Alan stopped by a pay phone on his way back to his car and called Susan to let her know that he'd be coming home soon. The last time he'd talked to her was hours ago, when he told her he was going for a jog, so he figured she was probably concerned about him by now. He kept the call short, saying he'd explain when he got home in a few minutes.
Then he drove straight home. It was nearly seven by now and he was getting hungry.
As soon as he opened the door, he noticed how warm the house was. That meant that the heater was turned up high, so everyone could run around naked despite the cool night. He grinned wolfishly at that. He felt his penis stiffening to full size as he contemplated the ecstasy he knew he soon would be feeling. He took a whiff of the air and smelled a familiar mixture of cum and perfume, and that aroused him even more.
Susan immediately came rushing from the kitchen to the front door to greet him. "Oh, Tiger! You're home! Thank the Lord!"
His grin widened from ear to ear, because she was wearing nothing but high heels, a diadem that looked like it came from a French maid outfit, and a scanty apron that made no attempt to cover her tits or ass, or even all of her pussy. And as usual when she ran, she had to clutch her breasts so they wouldn't bounce wildly all over the place. He loved it when she did that.
He thought, God damn! Mom is like the platonic form of the submissive, busty mother! Apron AND French maid outfit in one! And a gorgeous face on top of those ridiculously huge and perfect tits! And she's all mine! DAMN!
At the same time she was running towards him, he also heard the sound of clomping feet charging down the stairs. Susan had barely wrapped her arms around him when he was tackled by two more warm bodies - Amy and Katherine.
"Brother!" they squealed in perfect synchrony. Both of them were naked from head to toe.
But what surprised him most of all was when Suzanne came jogging through the house from the dining room, wearing high heels and a business suit. By this time, there wasn't really any of him left to hug or fondle, but she hugged the whole tangle of bodies and yelled happily, "Sweetie!" He was surprised that even the jaded and restrained redhead was so unabashedly happy to see him.
Alan was pleased as punch at the big reception, but asked, "What's the big deal? It's just me."
Katherine squealed, "YOU'RE the big deal, Big Matterhorn Brother. You had us all worried. Thank God you called, or we would have totally flipped out when you came through the door. What have you been up to?!"
"Seriously!" Susan added emphatically as she managed to snake a hand down his shorts and grip his erection. "I'm just dying of curiosity!"
He suggested, "Well, why don't we retire to the living room and I'll tell you all about it? Um, Amy? If I'm gonna walk, you're gonna have to stop doing that."
While Alan was still being hugged by the others, Amy had slipped down, pulling down his shorts so she could feast on his stiff cock without restraint. Susan's hand was already stroking it, remarkably enough, but as Amy's lips slid over his bulbous head, Susan's stroking fingers were forced to migrate further down.
Amy started to bob up and down, completely unconcerned by the logistics problem of doing that while Alan wanted to walk.
But Katherine tapped her on the head. "Uh, Sis? We're all waiting. Brother wants to go to another room."
Amy pulled back just enough to ask, "Promise I can keep sucking it over there, O.B.?"
"I promise. But please make it more of a stealth sucking, okay? I'm kind of tired."
"M'kay!"
Susan squealed, "Stealth sucks! I just loooove stealth sucks. Amy, can I help out?"
"Sure, Mom!" Amy and Susan high-fived each other.
As they walked, Katherine grumbled to her sister, "Lucky cunt."
Amy playfully stuck her tongue out. "Hey, the early tongue gets the cock."
They all settled in the living room. Alan flopped down on a sofa while Susan and Amy nestled in between his legs and began a slow and relaxed dual blowjob. Alan still wore the shirt he'd borrowed from Christine's father, and Susan still wore her apron. Katherine and Suzanne sat across from him on different chairs, one of them fully dressed and the other buck naked. All the women wore high heels while Alan went barefoot. Their appearance would have seemed bizarre to any outsider looking in, but to Alan and his family, this had become something that wasn't worth commenting about.
Alan relaxed for a full minute, so he could adjust to the intense pleasure caused by Susan and Amy licking his hard-on as one. He looked back and forth between Suzanne and Katherine, and asked them, "Isn't this... odd?"
Katherine replied, "No, you doofus! This is the new normal. You may be a masterly big-cocked stud, but you can still be a major doof." She winked at him, showing that she was just teasing.
He felt strangely reassured by his sister's comments. My god, man! So much pleasure! The way Mom and Amy are playing with my balls together in and of itself is... UGH! So good! Damn! But it's good to know that Sis is still as "uppity" as ever. Some things change, but we're still all basically the same people. That's good.
He began to tell his story, starting from when he'd decided to jog to Christine's house.
The women got very frisky as he described his time with Christine in great detail. Even Suzanne began taking off her clothes.
