CHAPTER 1 (Wednesday, Nov. 13)

As Alan walked down the stairs towards the living room, he had a rough idea that he'd see the women playing cards in various states of undress. But to witness it live in front of him exceeded his expectations. He thought, It's like the female cast of Baywatch is playing strip poker, but these women are even hotter than them.

But what pleased him most was to see Brenda again. As he stepped into the living room, he said,"Hi Brenda, how have you been?"

She already had her top pulled down enough to expose her pointy nipples.

Alan, though, acted as if that was nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, he made a point of looking at her only in the face - for now.

She acted shocked and disturbed. "Alan? What are you doing here? Suzanne, I thought you said the game would be just us girls!" She bashfully covered her chest with her arms, an act made pointless by their sheer size.

Truthfully, she was secretly very delighted. In fact, she was already so aroused that she spoke towards his crotch, unable to take her eyes off of the huge bulge that attempted to burst out of his shorts.

Suzanne, herself topless, said, "I thought Alan would be too busy with his homework to join us, but it looks like he's finished."

Alan correctly picked up a hidden message to follow what she said.

"Yeah, I just finished my homework, and I'd be delighted to join in or just sit back and watch. Whatever suits you ladies best."

"I'm sure you would," Brenda complained. "But I don't want a young man ogling my body."

He sat down to watch the game, incredibly aroused by the whole scene. "Well then Brenda, you should play better to make sure you don't lose."

As far as the game was going, Brenda had actually done fairly well compared to the others. So far she'd only lost twice. She gave up her collar with her first loss, and on her second loss, (after much joking encouragement) she elected to expose her long nipples, since they were begging to be freed of constraints anyway.

By comparison, Susan and Katherine were topless, Amy had her dress off of both her tits and ass, and all Suzanne had left was her dress bunched up around her stomach, which covered nothing of strategic importance at all (though her pussy was hidden from most eyes by the table provided she remained sitting).

Brenda was trying to hide her strangely intense feelings for Alan, but she was so aroused by the game already that she didn't do a very good job. She replied to him, "That's easy for you to say. This is so embarrassing! Would you look at this? I'm not even partially covered up. You can see my nipples and my breasts are jiggling all over the place!"

She removed her arms from her chest so Alan could see exactly what she meant. "I might as well get it over with. It's not like I can play cards all evening with my hands over my chest. Damn." She picked up her cards and no longer tried to block his view of her monstrous rack in any way.

Alan thought, Nice, Brenda, nice. I can't wait until I'm pounding Alan Junior in THAT bottomless cleavage. She's so fucking STACKED! Wow. I wonder if I should take my penis out right now to give it some air. Or maybe even get someone to tend to it like during the fashion show.

Nah. That would probably freak Brenda out, not to mention who knows what Mom would do. Would she scream in protest, or demand to take charge of the stroking? There's no telling with her lately. No, it's better to hold off a bit until everyone is that much hornier. I'm sure I'll be getting a lot of stroking and sucking before the night is done. Patience, my Padawan, patience.

He focused most of his attention on Brenda, since he'd seen the others naked lots of times already. Plus, even if she'd been flat-chested, she still would have been one of the most outstandingly beautiful women he'd ever seen. She was amply endowed everywhere, especially on her protruding and peachy ass, yet she was full bodied, not fat or chubby. Her face, too, was heartbreakingly cute and beautiful. She'd never lost her baby fat.

But he played down his interest. He had an instinct that she'd had too many guys go after her aggressively and that he'd have much better results if HE was the one to play hard to get. "Brenda, it's no big deal. Look around. Everyone is topless or more. No big whoop."

The others had built up Alan's reputation as the "insatiable sex machine." The mere fact that so many sex bomb women were sexually involved with him at the same time was impressive and a strong aphrodisiac. Brenda felt a strange and irrational competitive desire to wow him more than he could wow her. This so called "sex machine" is going to be putty in my hands just like every other man, once he falls under the spell of my huge tits and cute face.

He was playing her perfectly. His "no big deal" type comments egged her on, because the more he ignored her, the more she wanted him. To be ignored or even have to compete for attention was an almost completely unprecedented experience for Brenda ever since she'd grown her improbable rack.

