 Part 24: Hey Jealousy (MF, FF, inc, slow, reluc, voy) Written by Spacer X (paul_t_22@yahoo.com)
CHAPTER 1 (Tuesday, Nov.
12) They figured that when Susan came back they'd have a few moments to hear the door open and get decent and hide the sheet before she could walk down the hallway then down the stairs and get in eyesight of them. If worse came to worse and they got caught, it wouldn't be the end of the world, but it still wasn't a good idea to get caught just yet. For nearly an hour, they hardly moved from their sixty-nine, because both of them had penis-starved pussies that needed pleasing, and satisfying any other sexual need was far down the list. Dildos or strap-ons would have been perfect to give both of them that "fucked by Alan" feeling they craved more than anything, but for once neither of them had any toys handy. Finally, they heard the door to Alan's room open and shut. Luckily, they still had their dresses hanging around their midsections and were acutely listening for any sounds since Susan had been gone longer than expected. Susan stopped by the bathroom so they had plenty of time to dress and make themselves presentable before Susan came down the stairs. Not having to wear bras or panties allowed one to get dressed in a hurry. They stuffed the wet sheet underneath the couch. Alan and Susan had hoped to catch the last of their favorite show, but they'd played tit games far too long and the show was long over. Suzanne and Katherine were relieved that they didn't have to fill them in on any plot, because although the TV had been on, the volume had been completely muted and they hadn't paid the slightest bit of attention to the screen. The smell of sex filled the room, but that too wasn't very unusual any more and didn't cause any suspicions. Susan was perturbed because Suzanne was pushing into new territory. Everyone knew that there would be teasing and flashing of skin once Alan had some more minutes to recover, but it was obvious from the way Alan was sitting that he wasn't hard and wasn't even in the mood to get that way anytime soon. Suzanne was just getting naked because she wanted to. Susan protested, "Suzanne, I love you dearly, but what on God's green Earth do you think you're doing?" "Just getting more comfortable. Between the three of us women, we're naked more often than not around Alan. Isn't it so? So why pretend? Why can't we just get as naked as we want to be, wherever we want to?" Suzanne deliberately kept her dress over her stomach to highlight the shocking white skin of her twin tit wonders. The dress also pushed her tits up and made them look unusually large. She added, "Anyway, we all know that Alan needs to drain his lizard at least six times a day. Is it enough to help him cum when he gets hard? I think not. We need to be more proactive so he can get hard and stay hard more often. That means we have to expose ourselves nearly constantly." Susan was going to protest some more, but Alan spoke up first. "Mom, what's the problem? Suzanne's right. She's just helping me out with visual stimulation. But even if she wasn't, then so what? Why should we have any rules about clothing at all?" Susan protested to the whole group, "But if we listened to Suzanne, that means it would never stop. The three of us would spend nearly every waking moment trying to arouse Alan, stroking and sucking him, then draining him of his precious seed. Then it would start all over again in a never-ending vicious circle." Suzanne smiled. "That's right. And you see this as some kind of problem?" She glanced at Alan and winked. Susan gasped. The enormity of Suzanne's vision hit her and she found herself pleased beyond words. She momentarily envisioned other women busy at the office chained to the nine to five grind while she stayed at home getting her chest and face bathed by load after load of her son's sweet cum. She felt weak in the knees. She found the idea of basically being enslaved to her son's desires to be particularly appealing. She managed to mutter, "Uh, no problem." Suzanne pressed her advantage. "So, you see more nudity is a good thing." Her legs had been pressed together, but she opened them wide so everyone could see the entirety of her pussy and her reddish-brown bush. Susan's mouth opened wider, but no words came out. "This is sweet," Katherine said as she took all of her clothes off. She was quick to revel in her newfound freedom before Susan changed her mind. "No more of this 'Keep your clothes on, Angel' and 'Angel, looks like your blouse has fallen open' stuff that I hear all the time. Yes!" She punched a fist into the air triumphantly. But Suzanne said, "That may be true, Katherine, but you have to think strategically. Sure, it's fun to undress and loosen up, but you'll still want to keep most of your clothes on most of the time to best tempt Alan. Look at me and then look at you. You're already out of clothes. You've got nowhere to go from there. But I still have all kinds of possibilities, all kinds of ways to recapture his eye if it wanders. You have to work your way to total nakedness slowly." Suzanne visibly demonstrated, "Look at Alan's face and how he stares at my pussy. See how I have my legs open, but just a little bit. Watch how his attention keeps coming back to me as I move around and sometimes expose my pussy and sometimes close my legs again. It's the same with the way I keep things interesting with my breasts: covering, then stretching, then leaning forward, and so on. There's an art to teasing and you need to learn it." Katherine saw the logic in that, as did Susan. They both nodded, as if students taking stripping and cockteasing lessons from the experienced Suzanne. Suzanne then said to Katherine, "Now, put your postage stamp skirt back on, then your flimsy shirt that you cleverly always keep unbuttoned." Katherine quickly complied. She noticed that Alan was watching her closely to see what would happen. Then Suzanne continued, "Stand up, and take your shirt off again, but slowly." Katherine had opened her shirt up wide from the front and was about to take it the rest of the way off. But suddenly Suzanne said, "Freeze! Hold that position. Good. Now wait. Pull your skirt down further to where the top of your bush would be showing, if you had one. Good. Now go back to holding your shirt wide open."
