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Iveyflame Special [ 8 / 15 ] Things are Heating Up

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After Susan finished cooking, she left to change out of her apron into something more formal and alluring. Alan knew they'd been pushing her pretty hard, so he gave her permission to wear whatever she wanted, until further notice.

She and her kids sat down at the dinner table. As they always did before dinner, they linked hands and bowered their heads.

She prayed, "Dear Lord, please give us the strength and wisdom to deal with our... rather unusual situation. I understand Alan's special needs are important, but they should not so overwhelm our lives. Please give us the grace and peace of mind to help cope with all this... strangeness. Oh, and look out for Aunt Marcy and give her the strength to heal from her recent fall."

She went on, "And last but not least, thank you for all the joy you've brought us from learning to love pleasuring Tiger's member. He's a special young man with special needs. May his member stay thick and stiff and well-tended by all of us tomorrow, and beyond. Amen."

The two kids muttered "Amen" and released their hands.

Lately, Susan had been mentioning something along those lines in her prayers, but it seemed to be getting more explicit all the time. Alan thought, Man! You know things are getting weird and wild when even Mom's nightly prayer threatens to get me hot and bothered!

With Katherine free to talk, she asked, "So what's the special occasion, Mom?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're actually wearing clothes!" Katherine laughed at her own joke.

Susan wasn't so pleased. "Very funny," she griped. She nervously twirled a strand of her hair in her fingers, afraid that Alan might not like her rather conservative appearance. She'd been somewhat freaked out by what had happened earlier and wanted to wear something more respectable for dinner, but at the same time she still wanted to arouse her son. Whatever she wore would have a hard time competing with how she'd just been walking around nude, or attired just in an apron.

"Well, I think you look great, Mom," Alan said positively. "You know, sometimes you're just as alluring all dressed up as when you're naked."

"Thank you, Tiger." She was very relieved to hear his compliment.

Susan was wearing a lilac halter-top dress over long white sleeves and a white point collar. It exposed a tremendous amount of cleavage. But compared to what she'd been wearing lately, it seemed conservative, since it didn't have any potential for her nipples or tits to pop out. The fact that this dress was now considered conservative showed how incredibly much things had changed in just a few weeks.

Of course, she wasn't wearing any bra or panties. That Plummer house "tradition" had become so well established lately that it was now more like an iron-clad rule. The feeling of her nipples and her pussy rubbing against the rough fabric helped keep her in an aroused state.

He asked his sister, "What do you think?"

"Oh, I think Mom looks totally steaming hot. Good enough to eat." Katherine lewdly licked her lips. Coming straight from sex with Suzanne, she was very aroused by the prospect of doing the same to her mother, as unrealistic as that might be for the foreseeable future.

Susan could feel the sexual desire radiating from her daughter, so she nervously tried to change the subject. She stood up. "Speaking of good enough to eat, let's go get the food."

Alan said, "Mom, let me help you."

"Don't even think of it." That answer was no surprise. It was a point of pride for Susan to do all the cooking and serving, although she did appreciate help in cleaning up afterwards.

When she came back to the table, Katherine asked her, "So what's all this about your ass, Mom? Why was it hanging out so deliciously naked when I came down, and what did you say Big Brother was doing to it before?"

Susan sighed. "Here we go again. Let's see. How can I explain this?"

Alan helped out. "Sis, I was fondling Mom's bare ass when Aunt Suzy came into the kitchen. But I wasn't violating the no-touching rule. You see, when Mom set that rule, she also made clear some allowable exceptions. For instance, she said that it would be okay if I 'got her attention' when I needed sexual relief. I do that by grabbing her butt and fondling it as long as I like."

Susan looked away and muttered, "I don't know about the 'as long as I like' part." She made an excuse to go back to the kitchen, blushing profusely.

Katherine grumbled quietly. She was feeling jealous about this "new tradition" until she thought about it some more, finally coming up with an idea. Then she enthused, "Oh great! What a great rule! If you want to get my attention, why don't you do something similar? I know! You can stick your finger up my fuck hole. Or really, stick any object of that general size and shape in there. That'll be sure to get my attention, hee-hee."

