dress."

"But Son!"

He pointed out, as if it were perfectly reasonable, "I have complete say over what you wear or don't wear, don't I?"

Damn! Why does he have to mention that fact? It gets me too horny! She protested, "But ... today's the psychologist appointment!"

There was a certain pleading in Susan's voice that could get Alan to do what she wanted. But he was determined to try being more aggressive. Plus, a "Bad Alan" urge was welling up inside of him. So he simply pulled the zipper on her back and then yanked her dress off her shoulders and all the way down to the floor.

She squealed, "Son! Please!" She twisted and squirmed in his grip, but made no real effort to get away.

He reached up her body, pulled her shirt up to her armpits, and squeezed her ample tit-flesh. He knew that would help her resolve weaken in a hurry. "Sorry, Mom. Rules are rules. What are you supposed to wear when cooking breakfast?"

Susan loved how he overruled her so authoritatively. She said in an orgasmically strained voice, "Whatever you tell me to wear! You're the boss." She stepped back into him until her ass found his crotch. Then she shamelessly ground her hips against his unleashed boner.

Sensing whatever resistance she'd had was shattered, he went back to fondling her ass cheeks and her pussy poking between them. He particularly focused on fingering her pussy lips mercilessly. "But if I don't say anything specifically?"

"Good mommies wear aprons!" she gasped, as she humped back against his hand.

"And?" He was expecting her to add something like, "And that's all."

But she answered, "And high heeled shoes." She was instantly regretful that she wasn't wearing them at the moment, since she hadn't expected him to come down early. Plus, she really hadn't expected him to start anything. She was starting to realize how hopelessly naïve she was on that point.

"And?"

"My glasses."

"And?"

"Oh, and a smile." She smiled as she thought of that. She arched her back and thrust her ass out even further to give him improved access to her pussy lips.

That answer pleased Alan too. "Very good." Up till now, his exposed hard-on was just bouncing in the air. But now he held it with one hand and began rubbing it right over Susan's asshole and up and down on the sensitive skin between there and her pussy lips.

What if I take her pussy right now? Why the hell not? Or at least her ass. I gotta do her ass! Fuck! What would my Mom's ass look like with my cock fucked into it? What would her face look like, contorted in total ecstasy?!

Susan whimpered in complaint. However, she did have enough resistance to say, "Tiger, really! Please! Please don't stick that in anything? This appointment is important for me. I can't spend all morning dreaming about and worshipping your well-hung cock like I usually do. I need a clear head. Promise me that when Angel comes downstairs, you'll play with her."

Alan could feel his resolution to be more aggressive wavering. Those seemed like very good reasons to take it easy, especially about the psychiatrist visit. So he relented and just rubbed the head of his erection across her ass cheeks. However, he decided he could tease her some more, at the very least. "Okay, Mom. So you want us to play something like Monopoly? I don't think there will be nearly enough time for that before school."

"No, not Monopoly. You know. Mmmm." She was already having a difficult time talking because she was panting so much.

He relentlessly worked his fingers in and out of her hot box. "No, I don't know. Cards? Maybe we should play cards. That'll go quicker."

"No, not cards! Tiger, I want you to ... to ... play with her body. Ugh! Mmmm! Your sister's body! God, I'm such a horrible mother, but it's true. I want you to play with her sexy body! MMMM!"

He knew he had her really hot to trot when she started making her usual "MMMM!" noise. That noise was music to his ears. He goaded her, "What parts?"

"Do I have to say?" Realizing that she was only delaying the inevitable, she said, "Her tits, Son. Your sister has very nice tits. I want you to squeeze them and lick them. And her ass! God, you sure know how to play with asses!"

She giggled, feeling his erection drag across her left buttock even as she said that. "And kiss her on the lips! Give her the most unbrotherly and sinful kiss you can! MMMM! Rip her top off and shove your tongue down her throat! Uh! Ugh! MMMM! Yes! Tame her and own her, just like you do me!"

"Okay, but why? Is it because of the appointment or because it makes you hot to watch?" He pressed down repeatedly on her clit as he asked this.