Alan pondered. While he was thinking, Katherine said, vamping it up, "Boy, it sure is hot in here. If you'll excuse me, I'll just have to take this off all the way!" They all laughed. Alan said, "If you put it that way, I like this better." But Katherine made a nod towards Alan's short shorts and said, "Look. If this teasing is so good, then why is he still soft?" Suzanne pointed out, "Susan just spent an hour draining Alan to within an inch of his life. If he could get erect yet again at this point it would be a miracle. But he's aroused in the mind and ready to go if the flesh is willing, isn't that right, Sweetie?" Alan nodded. The lesson learned, Katherine sat back down with her shirt still on, but wide open in the front. She kept her skirt low slung, and in fact dropped it even further. She basically imitated the way Suzanne sat topless on the couch, and tried to consciously mimic Suzanne's always sexy gestures and movements. Susan was nervous in front of the others, but her competitive nature wouldn't allow her to stay dressed while the others slowly lost their clothes. Soon Alan was staring at six tits at once. Being a tit man, he'd never seen a lovelier sight. But that was just the beginning. The three of them seemed to have some kind of unspoken competition to see who could arouse Alan the most. They once again followed his mood. Since his penis still needed time to recover, they started slowly. For a while, everyone just watched television. But within half an hour, skirts rode up. Phallic objects were held, stroked, and even licked. Tops came completely off. Mostly though, the teasing was verbal. For instance, the women joked a lot about fruits. Alan was asked if he wanted just about every large, round fruit imaginable. But this was generally Katherine and Suzanne's game, since Susan wasn't adept at innuendo. However, she paid close attention and started to learn the language. Every now and then, Suzanne offered suggestions in what was a continuing lesson for mother and daughter. The unspoken question hanging over all their activity was: who would get to take care of Alan's next climax? There was the sense that whoever aroused him the best at the moment would get the privilege, but there was no telling, because it was ultimately up to Alan's whim. Normally Susan would have been out of the running as she'd just done it, but since it was a Tuesday, that was far from certain. In fact, the surprising thing was that she was magnanimous enough to allow the other ones to remain over at the house and compete in this game at all. She was trying to work on being less possessive. But at the same time, while she wasn't normally the competitive type, she was very competitive when it came to Alan's penis. It was clear from her mood and actions that she was determined to show the other two that Alan loved her best and would pick her. But Suzanne felt the same. She thought her sexual talents could put her ahead of Susan. And Katherine also thought that she alone deserved to be picked. She hoped her status as the most willing and eager fuck toy would cause him to pick her. Alan realized that while the situation seemed wonderful on the surface, in reality he was in a serious pickle. No matter whom he picked, the other two would be very offended. Although Alan still had his penis in his pants, the situation was rapidly spinning out of control. Suzanne, looking uncharacteristically desperate, actually cried out, "Pick me! Pick me!" Soon Susan and Katherine picked up the call, and all three were crying "Pick Me" in unison. The sight was almost comical. Alan was highly aroused by their eagerness. Thanks to all the "Pick Me!" cries, his erection finally reached its full size after an hour of constant teasing. But he knew that there was no way he could in good conscience pick one and hurt the other two. He wanted to pick and please them all, but he doubted his mother would take part in a multi-person blowjob with either or both or the other two at the same time. He was about to announce that he wouldn't take any help at all, when an idea came to him. I know! I'll let chance decide. Then no one can blame me for losing. He stood up dramatically, and said, "Okay, it's true. You all have got me ready to be drained yet again. What a day! I want all three of you equally. You're all so great and sexy; there's no way I can pick just one. That's why we have to play paper rock scissors." The three women grumbled, but they went along with the idea. Katherine and Susan picked rock, but Suzanne picked paper. Realizing she won, Suzanne was very cool and collected about it on the outside, as if she'd known she was going to win all along. But on the inside she was surprised by the strength of her emotion on just how happy the victory made her feel. Alan was diplomatic. He shrugged his shoulders and said to the other two, "I'm really sorry. I'll make sure it evens out later. I'm especially sorry, Mom, for this to happen on a Tuesday. I'll be yours for the rest of the evening after she and I are done. Okay?" Susan was so upset that she didn't say anything, but she nodded a tiny bit. She was doubtful, as was Alan, that he'd be able to get it up again after Suzanne was through with him. Suzanne stood up next to Alan and took his hand. She wagged her finger at the others like a lecturing mother and said, "We might be out late, you two, so don't wait up." She realized it was immature to rub in her victory, especially since it was caused by pure chance, but she found she couldn't help herself. She swished and swayed her naked ass in a greatly exaggerated fashion as she walked upstairs with her hand in Alan's. She thought as they silently made their way to his room, That was too close! It's time I clearly establish myself as Alan's main lover, or we're going to have many more awkward and ugly scenes like that one. The other two just have to accept that I'm in charge here. I'm madly in love with him and I NEED him close to me, every day. I've never felt such need, not even from my husband way back when we were in love. Somehow, all the competition makes me want him ten times more than before. Yes, we're all going to fuck in one big orgy, but he needs to think of me as his primary partner, almost as if I was his wife. That's right. It should be just like if I was his wife. Me! Mrs. Alan Plummer! Heh-heh! Okay, calm down. You're acting immature. Irrational. You're supposed to be the cool and calm femme fatale type. Get your act together, girl! CHAPTER 2 Suzanne and Alan reached the door to his room. But Suzanne wasn't done thinking, so she said, "Just a sec, Sweetie. Let me freshen up." As he went ahead, she paused outside his door and continued pondering her situation. She realized that lately she'd been a bit like Susan in that she'd been so busy just doing, that she hadn't been thinking things through properly. She wanted to change that. Pacing up and down the hallway, she thought, Okay, the problem here is how to counter the incest factor. I'm his Aunt Suzy, but not his real aunt, and in any case aunt status doesn't come close to competing with the mother and daughter roles in forbidden fruit desire. The three of us women are all about equally attractive and personable in his eyes, but I have two things that puts me ahead of them: one, my scheming wiles, and two, my greater sexual skill and experience. In the short term I have to wow and overwhelm him with my sexual prowess so in the long term I can fundamentally reshape our relationship to something more official and substantial. If he treats me as a de facto wife, then I'll have as close a relationship as a sister or mother. I'll be able to use my wits to stay one step ahead, though it won't be easy. The problem is, Susan is so into blowjobs that she's overcoming her lack of experience through sheer enthusiasm. I can't get a clear edge there. But fucking. A-ha! I can gain ground while Susan continues to muck around with her indecision and moral qualms. Alan needs to fuck me now. It's way overdue. It's risky with the two of them waiting downstairs, but I have to solidify my position with him TODAY, not tomorrow. Things are too unsettled. There's no telling what one or both of those vixens might do at any moment. For all I know, he could announce tomorrow that he and Katherine are secretly going to go steady. So I'm going fuck him this very night. I'm so very ready! To be honest I don't know if this makes the best strategic sense or if it's my pussy doing the thinking and I just like the option that gets me fucked fast, but frankly I don't care. I need it! She pushed open the door, and saw the welcome sight of a ready Alan lying naked on his bed. Locking the door behind her, she practically dove at the bed. She covered him completely with her body. After they kissed, she asked, more as a statement than a question, "We're not just going to be giving you a blowjob today, are we?" "Uh, no," Alan replied hesitantly, hoping his newfound "go with the flow" and "the less talking the safer you are" strategies would pay off again. "Do you remember what I promised you the last time we were together alone, on Sunday night?" "How could I forget? You promised that I could get to know your pussy a little bit. Finally!"
