6 Times a Day



'ReaperCrew' Special - [5/10] Chapters.

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About thirty or forty minutes later, he pushed his chair back and said, "Thanks, Big Breasticles Sis. That was really good."

She laughed at his breast lingo. She liked it more than the pussy lingo he'd tried to use before. "My pleasure. Hey, Mom. I think he's ready. You can come in now."

He was surprised at the "Hey, Mom" comment. He looked around quizzically, and didn't see any sign of his mother.

But a few moments passed and then Susan stepped in from the living room.

He broke out in happy laughter upon seeing the outfit Suzanne had given her, because it was a new sex cow suit. It covered very little except for her arms and legs.

Susan laughed too, because she could tell he was laughing with her, not at her.

"Hey, Mommy. You look great. What do you have to say to yourself?"

"Mooo! Mooo!" She'd been holding a big cowbell around her neck so it wouldn't jingle, but now she let go and jingled her way across the room, up next to him. She stretched and cavorted like some kind of cow-fixated, overeager go-go dancer.

Katherine slipped away to the stereo and hit play. Susan's new CD was already queued up, and the song "Master and Servant" began.

Alan was amazed at Susan's energy. When he'd said he felt like he'd run a marathon, that wasn't just a metaphor - he really felt exactly like he'd run a marathon. He knew she had gone through just as much (although she hadn't been hiking all day, she'd done more of the "work" in their fucking). Yet her energy seemed boundless.

Katherine came back to Alan and stood next to him for a few moments, watching her mother dance. Then she dropped to her knees between his legs.

He thought, No way! No fuckin' way! Am I charmed, or what?!

Sure enough, she started slurping away on his erection while he sat back and continued to watch his mother's erotic dance.

There were two thin strips of cloth rising up from Susan's crotch and just barely covering her nipples before continuing on up and disappearing on either side of her neck. The strips were taut and appeared taped to her nipples because they stayed in place despite all of her wild gyrations. That allowed her breasts to bounce, but not swing wildly in an almost dangerous manner.

As the song came to an end, she finished with a bow.

She did finally appear to be a bit winded. The cowbell slowly stopped its incessant ringing. She turned around as she remained bent over, showing off her bare ass with a cow's tail inserted with a butt plug.

Katherine stopped her sucking long enough to witness the end of the performance. Then both she and Alan heartily clapped and whistled.

Alan said, "Wow, you look a lot better. I see you've showered. I must stink something awful, although admittedly playing with the ice had to have helped some. Yuck."

Katherine disagreed, as she turned her face back into her brother's crotch and got busy lightly licking his stiffness. "Brother, normally it would be gross, yes, but tonight it just makes you smell so manly. Such a strong mix of sweat and cum. It's good to have you totally primal every once in a while. Don't you think, Mommy?"

She let out a "Mooo!" and nodded.

That got more laughs, but he said, "Okay, enough mooing. I like to talk to you. Come closer so I can feel your sexy cow ass."

She did. As soon as she was freed to talk, she said, "Angel, I just LOVED that last song. 'Master and Servant.' I didn't know they allow that kind of thing. And this next track - 'Under My Thumb.' That's even better!"

Katherine was too busy bobbing her head over her brother's shaft to reply, but she held a hand up making a thumbs up gesture, hoping her mother would see it.

As he explored her ass with both hands, he muttered, "Oooh. This feels good." His hand strayed into her butt crack. He discovered that the long cow tail she wore was actually attached to a tightly held butt plug, and nothing more. He liked that, too.

She enthused, "Tiger, I'm so hot! Dancing for you, and now this 'Under My Thumb' song - I need to be fucked so bad! Angel, can you at least move over so we can share?"

"Just a minute, Mommy," Alan replied. "Let me check out this outfit of yours."

He noticed that the rest of her outfit was quite curious, too. He turned her around and ran his hands over her front side.

Her legs and arms were mostly covered with the cow patch pattern she loved so much. Her pussy and nipples were covered with the same kind of fabric, but only in the barest way technically possible. Thin straps not even as wide as her areola ran over each breast and merged down at her clit. Then one strap ran deep up her ass crack - butt floss, he liked to call it - before heading straight back up to the back of her neck.