Within minutes of his arrival, she started to flirt with him. But that didn't earn her his exclusive attention. After a few more minutes passed, she saw him blatantly stare at Suzanne and she wanted that to stop. She cupped her tits with both hands and lifted them up, sheepishly smiling in his direction. That got his undivided attention, but only for so long.

Susan wanted Alan to look at her, so she stood up and asked if anyone wanted more to drink. In fact, this was just an excuse to get her rack bouncing. She rocked back and forth on her high heels to cause her nearly pale breasts to rock around in circles.

Alan, predictably, sat mesmerized at his mother's blatant tit show.

Brenda had to win his attention back by raising a hand up to her head, lifting her chest and jiggling her tits as well. She smirked in triumph.

But she didn't win his attention for long, as Katherine said something and gave him a smoldering look to keep him focused on her.

So Brenda had to resort to greater and greater extremes. Soon she overtly played with her nipples, just to win more looks from him. She tried to justify this in her mind by pretending that she was drunk, but deep down she knew she wasn't even tipsy yet.

Susan, meanwhile, was continuing with her tit show. She was very irritated by Brenda's larger rack. She considered it a threat for Alan's attentions.

There was so much jiggling going on that Alan joked, "I don't know what it is, but all of a sudden I'm feeling very hungry for some Jell-O."

Amy cupped one of her tits and asked, "Would you like some milk with that?"

Everyone laughed, but it also reminded Alan both of the Amy-inspired milk incident and of breast-feeding from his mother's chest, as Amy no doubt knew it would. Alan was surprised - Amy didn't usually say those kinds of things. But he was also pleased, and very, very aroused to imagine Amy pregnant and lactating.

Alan joined in the game as soon as the next hand was dealt.

It seemed that as soon as Alan arrived, all of Brenda's luck left her. Perhaps her mind was too occupied by his presence and she was too busy modeling her body in sexy poses for his benefit to concentrate on the game.

But for whatever the reason, she lost the next three hands, and had to take off both gloves and then what remained of her top. She again made a big protest out of it each time, but secretly loved it. All she was left with was the narrow strip of fabric that covered parts of her crotch and ass.

She made a fuss about her losses. "What ever am I going to do if I keep losing? How long will I be able to stop him from seeing me completely naked? It's just not fair. You should have warned me that he'd be playing."

Susan lost the next hand and had to pull her dress off of her ass. It still covered her crotch, and not much else. Now that Alan was there, she and everyone but Brenda and Alan switched to a strategy of deliberately losing.

But Brenda lost the next hand and had to expose her ass as well. She was so nervous that she just pulled her outfit off of her ass without getting up for anyone to see what she was doing. It took Amy sitting next to her to confirm that she'd done it.

Then it was Suzanne's turn to lose. All her private parts were exposed already, and the only thing left was for her to take her outfit off over her head completely. She loved to ham things up. She prolonged the taking off of clothes, mostly for Alan's benefit. When she finally did get it off, she made it look like that gave her an intense orgasm.

The sight of Suzanne struggling to get her clothes over her head and the inevitable tit jiggling that followed took Alan's breath away.

Alan thought, I've lost count of how many times I've stopped breathing in sheer awe tonight, and I've only been sitting here a short while. This has got to be the greatest five sets of tits ever put together in one place. I swear to God!

After Suzanne did that, Brenda commented to her, "You're completely naked now. Does that mean the game is over?"

"Of course not, unless we all want it to. Does anyone want it to end?" A long pause indicated no takers to that idea.

Ever since Alan had arrived, Brenda had protested so much that she felt obliged to say something. "I suppose I can't quit now and ruin the game for everybody." That was a pretty feeble excuse, and in fact she was the most eager out of all of them. But she had her pride. She covered up the ensuing awkward silence by asking Suzanne, "So what happens if you lose again?"

"The usual rules," the pale beauty replied, as if those were obvious to everyone. "If all of the clothes are gone, the person with the highest hand gets to pick a dare for the person with the lowest hand to do. The winner can't be part of the dare in any way. Didn't you ever play strip poker when you were younger?"