"Both! Dear God, it's so wrong, but I love it! Do all- ugh! Do all kinds of nasty and naughty things with her. Mmmm! ... Oooh! That tickles! ... Do anything and everything with her, except for that one thing. Uh! Show her who's the man of the house!"

By this point, Susan was hotter than a burning stove. She was right on the verge of a massive climax.

But he wanted to keep her as horny as humanly possible. So he withdrew his probing hand and said, "Okay. However, if you're not gonna play with Alan Junior, I expect to at least see more visual stimulation from you. Do you realize you're not even wearing high heels?"

She gasped with heartfelt dismay. "I'm so sorry!"

"Bad mommy!" He smacked her hard across both ass cheeks.

That turned out to be a mistake to his plans to keep her on the edge, because that and the "bad mommy" comment aroused her so much that she lost control and fell to her knees, convulsing and shuddering as an orgasmic wave nearly rendered her mindless from pleasure.

He realized he'd need to keep her hot or she'd likely have post-orgasmic regrets. Her mood swings had been very volatile leading up to the psychologist appointment. So as soon as her orgasmic overload began to subside, he said, "You've been a very bad girl. Not only are you not wearing high heels, but you've got a shirt on under that apron too. How am I supposed to enjoy your big tits when they're all bundled up like that? Take it all off, right now!"

Her massive melons were hardly "bundled up" since he'd pulled her shirt up a little while ago and her apron didn't cover them either. But any clothes were too many clothes for her in her current erotic mood. She stood up and immediately began removing what little she still had on. He's right. I am such a very bad and naughty mommy. How dare I hide my tits like this? I just hope he'll spank me some to better show me my place around here. As she finished disrobing, she muttered to herself, "A good mommy is a naked mommy."

She remembered the words Alan had told her two weeks ago and which she repeated multiple times a day like a mantra to improve her self-confidence: "Thrust your chest out and proudly poke your big tits high in the air, because you have nothing to be ashamed of." With her hands behind her back, she arched her back and thrust her bare chest forward.

He had been holding his erection already, and he started to stroke himself while he watched her get fully naked and present herself for his enjoyment. When she was all done, he said, "Good. Maybe there's hope for you yet. Now, present your ass for inspection."

She bent over the counter and thrust her ass up and out. She didn't know much about other submissive people and how they lived their lives, but she did know that she felt an incredible natural high being ordered about like this.

As he ran his fingers up and down her ass crack, she told him in a sultry voice, "You know, yesterday, Suzanne stuck a finger up my asshole. It was ... interesting! Oh, and I'm totally clean in there right now." She'd had an enema after waking in the hopes that something like this would happen, but she was too shy to tell him about that.

"Oh really? You mean like this?" He thoroughly licked his index finger to get some lubrication on it. Then he immediately began "inspecting" her asshole with his finger.

Just as has happened with Suzanne yesterday, Susan's anal muscles immediately tightened up, because she wasn't used to such intrusions. It was a completely involuntary reaction, but Susan still was a bit startled how her body responded.

Alan was also surprised at just how tightly she clamped down against his finger, but he persevered. It took a while, but eventually she loosened up a little bit, and he had her panting and moaning again.

While he was doing that, she thought, How do I get myself in these situations? I promised myself this morning that I'd be tough and keep my clothes on. Well, at least most of them. But look: he's got my naked hooters mashed up into the counter again, as he completely has his way with my buck naked body - again! Mmmm! YES! God, it's a miracle he hasn't fucked my pussy raw already. I suppose it's only because he's so considerate for my needs. What a good son! MMMM!

Another minute or so passed, and his finger started to slide in and out quite deeply, now that Susan's ass was relaxing more.

This excited her no end. As she lewdly wiggled back on his finger, she thought, Tiger is fucking my ass! True, it's only his finger now, but tomorrow it might be his HUGE COCK! He's going to have his wicked way with me, spearing me in my wrong hole, and there's nothing I can do about it! Thank goodness that I've been talking with Suzanne about anal sex lately, because it looks like he's about to have his perverted way with my naughty ass! Mmmm!

(She forgot that the reason he was fingering her ass now was because she'd just explicitly told him that Suzanne had done the same to her yesterday.)

