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For the next ten minutes, Alan finished eating dinner while his mother lightly stroked his hard-on. He never ran out of inspiration as he alternated between staring at his mother's and sister's mostly bare breasts. He didn't actually have much food left to eat, but he was having so much fun that he ate extremely slowly, just to see how long he could prolong the experience.

Then Katherine got ten minutes of stealth stroking time.

Susan was too worked up to just sit there and watch, so she went to the kitchen and tried to keep busy by doing the dishes. But she kept a close eye on the clock, so as soon as ten minutes had passed she returned to the dining table and took over from Katherine.

With dinner finished, there was no non-sexual excuse for them to stay at the table, but they did anyway.

Susan tried to make small talk. In an attempt to discuss something non-sexual and help validate the stealth-stroking concept, she asked Katherine about how things had been going in school lately.

Katherine found that extremely odd, but she attempted to answer that kind of question as she always did.

As time went on, Susan's cock lust took over. The discussion petered out. Then the stealth stroking idea went out the window as she began to jack him off faster and with more skilled moves. Luckily for her, the table blocked most of what she was doing from Katherine's eyes, so she could keep up the pretense (at least to herself).

Then, sensing that he was nearing climax, she focused her entire being on pleasuring his boner. She was terribly frustrated that she couldn't just take his erection in her mouth, but that would have been too blatant a violation of the stealth stroking concept, especially with Katherine there.

Katherine could tell what was happening, but she didn't mind that much as long as the sexy fun continued. With Susan completely distracted, Katherine was able to openly pinch and tease her nipples, make lewd faces with her tongue, and eat phallic-shaped food in amusing and obscene ways.

She even said sexy things, knowing that her mother was too horny to complain.

Alan's penis control was in fine form. Susan was right that he was close to ejaculation, but didn't quite go over the edge. In fact, thanks to his growing ability to stave off climax with his PC muscle techniques, he knew it would take a lot more before he actually gave in.

So Susan switched to stronger measures.

In the on-going battle between Susan's desire to get him to cum and his desire to prolong the joy, he had an ace card, and he decided to use it. He asked his mother for some dessert. He figured that would give his hard-on a strategic break.

But Susan had an ace card of her own. She disengaged to stand up, and said, "Certainly. I know just the thing, and it's not too unhealthy. But Angel, while I'm getting that, please keep him warm some more."

Katherine clapped her hands. "Sweetness! But that doesn't count as my next turn, right?"

"I suppose not." Susan went to the kitchen and got Alan and Katherine their plates of crème brûlet coated with dark chocolate flakes for dessert.

She went back to rubbing his sweet spot while her children ate.

But Alan was feeling so cocky in this orgasm battle that when he finished eating, he stretched his arms above his head and said, "Aaaah! That hit the spot. Thanks, Mom. And thanks for the stealth work. You have such a fine, subtle touch that I can easily last for hours like this."

Frustrated to hear that, Susan took her nightie all the way off and sat directly on one of his blue-jeans-clad legs. Her face lit up brightly as she held his dick again and resumed stimulating his sweet spot.

Alan had to pull his chair back a bit to make room for his mother. He asked, "Comfy, Mom?"

"Very!" She bounced gleefully up and down on his leg, sliding her wet pussy over it a bit to show just how comfy she was.

Katherine acted annoyed, even though she was having a blast from watching. "Hey, Mom, what's up with your 'outfit?' I thought you said we can't get nude at the dinner table."

An embarrassed Susan replied, "Um, you heard what he said. I thought I had to resort to more drastic measures. Plus, dinner and dessert are over."

Susan was more than happy, because she'd figured out a nice way to rub her pussy directly on the rough fabric of his blue jeans right at a bony spot on his knee. It provided excellent friction, more than enough to cause her to create a wet spot on his jeans. She started to have small, secret orgasms from time to time, mostly thanks to that contact.

Katherine couldn't help but needle her a little bit. She sensed the humiliation would help arouse her. "Hey, Mom, do you have any idea how completely lewd and outrageous you look right now? Imagine if one of your sisters came to visit, such as Jane in Sacramento? Or what about the married ones who'd bring their whole families! Like Mary in Idaho!"