"Kaaaatheriiiine!" chided Susan from the kitchen. "You know Tiger shouldn't do something like that. Even talking like that is unladylike. It's so very improper! Words like 'fuck hole' - for SHAME! Angel, I thought I raised you better. Why don't you think of something else?"

"Okay," Katherine said, delighted that her mother didn't mind the general concept of having her own special way of getting Alan's attention. "Let's see... the butt is already taken. We could make it the boobs, but let's face it, mine aren't as big as some other people's around here." She made a frustrated, screwed-up face at that thought.

Then her face lit up. "Oh, I know: my pussy! Not the inside, Mom, don't worry, but the shaved smooth outside. That's something special. He could pet the outside. What do you think, Big Fa- ... Uh, Brother?"

"Sounds fine to me!" He picked up his knife and fork and began to eat. Knowing that Susan would have an issue with him touching his sister's snatch, he clarified, "After all, it would be the general pussy area. Not actually, you know..." He was deliberately vague. "We can't have THAT!"

"What do you think, Mom?" Katherine asked. "Is that an okay signal?"

Susan answered from the kitchen. "Well, Angel, I don't really see why we need these signals in the first place, but I guess since I have one it would be hypocritical of me... Tiger, do you promise to restrain yourself and go no further than the outside of that... general area... with this signal?"

"Yes, I promise. I won't go any further when signaling." He was careful with his words because he thought to himself, However, when not signaling I'm going to keep fucking her silly!

He was rather staggered that his mother had agreed to his sister's bold suggestion, since she normally had such a strict rule against any contact with the pussy area. It so happened that all the playing around in the kitchen had left Susan as hot as an oven, so that her attempt to look and act normal was only a false front. She was feeling very horny and was imagining Alan rubbing her own pussy, so her willpower was particularly low at the moment.

Also, she trusted him completely, since he had never broken a promise, at least as far as she knew.

But he often adhered only to "the letter of the law," and this time he realized he'd found another loophole. He even rationalized that fucking his sister was okay from the fact that his mother had never explicitly forbidden them from fucking each other.

Before Susan could fully process his clarification, Katherine cried, "Goody! Why don't we try it out right now, and see if it works?" She stood up and walked around the table to Alan. She wore a short dress and pulled it up. Of course she wasn't wearing panties, so that left her brother's face inches from her bare pussy.

"Katherine, please! Not at dinner!" Susan complained from the kitchen. "You haven't eaten yet." She hastily walked back to the dining room table with several plates of food. She had outdone herself, preparing a succulent eggplant and spinach lasagne, with quinoa, lettuce and broad bean salad on the side.The source of this content is (F)ir????

"But MooooOOOOOoooom!" Katherine whined.

Alan more cleverly said, "Mom, do you suppose we could try it out for just a minute? I think it would be important to establish just what's acceptable here, while you're nearby, so you can help us clarify some gray areas. Otherwise we won't know how far to go when we're alone."

Susan felt trapped by that compelling logic. She took her seat at the head of the table. "I don't know. It's so improper. I mean, doing something like that in a public room, in front of someone else..."

"But Mom," he persisted, "you were just letting me fondle your ass with Aunt Suzy there. And you blew me in the back yard today in front of two people, even. You did a really great job of it too, by the way."

Susan blushed some more.

Alan thought that both cute and arousing.

As usual, she relented. "Don't remind me of my shameful mistakes. ... Okay, okay, fine. You're completely incorrigible. But just to clarify the boundaries. Very briefly! Your food is just sitting there getting cold. I made that lasagne with love."

"Excellent!" Katherine cried. She immediately took off all her clothes. The two of them moved to a love seat near the archway to the living room, but behind Susan's chair.

Susan twisted in her chair to see what was happening. "What do you think you're doing?!" she complained to her daughter. "Your clothes!" She rightly wondered why Katherine had to take her top off just for Alan to touch her bald pussy.

But rather than let Katherine answer, Alan immediately placed his hand on his sister's pussy and asked Susan, "Here's a question: the clitoris. What do you think about my touching the clit? It is on the outside, you know. So isn't that okay?"

Alan rubbed Katherine's clit as he asked this. He used one hand to pull back the hood and rubbed the tip until it stuck out like a little prick, red and swollen. He used his sister's moaning as an excuse to push things even further. "I hope I'm not being too rough; maybe you need a little lubricant." He licked his finger and rubbed her nub even faster now that it was covered with spit.

