By the time Alan walked from the garage into the house, it was well past nine o'clock. He had expected that Suzanne and Amy would go home right after he left for Glory's place, and therefore figured correctly that they wouldn't be there.
He'd assumed that Susan and Katherine would be waiting for him, if not ready to pounce on him in an ambush of loving lust, but all was dark. Huh. They must have gone to bed already. I'll bet they were tired after a long and eventful day, just like me. I'm exhausted! Bummer, though. Not even a good night kiss and tuck-in from Mom? I really love those. And I was planning on sleeping with Sis, too. Well, maybe I'll sneak into her bed and sleep there, just the same.
His erection started to subside as he wandered the ground floor and saw no signs of life. He tromped up the stairs and noticed the lights in his room were out. He turned the overhead light on, and saw Susan and Katherine naked and kneeling on the floor. They were in his favorite submissive position, with their arms behind their backs, their heads bowed, and their chests proudly thrust forward. He looked closer, and realized that they were wearing nothing but high heels and their new black collars.
"Whoa!" he said in surprise, as his penis started to rapidly engorge again. "I nearly tripped over you two."
Susan solemnly intoned, in a slavishly obedient voice, "Master, two of your collared sex slaves are here for you, ready and EAGER to serve you!" But the serious tone she was trying to set was broken when she giggled with pure glee.
Katherine giggled too. She kept her head down obediently, but added, "Mom, that is SOOO cool: 'two of your collared sex slaves!' Brother, how can this collared slave bring you more joy? After all, now that I wear your collar, I have no choice but to serve as your eternal fuck toy! You own and control me completely!"
"You own and control US completely," Susan added, still bubbling with delight. "Son, your mommy is your sex slave now, your COLLARED sex slave! Your sister is collared too! You collared ALL of us! You're just too sexy and masterful to resist!" She rocked on her heels, and excited herself so much with her own words that she nearly toppled over.
Alan was amazed by all that. He even physically staggered back a few steps. Shit! This is just too insanely awesome! I'll never get used to how awesome this is! Look at them! Just look at them! To think that I've lived with them for years... YEARS! ... without fucking them daily! Man, I don't even want to think about what I almost missed out on, had it not been for that weird medical diagnosis. My fucking MOTHER and my fucking SISTER are my collared sex slaves! FUUUUUCCK!
He wanted to jump for joy. Just look at how happy and healthy a steady diet of my cock and cum every day has made them. They're practically glowing from the inside out, and they've never looked more beautiful, or more alive, since I can remember!
But he snapped out of his thoughts and laughed. Then he joked, "I don't think you two mentioned the word 'collared' enough yet. I take it you like your new gifts?"
"Do we?!" Susan stood up to hug him (and take his shirt and sweater off in the process). "We've been having nothing but one big collar-gasm all night!"
He chuckled. "First you're having a happy-gasm, now a collar-gasm. What's with you and gasms all of a sudden?"
"I dunno; I just like the word. My whole life is an Alan-gasm! I'm so happy!"
While Susan was stripping him and kissing him up top, Katherine crawled forward and started separating him from his pants and shoes. Then she slipped his newly erect penis into her cleavage. She sighed with relief as she cradled his erection between her breasts. She would have blown him, but she wanted to be free to talk. So instead, she just licked at his cockhead while rubbing her hefty orbs up and down on either side of his shaft.
He knew what he said next would drive them wild, and he could barely wait to witness their reaction. "By the way, when I was at Glory's just now, we had a pretty mellow time, but I did take the time to collar her too."
All motion stopped.
"No!"
"No way!"
He simply stood there, looking happy as a clam.
Just like earlier in the evening, bedlam broke out. Suddenly, he was being kissed and hugged from both sides, as they squealed and raved about this new development.
Then the women disengaged from him to high-five each other. The song and famous bass riff by Queen came to Katherine's head, and she sang,
"Bump bump bump,
another one bites the dust!
Bump bump bump,
another one bites the dust!"
Susan was vaguely familiar with the song and joined in, bumping hips with her daughter as the two of them kicked their heels off and danced around. Susan though soon came up with her own variation, "Pump, pump, pump, another one cums for cock!"
Katherine took that inspiration and ran with it, belting out, "And another one cums, and another one comes... another slave tamed by cock! Hey! He's gonna get you too, another slave tamed by cock!"
Soon, the two of them had latched back onto Alan, and were bumping and grinding their way against his sides and along his thighs.