What can I do to stop him?! Nothing! That means that from now on, I've gotta have an enema every morning, because he could bend me over any piece of furniture at any time, and RAM HIS COCK UP MY ASS! Mmmm! Yes! Just like he's doing with his finger now, only MORE! Bigger! Fuller! Even better! Oh, son! Please! Take my ass!

He stopped his anal probing when he had her extremely hot to trot again. He could tell that she was responding positively to his anal probing by the way she was breathing, "mmmm"-ing, and wiggling her ass, but he had no idea just how excited and fevered her thoughts were. He carefully pulled his finger out before casually saying, "Okay, you can put your apron back on now. I don't want us to get too excited too soon."

Susan forced herself to calm down, so he wouldn't realize just how excited she was (since he said he didn't want her too excited). After a long pause, she managed to bring her wild breathing under control. Then she turned around and smiled at him. She said, "Hold on, Son. I just don't feel right without my high heels, now that you've pointed it out. I feel naked without them."

He chuckled and pointed out, "Mom, you ARE naked right now."

"I know, but that's totally different. That's the good kind of naked that makes my heart race and my nipples tingle. Whereas having you see me without my heels on makes me feel unhappy and incomplete. Why don't you eat something while I get my sexy shoes? I'll also check on Angel to see what's taking her so long."

Chapter 2

So Alan was left alone, but not for long. A couple of minutes later, as he was eating a bowl of cereal, he watched while Susan and Katherine walked into the dining room together.

Susan looked great wearing nothing but heels, glasses, and an apron (a different one this time - her other one was still crumpled up on the kitchen floor). She'd even tied her hair into a ponytail for extra unusual "visual stimulation."

But for this moment at least, Katherine was in another league of sexy appeal altogether. She stood buck naked, licking her lips, looking like the personification of sexual desire.

Alan looked at her and thought, Whoa! Hot damn! God, Sis is so smokin' this morning! I really should kick myself for overlooking her sometimes, thanks to Mom and Aunt Suzy always being around. But she's got the ideal Baywatch babe body!

Katherine sauntered towards him, swaying her hips widely from side to side. She had a hungry look like a lioness closing in for the kill. She thought, This is MY time! I'm gonna blow him away! Burn down the town, and take no prisoners. I'm sexy and I know it!

She said, "Hey, Bro. Big Rolling Pin Brother, Mom tells me that I'm yours to play with this morning. Is it true? Do I get to be your breakfast plaything?"

Her voice grew increasingly husky and sensual as she licked her lips. "Your breakfast fuck toy plaything? Do you want to play with your Number One Fuck Toy?"

She closed the distance as she finished saying this. She bent down and licked him on one of his ears.

He found it surprisingly pleasurable. In fact, his body tingled all over as she did it.

Then she grabbed his hands by the wrist and brought it up to her chest.

He thought, Damn, these breasts feel great! I'm the luckiest guy alive ... Okay, that's it! I need to fuck these puppies and right away!

Susan found her big bare tits heaving already because she was so excited from just watching and listening. But she was disturbed as well as aroused, so she protested, "Angel, really! I must object. Referring to yourself as your brother's 'fuck toy'? Isn't that a little much?" She'd heard Katherine use that language before, but she'd noticed a pattern now, which made her worry that her daughter was serious.

However, Alan totally ignored that. He said, "Mom, since we may not be able to do this after today, I want to do one thing while I still can. I'd really like to fuck Sis's tits. The nurse even said that titfucks are especially good for my treatment, as it's very easy on the penis."

This was a blatant lie, since he'd already fucked his sister's tits and knew in his heart that he'd be fucking them many times more. Still, Susan had just said he could do practically anything with his sister, and he wanted to take advantage of that offer to expand what was acceptable in front of her.

While he was waiting for his mother's response, he ran a hand up and down Katherine's ass and thighs, and said, "Sis, you're a wet dream come to life."

Susan wasn't as completely malleable as she'd been a few minutes earlier, since she'd climaxed, plus her standards were different when the sex acts didn't directly involve her. She knew this was something that had never been done in front of her before. But she still fell for it, and pointed out, "Well, I suppose I can't really stop that. Tiger, I did say you could play with her body in any way you liked. It looks like you outsmarted me ... AGAIN!" There were few things she loved more than being outsmarted by her son. That helped ensure she'd stay at least somewhat horny.