"No. I got busty at a young age and kept growing, so my parents kept me on a very tight leash." Brenda was wistfully disappointed at all the fun she'd missed out on.

Katherine said mischievously, "Your parents kept you on a tight leash, eh? Mom, did you hear that? Sounds like an excellent suggestion to me. Now you know what I want for my birthday – a tight leash so I can be ordered around naked on all fours."

Susan chastised her daughter, "All right, Angel, I think that's quite enough joking." To the group, she asked, "Are you all sure we should keep this game going, after comments like that?"

"That's what your boundaries are for, Susan," Suzanne pointed out. "We all respect your boundaries. Are you willing to respect them too, Brenda?"

"Of course." Brenda wanted to keep the game going so she could get Alan to fall under her spell, not to mention the fact that she was having so much fun. Alan was obviously attracted to her - she'd yet to meet a straight man who wasn't - but she was frustrated that he already wasn't complete putty in her hands like most men who crossed her path.

It was a good thing though, that he'd opted for his playing hard to get strategy. Once a man started to grovel, Brenda would lose all interest. She loved a challenge. However, she was beginning to think that this game might be too much of a challenge. She'd never really had to directly compete with one woman as attractive as her, but now all at once there were four.

For the time being, she tried to brave it out. It's tough competition, admittedly, but I've got the hottest body here. I'm going to prove it by getting him to admit it. I'll show everybody. It's obvious that he loves tits, so he's gonna love me the best.

Suzanne said, "Okay then, let's continue. Unless you don't want to, Susan?"

Susan was silent and briefly blushed. Despite her protestations, her pussy was pulsing. Her mouth could complain all she wanted to, but her pussy wasn't going to let the game end. Further, Susan's breasts were very emphatic that they wanted the game to continue. She didn't have particularly long nipples (that was something else she was jealous of Brenda about), but her crinkly nipples stood out about as long as they'd ever been.

CHAPTER 2

Suzanne pressed on and dealt the next hand.

Brenda lost that hand, and slid what remained of her outfit down past her knees. That revealed a pussy leaking like an open faucet. She realized that she hadn't felt so horny in ages, if there was anything in her life to compare the experience to at all. Her marriage had turned sour a few years back, which led to her upcoming divorce, and she'd rarely had any erotic experiences in the last couple years.

Katherine had Brenda in her jealous sights, and teased her a bit. "Hey Brenda, did someone spill a pitcher of water in your lap? I thought that you said you weren't turned on, and that you were just humoring us to keep playing."

Brenda bit her lip. She was at a loss for words. Finally, she muttered, very quietly, "It's not how it looks..." Trying to change the subject, she asked, "So what happens if I keep losing?"

Katherine, wanting to scare Brenda off, tried to shock her with something drastic. "Well, then I suppose Alan's going to have to tie you up and have his way with you. He'll probably fuck every orifice you've got. So if you've got any self-respect, now's the time to leave."

Little did Katherine realize, but that was music to Brenda's ears. She'd had bondage fantasies for years. So her only response was, "What would he use? Ropes or chains?"

Katherine was so bewildered by that that she didn't know what to say.

The game continued, though there were many raised eyebrows. Everyone wondered about Brenda.

Amy lost the next round, and bunched her dress up around her stomach, to expose her pussy, just as Suzanne and Brenda already had to do.

Because of the table, Alan sometimes couldn't see what was being shown off down below, unless the person sat next to him. So he asked Amy, "Aims, can you stand up so I can see what you've got there? We have to be sure that you've taken it off all the way."

"M'kay!" she answered with her usual bright smile. She held her dress up above her belly button while she swayed her hips back and forth to better show off her bald pussy. As she did, she proudly announced, "Alan is my official boyfriend!"

The others, even Brenda, were already well aware of this fact. But they humored Amy with smiles.

Then Susan lost the next hand and had to make the same display. As she gyrated her hips sensuously, she said in a matter-of-face tone, "Brenda, you may look down on me for acting like some kind of naked nympho slut for my son. And yes, I realize what I'm doing it wrong, from a certain point of view. But my son is just so virile! He has needs, great needs! Why, even the doctors and nurse have to admit that it's a medical fact he has to have his cock drained by big-titted babes over and over and over, every single day! Who am I to resist such a well-hung, cum-filled boy?"