But Katherine dropped back to her knees, eager to resume the titfuck. "Big Brother, we want to show our gratitude for being collared. Mom, I just HAVE to drain his balls dry!" She stretched her neck forward, trying to lick his cockhead with each thrust that brought it close.
"I KNOW!" Susan exclaimed. "You MUST! A master who collars his slaves so lovingly needs his cock stiff and his balls well-drained at all times, and that's just a fact!"
Katherine added, "Time out: I just want to say how happy it makes me to say that word. 'Collared!' Mom, next thing you know, he's going to BRAND us!"
"Shush!" the horny mother said in return, shivering with pleasure at the thought. She plastered herself all over him again and showered his face with kisses. "Don't even mention the B-word when I'm standing like this, or I'll cum so hard, I'll fall down! Can you just picture a big 'A' branded on all our hips?! Oh God!"
Alan rolled his eyes, but their extreme devotion was turning him on (and needless to say, Katherine's on-going titfuck, and Susan grinding her breasts and pussy against him, was making him feel pretty great too).
Katherine continued, "Mom, now that he's collared Glory, he's gonna collar EVERYBODY! Everybody! Can you just imagine ALL his women wearing his collar 24-7?"
"I can! There have been so many triumphs today! I can feel the harem really coming together. All my sister sex slaves are gathering!"
"COLLARED sister sex slaves," Katherine happily corrected. As she shifted her breasts back and forth over his stiff pole, she commented, "Wouldn't it be great if that collar became the mark of ultimate coolness in school? That's how girls would be judged beautiful: has Alan collared you and added you to his list of official fuck slaves?! Or does he just fuck you every now and then?"
Susan squealed, "I'm creaming! Angel, I'm gushing! Tell me more!" She was writhing and rubbing all over her son like a bitch in heat (while remaining careful not to crash into her daughter).
Alan was already getting too excited, so he had to say, "Hey you two, cool it down. Real life is great enough!"
Katherine replied, "Okay. But seriously, while you were gone, we were thinking about all the things we could do to get you insanely aroused for the rest of the night, so you'd have some of the best orgasms of your entire life! We've come up with a list." She looked around, obviously searching for a piece of paper.
"That sounds great," he said, "but I'm really not up for some kind of athletic orgy right now. At Glory's, I was just hanging out and chilling with her, cuddling and talking on the sofa. Why don't we do that for a while? It would suit my energy level."
"Oh, poo!" Susan pouted. "We had this one idea involving strawberries, whipped cream, and chocolate that I..." Her voice faded out. She was so bummed that she slowed her erotic writhing to a mere simmer. But she quickly added, "But Angel, he IS our master. What he says, goes. All we can do is obey!" She had to bite her lip to contain her arousal. "Cuddling sounds..." - she bit her lip - "nice."
Katherine frowned. But then she came up with an idea. "I know. People are playing all kinds of 'extreme sports' these days. What if we try some extreme cuddling?"
Alan chuckled. "Extreme cuddling?"
As she slowly slid her big boobs up and down either side of his rigid pole, she said, "Yeah! You and Mom can cuddle and hang out. Meanwhile, I'll be underneath you with Alan Junior in my cunt. You can slowly fuck me or just enjoy the Kegel squeezes I've been working on. You can't say no to a wet and tight cheerleader sister cunt massage, can you? Then Mom and I can trade off, and she can give you a nice long cunt massage too. Call it stealth fucking."
"Yes!" Susan agreed enthusiastically, sliding her body all over Alan's backside. "Stealth fucking! What a great idea!"
Alan chuckled some more, but said, "You two are too much." He wasn't sure if there would be much "stealth" in the fucking, but it sounded like a lot of fun either way. So he added, "But you know what? It actually sounds pretty good. Why don't we try it and see what happens?"
"Yeay!" mother and daughter yelled simultaneously. They kissed and rubbed all over him so passionately that he had to strain his PC muscle in order not to cum.
"Stop that," he said, in a friendly but firm manner, as he pushed Katherine away from his turgid penis. "You two spoil me too much. Remember what Mother has said about the danger of giving me a big head?"
Katherine looked at her brother's erection, and joked, "Too late for that!"
"Ain't that the truth," Susan giggled as she reached down and started jerking off the newly unoccupied penis.
"No, seriously," he insisted. "You two make me feel so good, it's like I'm high as a kite all the time. But you're spoiling me. I'm just a guy. Sis, I'm just your brother, not some super stud. Remember when you used to call me dorkhead and doofus? I'm still that same guy!"