Susan waffled. "I don't know. I mean, that seems awfully sexual." Her own clit was throbbing as she imagined him playing with it. That dulled her objection.

He asked, "But is it really that different from pinching a nipple after touching a breast?"

"Well, no, but..."

He cut in, and went on before she could think, "Then we're in agreement. But what about the pussy lips? That's a tougher one. I mean, OBVIOUSLY, I wouldn't want to put my finger INSIDE her! But if I put my finger right here, along Sis's slit, I'm still on the outside. And I could kind of press down, like this."

His finger first circled around the outer lips, then slid back and forth in between the inner folds. He was still holding back her clitoral hood with his other hand. He managed to rub her clit while massaging his sister's meaty labia.

Susan was silent, as if struck dumb by the sight. She felt her own pussy start to moisten. When she'd first heard Katherine's suggestion, she'd imagined only touching vaguely near the pussy area. She definitely did not want to agree to this. But seeing what she was witnessing was so arousing, she was struck mute. She felt like she was watching Alan play with her own pussy.

He said, "So that's on the outside. Whereas THIS is on the inside." He dramatically plunged two fingers into his sister's slit and started up a rapid fucking action with his hand.

Susan was tempted to fall to her knees and have a powerful climax. This was the forbidden act she'd been longing for Alan to do to her. Even though she was fully dressed, she knew that she only needed to touch her clit to explode in total ecstasy.

Katherine moaned loudly. She was in a very happy place as his fingers explored her clit and then caressed her lower lips, all wet with her juices. She could even smell her own aroma as it started to fill the room.

Her mother could smell it easily as well, even over the steaming lasagne. "Tiger, please! Outside the lips only! And in any case, the proper time for that is after dinner! Your food is getting cold. I thought you were talking about just petting the area where she used to have hair." She looked down into her lap and noticed that her legs were rubbing together, as if someone else were in control of them. It took all her self-control to force them to stop moving.

"Oh, you mean like this?" He took his fingers out of his sister's steaming hole and caressed her silky skin all around her labia, which were very sensitive. "You're saying this is okay."

Katherine moaned again and kicked her legs about in excitement.

Susan formed a serious, disapproving frown. She was wondering why she'd even agreed to that much.

He sensed her mood and tried to wrap things up. "I'll try to keep it like this and go no further than what I was doing earlier."

"Fine." Susan sighed. "Now that we've got that sorted out, will you two please sit back down at the table, fully dressed, and eat all the food I spent so much time making? You really shouldn't be doing this kind of thing in front of other people, even me. Can't we be a normal family for a few minutes while we eat?"

All three of them sat down to eat.

Susan glared at her daughter. "Angel? Forget something?"

"Oh yeah." Katherine smiled mischievously, because she was still completely naked. She got up and put on her clothes.

"Really!" Susan complained as she ate, "I think you two take far too much advantage of my kind nature. Imagine. Eating dinner naked! Katherine, remember that you're grounded for the week."

"No problemo! That means I can stay home and suck Brother's Popsicle all week long!" Katherine pointed out happily. She was sitting down again after quickly throwing her clothes back on.

"No, young lady, remember the other part of your punishment? No blow... um, oral stimulation tasks for you. But since I'm in a generous mood, I'll let you stimulate him once a day with your hands."

"Woo-hoo!" Katherine squealed.

Susan wagged her finger like a chiding teacher. "But that's it! And you're done for today. After all, you're supposed to be having a punishment, not a reward. And Tiger, remember, no touching her either. If she can't touch you, then you can't touch her either."

"Except for touching her pussy, to get her attention," he pointed out.

"Yes, I suppose. Except for that. Just once a day though. God, I can't believe how weak I am!" She wagged a finger at both of them in a mothering way. "And no more stunts like this pussy-petting at dinner or whatever you call it. Is that clear? ... Oh my. I said 'pussy.' Is there any decent word for that area? Bush? No, you don't have one. Mound? Er, vaginal... No. Oh dear. Nothing works. You two are corrupting me."

The siblings nodded in agreement at her restrictions, and also at the fact that they were corrupting her. They tried to hide their smiles.