She lay back on the bed right below where he was sitting up. She spread her legs very wide, giving Alan a great view of her pussy. His penis was naturally hard and mere inches from it. She pulled her pussy lips open. Alan noticed just how thick those lips were. She had a luxuriantly thick bush too. It seemed that when it came to Suzanne and sex, she always had more assets than most women. He bent forward to closely examine her nether lips and the gap in between them. She said, "Suzanne's pussy, meet Alan Plummer. Alan, say hello to Suzanne's pussy, your new best friend and home away from home." He bent closer, and marveled at just the delicate light pink shade of lips and inner membranes now that she was wide open. He figured her light color went with her ivory white skin. Giggling gaily like Katherine often did, she asked, "Sweetie, don't be rude. If you meet someone new, don't you give them a handshake?" Alan got the idea, and put three fingers into her slit. He spoke into her crotch, "How do you do, Suzanne's pussy? Do you come here often? What's your sign?" Both of them laughed. Once she recovered from laughter, she responded, "I do cum here often. I love this room; the cum room. I just love walking in here and filling my nostrils with the smell of your sweet cum. Mmmm. Good memories." Suzanne was eager to fuck, but first she wanted Alan to get her off. So, suddenly all action, she said, "Sweetie, I know you know all about the G-spot. Katherine can be a bit secretive about what you do and who you do, but she told me that much at least. Can you find mine?" Alan had no trouble finding Suzanne's G-spot. Like everything else she had, including her clit, it was bigger and somehow better than the others' he'd experienced. And unlike when he tried to figure out mysteries of the G-spot with Katherine, Suzanne knew exactly what she wanted. She taught him how to best stimulate it, and he went to town doing exactly what she wanted. But just as she was about to cum, she had him stop completely. That surprised him. She pointed out, "Sweetie, I'm just doing the little trick that you're becoming so famous for. Get right to the edge, and then stop and get a second wind, just like you always do. You should learn that's good for a woman too. It's not just how many times a woman cums, but the intensity of the cumming. After a few of these pauses, I'll have the mother of all orgasms. Just you wait and see." So he worked on her G-spot some more, even as he fiddled with her clit and she jacked him off. She urged him to go faster and faster, so he did. She was concerned that they wouldn't have much time with Katherine and Susan waiting below, and she wanted to get to the fucking. She was especially concerned about Susan, knowing that this interlude was imposing on her best friend's Tuesday "tradition." She built up toward that big climax, but before she got there, she had Alan pause again and take his hand out altogether. She decided to hold out so her massive climax could take place when they fucked. She thought, I've got to build this up, just like Alan always does, so this'll be the greatest of all fucks. No ordinary "boom boom" fuck - with Alan I've got to make it the most pleasurable fuck ever. I have to keep building and building with more foreplay. But no sooner did she say this when she betrayed her own plan. Her pussy was simply too needy. She sat on her heels on his bed, and said, "In a better world I'd tease this out and make a big production out of it, but I can't stand it another second. It's time that you fuck me NOW! Hard! Give it all you've got. Do you have any problem with that?" Alan's penis was clearly twitching and ready to go, but Suzanne was surprised that his face showed more concern that excitement. She was even more surprised when he said, rather loudly, "That's a good one. Funny joke. What should we really do?" She was beside herself with disbelief, but before she could demand an explanation he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Just a second. I'd love to do that. I can't even begin to tell you just how much I've dreamed about it. But we can't in this house. No way, no how. What do you think the odds are that my mom is pressing her ear to the door at this very moment? I'd say very high. Almost certain. Come on, Suzanne! We have to be careful. Strategic. Or she'll blow her lid. Especially after catching Katherine on Saturday. She seems on the edge lately. Who knows what she'd do?" Suzanne was so raring to fuck that she'd forgotten all about the possibility of people listening through Alan's door, even though she'd done it herself on several occasions. She'd thought locking the door was good enough but she recalled the keyhole that let through a lot of sound. She still couldn't believe they wouldn't get a chance to fuck right then. Hoping that she could prove that they were alone and then get on with fucking, she said, loudly, "Let me think about that. All the delightful possibilities." Then she crept across the room to the door. Suzanne put her ear on the door. Even though the room was generally soundproof, an ear on the door did wonders, and as she listened carefully she was just able to make out the sound of heavy panting on the other side. She stepped back and curled her hands into fists. She was so angry that she wanted to punch someone or something. She yelled, in her own mind, God fucking damn you, Susan! Fucking getting off listening to us in here! You had a full hour alone with him in the room a short while ago. Give me some fucking privacy and some fucking time so I can finally fuck this guy in peace, the way he needs to be fucked! Not to mention MY needs! I'm dying! He's dying! Let us do it already! She paced back and forth. She was having a hard time not thinking very unkind and hurtful things about her best friend. Alan had been hopeful that in fact they were alone and his precautions were unnecessary, but by looking at Suzanne fuming he knew that there was someone on the other side of the door. Suzanne momentarily pondered just jumping on Alan and having her way with him, but she realized that would be damaging to her long term plans. There was no way to have a great fuck with a rapt listener at the door. She shook her fist at the door. FUCK! That's it. First chance Alan is free, he and I are going to rent a hotel room and fuck like insane bunnies. Put that in the bank! I'm going to craft a cover story that'll give us hours and hours of prime fucking. The cover isn't so much the problem as the time. Between his school, afternoon naps, dinner, tennis tournament, S-Club, and God knows what else.... Oh, there's a stupid fucking card game with Brenda tomorrow night, so tomorrow is out. Damn! ... Oh no! God no! Even worse! He's got the Boy Scout hiking trip this weekend, too. FUUUUUCCCKK! She shook her fist again, and then thought, Compose yourself, Suzanne. You're losing it. Losing your edge. Don't lose your reason and your ability to scheme. It's the only thing that keeps you ahead of the pack. Relax. Breathe. Think. Just take a deep breath and think. She breathed slowly several times, and then thought, This is a quandary, and my time with Alan right now is limited. I'm going to enjoy this time with him, and then figure out when we can fuck later. Thursday, maybe. Gotta do it by Friday before he leaves that evening for the trip. Definitely. Damn. Making sure to walk back to his bed before talking, she said, "Jacking you off is so much fun, but my hands are getting tired. Let's try something else." She said that to cover for the time she'd spent across the room, knowing now that Susan was able to hear everything she said above a whisper. CHAPTER 3 Suzanne hopped back in the bed, and in fact got back to jacking him off, but her face had a heavy frown. Alan was much more composed. He was actually amused at the extent of her frustration, and smiled at her. It was amusing for him because for once the tables were turned and she felt the way he'd grown used to feeling nearly every day. Weeks of such constant frustration had given him some immunity to situations like this. Experiencing the excruciatingly frustrating inability to fuck was such a usual thing that this was just more water under the bridge. He knew that Susan looked far too antsy when they'd left her. He almost considered it a given that she's snoop on them. He was surprised that the normally extremely astute and observant Suzanne hadn't picked that up as well. But Suzanne's senses and skills were dulled by an overwhelming desire to fuck, and it was getting worse every day. First, her "Elle" experience and then her few precious seconds of fucking in the ocean on Sunday had brought her so close that she could taste it. Alan at least had other delicious women to fuck, such as his sister, which made the constant torment from the likes of Susan, Suzanne, and Glory somewhat bearable. But Suzanne had no other male sex partners but Alan (she didn't even think about having sex with her husband). So, as her desire kept increasing, she was starting to act rashly. Back on the bed, with Alan's thick and wet penis in her hands giving her some consolation, she pondered what they could do to take the edge off of her raging need. She pondered the possibilities. Let's see. More blowjobs? Nah. Titfuck? Nah. Anal sex? ... Ah, that's a good one. But he's so resistant to that. Now's not the time to talk him into it, with Susan listening in and time running out. Cunnilingus? YES! That's what I want. I've got this massive orgasm still welling up in me despite Susan's rude interruption, and he can release it with his tongue. Yes! Maybe that'll allow me to endure another day. Alan leaned forward and whispered, "I'm really sorry, Suzanne, I'd love to fuck you so terribly badly, but when it comes to doing stuff in the house, I have-" Suzanne cut him off, whispering back, "Never mind. Let's talk about it later. Just shut up and lick me. Go down on me. Please! I beg you! I need release so bad. Right now!"
