Katherine stepped up, reached over, and cupped one of Alan's ass cheeks.
Alan needed to catch his breath. He rested for a moment as he braced against Susan, supporting much of her weight.
Katherine tenderly ran her finger down to his perineum, seeking the particularly sensitive space between his anus and his cock (which was still firmly impaled in his mother's ass).
She gently teased, "Sucks to be you. You're not done here yet, are you?" She began a deliciously light and feathery finger-dance over his sensitive skin.
"No, I guess I'm not," he admitted.
He had worked out an elaborate plan with his sisters upstairs to fulfill Susan's ultimate fantasy, and a good assfucking in the kitchen was only the beginning.
He faced a huge challenge because when it came to sex with her son, Susan not only had a vivid and creative imagination, she had convinced herself that he possessed super-human sexual powers. Alan was all too aware of his very real limitations, but he loved his mother too much to give her anything less than all he had to give. He already knew he would have to draw deeply from his physical, mental, and emotional reserves to successfully pull this fantasy of hers off.
With a weary sigh, he straightened up and shifted his position. Then he sighed again, but this time with great satisfaction as he pushed his cockhead a little deeper into his mother and pulled back. God, I love a tight fuck! And nothing feels better than fucking Mom! All those years of watching her giant tits bouncing around, so close but out of reach, trying so hard not to get aroused... And lately her ass has looked so gorgeous
and fuckable, no matter what she covered it up with... And now I'm fucking that same ass!
He nodded and said, "Okay, Sis and Sister, you know what we gotta do next."
Katherine stood up. "Yeah, but hold on, Bro. You're totally wiped out. Let's get you some orange juice." She walked over to the fridge.
From her vantage point on the floor in front of Susan, Amy giggled, and said to her brother, "Too bad you can't be, like, in two places at once. On my side of Mom here, there's, like, totally sweet mommy milk! And you should see and feel the milk jugs!" She briefly reached out and squeezed Susan's tits.
Susan had a mental orgasm from hearing that. That's right! This is what lactating is all about, what makes the bother worth the while! So my children can play with and drink from my "milk jugs!" Yes! A good mommy is a slave mommy!
"I know," Alan agreed with Amy, "but later. Right now I just gotta down like a gallon of juice. This is exhausting! It's like whole body orgasm sex - beyond great, but it's shortening my life span."
Indeed, the kind of physical sex he was envisioning would be a challenge, but at eighteen years old, he was in his physical prime. In fact, just a few minutes later, he was feeling revived while Susan still hung limp like a rag doll.
Susan had extremely high sexual expectations of him, but she was also extremely easy to please. Every little thing he did aroused her. The mere fact that his cock stood as erect as ever, fully impaling her, was almost more than she could take. She wanted to tell the whole world how good it felt, and how naturally superior he was.
Staying impaled in her was key to his plans for the next scene. "Come on, girls. I'm ready. Let's do it."
With Amy and Katherine on either side and Alan still firm in Susan's ass, they carried Susan from the kitchen through the dining room and into the living room. It would have been much easier to simply walk across the room instead, but Alan knew that part of Susan's ultimate fantasy was to have him fuck her in the ass all over the house, and from what he understood, at no time did her fantasy have him pull out.
As the strange procession slowly made its way through the living room, Katherine disengaged long enough to grab a prop she had earlier stashed nearby. "Okay, Big Winchester Rifle Brother, here's your hat..." With one hand, she slapped a big cowboy hat on his head.
While Katherine was doing that, Amy slipped something around Susan's neck, saying, "...And for you, here's a bell for our prize milk producer!" It was a cowbell, but undersized and dampened so it wouldn't ring quite so loudly.
Susan stammered, "Wha-wha-what is this?"
Katherine slapped Susan on her ass and then whooped, "We got ourselves a cattle drive!" She leaned in close to Susan's ear and stage-whispered, "So far, Brother's just got the one big-titted sex cow - you - but you know how he is. He'll have a whole herd of 'em before long. And we gotta keep 'em moving or we'll never get a chance to clean up all the puddles of pussy juice."
Susan groaned with delight. "Moo!" Then she giggled. She nearly came again, just picturing her son leading a dozen or more big-titted and lactating sexy mothers, naked and on all fours except for some cow-themed paraphernalia here and there, including long leashes from each "sex cow" leading to his hand. He held a long whip, and was liberally using it as well as delivering hand spanks as he moved through "his herd."
She shivered lustily, as she continued to fantasize about that while also greatly enjoying what was really happening to her.
They brought her to one of the sofas and bent her over an armrest. Then Amy and Katherine stepped to the side to watch.
Without warning, Alan resumed fucking his mother's upturned ass.
She let out an incoherent lusty groan as he went deep with each stroke. At first, he kept his strokes slow and deliberate until she had recovered a bit more.
As she began to revive, the enormity of where she was and what was happening fully hit her. She squealed with shock and joy, "My fantasy! My ultimate fantasy! Tiger! Can you read my mind?! Is your control over me that complete?!"