Susan froze and her blush deepened. She muttered, "That would be bad." Then she recovered and resumed her fingers slipping and sliding on Alan's cum-soaked pole.

Katherine asked, "Is that all you have to say? 'That would be bad?'"

"First off, I obviously wouldn't behave like this if they were here, so the question doesn't alarm me much. I think you're just trying to provoke me. Besides, things have changed. Angel, we're two of Tiger's personal cocksuckers now. Sometimes, that means taking extreme measures like this. If you can't handle this kind of thing, then maybe you aren't ready for that kind of title."

Katherine said defensively, "I'm ready already. Sheesh! You know that." She decided to stop her needling for now, since it boomeranged against her.

Alan figured that they were supposed to be testing the stealth-stroking concept, so he tried his best to ignore the naked, mostly-silent bombshell lightly bouncing on his lap. He carried on talking to his sister, and asked her more about the cheerleaders, especially Janice and Joy, since he knew very little about them.

Katherine found it fun carrying on another semi-normal conversation while watching her mother.

Although Alan tried to make it look like he was ignoring Susan, in reality he wasn't. It was as impossible as trying to ignore an attacking 800-pound gorilla. He barely managed to keep the conversation with Katherine going, even though she was doing most of the talking.

After a while, Katherine sensed that it had been ten minutes since her last turn, at least. But she hadn't been watching the time. She asked Susan, "When is it gonna be my turn again?"

"Soon, Angel, soon. Why don't you put on some music?"

Katherine got up. "Okay, but I'm keeping a close eye on the clock from now on. Ten minutes, and bam! It's my turn again." She put on the song "Doing It to Death" by James Brown. It was a fun, funky song, but she also got some satisfaction from the title, since she felt like Susan was taking too long. More funky James Brown tunes played after that.

The rousing James Brown music kept Susan happily bouncing up and down on her son's leg even more than before. In fact, she rhythmically bounced nearly non-stop.

She was having such a good, lusty time that she forgot to object when Alan started fondling her tits. In fact, he freely ran his hands all over her totally naked body, although he did avoid her pussy. He couldn't get over how fit and curvy she was. He never got tired of playing with her ample charms, especially when he was able to keep her making her happy "Mmmm!" moans while doing so.

Alan had developed many tricks to delay orgasm and prolong the pleasure for himself and others. He had a remarkable ability to defer short-term pleasure for greater, more delayed pleasures, and he showed that ability yet again. Just as she really had him on the verge of climax, he said, "Mom, I'm thirsty. Could you get me some milk? You always say I need to drink lots of fluids so I'll never run out of cum."

"Now? But, Tiger, we're so close!" She looked over at Katherine and indicated with her eyes that Alan should have Katherine do it.

"Now, Mom. Please. I love to see you walk around."

So Susan got up and hurriedly got the milk. When she came back she found that he'd taken off his blue jeans and wore nothing but his T-shirt. She was somewhat disappointed at that, because she'd loved rubbing her pussy over the rough denim.

But Alan wanted to feel her rubbing her pussy right on his skin. At least that would be a minor victory against her "no pussy touching" rule. He figured she wouldn't be able to resist, now that she'd been occasionally cumming while bouncing and rubbing on his knee.

She worriedly looked over at Katherine, who was trying to be poker-faced and appear uninterested. Reluctantly, Susan sat back down over his leg and it was like her horny body took charge. She immediately started sliding her wet pussy lips over and around the bony parts of his knee. Even as she did that, she complained, "Angel, don't look! This is so improper! I can't believe this is happening to me! It's one thing if I'm completely naked. But I can't rut like some animal on my son's leg! This kind of pussy contact is forbidden!"

Katherine justifiably asked her, "Why are you telling me that?"

"I don't know!" Then, after thinking it over while she continued to slide and bounce, she added, "Make it stop!"

Katherine giggled. "Sorry, Mom. Only you can stop yourself."

Susan whimpered helplessly. This is why I have these rules! Look at me. Out of control!

Soon, she was sliding her pussy over her son's knee with even more gusto than before. She found that she loved the feel of flesh beneath her nether lips even better than she had the jeans, and she grooved to the funky music more than before. Meanwhile, she continued to stroke her son's pole.