He replied, "'Hot and fresh and served on a platter.' Just the way I like it." He licked his lips and eagerly moved into position to accept her offering. He'd done this a couple of times, and was getting to like it a little more each time. He thought, I'm going to fuck Suzanne soon. If she wants it, she makes it happen. But in the meantime, I've got to make do. I think going down is going to be a lot of fun, if I'm doing it with Suzanne. Knowing her, she's got some secret sex tricks that'll make it twice as orgasmic as doing it with anyone else. As he moved his head between her legs, she spoke from her bent back position in a low voice she hoped Susan couldn't hear. "Let's be real quiet so Susan doesn't know what we're doing. That'll drive her crazy." Alan nodded, and placed his head right above her pussy. "Suzanne, you're so very, very wet. I don't think I've ever seen you quite so wet, and that's saying something." "Sweetie, who always makes me that way? For the love of God, please stop talking and do me already!"
After only a minute or two from when his tongue found its way into her inner lips and his fingers found her clit, she flew her upper body forward, and still sitting on her heels, grabbed onto any parts of Alan she could reach and grasped him as if holding on for dear life. Then she let out a piercing scream as the climax that had been building for the past half hour finally found desperate release. Her fingernails tore into the flesh on his back as she continued to scream and cum. Alan found his face drenched with her juices. The fluid came out with such force that he wondered if it would have squirted out of her, like a man, if his tongue and face hadn't been in the way. She collapsed as if dead and then sprawled out onto his bed. Alan though was in better shape, and in fact had yet to cum. Curiosity got the best of him, and he hopped up to see if he could hear the sounds of his mother panting. To his surprise, just as he put his ear to the door, he heard the sound of Susan talking. Her voice grew louder and he realized she was walking down the hallway towards his door. He couldn't clearly hear Susan's question, but he heard Katherine answer. "I don't know what happened. It sounds like Suzanne came in a major, royal, first rate climax. But I have no idea what they're doing. They said a few strange things. Suzanne said something a few minutes about wanting to be truly fucked, but Alan laughed it off as a joke. Then she asked him to quote do her unquote. Then it's been pretty silent until this scream." It occurred to Alan that Suzanne had screamed so loud that Susan must have heard from downstairs and come to investigate. So it wasn't Mom listening, but Sis? Fuck. Too bad we didn't know, but the effect now is the same. No fucking tonight. He heard Susan say, "Fucked, eh? Will see about that." Then he heard a colossally loud sound right by his head, and he realized Susan was starting to pound on the door. He quickly pulled his ear away and backed off towards the bed. Susan said through the door, "Suzanne? Are you okay in there? I just heard a scream. What's going on?" She pounded on the door some more. Suzanne roused herself on the bed, and answered, loudly, "I'm fine. Never been better! Alan's taking great care of me." Susan kept pounding on the door and repeatedly trying to turn the doorknob even though it was locked. "Can you open the door? I want to make sure everything is okay. Please open the door." Alan was back near Suzanne's side, so she pulled him close and whispered the obvious. "She thinks we might be fucking, and is trying to break it up. If only she were right. God DAMN." Susan continued to knock. "Alan? Can you open up? Please? Tiger?" Alan went and opened the door. Susan and Katherine stood there, both dressed for once, and both looking very concerned. As their eyes settled on his face, their eyes went wide, and Alan wondered if he'd done something wrong. Susan pointed at his face and asked in wonder, "Is that cum? Suzanne's cum?" Alan put a hand to his face, and rather sheepishly realized that it was dripping with Suzanne's juices. For once the shoe was on the other foot, and he was on the receiving end of a facial. A very wet facial. "Uh, yeah. Sorry. Suzanne was just teaching me how to better go down on a woman." Susan said in shock, "So you didn't... That means you and her didn't..." "No, we didn't, Mom," he replied, as if the idea was silly. He protested a bit disingenuously, "Don't you know that I always obey your boundaries? Whatever gave you that idea that we would do something like that?" Susan briefly glared at Katherine, who now looked to be the sheepish one. But the mother was much more relieved than upset to be wrong. "Sorry. It's just the scream was so loud. I trust you..." Yet it was obvious to everyone she didn't trust enough not to check. "But never mind. Since you two look done, why don't you come downstairs and we all can do something nonsexual for a change? Amy just arrived." Suzanne sat up in bed with a start. "Amy?" Her voice was so filled with amazement at the name that it was as if she only just realized she had a daughter. And in fact she'd been so out of it that was how she felt. It occurred to her just then that when she'd set new nakedness rules earlier in the evening that she'd completely failed to consider Amy. She ruefully realized that Amy was unlikely to wear anything at the Plummer house any more, given the way she loved nakedness. Thinking about her daughter made her remember that she was a married woman with children. The "real world" came flooding back. Suzanne had hoped to get much more of Alan's tongue on her box as soon as she'd recovered, but she surveyed the scene and realized that wasn't going to happen. Alan was flaccid again, and the other two were looking at her expectantly and impatiently. She'd come into the room buck naked, so she walked out of it the same way. As she passed Alan standing near the other two by the door, she grabbed him by the balls and whispered, "I'm sorry to leave you hanging like this. You're right. No privacy in this house, and too many interruptions. But I'm sure your mother will take care of this problem soon enough" - she squeezed his balls tighter - "if she doesn't give me another chance." She walked off to the bathroom so she could slip into a bath robe before greeting her daughter downstairs. She thought, I just realized something very key. Alan has a nearly inhuman ability to delay gratification. That's the key to understanding everything. There's his respectfulness and the way he just doesn't up and rape us all... And then there's his ability to always barely fend off orgasm with his little strategic breaks so his penis is seemingly always hard. And by delaying so well, he ends up getting and giving far greater pleasures in the end. Things around here would be quite different if he gave into his urges more. Things have been getting so intense that he's slowly turning us all into his nymphomaniac servants, probably without even realizing what he's doing. Look at me. I'm a wreck because of the anticipation, but he can deal with it. He just keeps going and going like some kind of sex mad Energizer bunny. If I don't watch out, he's going to end up in charge of everything. Alan went back into his room to change into some clothes. He just shook his head in wonder at all the strange things happening to him on an hourly basis. CHAPTER 4 Alan walked down the stairs a few minutes later. Despite not getting off with Suzanne, he'd nonetheless shared a very emotionally exhausting experience and was looking forward to doing something mellow like watching television. He'd been taping some episodes of the British sci-fi comedy 'Red Dwarf', and everyone had gotten into the show's wacky humor. He anticipated sitting down and watching a couple of episodes. As it was already about 9:30, he figured when they were done with that the others would leave and his mother would give him a very intense "goodnight kiss" and blowjob. But he was mistaken. Suzanne may have been deeply satisfied after her "mother of all climaxes," but Katherine and Susan were sexually