Every now and then, Susan would come up from her penis tending duties and say things like, "And THEN you bent her over and fucked her pussy raw, right?" After he rolled his eyes in response, she continued, "No? What were you waiting for? The Big Tits Theory says she belongs to you. She's putty in your hands. God, I wanna see you FUCK THE SHIT out of her huge knockers! HNNNG!"
Susan was so inspired by the thought of Alan giving Christine a good titfuck that she engulfed Alan's cockhead and bobbed down his shaft until she was on the verge of tripping her gag reflex. The resulting choking and gagging noises greatly inspired both her and Amy, causing them to go wild all over his cock.
He was forced to put his hands on their heads and say, "Hey! What happened to the 'stealth' part of the stealth sucking?"
That caused the two giggling and slurping women to restrain themselves... somewhat... for a little while.
At one point, when Amy was taking a solo turn bobbing on his cock, Susan asked him, "Son, can you describe Christine's breasts in detail? Sure, I've seen them in person, but buried by layers of clothes. Besides, I want to hear how you feel about them."
"Well, Mom, they're really nice. They-"
"Wait!" Susan had been stroking the rest of his shaft, but she sat high up on her heels, temporarily leaving her son's entirely cock to Amy's care. She pulled her shoulders back, slipped her apron off, and then hefted her tits up. "As you describe them, close your eyes and feel mine. It'll almost be like you're back there."
"Thanks, Mom!" He leaned forward and started to fondle her massive hooters with both hands, while leaving room for Amy to continue sucking him. "Well, they're absolutely freakin' huge, as I'm sure all of you know. I mean, they're nearly Mom-sized, and yet she's still in high school! And everything about them is just right. I love how they're so round, like, rounder than round, if you know what I mean. I love her fair, pinkish skin, and how soft they feel in my hands "
"Nice nipples too." He twisted Susan's. "But what's funny is that it's not nipple play that really gets her off the most. For one thing, her undersides are REALLY sensitive. And she totally loves it if I knead them aggressively. I mean, getting really rough!"
"Oooh! Show me!" Susan said excitedly.
"Are you sure, Mom?" He still had a hard time getting physically aggressive with his mother, since he felt so protective towards her.
She understood that, and loved him all the more for it. To appease him, she said, "Okay, maybe don't go all out, but almost."
He chuckled, but started doing it. His fingers dug deeply in her tit-flesh, grossly distorting the shape of her entire boobs.
"Oooh! That feels surprisingly good," she said sincerely. "You can do that to me any time, Tiger. When you did that to her, did she totally lose all control, drop to her knees, and start sucking your big fat cock?"
"No." He glanced down at Amy, who was doing just that. She seemed inspired by the talk, because she was using a great deal of suction, much more than before.
Susan asked, "Did she frantically yank your swimsuit off, and then slide Alan Junior between-"
"No! She has this kind of aversion to penises, I think." He grunted and briefly closed his eyes, as Amy's sliding lips caused a particularly powerful surge of pleasure to rush through him.
Katherine saw that, and said, "Aims! Whatever you just did, do more of that! Our job should be to keep him throbbing with so much joy that he's unable to speak!"
"M'kay!" Amy didn't even slow her bobbing, much less pull off, but apparently her "m'kay" sounded much the same even when her mouth was crammed full of cock.
Suzanne said, "Honey Pie, don't listen to your sister. At least, not right now. I want to hear what he has to say."
Katherine complained to Suzanne, "Awww, you're no fun." But she smiled and giggled too.
Susan was pressing her massive globes together, allowing Alan to snake a hand between them, as if he was titfucking them. As he did that, he somehow managed to continue, "She rubbed her thighs and ass against mine happily enough, but she seemed to go out of her way to keep her hands away from it, even when she was wildly aroused."
Susan exclaimed, "What the heck is WRONG with that girl?!"
He chuckled. "Mom, can I tell the story?"
"Sorry. It's just that I get so excited. I can't wait to see her totally tamed, and sharing cock tending duties with the rest of us!"
He rolled his eyes, even though he loved his mother's enthusiasm. He resumed his story while continuing to maul his mother's milk-laden orbs (as well as enjoying Amy's oral talents). Judging from Susan's happy moans, she was thoroughly loving the rough treatment, although he continued to hold back some compared to how he'd treated Christine's rack.
Suddenly, Susan looked down at her chest and squealed. "Look, everybody, I'm leaking! I'm leaking!"
Sure enough, all of his rough groping was causing some milk to dribble out of her nipples.
He immediately stopped fondling her like that, so he could carefully avoid where the milk was dripping down her tit-slopes. When she responded with a needy moan, he pointed out, "Mom, you've only started lactating. Every drop of your milk is precious. You still don't make enough to waste it willy nilly."
But she put her hands on his hands directly over the wet areas, and forced him to renew his kneading. "It's MY milk, and if I want to 'waste' it, then please let me. Don't worry, I'll make more; lots more. I'm your big-uddered sex cow! Soon, if you so much as pat me on the head, milk will be squirting everywhere!"