She looked to Katherine, who had taken off the rest of her clothes, no doubt because Susan had. Katherine had one hand on a nipple and the other hand below the edge of the table, undoubtedly to play with her pussy. Susan commented as her whole body slid back and forth over her son's knee and her hands pumped up and down on his long erection, "Things sure have changed in this house lately, haven't they?"

Everyone broke into laughter at the great understatement. But all of them were too worked up for sustained conversation.

Soon she was so far gone that Alan tried to push her a little bit more. "Hey, Mom, you know what you're doing to my knee? Pretend that's not my knee. Pretend that's my dick. You're sliding your pussy all over my dick, Mom!"

"Oh, Tiger! Oh! What an idea!" Both her hands and her pussy moved faster. "But that can't be your dick, because I'm holding it in my hand! Mommy is holding your big poker. She's going to get off all over you!"

"Imagine that I have two dicks," he suggested. "Imagine I have a clone twin. A second me. One is sitting behind you and you're sitting on his dick. In a minute we're going to double up on you and fuck your mouth and pussy at the same time!"

"Oh no! Dear God! Two Alans! Fuck! Mmmm! Yes! MMMM!" Susan was overwhelmed by an enormous multiple orgasm. The forbidden notion of getting fucked by her son carried her completely away.

She simply drenched his knee in her pussy juice. It dripped all down his leg as she continued to explode and her series of orgasms went on and on and on.

But still she kept on jacking him off the whole time. She'd never thought of two Alans before. She knew already that she would fantasize about it later and for a long time to come. She never thought of other men because she wanted to be 100 percent loyal to her son, but the idea of two Alans was something she could accept and get excited about.

He survived her erotic eruption without cumming, but he was using up the last shreds of his resistance. When his climax finally came it arrived so suddenly that it was a surprise even to him: one second he thought he was doing fine, and the next he was shooting his ropes straight up into the air.

Susan was not in a good position to get her mouth over his hard-on, especially since she was fairly out of it from her big orgasms. It happened to be pointed up when he started, so the first rope went high in the air and landed on the floor. The next two hit his shirt and then the floor some more before Susan finally managed to turn his cock around and aim it at her chest.

The rest of his ropes landed on her legs, stomach, and tits as she tried to direct his erupting pecker so that his cum covered her thoroughly. By the time she managed to get her mouth over his cockhead, there was no cum left, to her immense frustration.

The two of them ended up with a bigger mess than usual, since it was rare for any of his seed not to be directly aimed at a mouth, face, or chest. Both Susan and Katherine were disappointed by this, though Katherine acted quickly and scooped up some of the gobs from the table before Susan could think to do that for herself.

Susan had been holding out long enough to make sure her son came too. Once that was accomplished, she fell to her knees, and then slid the rest of the way to the floor. She laid down with her eyes wide, since she was still in a kind of orgasmic shock. Huffing and puffing like an old steam engine, she was spontaneously struck by yet another intense orgasm, even though she wasn't touching herself.

Her legs continued to twitch long afterwards as she lay helplessly on the floor. The cum seemed scattered everywhere.

She didn't give much thought to the mess, or to the increasingly public way in which Alan had been pleasured, or to the outrageous way that they all had behaved. She just reveled in her pleasurable feelings. And though she wouldn't admit it to herself, to have Katherine or someone else watch increased her excitement, and thus her arousal, even more. I'm just a nasty, naughty mommy slut! I'm so shameless! What a time that was! THIS is how our dinners should go around here, every night!

Katherine had had her own quiet orgasm as she watched Susan have her loud and bigger one. But she wasn't done. She walked over to Alan and sat on his knee shortly after Susan had vacated it.

Katherine gave her brother a hug. "How was that, Big Salami Brother? Did Mom jack you off as well as I can? Watching all that made your fuck toy sister soooo very horny." She slid her pussy lips all over Alan's knee even more ostentatiously than Susan had been doing, which was saying quite a lot. Susan's juices mixed with her own. She found she could slide around extremely easily, like a skater on ice.