worked up. As Susan had said, Amy was there too. She gave Alan an endearingly cute little wave hello, which he returned with a smile. She wasn't particularly worked up at the moment, but she always seemed up for whatever the others wanted to do. They all moved into the living room where Alan attempted to explain his Red Dwarf viewing plan. Katherine spoke up. "That sounds fine, but before we watch that, now that you're here, I think it's time for us to welcome Amy into our home, since we haven't done that yet, what with the racket you were making up there and all." Alan was confused what this welcoming entailed, but Katherine stood up and demonstrated her meaning. To everyone's surprise, including Amy's, she embraced Amy and then gave her a long, passionate kiss on the lips. This in fact was the first time they'd kissed on the lips, but it seemed perfectly natural after everything else they'd done to each other. The kiss went on and on. When it was over, Katherine explained, "We have a new greeting custom around here. My mom has finally caught on to the California custom of women kissing each other on the lips. So now we're all doing it. Do you want to join us?" "M'kay! Sounds super!" Amy's agreement was a given, which is why Katherine only bothered to ask after the kiss was over. Susan sat silently. She was tensed up from a couple of hours of not being able to jack off or suck off her son. In fact, she'd been spacing out while imagining what it would be like to deep throat him. She almost ignored the kiss between Amy and Katherine. But even as she fantasized about more cocksucking, kissing Amy was a different matter. She told herself that she only wanted to get back to her favorite position, with her head between her son's thighs. Anything else was an unnecessary distraction, and unseemly. So she said in a distracted voice, "No thanks, you go ahead." Her daughter goaded her, "Come on, Mom, aren't you going to greet Amy already?" Suzanne was noticeably silent, but resigned to the situation. She was only paying half attention too, as she was busy thinking about her failure to get fucked and her failure to control her desires. Her top priority at the moment was figuring out a time when she could be alone with Alan without being disturbed. The others, even Suzanne, watched closely as Amy and Susan drew their bodies into each other. Susan didn't want to get too erotic, but her tongue had a mind of its own and played with Amy's tongue deep in her mouth. Susan disengaged after only half a minute, even though it was obvious Amy wanted the kiss to go on. Susan didn't exactly mind the extra attention, and moaned in delight. She thought, I really need to get a hold of myself. I get so hot thinking about my tasty spermy son that I'm doing all these crazy things. People who didn't know any better might look in and think I'm some kind of lesbian! But to see this in reality.... She's my little baby! ... I have to accept that she's become a woman, and has needs. Given that she has my genes, she must have very great sexual needs. I suppose if I had to choose I couldn't think of a better guy for her than Alan, but he's MY guy now. I can't out and out say that though, since he doesn't know that I'm going to be his top woman. He and Amy locked their lips and kissed intently and ravenously. Amy was beside herself with joy at getting unexpectedly kissed by three of her favorite people, one after another. Alan meanwhile stuck one hand under the band of Amy's shorts so he could rub her butt, while another hand reached inside her shirt and groped at her boobs. Naturally there was no underwear for him to overcome. Relying on Amy to keep himself from falling, he even shoved his knee between her legs and repeatedly pushed and ground one of his thighs up into her crotch. As the kiss went on, he pulled her shorts down to her knees. The hand on the butt soon migrated around to Amy's shaved pussy. He was fingering it by the time they ran out of breath and the kiss had to end. Katherine looked jealous. Suzanne was in denial. "I don't know..." said Susan doubtfully. "That's like you're getting a three in one deal, or even four in one, with the kiss." She tried to be a responsible parent and put some brakes on, but she was all hot and wet from watching such a passionate kiss and grope. She started pinching her sensitive nipples, not caring who else might look at her. She lost focus on the situation at hand as her mind drifted back to when Alan was sucking on her nipples earlier. This is how my tits should always be: buck naked with my nipples erect and ready for fondling. By Alan. Only by Alan. Titfuck them! Then my Tiger is going to suck all the milk gushing out of my nipples. Oh yes! Do it to me, my sweet baby! Milk your mommy's tits. They're so bursting with milk that they hurt. She started singing "The Alan Song" in her head. (I am Alan's whore / I'm going to suck him, more, more, more...) She looked over at Susan and rolled her eyes. Susan appeared to be zoned out, staring off into space. Looks like I won't be getting any more support from that direction. Sheesh. She's really crossed some kind of mental line today. I can't wait to find out what happened earlier in the afternoon that made her like this. Everyone was shocked, but Amy was the most shocked of all. She squealed a high pitch yell of pure joy. Susan even stopped fondling her breasts temporarily in surprise at the noise. Katherine frowned, feeling extremely upset and much more jealous than ever before. He embraced her tightly, very pleased at her response. "So what this all means is that we would go on dates and do stuff together publicly, but in return, if Suzanne, Susan, or Katherine want to do anything with me sexually like suck my penis, or even fuck me, their wishes would come first, over yours. It's a trade off. You can do more in public, but they can do more in private." He added, "In reality, I feel like all of you are my favorite girlfriend, and I'd love to have Sis as my girlfriend, but obviously that can't happen publicly. Amy is the only acceptable female for the public eye. If I was, say, fucking you, Amy, and my mom came up to me and wanted to me to fuck her right then, I'd have to roll right off of you and pound her pussy into oblivion first. Then of course I'd fuck you too." He said all this in a normal tone of voice, as if this was how boys often asked girls to be their girlfriends. All the while, he continued to play with her bare ass cheeks like he owned them. But he said, "Amy, let's not just kiss, but let me 'get your attention.'" They kissed much more passionately and physically than the first time, which was already very intense. It was as if they merged at the mouth. Once again he roamed his hands all over her, while she tried her best to get him to shoot a load by pumping his penis with both hands. His shorts had fallen to the floor shortly after the fly was unzipped but somehow Amy managed to get his shirt off in the middle of the kiss as well. At one point, she managed to jump up into his arms, so he wound up holding her up by her ass and she ground her entire body into his. She at least felt somewhat mollified by the arrangement Alan had just explained, that the other three came first. If he hadn't had qualified his statement with that, the whole house would have gone into an uproar, not just from Katherine, but from Susan and Suzanne too. As it was, she managed to restrain herself to merely snidely saying, "You two, get a room." Amy immediately responded, "M'kay!" She was so guileless that Alan found himself laughing. He had to put her back on the floor, but the "kiss" kept going. He didn't know that Susan and Suzanne had already been discussing the idea amongst themselves that very morning, but had he known it wouldn't have surprised him too much, because the idea made so much sense. Katherine would come around. But that was later. Right now he wanted to enjoy Amy to the fullest. Alan found Amy surprisingly active: she wasn't just the pliant and well-endowed body he'd come to expect, but she groped at him with the same aggressiveness her mother Suzanne usually showed. She kept