"Wrong!" Katherine replied just as insistently. "You're not JUST my brother, you're also my master. And Mom's master. And master of a whole harem. I know that word has made you a bit uncomfortable, so we've tried not to use it-"
"Not very successfully," he muttered.
"True," she conceded. She was stroking a finger up and down his ass crack and rubbing her tits against his leg. "But we have tried. Now, we're not even gonna try. You're our master, and the collars prove it, and that's all there is to it! So there!" She stuck her tongue out playfully, yet defiantly.
"But what gives me the right to treat you-" he started to protest.
"DUH! Brother, have you forgotten how you repeatedly tamed our pussies? Because we sure haven't!"
"Yeah!" Susan seconded that emphatically. She was still jerking him off, and licking his neck too. "It's a fact that has been relentlessly DRILLED into me."
"Good one, Mom!" Mother and daughter high-fived each other.
"Thanks. I feel so deliciously TAMED by my master, every minute of the day! In fact, Angel, don't you think it's time he says it, without any pussy-footing around? Son, I want to hear you say: 'I'm the man of the house; I'm your master, and you're my slaves. What I say goes, period! I have total control over your sexy, busty bodies! Your only duty is to obey and serve!'"
He was tempted to say something along those lines (although toned down some). But he resisted, and said, "But Mom, you're my mom! You taught me how to ride a bike, and even how to throw a ball when father was... well, who knows where he was. If 'what I say goes,' then how can you carry out your parental responsibilities?"
"My number one responsibility is to have fun with your fat cock!" Seeing him roll his eyes, Susan added, "Seriously, that IS an important mommy duty. When you were five, a good mommy taught you how to ride a bike, and now that you're eighteen, a good mommy sucks your cock and gets royally FUCKED! A LOT! Plus, we can call it my reward for a job WELL DONE!" She pulled one of his hands down to her pussy, showing just how wet she was (not that he needed the proof).
But seeing that he still wasn't buying it, she rubbed his fingers up and down her pussy lips, and reluctantly continued, "Okay, okay. You're such a good boy that I don't worry. Strike that - you're a good MAN! But on those rare occasions that I might want to step back into the responsible mother role for some emergency, I'll... I dunno... I'll put my panties on until I have my say." She frowned and stuck her tongue out, repulsed at the very idea of wearing panties. "How does that sound?"
With the two voluptuous women writhing all over him, not to mention Susan's fist sliding up and down his shaft, he couldn't really think. "Well, okay," he said grudgingly. "As long as you two always remember that you're my mother and my sister, no matter what happens."
"YEAY!" Susan and Katherine shrieked and squealed, almost orgasmically. Susan added, "But wait! I wanna hear it! I wanna hear you say you're our master! At the very least, say: 'I'm your master and you're my sex slaves.'" She tried to stop, but couldn't help but add, "'And that's how it's gonna be. Forever!'"
He chuckled at how easily Susan could get carried away. "No. I'm not gonna say it, because if I do, I know you two will scream and yell and get even more excited, and then you'll really go to town on Alan Junior, probably until I cum. But I'm trying to calm things down." He was rubbing his mother's pussy lips without assistance now, and not even thinking about it.
"Oh, poo!" Susan protested, bringing a second hand down to help stroke his pole. "Calm?! Your cock is so THICK and long and YUMMY, how am I supposed to remain calm around that?!"
"Not to mention how demanding it is!" Katherine butted in.
"Yes! Good one, Angel. It's VERY demanding! And especially after you collared us! Seriously! Be realistic. Son, I love you so much. I just wanna show it! With my lips..." She started to kiss her way down his chest. "My tongue..." She began licking as well as kissing on her way to his belly button. "My tits..." She lifted up her boobs with both hands, pressing her nipples into his skin.
"I'll tell you what," he quickly offered, before her mouth could reach his crotch, and before she could list the other body parts that she wanted to use to show her love. "I'll say that 'M' word all you like tomorrow. That way, there's another thing to look forward to. Now, enough of this silliness. Let's find a bed."
"Yes, Master!" mother and daughter said simultaneously. If they were dispirited by his delaying tactic, they hardly showed it. They stood back from him and high-fived each other. Then they walked off together, whispering conspiratorially while shooting lusty looks in his direction. They even fingered their collars as they made eyes at him, like they were good luck charms.
Alan just shook his head in disbelief. I'm really not all that. Don't they remember my bad side? My bad habits? How can a penis be "demanding," anyways? It's just a piece of flesh. Sheesh. But they're so lovable with their enthusiasm that I can't really get annoyed.