She opened up a kitchen cabinet as she talked. "Here, Angel. Here's some olive oil to lather up so you can give his big fat dick an extra-pleasurable, extra-slippery ride."

She walked over and handed off the olive oil. Then she stood back and mumbled, "How come Mommy isn't a walking wet dream?"

Alan just barely managed to hear that. "Mom, you know you're a wet dream too. Both of you are. I love you both so much. Mom, you know I'd fuck your tits any day of the week. They're totally titfuckable."

That apparently was the right thing to say. Susan shyly turned around, but not before Alan saw the big smile on her face.

Alan not only titfucked his sister, but he boldly did it while straddling her right in the middle of the dining room floor.

Susan stood just a few feet away and watched most of the time. She occasionally had to go take care of things in the kitchen. However, she always quickly rushed back, and usually pulled and twisted her nipples while her arousal soared.

Katherine, strangely enough, was thinking about Christine as her brother's dick slid in and out of her cleavage. She was enjoying the moment, but at the same time, she couldn't shake the worry that her boobs weren't big enough for a really great titfuck compared to someone like Christine.

Out of the blue, she asked, "So Brother. Is it true? Are you still planning on dating Christine again next week?" She said the word "dating" very sarcastically, as if she was putting quotes around it.

He groaned. "Yeah. Geez. Do we have to talk about that now, of all times?"

But she acted as if she hadn't heard that. "What's the matter? Aren't the rest of us enough for you?"

He groaned again. The titfucking felt fantastic and the last thing he wanted to do was talk about Christine. Still, he managed to reply, "Everyone here is great. More than enough for anyone. But we're only having a non-romantic date, like the other times. How many times do I have to explain that to you?"

"There's no such thing as a non-romantic date," Katherine complained. "Admit it. You want her. You want her carnally. Biblically. She's totally hot! God, even I get horny looking at her. You wish it was her giant tits you were sliding between instead of my tiny ones."

Susan, watching while her hands were wandering down to her crotch, said, "Angel, don't keep putting yourself down like that. Your tits are very Alan-worthy, and sizable too. If they weren't, don't you think he'd be sliding his thick thing between mine instead?"

He grunted in arousal and agreement. "Thanks, Mom. My thoughts exactly. Sis, you're seriously stacked! Sure, they're a bit smaller than Mom's or Christine's, but compared to practically anybody else, they're friggin' massive!" He lovingly ran his hands all over them while he talked. "These are awesome tits to fuck." He punctuated that by bending over and kissing her upper tit slopes.

Susan added, "Angel, you're the one who's gonna be getting a hot cum bath all over your face or chest soon, so you shouldn't complain. So what if he lusts after Christine? She's so sexy and stacked, who wouldn't be? And she's so uppity and self-righteous from what I hear, she really should be taken down a notch. Tiger, I think you need to warm up that Ice Queen with a nice titfuck and a hot spermy facial!"

"Hey! I'm uppity," Katherine complained. "Brother can always take me down a notch."

"That's nice, dear. But it's not only that. For instance, she had the gall to turn him down. I still see that as a terrible wrong that needs to be righted. Tiger needs to repeatedly drown her in fresh doses of sperm until she admits the error of her ways and is fully tamed."

Katherine felt jealous. "Hey Mom, what if Christine doesn't want to be tamed by Brother's cock? Did you ever think of that? Let her be!"

"MooooOOOOoooom!" Alan also griped. "I am NOT interested in her already! She had her chance and I've moved on. We're just friends. Friends!"

But Susan was getting increasingly aroused and wasn't listening to his objections. One of her hands had slipped under her apron and was busy rubbing up and down her pussy lips. She was a bit embarrassed about doing that and hoped the others were too busy with their titfucking to notice, but she was too aroused to not do it. She felt like even wearing the apron was too much, although it admittedly didn't get in the way of anything.