Brenda found herself hypnotized, both by Susan's gyrations and by her sinful words. She longed to see Alan and Susan rutting, almost more than she longed to have Alan lying on top of herself, hammering her endlessly with powerful hip thrusts.

Then Brenda lost again and had to take what remained of her outfit off of her body altogether. She was still dreadfully nervous so she simply slipped it off while sitting.

But Suzanne could see that Brenda was horny enough to be pushed further. She said, "Tut tut, Brenda. That's not how we do things around here. Didn't you hear Alan's request to Amy that she stand while stripping?"

Brenda gulped. It was one thing to show off her breasts. She did that nearly every single day, though they were clothed. But she wasn't used to making a public display of her pussy. Her body actually trembled as she stood. She closed her eyes, as if having them closed somehow meant this wasn't happening.

Susan could be naïve and clueless at times, but this time she could see how uncomfortable Brenda was. After all, Susan had been in the same situation of sexual embarrassment many times in the very recent past. So, even though she was burning with jealousy, her innate kindness took over and she tried to support her. "Brenda, I think you're doing great. And you're so brave. You have a very lovely pussy."

Amy could see what Susan was doing and began praising Brenda's pussy.

Suzanne did so as well.

Katherine, though, was silent and filled with jealous bile. She was having a hard time not blurting out something insulting.

Brenda found the experience of having a group of women discussing her openly displayed pussy to be extremely humiliating yet strangely exhilarating.

Her knees nearly buckled when she heard Susan say, "It's so pink and wet and perfectly formed. Very wet, in fact. I know Alan will just love fucking it. That pussy needs a good taming."

She was incredibly aroused by the way all the other women took it as a given that Alan would soon be fucking her. She held her breath to hear what Alan had to say about her pussy, but he remained silent.

Eventually the comments tricked to an end and she sat back down. She remained quite nervous though, especially because she realized that she was now eligible for a dare if she lost again.

As the game continued, all the women except Brenda continued their talkative banter. They made jokes and lewd comments. For instance, Katherine (who generally remained in a good and horny mood except when thinking about Brenda) teased when Amy turned to show her wide ass off to the group, "Aims, is all that white goo dribbling out of your pussy courtesy of Alan? Damn, I didn't realize he tapped you already, but he sure tapped you good!"

Amy blushed and replied, "No. That's just me."

Alan generally tried to remain silent in situations like this, figuring that was safest. At times, the others talked about him like he wasn't there, but of course he heard every word.

Brenda refrained from talking because most of it was women making sexual comments and compliments to each other. She felt very uncomfortable with anything smacking of lesbianism. She had mixed feelings about the flattering comments about her looks unless the comment came from Alan. And since Alan hardly said a word about anything, her curiosity about him grew and grew.

Meanwhile, Katherine hadn't lost a hand in a long time. She still was merely topless. That frustrated her so much that she half-jokingly complained, "No fair! Brenda, you're losing far too much lately. Let some of us lose on occasion too."

Everyone laughed at that, but by now Brenda had also gotten wise that losing was better if she wanted to prove herself to be the sexiest woman in the room.

Only Alan still tried to win. As a result, he was winning virtually every hand, and it was rare if any of the women even had a matching pair of cards.

Amy lost the next hand, which left her totally naked (she let out a loud whoop of triumph).

Then Suzanne lost. Since she was completely naked already, she asked Alan as she posed seductively for him standing up with her arms held up high, "Okay Sweetie, it's time for the first dare. What can I do for you?"

Alan's answer was very clever. "I want you to put a vibrator in Brenda. One of the throbbing and rotating types." He realized that it was important to get Brenda to fall even further into debauchery and a dildo up her pussy would help speed that along.

"We don't do anything that people don't want to do," Suzanne said to Brenda. "Does that sound acceptable to you?"

She pretended reluctance. "I guess so. Assuming it's within Susan's rules." She smugly thought, Alan picked me. He's falling for me already, heh-heh.

"It is," Suzanne said authoritatively, not giving Susan a chance to reply. "Katherine, please get the vibrator from my purse. You know the one Alan is referring to."

