Alan abruptly stood up and held his erection to his stomach. He figured this was a good time to do something new, especially since his penis was untended at the moment. "Speaking of making women happy, that reminds me of something. I'll be back in a sec." He walked out of the room carrying the shirt he'd borrowed from Christine's father with him.
He went to a bag he'd left by the front door and soon walked right back. He held something behind his back. "As I'd mentioned a few minutes ago, I bought some things at the sex shop. Now, I don't want to give them all away at once, so we can have fun over the next couple of days. But I want to start by giving you each something small right now."
The four women were all naked by now, and most had even lost their high heels. To his surprise, they all dropped to their knees in a perfect line. Then, without even looking at each other, they all struck the same pose, with their hands over their pussies. They waited with bated breath.
That threw Alan for a loop, and aroused him more than a little bit. He was still holding his erection against his belly, but he let go of it, causing it to stick straight out towards his women.
Susan licked her lips hungrily and lurched forward, but then restrained herself.
He explained, "Now, this gift is kind of weird. It's kind of presumptuous of me, so I really hope none of you are offended." He pointedly looked at Suzanne as he said that. "It just seems to me that now that all of you have signed The Pact and pledged your loyalty to me, it would be kind of neat to have something symbolic to represent that binding. And, in the world of dominance and submission, I understand that collars are used as that symbol."
The sound of four sharply indrawn breaths, followed by looks of adoring anticipation told him everything he needed to know about how receptive his women were to that idea. He pulled four black collars into view from behind his back. They were all identical, and very thin and simple. They almost looked like a circle of black ribbon.
Bedlam erupted.
He was suddenly rushed by a stampede of four extremely happy women. They nearly gang-tackled him to the ground. All four of them spoke to him at the same time, making it impossible for him to hear what any one of them was saying exactly. But from the smiles on their faces, the tones of their voices, and the way they all tried to squeeze and hug him to death, he realized he'd scored in a big way with the collar idea.
He grinned and thought, Thanks, Xania! Looks like you were right about that one.
As the initial chaos calmed down a tiny bit, he heard Susan squeal, "Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! I have to suck his cock! No, I have to try it on! No, I'm gonna try it on and then I'm gonna suck his cock with it on! YES!"
Katherine gushed as she kissed her way all over his face, "Brother, you've made me so very, very happy! Now, even at school, I'll be able to feel like your sex slave and FUCK TOY! All the time! Twenty-four hours a day! God! I feel TOTALLY OWNED!"
Susan exclaimed, "Me too! Angel, you said it! Now I'm more owned and controlled by my son than ever before! It's SO HOT!"
The two of them broke away from the others and bounced up and down while hugging each other, and simultaneously tried to put their collars on. But they were so excited that they didn't make much progress with that.
That just left Amy and Suzanne. Amy was hugging his backside while Suzanne hugged his front.
He asked Amy, "So, Aims, do you like it?"
"Well, I'm not all into the slave-y thing like those two, but I love it! Mostly because it's from you! I'm gonna wear it every single day, all the time! It's super incredistoundingamazowonderiffically fantabuloverwhelminglymagnifipendous!" She squeezed him even tighter, practically crushing him. But then she pulled away so she could put hers on.
He laughed. Then he deadpanned, "I take it you like it then."
She was holding her collar up before her eyes, twirling around and around. "YES!"
That left just Suzanne still hugging him. He said to her, "So now's when I cringe in fear."
She grinned at him enigmatically from mere inches away. "Well, it was a pretty cheeky thing to buy. You're full of yourself, aren't you?"
"I am. I'm sorry, I just thought-"
A big smile spread across her face. "Ah, shove it up your ass. I love it, you fool! Why do you think I've been going without jewelry for weeks, just like the others? Finally, at long last, you catch a clue!"
He quipped, "Wouldn't you rather I shove it up YOUR ass?"
She laughed as she kissed him hard on the lips. "Bad boy! SUCH a bad boy!" She crushed him in a bear hug, but whispered hotly in his ear, "And the answer is YES, I would rather you did that!" Then she relaxed her grip and went back to trying to kiss her way into the back of his mouth.