She said, "Friends are good, but now's a turbulent time, what with this upcoming psychologist visit and whatnot. You can't necessarily count on your sister and mother to always be there topless and panting between your knees with their tongues sticking out. If you make Christine one of your girlfriends, that could help ensure that you don't suffer from those horrible blue balls."

Katherine objected to that strongly, even as Alan continued to steadily titfuck her. "MOM! What are you talking about?! Brother is getting plenty of attention, thank you very much! There's no room for Christine in our lives, none! And what about Amy? If she heard your idea, she'd get downright upset, I'll bet."

Susan backed off a bit. "Hey, I just said one of his girlfriends. One of. Amy makes a fine official girlfriend, I'm sure. But Tiger has great needs. Are you so sure that one official girlfriend is enough? And what if he is sitting in class and gets a hankering to play with some G-cups? What's he going to do? Suzanne and I can't always be there."

Katherine again objected. "Hey! You were just saying that my tits are perfectly fine."

"They are, Angel. But your brother's such a terribly cum-filled boy. He needs a lot of variety. And everything's so up in the air at the moment. I'd just feel a lot better if he's nailing Christine real good on a regular basis. You know, keeping her breath nice and spermy. Then some of the pressure will be off the rest of us, especially if the psychologist doesn't fully approve of our incestuous relations."

She directed her words at Alan while her eyes remained riveted at the action on Katherine's chest. "Tiger, I hope you give Christine a good stuffing soon. Drill her hard and long! Don't take no for an answer. Don't be intimidated. Start the date off right. When you pick her up, compliment her outfit, escort her to your car, and then open the door for her. That'll show her that you're a gentleman. Then unzip your slacks, whip out your great big Alan Junior, pull her head to your lap, and tell her to suck on it! That'll show her you're a gentleman, but one with needs. Plus, that'll help set the tone. She needs to understand that from now on, when she's around you she's gonna be spending most of her time naked on her knees with your cock thrusting down her throat or sliding through her cleavage, just like the rest of us!"

Alan was so carried away with the ongoing titfuck that he didn't have much resistance to Susan's wild ideas. He mumbled, "It's not like that..." But in his head he was visualizing her fantasy and running with it. In his mind, it was Christine he was titfucking now, not Katherine. He especially loved Susan's vision of Christine being naked on her knees.

Katherine moaned unhappily. She very much regretted bringing up the Christine topic. It was ruining her enjoyment of the titfuck.

Susan continued to Alan, "Oh. That reminds me. Knowing you, on your date, you're gonna need to take her top off before too long. She needs to understand that, as one of your sex slaves, she's not allowed to wear a bra or panties. Never! I don't care what her G.P.A. is, those tits she's got are made for just one thing, and that's to get you inspired so you'll want to slide your big log between them, and splatter her with your sperm on her face and everywhere else! Mmmm! Gosh, this is so exciting! Now I can hardly wait until you make your new conquest! When is your date going to be?"

Between thinking about Alan taming Christine and watching Alan titfucking his sister, Susan lost all control. She hiked her apron up to her waist and openly frigged herself. By this point, not only did she not care if her children were watching her masturbate, she was rather hoping they would be.

Katherine now was the one to groan. "MooooOOOOoooom! Help me out here! Brother's already ignoring me as it is - if he starts in on Christine, I'm never gonna see the inside of his shorts. It's not fair!"

Alan had a long list of reasons why Susan's imaginings were completely unrealistic. For starters, even if Christine did want him, she would want him as her monogamous romantic boyfriend, not simply where she was just a member of his harem. He was absolutely sure of that. However, he was getting so worked up by the titfuck that he was in no condition to have a discussion, and his objections and reality checks faded away. He fantasized her behaving just as Susan falsely assumed she would.

Katherine also was too aroused to object, although it was entirely because of the on-going titfuck. She ruefully thought, Note to self: when talking about Christine, make sure not to do it around Mom. Sheesh! She's encouraging him to do the exact opposite of everything I want. This is a disaster!

Susan was so keyed up that she had a hard time continuing the conversation. But as she frigged herself, she managed to say, "It's not a matter of fair, Angel. We have to learn to share. Remember the saying: 'if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.' You should work on seducing Christine to ease her way into the harem. Then we can all play together."