Katherine ran off to get it. She didn't begrudge Brenda getting orgasms, as long as they weren't with Alan.

While still waiting for Katherine to return, Suzanne said to Brenda, "Now turn around and let's see your ass."

Brenda did so, trembling with excitement and fear once again.

But Suzanne wasn't satisfied. "Not like that. Get on all fours so you can thrust your ass high up into the air. We want Alan to clearly see the vibrator go in, doggy style. Alan is our judge and he has to verify that the dare is completed."

Brenda did as she was told, getting on all fours with her firm, round ass pointing toward Alan. She thought, I don't know what it is, but I love the way Suzanne takes charge. She really knows what she's doing. She's such a strong person. Every though she's treating me like a piece of meat, like some ripe tits and ass here just for Alan's amusement... I dunno. I just can't resist that voice!

She said some of these thoughts out loud. "I can't believe I'm doing this. It's like I'm a ripe piece of ass here for Alan's amusement." She waited for someone to contradict that, but no one did. She sighed at her own uncontrollable lust, and then continued, "But no lesbian stuff, all right? I'm really not into that."

"Don't worry, no lesbian stuff," Suzanne said confidently, even as she ran her hands all over Brenda's lovely ass. "Unless of course that's what the winner of the hand wants. We can't stop that. But hopefully no one will ask for that with you."

She reached down to Brenda's upper thighs and ran her fingers through Brenda's many rivulets of cum. She knew that Brenda was so far gone that she could goad, "You wouldn't want that, would you? You wouldn't want another woman to touch you in a sexual way. Would you?" As she said this, she lightly brushed her fingers up and down Brenda's pussy lips.

Brenda felt completely humiliated as she replied, "No." She knew that everyone else could easily see what Suzanne was doing to her, but she wanted another climax too much to tell her to stop.

Katherine returned with the dildo and handed it over to Suzanne.

Suzanne slowly and sensually stuck it into Brenda's sopping pussy, at first only a little, then out some, then further in, then out, and back and forth in this fashion in a very slow manner until it was all the way in. Her hands continued to rub over Brenda's ass in the meantime, but she resisted doing what she really wanted to do, which was to grope at Brenda's big tits. At the moment, they were physically out of reach unless she got out of her chair. But she could see Brenda falling down a metaphorical slippery slope and knew she'd have ample opportunity to climb Brenda's twin towers soon enough.

Alan, meanwhile, watched everything silently. He found himself holding on to his erection through his shorts. He would have taken it out already but he could tell that Suzanne had an even better read on Brenda than he did. He suffered to have his penis confined while he waited for Suzanne to indicate it was okay to expose it.

Eventually Suzanne asked Alan, "So would you say the dildo is in yet?"

Brenda turned her head way back at him and panted, "It's in! It's in! Alan, please say it is in!" Her eyes were glazed with lust and her hips rotated at the sensations she felt deep within her inner walls. Suzanne was fingering her clit now while plunging the dildo in and out, and it felt so good that she wanted to scream. But she stayed where she was, ass high up in the air, while she stared at Alan with a mix of desire and desperation.

He hemmed and hawed. He knew the longer he appeared indecisive, the more Suzanne could break Brenda down. Then he joked, "I'm not sure. As President Clinton once said, 'it depends on what the definition of "is" is.'"

Brenda moaned in frustration; in her current lust-addled state the political reference went right over her head.

Suzanne, teasing Brenda some more, said, "I think it's in, Sweetie. Look. I'm pushing it aaaaallllll the way in, and then aaaaallllll the way out. And then again. Aaaaaallll the way in, and aaaaaallll the way out. I don't think it can go in any further. Look. I can barely keep my fingertips on it."

Alan grinned. "So wait. You're saying you're pushing it aaaaaallll the way in, and then aaaalll the way out?"

Suzanne grinned too. She pushed the dildo in time to Alan's words. Then, pushing in time to her own words, she replied, "Yes, aaaaaaalll the way in, then aaaaaallll the way out."

"So which is it then," Alan asked with feigned cluelessness, "Is it aaaaaaalll the way in? Or is it aaaaaaalll the way out?"

