6 Times a Day

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As Katherine and Alan walked down the stairs hand in hand, both naked and un-showered, Katherine pointed out, “Now, of course, in the future, you’ll be leading me downstairs on a leash. But unfortunately we don’t have a single leash in the entire house!” Her face went from mock-anguish to smirky. “I am SO going to have to fix that, first thing after school!”

“Now, wait a minute, Sis. Who said anything about leashes? No way am I going to lead you around on a leash.”

She paused at the bottom of the stairs and gave him a withering glare. “Shut the fuck up. You will, and that’s final!” ｂ𝚍ｎｏｖ𝚕．ｃｏｍ

He was taken aback by her firm defiance, but then he laughed, and the laughter was infectious. “My, my! That’s pretty impetuous for a supposed house pet and fuck toy!”

She laughed too. “Hey, I warned you when you bought me at the human pet store that I could get uppity! Do you want to take me back?”

He grinned and quickly pinched her nipples, which surprised her into arching her back and thrusting her breasts into his hands. “Of course not. I’ll just have to put up with my crazy cat-sister. In fact, the more uppity you are, the better. That’s the Kat I know and love. No leashes though, okay?”

She cooed, rubbing herself against him. “You know, there is one good way humans can show their cat pets their appreciation without involving bestiality…” She turned a bit and presented her long mane of brown hair to him.

He grumbled as he started to stroke her hair. “I have a feeling I’m never going to hear the end of cat metaphors. But that’s the first and last time you mention bestiality, okay? That’s just gross.”

“Yes, Master.” She brightened. “Actually, you already were my master when I was human, but now that I’m a sex cat, too, you’re like double my master! Is that too cool, or what?!”

“Or what,” he replied, both amused and chagrined. But then he stopped walking, just outside the kitchen, and became more serious. Still caressing her hair, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Sis, Kat, you know, this whole thing about calling me ‘Master’ and treating me that way, I don’t-”

She cut him off. “Hey, Bro. Hold on. Maybe I’ve never made myself clear on this. I just told you to ‘shut the fuck up.’ I’m not like some complete slave type, like say, Brenda. I’m proudly uppity. But this is my fantasy, so let me run with it, and play along with me, please? Just like having a harem is one of your fantasies, and we’re all happy to feed it and play along with it ‘cos we all get off on it so much. I am NOT going to change into someone else, so quit worrying about me. Okay?”

He smiled widely. “Okay. I like that… Kat.” He kissed her on the ear. He felt a whole lot better. He whispered because his mouth was still next to her ear, “So you don’t REALLY think I’m your master, do you? This is all just a game for you. A role-play, just like pretending to be a cat. I was starting to believe all the hype!”

“Rrrr! Now, I didn’t say that, either.” She winked, smiled, and grabbed his ass with one hand for a quick squeeze before resuming her walk towards the breakfast table. “Let’s go see what Mom has cooked up.”

“Okay.” He was confused again about his sister’s attitude, but nonetheless he felt better about things than he had before. He walked into view of the kitchen, still stroking his sister’s hair as he strode along.

Alan’s heart leapt into his throat as he took a good look at his mother standing in front of the kitchen sink. Rather unexpectedly, Susan was wearing a yellow long sleeved sweater that completely covered up her upper torso. But that was all she wore (except for high heels, naturally). The unusually thorough concealment of her top caused his eyes to focus on her stark naked butt even more so than usual.

He felt his dick suddenly harden and even twitch with unexpectedly strong excitement at seeing his mother dressed like a typical housewife, but only from the waist up.

As if that wasn’t arousing enough, her ass was wiggling back and forth in time to “Venus” by Shocking Blue (he didn’t realize it, but it was one of the songs on her “Sex Slave Mix” CD). He felt a powerful urge to simply walk over and fondle his mother’s flawless, firm, and deliciously sexy buns before spreading them wide with his hands and taking her doggy style.

Susan turned around, exposing her luxuriously thick bush to him, which made him gasp a second time.

No matter how many times he saw her naked, or even just partially naked, the thrill never wore off. WOW! Fuckin’ A! I have the hottest mom in the world! He looked back to Katherine and smiled. And a pretty damn amazing sister too! However, his dick was still recovering from the activity upstairs, so it failed to become erect.

