Chapter 649 Titfucking Katherine [Iveyflame Sponsored]

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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."

Alan wouldn't admit it out loud, but he loved Susan's talk of Christine being a sex slave in a harem. In fact, the casual way she spoke as if Christine was already in his harem was so exciting that he lost his mental focus and forgot to use his PC muscle control. By the time he realized what was happening, he'd passed the point of no return. Even squeezing the base of his dick couldn't stave off his impending orgasm.

All he could do was shout, "I'm cumming!"

When Susan saw Alan scoot up and shoot his seed all over his sister's face, she felt almost as good as if he was doing it to her. All three of them came at the same time.