Brenda couldn't take any more. She shrieked, "Please! Please have mercy!"

Suzanne decided she'd have enough fun, so she replied to Alan, "It's aaaaaallll the way in." She made one final, deep push in time to those words, and then kept the dildo inside Brenda as far as it could go.

Alan grinned even more. "Okay. I guess. If you say so. Brenda, the dare didn't say anything about taking the dildo back out, so you've gotta keep it in there."

"God!" Brenda shrieked, a lusty smile on her face as her thighs began to tremble like an impending earthquake. "NO!"

Suzanne let go of the dildo, but left it inside Brenda.

The super-stacked woman fell to the floor as she writhed in submission to her lusty urges. Brenda had no idea why she was so unusually horny all of a sudden and wanted to remain in control. But her body wouldn't listen to her mind.

Everyone stared at her as she let herself go completely.

Brenda's huge and bouncy tits were highly entertaining and arousing for everyone, as were her verbal protests. She was a highly vocal woman when aroused. As she bucked her hips off the floor like she was trying to fuck the dildo harder, she cried out a steady stream of words and panted, "NO! God no! Someone please, make it stop! It's too good! So fucking good! Lord God, help me! Please! I'm dying of pleasure! Fuck! Alan! Don't look! No, Alan, no! This is so embarrassing. I'm going to cum in front of all of you! Fuck. Why did I, did I agree, to do this? Why? Oh no! Oh no! No! Fuck me! Alan! Please! Fuck me! I'm cumming! YES! Aaaiiieee!"

This was just one sample of what she said as she reached one climax. She was wracked by a series of orgasms that just kept going and going. She babbled indecently as they hit her one by one, starting at Alan with a pained yet lustful expression on her face.

It was torture for Alan to watch this without having his hard-on stroked.

Katherine, who sat next to him, saw his anguish and dropped a hand into his lap since everyone's attention was on Brenda. Some light rubbing through his shorts was almost enough to send him off, given what he saw before him and all the arousing sights and sounds that came before.

But just as he was ready to cum in his shorts, Suzanne had mercy on Brenda and called time. She announced the game would resume.

All eyes returned to the table. Katherine had to take her hand away from Alan's insistent bulge right when he needed help the most.

He groaned audibly in frustration. His urge to cum at any moment slowly passed but he still remained very close to a hair-trigger from flooding his shorts with cum.

Brenda couldn't even get back to the table; her body still shuddered and wriggled on the floor. The vibrator still worked within her. It seemed she could go all evening on one continuous high, hitting climax after climax.

Suzanne wanted to see if such a thing was possible, but she also felt some sympathy for the sweaty and bedraggled busty guest. She clarified, "Brenda, Alan's dare only talked about putting the vibrator in. He said nothing about taking it out. So you're going to have to keep it in there until and unless someone rescues you with another dare. For instance, a dare that would replace it with something else. But if you like, you can turn the settings down."

Brenda gasped between heavy panting, "Oh, thank you, Suzanne, thank you! Ohmigod. Ohmigod!" She flicked the dildo to the low setting.

As a result, in a couple of minutes she recovered enough to sit back at the table and return to the game. But now she had a glassy look in her eyes. The setting was just enough to keep her close to orgasm, especially as she kept rocking back and forth as if trying to rub herself into satisfaction, but it wasn't quite enough to get her there. There was no way she would protest about anything getting too sexual any more.

CHAPTER 3

Katherine lost the next two hands and was very happy about it. She still had her top hanging around her waist, but elected to expose first her pussy and then her ass. Now she had both her top and her skirt hanging off of her loosely, which left nothing covered.

Alan lost the next hand, the first time he'd lost the entire game. He merely took off a sock, to the frustrated groans of everyone else in the room. He lightly teased as he tossed the sock aside, "Maybe, I'm a little bit overdressed, huh?"

All the females agreed with furious nods of their heads.

That both amused and aroused him. He looked at Suzanne to see if it was okay for him to take his penis out of his straining shorts, but she was looking at Brenda. He stifled another frustrated groan.

Susan lost the next hand and had to take off the last of her clothes. Then she lost another hand, and Katherine had the highest hand.