He laughed as he fucked. "No, Mom. You've only told Aunt Suzy that fantasy like a thousand times already. I think I know it word for word from her. But there are limits. I can't fuck your ass in every room in the house in a single sweep, at least not today."
"Oh Tiger! This is more than good enough! Look, Angel! Look, Amy! Your brother's got me bent over the sofa and he's fucking my
butt like I'm some kind of wanton whore! Is this great or what?!" She laughed joyfully.
But her laughter came to a sudden and surprising halt when Alan spanked her hard on her left buttock (while making sure not to pull out of her ass in the process).
"What was that for?!" she yelped.
Alan said, "Mommy's a sex cow, and sex cows don't talk, they moo. One moo means yes, and, well, that's all you need to know because sex cows live to get fucked. Oh, and milked. Milked and fucked. Fucked and milked! They never say no!"
Susan both beamed and let out a particularly loud and lusty groan as she pondered that comment. Serves me right! I should never say 'no' to him to begin with! I love how Tiger's keeping total control over me, like he did earlier. "Milked and fucked, fucked and milked!" That's going to be my glorious destiny, forever! I hope and pray this isn't just a one time thing, but that he finally understands how to treat me right.
She shook her head, causing the bell to clank around some, muffled though it was. This bell is a good start! Hee-hee!
Energized by Alan's renewed thrusts and bold words, Susan did more than just lay flopped over the sofa while Alan continued relentlessly driving into her. She propped her upper body up on her elbows, allowing her to look around the room, her bell now swinging freely.
Just then, Amy and Katherine sauntered into her field of view. Immersed in the passion of their intense assfucking, neither Alan nor Susan had noticed that when Katherine and Amy had come down the stairs several minutes after Alan's grand entrance they had not only left the cowboy hat and cow bell as he had requested; they had hidden the Western-themed costumes they'd been saving for the next fashion show.
"Look!" Susan exclaimed as Alan hammered forward and then she pushed back. She nodded toward Katherine on one side of her then Amy on the other. "Oh, look at the two of you. Don't you look cute, and oh-so-fuckable? Son, I wish I was a man just for an hour, and had a great big, powerful cock like you do, so I could tap those two cuties!"
Alan interrupted his rhythm, pausing to look as well. This wasn't part of the prearranged plan, so he was as surprised as his mother at this latest development. Amy was wearing a cowboy hat, a toy six-shooter in a holster, a bandanna - and nothing else. Katherine's attire was similar, but in her own unique and equally sexy style.
He looked back and forth between them, smiled, and resumed ringing his mother's bell by rhythmically pounding his mother's
ass. He thought, Oh Man! Extra bonus surprise! Or should I say boner surprise? Dang, they both look so extremely fuckable, but I've only got the one dick. If only I could fuck all three at once.
He didn't say anything out loud, but Katherine and Amy were rewarded well enough as they first saw his surprise, and then supreme pleasure, followed finally by pure lust. They reached across both a busily thrusting Alan and bell-ringing Susan, and high-fived each other.
Meanwhile, Susan began pointing around the room with growing enthusiasm. "Look at this room. UH! We've got a giant orgy bed- UGH! tucked away in the, in the corner. Oh! Yeah! ... UGH! Now that Glory's gone home... Oooh! Tiger! ... we should uncover that and, and... OH! ... and put it to good use. Orgy! Good... Good God! ... And, and... the stripper pole smack dab in the middle. I love it! Yes! YEEESSS! This is a room made for fucking! Mmmm! Fuck me! OH! And look at me. Just look at me! God, oh GOD! YES! I wish there was some kind of way the old me could see the new me. Mmmm, yeah!"
Amy surprised everyone by suddenly crying out, "Impertinent heifer!" Then she spanked Susan hard on her left ass cheek.
At first Susan couldn't believe Amy did that, because it seemed so out of character. But Amy quickly succumbed to a giggle fit, leaving no doubt it was her.
Inspired, Katherine eagerly picked up Amy's improvisation, shouting, "That's right! Sex cows never learn!" as she spanked Susan's right ass cheek.
Susan was in seventh heaven. Sprawled nude over the sofa in an obscene position while her son slowly and deeply plowed her asshole was great, but both daughters spanking her at the same time was even better, a detail that even improved on her original fantasy. She wanted to yell out "YES!" But then she caught herself, remembered her role, and mooed loudly instead.
Her real experience continued to improve on her fantasy when Amy said in an outrageous Scarlet O'Hara accent, "I think ol' Bessie is just a little uppity and ornery 'cos she hasn't been milked in a while." Amy reached down and began rubbing one of Susan's nipples between her fingers. "Yep, them teats're swelled up and ripe for a good milkin'." Amy was trying to use a Southern drawl to go with her Western clothes.
Susan thought, Oh my goodness! This is so wonderful! I'm the family milky sex cow, just like in my fantasies. and they're only getting started on milking me!