Susan picked up the bowl of oatmeal she’d just made and walked to the dining room table, asking, “Now, what’s all this talk about cats I just overheard?” She didn’t react in any obvious way to the fact that both her children were stark naked, nor did she seem to notice her own partial nudity.

Katherine struck a catty pose, with a “paw” out in front of her. “Mom, Kat. I’m a cat. A sex cat! Brother owns me. I’m his pet!”

“Good grief,” Susan said in a motherly chiding voice, though it was mostly an act. She walked into the dining room, carrying a tray of food. “As if I don’t already have trouble getting my son’s cock inside of me often enough as it is. Now it’s just going to be that much tougher!” She mock-sighed.

“Yep!” Katherine responded happily. “Or I should say: meow! And just wait until tonight, when I’ll be wearing my collar and leash!” She turned to Alan as she sat down, and said with a firm stare, “Brother, you WILL use the leash and that’s final. It means a lot to me.”

He found himself pleased that again she was issuing an ultimatum. It helped reinforce his belief that whatever Katherine’s personal concept of subservience was, it was nothing like Brenda’s. He considered that a good thing.

Susan struck a sexy pose with a hand on her hip, drawing attention to her pussy. Trying to sound like a concerned mother, she said, “Tiger, if Angel really wants to be collared and leashed, you probably should help her with that. It obviously means a lot to her. And while it may seem strange for you to have your own sister as your naked and leashed sex pet, ready to serve and suck and fuck on your orders, maybe it wouldn’t seem so strange if you collar and leash BOTH of us at the same time.”

He was amused by that too. Oh geez, Mom is into it too. I should have figured. “And you would agree to this as a favor to Sis. Not because you want it too.”

“Well, I might want it a little,” she conceded, looking a bit abashed. “You know I don’t ask for much… Oh, and on a completely different note, you know what this house is lacking? A dungeon! Don’t you think? With lots of chains, and manacles.”

She turned around and bent way over, making sure her son got a great view of her bare ass cheeks. “Oh, and what do you call those special kind of seats where you can bend over your naked and bound body and stick your ass way up in the air so your son can spank you really hard?”

“I don’t know,” Katherine replied, “but we should definitely have a couple of those in our dungeon!”

Alan just rolled his eyes. He certainly didn’t want a dungeon. He asked his mother, “And what would happen the next time one of your many relatives comes to visit? How would we explain the dungeon away?”

“Hmmm. That could be a problem,” Susan conceded.

He said, “Just so there’s no doubt, I’m putting my foot down. No leashes, and no dungeons! I love both of you too much to treat you like that.”

But Katherine wasn’t dissuaded, and she excitedly added, “Hey Mom, guess what else? Big Trombone Brother raped me!”

Alan nearly choked upon hearing that. But then, again with chagrin, he realized she was merely eager to tell Susan about her morning fucking and didn’t mean anything negative by the word “rape.” In fact, just the opposite.

Standing back up, Susan beamed happily at her two children. “Tiger, you didn’t! That’s so sweet. Why, just yesterday Angel was telling me how much she was looking forward to a good raping.”

Alan reeled. He looked up at Susan, now towering over him with her breasts sloshing around and crashing into each other inside her sweater, and he reeled even more. In an attempt to bring things down to reality, he pointed out, “Mom, do you understand what that word means? You can’t be raped unless it’s against your will.”

She stood even closer until her pussy was nearly in his face, and said saucily, “Is that a threat or a promise?”

“What?! Neither.” While his mind boggled, his dick lurched with excitement and began to engorge rapidly.

Susan and Katherine had a good laugh at the stunned look on his face.

Then Katherine said, “Mom, I like your outfit.” She made quote marks in the air as she said “outfit.” “It kind of reminds me of that song ‘I Want Candy.’ You know the lyrics? ‘Candy on the beach there’s nothing better. But I like candy when it’s wrapped in a sweater.'”

Susan didn’t know that song since she’d never been into rock and roll until her recent sexual awakening opened her mind to new things in general. But she played right along. “Oooh, I like that. Tiger, do you want to play with my… candy?” She pulled her arms behind her back, thrust her chest forward, and rolled her shoulders, causing her breasts to fly around in circles and crash into each other under her sweater.