Thanks to Suzanne's face covering his, he couldn't tell what else was happening around the room. But as the kiss went on, he felt one tongue on his erection, and then two.
Finally, he broke the kiss. Without even commenting about what was going on down below, he asked her, "So you really like it? Are you gonna wear it?"
"Only all the time, every day! I love it!" Seeing the surprise in his face, she explained, "Look, just because I'm not all 'slave-y', as my Honey Pie puts it, that doesn't mean I don't love you as much as someone who is. Just like my wise daughter said, I love it mostly because it's from you. And I'm not ashamed to admit it: I get off on the feeling of being owned or possessed by MY MAN! That's not so weird, is it? Couples always talk about belonging to each other and say 'you're mine' and that kind of thing. It makes me feel loved. I'll wear it proudly."
The two of them kissed some more.
After the kiss broke, Suzanne asked, "Now, girls, can someone tell me why you lot get all the cock and I'm left with just the kissing?" She slithered her way down his body.
He still felt two tongues lapping their way all over his cock and balls, but that was because Suzanne and Susan swapped places. Susan rubbed her boobs up his chest until she was eye to eye with him. He noticed that she was wearing her black collar now. Seeing that symbolic sign of his ownership of her made him even more aroused than all the tongues had gotten him.
He thought, I own my mom. I actually own her, like a person owns a car. She'll literally do anything I say. That's so fuckin' wild and totally awesome! And the reason I own her, as she likes to remind me daily, is that I've tamed her with my cock. Life is good!
"Hi, Son!" she said as she nibbled on his lip between kisses. "We've got a technical problem here. We all want to get ROYALLY FUCKED by our man, but there are four of us and only one of you. Thank God for triple blowjobs, at least!" She giggled with pure glee. "Do you know how happy you've made me? I've had so many orgasms lately, but I'm having something new: a happy-gasm. I'm overdosing on pure happiness! Son! My son!"
She started to cry. Even though she was obviously crying tears of joy, he didn't like to see her crying, period. So he kissed her on her lips, and she channeled her emotion into a kiss that practically sucked his soul right out of his body.
The whole group continued like that for some time. Alan stood like a pillar in the middle of the room, hugging and kissing whoever happened to be in front of him at the time, while a never ending whirlwind of voluptuous naked bodies slithered all over his front and back. There were always mouths and hands all over his erection.
He thought, It's good to be the king! No, it's fucking AWESOME to be the king! I've got to be the happiest boy on Earth! And not only that, but they're rejoicing in the fact that I'm making them all my sex slaves! I'm speechless! GOD, that feels GOOD!
Time lost all meaning as Alan completely succumbed to boundless ecstasy. Eventually, he finally exploded in a powerful orgasm. He had no idea whose mouth was enveloping his hardness at the time, or who was kissing him, or anything else. It was an endless blur of bodies and pleasure.
But his orgasm didn't seem to matter to anyone, including him. The hugging, kissing, slithering, and fondling continued for a while longer until everyone was fully satiated and out of energy.
Alan collapsed on a nearby love seat, while the girls rushed upstairs to check out their new collars in the mirror, and to see how they looked wearing them in a variety of clothes. Susan returned to the kitchen to work on dinner, happily humming the "Alan Song" that she'd composed a while back.
That left just Suzanne. She wound up on the love seat next to him with her arm around him. She said, "So. I think the moral of the story is: women like gifts!"
"Holy cow! I guess so! You all are going to be getting a lot more from now on. I've been forgetful about that, but Xania straightened me out."
"I'll bet she did, and then she got you flaccid again." She chuckled. "But seriously, if she did that, then I'm going to have to thank her in a big way. I'm kind of a girly girl, Sweetie. I like jewelry, flowers, and nice things. But I don't wear any jewelry anymore because they were mostly given to me by Eric, years ago. I want them to be from you. After all, I am YOUR woman now, and I'm proud of that fact."