one hand grasping his penis, tightly squeezing and stroking it at all times, at least until he began fucking through her upper thighs. Then she used her thigh muscles to squeeze it in delightful ways as it slid in and out. Her other hand ran through his hair, felt up his chest, explored the flexing biceps of his arms, and more. She even stuck her fingers into his mouth so he could suck on them. She also was more vocal than ever before. When she wasn't moaning or squealing, which was often, she said things like, "Oh yeah. Grab me there. That's good. Squeeze that tit! Tighter! Good! Yeah!" Suzanne was a bit shocked at seeing her daughter get so physical, but she restrained herself from complaining. She realized on a theoretical level that Amy and Alan together made sense, and had even suggested it on her own. She thought, He does have to take someone his own age, for appearances with his classmates. I should welcome this, because it's much better than him doing the same with Katherine. But will this derail my plans? Not if I'm smart. I need to turn this surprise around and use it to my advantage. I can use Amy to pull him away from the other Plummers and towards us Pestridges. Amy will do anything I say. If I can embrace her sexual role, I may be able to get things done through her to keep the other two well fucked, sure, but not his number one sexual partner. I just have to embrace this. It sure isn't easy though. Amy is still my darling little baby. But she's also a woman now. I have to face reality... Her mind kept racing around on these thoughts. Katherine on the other hand wasn't thinking logically but was operating on a purely emotional level. She was ready to kill Alan with her jealousy, but she bottled it in until she could be alone with him. She realized on some level that Alan and Amy made sense, so she bit her tongue for the moment. Amy didn't want to let go of his penis or stop massaging it, even now. She said, "Alan, I like to feel your cock sliding all over my tummy. Can you put it back there?" She closed the distance between them again and rubbed her boobs into his chest. Unfortunately, Alan was too close to cumming to allow her to play with his penis for a while. He finally had to pick up his shorts from the floor and put them back on, then stuff his stiff engorged penis back inside them to get her to stop. He purposely held off from cumming because he had special plans for that particular load and didn't know how much more he could manage any time soon. Susan especially seemed to have a "let the lovebirds enjoy their moment" attitude - actually, more of a "let the lovebirds enjoy their moment while I enjoy sucking my own breasts" moment. Katherine's eyes shot daggers at him, but her hand was also frantically moving around underneath her skirt. The fact was, all of them, even Suzanne, were too sexed up, too eager to please, and too spellbound to object to his desires on this, even though he and they largely failed to fully realize this. For instance, the main reason Katherine didn't have a public fit was because, through her anger, it occurred to her that a fuck toy doesn't complain. Somehow, not complaining and thus reveling in her subservient role actually powerfully aroused her. She pulled away from him because she was so happy that she couldn't help but frolic. Thanks to all her cheerleading training, her frolicking was much like a cheerleading routine. The only difference was she was now doing her routine moves in front of her closest friends while utterly naked. She rushed to his side. He put one of his hands back on her crotch and then stuffed three fingers right up her pussy. He wanted to see if he could go this far in front of everyone, but he needn't have bothered testing. He looked at Katherine, Susan, and Suzanne in the eye, one by one. All three of them had various gripes, but none of them said or did anything to stop him. Alan had never felt so elated in his life. Stranger, a sense of power swept through him, flush with the knowledge that so many beautiful women were obedient to his sexual wishes. Susan shyly nodded and stood up. She'd made huge strides in what she was willing to do in front of the others, most of it just in the past two days. Susan didn't seem to mind in the slightest. She always liked to get sexually tagged or marked if it some way illustrated her relationship with her son. "I've been holding back my cum just for you, Mom. All this talk and kissing has me plenty hard. I sure blew past my required six times a day today! ... Oh, that reminds me. The numbering is something we should explain to Amy finally. She's gotten the gist, but we've never fully explained the six times a day treatment." She tried to psych herself up. I have to do this. I have to show them all who is number one in Alan's heart. And show them who the best cocksucker is! I have to remember his words: "Thrust your chest out and proudly poke your tits high up in the air, because you have nothing to be ashamed about." I'm the boss in this house and his REAL girlfriend. Nobody can love him more than his mommy. It's only right if he makes me do this, because this is what I do now. I suck his cock and let him play with my body. That's my rightful role in life. That's what good mommies do. Susan got off the couch and fell to her knees before Alan. Everyone else leaned forwards in anticipation. But Alan still wasn't satisfied. "Wait," Alan said yet again, after she was all done. "Start over. Can't you do it more sexily? Actually, I want you to put on a strip show. Pretend you're the conservative Susan we all used to know. Put on one of your old dress shirts and act like the old mom even as you strip for us all." "Tiger, you think I'll do anything you say, don't you?" she said to her son in mock exasperated tones as she picked out clothes to wear. Everyone laughed. She pulled her skirt up and exposed her hairy bush. She put on a very innocent but shocked face. "Oh no! I'm not supposed to be showing you that either! Whatever will I do?" She considered what to do next to make her actions sexier. She wanted to make him forget all about Amy and prove to everyone that she loved him the best in every way. In the meantime her wiggling turned into more of a dance, even though there was no music playing. So he snapped his fingers in Katherine's direction, and beckoned her with his eyes. She crawled over to him and started to stroke his hard-on, even though her heart was heavy over Alan choosing Amy to be his girlfriend. But she realized her blowjob fantasies were taking her out of the character she was supposed to be playing, so she resumed her strip tease show. She said, "But anyway, what to do about my, uh, breasts? I'd better take my skirt off all the way, so the hand holding that up can cover them instead." "No, you say," she said to him, ignoring his laughter. "And I guess it's true, but only because you're still looking between my legs. Why are you looking there? Is it because you think I'm masturbating myself?" Susan started vigorously frigging herself as she was saying this, and the hand on her tit moved to squeeze the nipple. "Are you looking at my CUNT? Oops, I shouldn't say that naughty word. Why would you think such unseemly things of your mother? Can women even masturbate? I didn't know that. Well, if you persist in staring there, I'd better do something else to hide myself. Let's see..." Susan said, "Maybe if I turn around then you won't be able to see all my naughty bits." She pivoted, now exposing her backside to Alan and the rest. Since she'd already lost her skirt, there was nothing to hide her fine, firm ass. As if there was any doubt of what a magnificent ass it was, she bent further over and proudly thrust it out toward the others.
She kept dancing completely nude. The utter silence from the lack of music was a bit disconcerting, but somehow it made her act all the more captivating. Alan had heard of people mentally taking a picture, but he fully understood what that could mean: time seemed to freeze and the image of his mother's nude body stretching in complete rapture was etched into a memory he knew he'd never forget.