By this point Alan’s dick was fully hard and throbbing. But it was still feeling a bit sore from his long workout with Katherine, so he kept it covered with his hands. As his eyes went round and round with the motions of her swirling tits, he said, “Mom, we need to expand your sexual lingo. Right now, what you’re showing off is sometimes known as ‘sweater meat.'”

Susan flashed a brilliant smile upon hearing that. “Sweater meat. I like! It’s so demeaning. It really puts me in my place!” Without warning, she suddenly pulled her sweater up to her collar bone area, allowing her ripe and round breasts to bounce free.

Katherine said, “Sheesh, Mom, you look so psyched to be baring your boobs that it practically looks like you’re having an orgasm.” She paused, then added with chagrin, “Wait. Don’t tell me you just had an orgasm.”

“Well, not quite,” Susan sheepishly admitted. Then she added excitedly, “But almost! If only my Tiger would touch my clit, I’d explode in hot lust like a volcano! … I mean, how could I not? What’s more important to a big-titted, cocksucking, son-fucking mommy than showing off all her bouncy milky sweater meat to her studly son?! It’s what I live for!”

“Well, yeah,” Katherine conceded. “We’ve kinda noticed that. But even that’s not actually orgasm inducing, is it?”

“No,” Susan grudgingly agreed. “But when Tiger sees my big udders swaying free, I know that’s almost always just the beginning of the fun. He’s so insatiable! I know that before long, his hands are gonna be pulling on my erect nipples, and his fingers will be thrusting in my hot pussy, and then his cock will be sliding down my hungry throat as he relentlessly uses and CONTROLS my busty body! Then he’ll squirt a big yummy load down my throat, but he’ll just be warming up, because soon he’ll be POUNDING my pussy! Pounding, pounding, hard! My CUNT! His cunt, actually, because my entire body belongs to him, for my master to use to satisfy his every lustful desire!”

Susan was hefting her breasts up, obviously ready to continue talking in that enthusiastic vein for quite a bit longer.

But Katherine said, “Whoa, Mom! Calm down, there! You’re getting us all too excited. Take your hands off your tits this instant!”

“Yes, Angel,” she replied, panting while she bowed her head submissively.

But as no one else was saying anything, she added after a while, “My point was, I guess it’s a Pavlovian thing.” The excitement started to return to her voice. “Just baring my tits makes me so hot! My pussy starts to get all juicy because I know that before long my studly son will be USING and ABUSING me whether I like it or not, because I’m one of his many flesh-and-blood sex toys!”

Seeing Katherine looking at her askance, Susan bowed her head again. “Sorry. I’ll be good.” Her hands had drifted back up to the undersides of her breasts, but she pulled her hands behind her back again as well.

Alan just gawked. The whole situation floored him and left him feeling a bit dizzy. Seeing his mother standing stiffy with her hands behind her back and her chest thrust out as if ready to receive orders wasn’t exactly helping his boner get flaccid. He needed to get his eyes and his mind away from his mother’s luscious and tempting huge tits or he would lose control before his dick was fully recovered and ready for more action.

He looked Susan over from top to bottom and pretended a greatly exaggerated shock. “Mother! You’ve forgotten to wear your pants or skirt. Again!” He figured some playful joking would at least shift the focus of attention for a while and lighten the mood.

Susan grinned and played along. “I did?” She looked down with mock dismay. “Oh, I did! Goodness me! And I forgot my panties, too! Oopsies. And what happened to my titties?” She acted like she was trying to pull her sweater back down, but if anything only pulled it higher up.

Alan liked that response. He chided in a fatherly voice, “Mom, there you go again. It looks like us kids are going to have to punish you. Again!” He said this in a tired and irritated voice, as if he was all put out by her failure to wear anything below her waist.

Susan put her pinky in the corner of her mouth and looked shy and pouty. “Mommy’s been bad. What is her well-hung son going to do with her now?” Then, dropping the pretense, she blurted out, “God, I just love these role reversals!”

Mocking her former prudish self, she said with exaggerated distress, “It’s so improper! Maybe it’s time to show me all about what you mean about raping your own mother! Maybe Mommy needs a good raping! In my ASS!”