"Okay, I'll remember that."
"Where'd you come up with the collar idea, by the way?"
"Don't you remember the poke-her party the day before yesterday, when Brenda officially proclaimed herself my slave for life in that wild ceremony, and I celebrated that by putting a black collar around her neck? Well, I was thinking, Brenda liked that so much, that... What? You're frowning?"
She was frowning. "Of course I remember, but it slipped my mind in the excitement. It's just... I was hoping I was the first one you'd collared. Or at least tied for first. Silly me."
He leaned over and kissed her. "That's cute that you cared. The important thing is, you're tied for first in my heart."
She loudly complained, "Sweetie! Shut up already! Don't say mushy stuff like that. You're just too lovable!" Then she kissed him hard on the lips, beaming with love and happiness.
As the kiss went on, she reached for his cock.
But he pushed her hand away and broke the kiss, so he could comment, "Mother, you don't always have to express your feelings for me by pleasuring my dick, you know."
"I know, but it's fun." She smirked mischievously.
He asked, "Is it always going to be like this? Sex, sex, and more sex?"
"Pretty much, and I see no problem with that. Do you? Sweetie, you're at the center of an extended family now, and keeping your cock happy at all times is a big part of what binds us all together. You keep us well fucked, and we keep you well sucked and stroked. It all works out, and everyone has fun on both ends of the deal anyway. Just go with it."
He smiled. "Well, okay. If you twist my arm."
She chuckled a little bit at that, and then she snuggled her head into his neck. "This is heaven. Wearing my new collar, cuddled up with my man." She sighed happily, but then said, "I almost wish I didn't have to tell you this, but Glory called a while ago, just before you arrived, actually."
"She did? Why are you reluctant to tell me that?"
"Because she mentioned something about how you'd promised to see her when her meetings were over. Well, she called just as her last meeting was breaking up. She's heading back to her apartment and would like to see you."
"Really? Oh shit! I'd better get there on the double!"
"Now you see why I didn't want to tell you? As Susan likes to say, 'Oh, poo!'" She put on a sexy pout.
"Boy, I'd better go take a shower. Even though she knows everything now, I don't think she'd appreciate me going over there smelling like the four of you."
"No, probably not." Suzanne was sad to end the cuddling. She kissed him for a good long while.
Eventually, his dick revived after her leg kept rubbing and rubbing against it. Then, feeling its stiffness, she made a point of sliding her muscular thigh against it even more.
She finally let him go after she climaxed from rubbing her pussy along the top of his thigh.
Susan, who'd been listening, wouldn't let him leave the room either without some more kissing. Since both of them were naked, it was a close thing they didn't end up fucking standing up.
He was actually starting to get a bit annoyed, because he wanted to get to Glory's. But he figured Susan would let him go if she had a nice cum, so they sixty-nined until she did.
Then he made it upstairs, but got waylaid by the girls before he could reach the shower. They decided that, due to his bandages, he needed "at least two shower helpers." It was very firmly asserted that a mere one helper would not do. And since they both just "happened" to be available, that pretty much decided things. His protests that their assistance was unnecessary fell on decidedly deaf ears as they marched him into the bathroom.
All the attention was kind of a bother, but he was having too much fun to mind. He thought about what Suzanne had said, about how the stimulation of his penis helped bind the family together, and decided to "just go with it," at least as long as his penis could endure.
The shower ended up involving a lot of bubble bath soap and "tit sponges." The bubble bath soap kept him covered in big mounds of soapy suds. The four tit sponges naturally belonged to the two sisters, and they generally rubbed up against Alan and each other. Most of the time, two of the "sponges" were sliding up and down on either side of Alan's body while the other two "sponges" were sliding up and down on either side of Alan's erection in what the girls gleefully dubbed a "spongefuck."
He had so much fun that he was frustrated that the shower had to end after ten minutes so he could get to Glory's apartment in a timely fashion. The girls had nice orgasms, but he didn't have time to work up to one for himself.