For Mom, this is about freedom. Liberation. She's throwing off the chains of convention and conformity that kept her down her whole life. It's like I can see the chains coming off at this very moment as the dancing frees her. She's fully embracing her true self, and it turns out she's a very sexual person. To think that she might have gone through life without ever discovering this! Such a close call, and her opening up is all because of my freak medical problem. What a tragic waste life would have been without that, for all of us, but especially for her. Wow. Even as he was having this intellectual epiphany brought on by her dancing, his body was having a physical reaction to the same sexy sight. Somehow, the notion that his mother was so wantonly letting go in the middle of the living room, the same room where they'd opened Christmas presents and watched Super Bowls every year, was more than he could take. He was so insane with lust that his dick would have erupted even without Katherine's hands jerking him off. Yet, luckily, at the same time, she could see that her mother's dance was coming to an end so she sped up her stroking. As his penis started to explode with cum, he simply said to his sister, "Aim for Mom." Katherine pointed his stiffness towards Susan as if pointing a gun at her. His ropes flew a few feet forward, right into Susan's legs. She'd happened to fall forwards towards Alan and Katherine. That also allowed Katherine to aim Alan's still spurting penis towards Susan's chest. Susan continued to writhe as she was overcome by one of the most intense orgasms of her life. Her son's cum seemed to be falling down on her like rain. She arched her back and thrust her chest out to catch all the flying cum on her stomach and chest. Everyone was quiet as can be except for Alan and Susan, both groaning and moaning uncontrollably. The others were transfixed by the remarkable cum rain. Susan unexpectedly pierced the relative silence of the room with an incoherent and guttural cry that was probably the loudest noise she'd ever made. She collapsed on the floor, completely spent. Then Alan clapped and the rest joined in enthusiastically. Susan seemed to "come to" and felt very self-conscious again. She blushed furiously, but also was still relaxed enough to stand up and take a good-natured bow to the audience. She was surprised to note that everyone was completely nude now. It was as if her dance was so hot that no one could stand to bear the burden of wearing any clothing whatsoever. CHAPTER 7 Everyone complimented her performance. Seeing the hungry looks in the other women's eyes, she wondered if the three of them were all keen on having sex with her. They were. It was obvious even to the relatively naïve Susan. She thought, That would be wrong. So wrong. But I should do anything - anything - to help Alan. Maybe he'll make me please them all, one after another. Maybe he'll even fuck me right now in front of everybody, and then have me do all of them once he's through with me! Whenever I obey his commands I end up feeling so good. I'm here just to serve him. I must obey his every wish no matter what he tells me to do! These thoughts made her tingle with electric excitement, even though some part of her knew that she was high on sexual energy just like a drug, and that when she "came down" later she'd regret fantasies like this one. She crawled over to her usual spot between Alan's legs and pushed Katherine away. She wanted it to fill her mouth until she gagged on the sheer fullness of cock stuffing her throat. Alan's thought there was simply no way for his penis to get hard again that evening. In fact, for the longest time it did not. Many minutes passed while Susan kept his shrunken penis between her lips. The other women got up to stretch and get drinks and so forth, but Susan was determined not to go anywhere until she had her fill of cum. She considered it her rightful reward for putting on such an inspired show. For a long time, she did nothing but kept his penis in her mouth without moving her tongue or lips. But after at least ten minutes, she could tell that it was beginning to revive. The fact that she sat buck naked between her son's legs looking up into his eyes with longing was bound to affect him sooner or later. Before long, she began to suck and lick it, and was rewarded as it gradually expanded inside her mouth. After another minute or two, she had to back off a bit because it filled her mouth to the back of her throat and she wasn't capable of deep throating him, at least not yet. The others had drifted back into the room by now, and the energy began to revive. Susan began play acting a little bit once more. She opened her mouth around the penis with mock horror, pretending she was her old self and very puzzled by this large intrusion in the middle of her face. She continued to suck on it like it was sweet candy but somehow at the same her stuffed mouth managed to say, "Awwan, wha kinda thoap ith thith? Tho wery unpwoper!" Alan could hardly believe his penis was fully hard again and found it nearly as improbable that he was completely aroused mentally, too. He grabbed the back of his mother's head and pretended to force her to keep sucking. In reality she needed no encouragement at all and attacked it with renewed vigor. The sexual energy in the room continued to grow, thanks mainly to Susan's passion. Alan was now vigorously rubbing his hand on the outside of his mother's vagina, stroking her hairy bush as if he was petting a cat. She feebly tried to swat his arm away, but that was only for show. He needed another strategic break to delay his climax, so he pushed her mouth away and devoted all of his attention to pleasuring her for a change. He explained to Amy, "Remember, Susan is the de facto head of this house. So if she orders any of us to do something, we all have to oblige. If she ordered me to fuck her pussy until she couldn't walk, I'd have no choice but to do it."
Her only response was a loud moan and more breathless heaving of her lungs. Both he and his mother acted as if his fingers weren't where they were, and neither of them said a word about it. Susan hoped against hope that the others wouldn't notice. Alan thought to himself, I actually have my fingers in my mother's cunt! Yes! At least I've got something up there. Yeah! What a day of firsts. This feels so damn good. But what'll feel even better is when I replace it with something thicker, heh-heh. I just KNOW I'm going to fuck her, and soon! She's so horny all the time that one of these days she gonna break down completely and say the magic words. She's gonna get on her knees and beg me to fuck her. And I will! Actually, I'm fucking her right now! My fingers are my penis and I'm fucking my mother! I'm a motherfucker! Alan liked this idea so much that he really let her have it, and forcefully dug deeper and deeper into her pussy with each thrust. She responded in kind by sucking and licking his penis with even more than her usual great enthusiasm. It was as if they were in a frenzy. With both of them going at each other like jackhammers ripping through concrete, Alan knew he couldn't last long, and he didn't. When she was done, she lay down on the floor between a couch and the table. She was a sweaty, dripping heap of exhausted ecstasy. She thought, once she was again capable of coherent thought, There's only one thing I know, and that's I have to feel like that again, and soon. Mommy got a nice reward for all her hard licking and sucking. Not to mention her strip tease. Tiger is such a good boy to give his mommy such a big, wet reward. Double reward, actually. Mmmm. Yum. Everyone had a hearty laugh. "You're going to have to fuck my mouth eight times. Oh wait. Fuck is a dirty word too. Make it nine. Oh wait..." Susan finally stopped when her voice was drowned out by laughter. She joined in and they all laughed until it hurt. Then they just sat around and smiled at each other. It might have seemed strange to an outsider, but there was a heavy feeling of love in the air, as well as sex. Events like this just seemed to tie everyone together close than before. He took his sister to her room so they could privately discuss Amy's new official girlfriend status. He dressed back into his T-shirt and shorts on the way over, thinking that would help create the right mood for a serious discussion. However, she didn't bother. She collapsed onto her bed naked from head to toe. She was in a very sour and frustrated mood. "I'm a great fuck! Aren't I? Don't you want to fuck me?" She cried even more intently even as she tried to sexily smother him with pussy. "We can do anything we want in private, but in private only. There are just certain things society can't let us do. You know that." He continued, "And lately, more and more girls have been trying to go out with me. Honestly, a couple of the most beautiful girls in school have asked me out just in the last week. Of course I turned them down. But what if something strikes a perfect chord and I'm asked out by a girl who sweeps me away and makes me feel like I used to feel with Christine? Do you want me to be available like that, where anything can happen?" His line of reasoning was working. She was far more worried about another