He laughed, but he also knew she probably would really love it if that happened.
A few minutes later, he was in the middle of describing how he was hefting and kneading Christine's breasts in the hot tub while telling her about how he came to have so many women in his life, when Susan suddenly stood up and exclaimed, "Hold on! Time out! Time out!"
Everyone froze, wondering what was up with her. Even Amy temporarily stopped her cocksucking, while keeping his boner in her mouth.
"Sorry," Susan panted, "but I just have to say: that's SO HOT! I know, I know, I say that a lot, but seriously, I can't keep quiet anymore! I mean, my son is so brilliant! Here he is, talking about VERY serious relationship stuff with Christine, and at the same time, he's driving her wild with his hands, totally taking possession of her enormous tits!"
Amy realized there was no emergency after all, and resumed her rhythmic bobbing. She was fondling his shaft and balls with both hands as well, taking full advantage of Susan being distracted.
Susan paced around in circles, she was so worked up. "Just imagine poor Christine's plight. She's trying to think, trying to talk, burning with jealousy about these other women, but he's twisting her nipples, cupping her ass cheeks, and just TAKING CHARGE of her entire body in every way! Little does she know her true submissive nature - which we already know about due to the Big Tits Theory - so she's completely puzzled why she's filled with an overwhelming need to simply spread her legs and let him ram his cock in her cunt all the way to the hilt! All her smarts, all her talents, they're useless to stop her overwhelming need to have my son royally nail her! She keeps thinking that she's GOT to say something about these other women he's talking about, and how she's not going to put up with sharing, but she's just too horny! By not saying anything, she realizes she's giving tacit approval to the sharing, but she's so horny that that actually makes her even HOTTER!"
Susan was panting hard as she asked in conclusion, "Am I alone here? Is that not brilliant, or what? I mean, how can she possibly resist him?! How can ANY of us resist him?!" She looked down at Amy's bobbing head and practically swooned.
Katherine giggled at her mother's predictable passion. But she said, in a droll fashion, "Yep, Mom, it is pretty brilliant."
"THANK YOU!" Susan said emphatically, glad to get some validation. She stood in front of Alan, holding her big tits since they were heaving up and down. "I mean, if anyone wonders how my Tiger built himself a magnificent harem, there's your answer right there. Christine was completely unable to think straight, I'm sure! He was turning her into one of us, just like that!" She snapped her fingers to emphasize her point. "He's unstoppable! His big dick simply takes what it wants and conquers any hole! And then, as if that's not enough, he's sitting here right now, getting cock sucked and casually kneading and taming MY big tits as he tells us about it! SO HOT!"
Alan was highly amused by this, especially since he wasn't even touching her at the moment. He tapped on Amy's head, causing her to pull her mouth off him. Then he knelt up on the sofa and reached out with both hands, clasping onto Susan's nipples. Then he pulled on them hard, causing her breasts to cone out towards him (and a lot more milk to squirt out). He quipped, "Frankly, Mom, I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You see? You see?!" Susan said to the others as she writhed and gasped for air. "Look what he's doing to meeee! Son, why didn't you do this before? So good! So good! Mercy!"
"Honestly, you're my mom. I have this natural instinct to treat you kindly and gently, you know?"
"Pardon my French, son, but FUCK THAT! Good sons fuck their mommies ROUGH! And they play with mommy's big titties even rougher! UGH! GOD!" Her arms were flailing about wildly as he continued to relentlessly yank on her nipples, slowly drawing her closer to him. "Ohmigod, I'm so hot and horny! I can't take it!"
She dropped down to her knees between her son's legs, right next to Amy. "Excuse me, Amy, but I really need this. I'm claiming emergency First Mommy privileges!" She gently but firmly nudged Amy aside, and took all of Alan's cockhead, and more, deep into her mouth.
The others all chuckled at that, although they also saw her point and found their arousal rising with hers.
Amy contented herself with rolling one of his balls around inside her mouth.
Katherine had been sitting on a different sofa, but she got up and sat back down right next to him. Then she reached out and playfully ruffled her brother's unruly hair while also wrapping an arm around his back. "My brother, the Unstoppable Big Tit Tamer. I like that. Poor Christine; she'll never know what hit her." She giggled some more.
Alan didn't feel "unstoppable." He shook his head in disbelief. Geez, if you listened to Mom, you'd think my dick could knock down Godzilla with a single swing, and cure cancer in its spare time! She's such a case, but I love her. I wish I was half as great as she says I am. The funny thing is, I don't actually do that much. Most of the time, I'm just sitting around and enjoying what beautiful women are doing to my dick, like, say, right now.
He looked down at Amy and Susan sharing his cock and balls, and had to stifle the urge to laugh with pure joy. My chief talent is in not cumming quickly. My reputation precedes me and does at least half the work. Seriously.