As one of his hands slid under the strap and felt up her pussy, he said, "Tell me about these straps here."

"Isn't it the greatest?" Susan gushed. "Suzanne is so full of surprises. Every move I make rubs my nips and clit like you wouldn't believe, not to mention the butt plug for the tail, which feels so good! That's why I was jingling my bell and dancing back there. I practically got off, just from the bouncing! They pull SO TIGHT on all my favorite parts that it's unbelievable!"

Katherine stopped sucking and joked, "Mom, now you know what I want for Christmas." Since this was her mother's special night, she knew it was time for her to step aside, and she did.

"I know, Angel! If one is forced to wear clothes, this is the way to go."

"I would hardly call those clothes," he snickered while he played with her breasts. He discovered the straps were taped on, but he was able to pull them aside easily enough.

Susan protested, "Tiger! Don't! I'm on fire as it is. I'm 'under your thumb.' Fuck me!"

But even as she said that, she got on her knees in front of him and said, "You can't ignore a sex cow's udders." She brought her hands up and pressed her orbs together. "Just in case you missed them and their need for milking, I'm going to milk you for a while." She scooted forward and encased his penis in her cleavage.

He was pleasantly surprised to discover his mother's boobs were already slicked up with some kind of fragrant oil. But, as he started thrusting away into her giant pillows, there was one thing he felt needed correcting. "Mom, I love how you please me."

"Pot calls the kettle black. You're the one who makes me die and go to heaven every day."

"Okay, we please each other. But please, please don't call cocksucking or titfucking or anything else you do to me a milking, okay?"

"Sure, Tiger, but why?" She continued to slide her slicked up tits up and down on either side of his dick.

Katherine was standing behind him, running her hands through his hair, but mostly just observing the hot scene.

He replied, "I dunno. I guess one thing that came to my mind on the trail kind of bugs me. My balls got so filled up with cum that I began to feel like I was a cow needing to be milked. You know how if a cow goes a day without getting milked, it's in agony? I was like that. I had no idea I could get backed up that quickly - practically half the food I eat must go into making more cum these days! But I don't get off on all the cow metaphor stuff like you do. It's kind of humiliating, like I'm a cum cow, and all the sexy attention lavished on me is just so women can milk me for my sweet semen."

"Awww, Tiger," Susan cooed as she happily slid her giant tits around his hard-on. "That's so not true. You know and I know that we'd love you just as much if your cum tasted something awful. Don't you remember both of us seduced you even before we knew what you tasted like? In fact, if your seed tasted like cod liver oil I'd swallow just as much as before, just to show my love for you. That's what we really want from you: we crave your love."

"Me too, Bro," Katherine agreed from behind. "The great taste of cum is just an unexpected bonus to all the other good stuff. I'd be in heaven from mere cuddling alone."

"Well, thanks, but I still feel funny. I mean, what if, God forbid, I went on a week's vacation instead of two days? Or a month? I know we talked about this on Friday already, but I didn't realize the situation is so extreme until I was gone for two days. The fact is, I need my dick milked or emptied or whatever you want to call it, every day."

Susan didn't seem too concerned. Her soft but firm orbs squished around his cock while she replied, "Tiger, I think that's fantastic. It's true you may be a sort of cow, but you're my cute, cuddly, tiger cow. At the same time, you're my big, studly bull. We have a mutual addiction, not of body fluids, but of great sexual joy, and love. You need us. We need you. We've all discovered that sex is just about the best possible way to enjoy ourselves, and to share our love."

She craned her head down and licked the tip of his cockhead as her titfuck continued. "Together we'll go through all of time helping each other out. We'll just have to make sure that you're never far from a willing and able sexy mouth, cunt, or ass. We'll never, ever let you go a week alone without us! I don't care what it takes and if you like it or not - I'm going to be by your side to help you."

Katherine chirped in, "Brother, it may be true that you could lose a little freedom and mobility, but isn't that a small price to pay, to always be surrounded by sexy bombshells? I know I'll never tire of you. Never. Expect to have your penis pumped at breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the rest of your life, if you want it, for starters. If Mom won't help that much, I certainly will. Not that that would ever happen, right Mom?"