Christine-type personality than she was about Amy. She was still very worried in particular that Christine might change her mind about Alan one day. The "non-romantic" dates he'd been on with Christine made her more jealous than all the sex he'd had with all his other women combined. "Are you really over her?" she asked while sniffling. "Of course," Alan said, though he wasn't too sure about it himself. "You're like her in a lot of ways ,you know, especially if you'd pay more attention to doing well in school. You're so smart, but don't really apply yourself. The point is, you're the one that I want, forever." He let that sink in, and then continued, "Amy would make a good ... mistress. Maybe when we're done with high school, the three of us can go to college in the same town. We could change our last names, and you and I could be boyfriend and girlfriend, openly. Amy could be my mistress. OUR mistress. I think she'd accept that, and even welcome it. I'll make sure to steer her in that direction. In fact, I won't even have to try. She'll love it." Katherine took the chance to say, "You know, speaking of being a mistress, I've taken to calling you 'Master' when I'm with Suzanne. It turns me on so much to imagine that I'm literally your slave, your sex slave, and forced to do your every whim. I know how much it turns you on. The idea of being a slave turns Suzanne on too, I can tell. But she's won't admit it to herself and doesn't use that word. Yet. She's too proud. And of course Mom is a total goner, in complete thrall to your cock. But anyways, the point is, I think Amy will love being your mistress. I know she will. It fits her personality so well. Since you've discovered your sexual side, women just can't say no to you. And you're such a good master. So kind and fair." She continued more intently, "I know you as well as anyone, and I know what you like. Strong and intelligent is good, and I can do that too, but deep down, you want a SLAVE. Don't you? Who doesn't? What kind of teenaged boy doesn't secretly want to turn their sexy sister into a sex slave, but you get to actually do it! And the beautiful thing is, I WANT to be your slave. Isn't it wonderful how it works out?" She already held him in an embrace, but she pushed him back down into the bed and started to ravish him. "Does not!" he protested as he tried to fight her off. "Does too!" "Does not!" "Does too!" She was beginning to gain the upper hand in the struggle since the prospect of losing was hardly such a bad thing. Finally, he yelled "Does not!" once more and grabbed her roughly by the hair to guide her head down over his penis. He was too shy to say this out loud, however, and immediately felt bad for calling his sister a slut even in his own thoughts. What the hell am I thinking? That's wrong. I'll have to talk to her about this later. It's not healthy for our long term relationship for her to act like this. This is all very disturbing. The way I just snapped my fingers earlier, and she came crawling to my penis like an eager... well, like a sex slave! It's wrong! I'm being corrupted by power. We really need to talk ... and discuss how we- Suddenly he felt a climax coming on. But oh! Oh my God! So good! Just like that, Sis! ... Right on! Yeah! He had to struggle and fight with his PC muscle so much that he lost his train of thought. The two of them had much to discuss, and they talked some more during these breaks. Admittedly, Katherine had her fingers or even her mouth wrapped around Alan's penis through much of the discussion. But she kept the stimulation to a minimum during his breaks. Sometimes she just liked to rest his penis inside her mouth so she could feel its presence there. Instead, he soothed her emotions about Amy as best he could. He repeatedly complimented her and professed his love. But that only made her want to suck him off even more enthusiastically. Alan finally came. They'd been at it so long that the climax, for once, was a bit anti-climactic. That was okay though, because they'd had so much fun getting there. He hardly had any cum to give, but he wasn't as perturbed about it as he had been the night before. He'd given up copious amounts of pre-cum as well in her near solid hour of licking and talking. He was amazed at the sheer amount of fluid his body was losing lately and he resolved to drink more juice to make up for it. Suzanne insisted they the three of them put their clothes back on, as she didn't want to further Amy's fondness for constant nudity. The two mothers explained the entire story of Alan's "six times a day" medical treatment, now that Alan had indicated Amy should be in the know. In actual fact, the lies Alan had told Amy, such as how his penis was "sad" and by making it "happy" he'd get more energy, were fairly compatible with his medical treatment cover story. In any case, Amy took it all in stride, as she usually did. But the story took a long time to tell. Knowing that Susan would not be denied and feeling good after just hanging out with his sister for awhile after the blowjob ended, he announced, "I'm horny again, believe it or not. I was thinking that Mom could help me out, since it's still her special day." Even though the evening's events were helpful to Suzanne's overall scheme, the busty redhead felt a bit sad and marginalized. "Did you notice?" Suzanne said to Katherine ruefully, "We're left on the outside again. You would think that any young man would want to fuck a body like mine, but I can't compete with the taboo of motherfucking, and I'm too old to be his girlfriend." However, she knew she couldn't say that to Katherine or anyone else, so she kept her mouth shut. And what's with this whole subs |
Before long, they got into a sixty-nine and really went after each other. They munched each other to orgasm seemingly without ever tiring.
Suzanne had had so much time to dress that she'd put back on all of the fancy clothes she'd arrived in, including her jacket. But after only a minute she decided that she'd overdone it in her zeal to hide what she and Katherine had been doing. While the others were making small talk, she pulled her dress up past her hips and opened up her top so her tits came falling out.
With Katherine frozen in place like that, Suzanne turned to Alan and said, "Now, Sweetie, tell us. Which is more attractive: Katherine like this, or her totally naked?"
Because he was unwilling to choose, the situation soon spiraled out of control. Before long, the three women dropped the last of their clothes, and started reaching out to him, essentially begging.
She chuckled with pure glee. "A little bit? I want you to get VERY well acquainted with it. Tonight."
Sitting on her heels, she arched backwards until her head hit the bed. She was presenting her pussy to him as if on a platter. She joked, "Remember what I said about the cookies?"
He dove in with his tongue. Suzanne was radiating an aching need, and he knew he had to do his very best to give her the satisfaction she craved and deserved. But he hardly had to do anything.
Amy managed to keep licking and making small kisses on Susan's face for another minute or so before Susan pulled away completely.
"Why sure," said Amy, overcome with joy. "Anything you want!" She squealed in delight again, and then pumped her fists in the air. "YES! Woo-hoo!" Then she leaned up against him.
Soon he switched to dry humping her, with his penis thrusting between her thighs and right along the outside of her pussy. He was all but fucking her standing up, even though they stood in front of his mother and his sister, and her mother.
To call what they were doing a kiss or even the 'getting of attention' was an understatement. Alan began rhythmically sliding his penis through Amy's thighs, making it even more like they were fucking than it already was. The two of them went at it without much concern for time or their audience, doing whatever they liked.
"I can't wait!" said Amy joyfully. "You're the bestest, most amazingest boyfriend I could ever want! You've made me so very happy!"
"You're not looking away, Alan! If you stare at these too long, it will make you go blind, and you'll go to Hell, too, as a blind man. Wait, I have an idea. If I raise my skirt, that will distract your attention."
She got even more into the dancing and stopped trying to carry on a dialogue. She still wore the open blouse, but as she danced she slowly but surely pulled the arms free and slid out of her blouse altogether. Then she dramatically whirled the blouse around her head a few times and let it fly across the room, just like a real stripper would.
As he sat there, watching her exultation and hearing her scream of joy, it occurred to him, This is not just about me, or about sex. And this is way, way more than just about the strip tease dance.
As soon as those words were out of her mouth, Alan seemed to deliberately mock her statement even more by pushing two fingers into her pussy.
Katherine nodded weakly, her eyes still red. Tears still rolled down her cheeks and fell into her lap. She had a hard time believing what he was saying. 
It's just like giving a pacifier to a baby, he thought to himself as he listened to her happy slurps. But a hell of a lot more fun! Obey your master, you slut slave! You cum slut fuck toy!