Alan's entire knee couldn't have been more wet if someone had poured a pitcher of water on it. Katherine slid many inches forwards and back as he tried to focus on her face and words. Even with his flaccid penis, he was still so aroused that he had a hard time thinking or even focusing his eyes on her moving face. "Ummm... It was good. Very good."

Katherine pouted, "The only bummer is that it was almost my turn again. Do you think you could get it up for a repeat performance?"

He looked over at Susan. "Nah. Sorry, not right now. You were really good, Mom."

She grinned at that, but she was too tired to reply.

His mental faculties returned as he saw an opportunity to tease his mother a bit. He pointed at his knee and stuck a finger in some cum which he found there. "Look, Mom. You shouldn't have created such a big mess. Sis is having a hard time sitting on me; she's practically drowning in your cum. Look at all our juices mixing together. Why, it's so slippery that she might just slide off me altogether."

Susan thought, Forget my other reasons. I can't have Tiger fuck me. Because if he did he would kill me. I would simply die of sheer delight. He almost killed me just now from across the room. It's just too much! Or two Tigers! Dear Lord, that's too sexy to even contemplate!

She began eating the cum that still remained on her heaving chest. What kind of mother am I? So irresponsible! But I just can't help it. Can't stop...

She was totally blissed out. She reaffirmed to herself that this new lifestyle was the best thing that had ever happened to her.

As Susan lay on the floor, still catching her breath, Katherine removed herself from her brother's knee. She walked over and stood above her mother, examining the sight. There were still uneaten gobs of cum all over. "Yummy, Mom. You've got a very yummy mess covering you. Do you want me to help clean it up?" She licked her lips suggestively.

Susan thought back to how she'd cleaned Suzanne's "mess" up at the beach yesterday, and how she almost couldn't control herself from diving into Suzanne's pussy with her tongue. "NO!" she cried out, filled with fear that the same temptation could happen to Katherine.

Susan was starting to feel some regret about going too far as the post-orgasmic blues hit her. She added, "Really, Angel, this is too much. We have to have some kind of decorum around here. We can't just sit around sucking Alan's big fat boner and eating his cum all day."

"We can't?"

"Well, not ALL day. Can we get up and do something else for a change? I have things to do. So I'll take care of this mess myself, thank you very much!"

She picked herself up off the floor and went upstairs to have a reinvigorating hot shower.

But before she turned on the water, she finished gathering and eating all the remaining gobs of cum on her skin so they wouldn't be wasted down the drain. I'm such a hopeless case. Where's the leadership? The moral authority? The firm boundaries? It all crumbles the instant I get horny. She sighed a very heavy sigh as she savored another cum gob on her tongue.

Despite her attempt to restore some normalcy to the house, she knew the evening's sexual games were far from over. She looked forward to being all alone with Alan and his penis while Katherine and Suzanne went shopping.

The thing was, she didn't really have many other things to do in her life. Since there was no need for her to work for a living, and she hadn't pursued a highly active social life or hobbies and such, she'd had lots of time to spare.

As she showered, she idly wondered, What did I used to do with all my time before I became one of Tiger's personal cocksuckers? That seems like ancient history already. I think I spent far too much time watching TV, shopping, cleaning, and socializing with friends I didn't really like that much in the first place. The house is a bit messier these days, but nobody seems to mind.

But in all seriousness, this feels like my calling in life! I love it! Too much, probably, but I can't help that. I know I'm just gonna sit around and fidget and watch the clock until I can blow him again after the others go shopping.

I just have to focus on the cocksucking so I won't cross the line into full-out fucking. There's no moral ambiguity or excuse for that. That's just plain immoral and wrong.

Even though it would be so, so good! If cocksucking is this great, imagine how fucking a real man like my studly son would feel. Ungh! SO HOT! But I can't think about that!

The stealth stroking hadn't exactly been stealthy, and certainly hadn't been even remotely low-key near the end. But it was successful in that everyone had a very fun time, and Susan's boundaries receded a little more.

Alan hit the books shortly after going to his room. Remarkably, he was able to get some work done for a change. He purposely didn't shower so that he could smell like sex, for later. His room was nearly the same.

Then, around seven o'clock, Suzanne finally came over to get Katherine and go buy some sexy clothes.