She snickered and giggled. "I want to have my own career, but I don't mind limiting my options to be near you. If you think you can live in a different town than me, you've got another thing coming!"

He laughed. "Thanks. I can't imagine living away from either of you. That's a given. I hope Amy and Aunt Suzy feel the same way."

Susan said, "I'm sure they do. So we won't call you a cow, because if you look around the room, I think we can all agree on who the sex cow is, no? And she doesn't just metaphorically need milking, she's got real milk starting to gush out of her udders." She winked. "Now, big bad Tiger, go ahead and ravage your defenseless moo cow mommy!"

"I think that can be arranged," he said, high on life. "Rrraggrr!" He attacked her like a tiger, pretending to claw and bite her.

They played around with each other. After a big tickle fight, they ended up on the floor.

Alan was increasingly tired, so he just lay on the floor while Susan resumed titfucking. All this talk of milking got him thinking about her breasts and so he focused on playing with those even when she took occasional breaks from titfucking him. He knew that all he had to do was tweak her nipples and she'd be over the moon, so he kept that up.

Katherine meanwhile, sat on the other side of the table in her apron, watching the incestuous lovers go at it on the floor. She'd started the evening as nothing but excited for her mother and brother. But jealousy had started to well up in her as she watched Alan give Susan one incredible fucking for the ages after another, all evening long, and now resentful feelings were overwhelming her selfless ones.

But she contained her jealousy from boiling over by thinking, Let Mom have her fun tonight. Tomorrow is MY day! From the moment Big Brother wakes up until the moment he falls asleep, I'm going to be there for him. Okay, maybe Amy and Suzanne will need their turns, too, but if Mom gets anywhere near touching him, she's going to feel my wrath!

There was only one problem titfucking in their new lying down position: the cowbell around Susan's neck. It kept banging into his cock with each upthrust, and it irritated him with its constant clanging.

But Susan loved it, and she said to Katherine, "Angel, you have to try wearing a collar like this! It really makes me feel like Tiger owns me! From now on, I'm going to wear it aaaaall the time!"

He frowned at that, and said, "Mom, sometimes you say submissive stuff that crosses the line from sexy to a bit scary. This ownership talk is just sexy talk, but sometimes you seem to be taking it seriously. Anyways, please don't wear that because you'll drive me mad with the bell."

"Oh. Sorry. It's just that I get so excited sometimes!"

"I noticed!" He shook his head in wonder.

They all laughed.

But Susan really did love the idea of being owned by her son. She wanted to treat him with a love, devotion, and loyalty beyond that of any relationship that had ever gone before.

They continued titfucking on the floor for some time until Susan had him teetering on the edge of a great climax. Meanwhile, her new mix CD kept playing and she seemingly loved each song even more than the last.

However, she wanted the next load inside her vagina. "This titfucking is wonderful for both of us, but what about my needy hole? It's ready for more fun. Remember, being master around here entails responsibilities as well as many, many, MANY sexual benefits. And your responsibility and benefit is to fuck me tonight until we both collapse from exhaustion. Obviously we can't go on with this intensity all the time, but tonight we'll do our best."

He stood up. "Agreed! Quick, let's find a bed! I wanna fuck my sex cow, and do it in a bed, 'cos I'll probably go straight to sleep afterwards. I could use a nap. I'm soooo worn out I can't even believe it."

Susan stood too. She could see Katherine was a bit peeved, so she brought up the sleeping arrangements issue in an attempt to please her. She spoke to her son, but her message was to her daughter: "None of this going back to your bed alone stuff, either, Tiger. From now on you'll never sleep alone again. I think it's only fair that your naked mothers and sisters take turns sharing your bed each night fucking and sucking you to sleep, but tonight you're all mine."

Katherine raised an intrigued eyebrow as she heard that.

He nodded. "Agreed, Mom. Mommy, actually - sorry that I keep using 'Mom.' It's such a hard habit to break. Agreed, Big Bumpers Sister?"

"Oh. Definitely!" She'd been worried that Susan would want to monopolize him and that she'd end up getting less than half of the "sleeping rights," so that was a relief to hear. She wondered how often all three of them could sleep in the same bed, or even four or five, but figured they'd work that out later.

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