So Katherine had the right to order Susan on a dare, and said, "Alan's third leg must be in great pain after so much excellent visual stimulation. Mom, I order you to jack him off, but not too quickly. Keep rubbing his penis while we play."

Susan eagerly leapt up. She smiled as if there had just been an announcement that she'd won the lottery. She mouthed the words "Thank you" in Katherine's direction. Her tender hands went to work.

The Brenda from much earlier in the evening would have protested or even walked out had someone begun jacking Alan off right in front of her. But now Brenda just stared in total fascination at the sight of the mother stroking her son's slicked up erection. She found herself full of wicked thoughts of doing that to her own son. She licked her lips lewdly and repeatedly. She grabbed at her clit and began a particularly intense orgasm, greatly helped by the vibrator that still gyrated and hummed quietly inside of her.

The other women looked on at Brenda with envy and wished that they too had big dildos throbbing inside of their slits. But everyone restrained themselves from any personal touching not ordered in the game and desperately wished for the game to hurry up so that they too could get off.

Susan stroked Alan far too vigorously for him to last long, especially since he was right on the edge already. He said, "Mom, could you please slow it down a lot?"

She did, but he couldn't resist saying to her, "Anyways, Mom, what about the reservations you had this morning about this kind of thing?"

"Mommy can't think right now," Susan said and then blushed when she realized she'd called herself "Mommy" in front of Brenda (not that Brenda particularly minded at this point; in fact, it was yet another thing that greatly aroused her). She continued in a more responsible tone, "I'm sure that once I'm able to think again, those reservations will come back, but right now I see no problem in just enjoying the moment, assuming we can respect the boundaries."

Susan huffed and puffed heavily as she said this, betraying her calm words.

Seeing her resistance crumble and her chest heave, Alan reached out and grabbed one of his mother's tits.

Susan's eyes lit up and she thrust her chest towards her son.

But to Alan's surprise, Suzanne said, "Tut-tut. I don't know about Susan's boundaries, but that's against the game rules. No touching unless a dare allows it."

So Alan withdrew the hand, to the sound of Susan's very vocal disappointed moans. He wondered if Suzanne's adherence to the rules in this case could be a sign of jealousy. In fact, he was right about that.

They went back to the game. Another bottle of wine was opened and quickly consumed. Alan won the next hand and Amy lost it.

Amy needed a dare, so Alan said to Katherine, "Little Stuffable Sister, since you're so frustrated at never losing, I order Amy to French kiss you and fondle you all over except in your love box. That'll make you feel better. You have to keep your hands still, though. Brenda, you don't mind some lesbian action if it doesn't involve you, do you?"

"No, I'm okay with that." With the vibrator pounding her relentlessly, Brenda was ready for just about anything by this point, as long as it was sexual. In fact, she had to firmly grasp the edge of the table as her body swooned from too much pleasure. The puddle of pussy juice which had accumulated beneath her ass now resembled a small pond.

Katherine and Amy locked lips and stayed that way for several minutes.

Amy's hands roamed passionately all over Katherine, as if she had discovered her friend's body for the first time. Like everyone else, she was greatly aroused by Brenda.

Only Katherine continued to allow her jealousy to triumph over her lust when it came to Brenda. She asked, "Amy, my breasts may not be anything near Brenda's obscene balloons, but who do you think Alan would rather fuck, me or Brenda?"

Amy could tell that it was a mean-spirited question, but she knew that if she failed to respond with the truth, Katherine would get upset with her. So she answered, as diplomatically as she could, "You, of course, Katherine. No offense, Brenda, but they've known each other all their lives."

Katherine wasn't satisfied with that. She prodded Amy, "Would you say that Alan loves me with all his heart and soul, but Brenda is nothing but another mindless big-titted fuck doll for him?"

Before Amy could answer, Suzanne protested, "Hey! Wait a minute!" She considered herself the mistress of ceremonies and didn't want the evening spoiled by jealous sniping.

However, Katherine's intended insults backfired. Brenda was actually further aroused to hear Alan would rather fuck the other women in the room. That made him even more unobtainable and different. Being called "another mindless big-titted fuck doll " somehow turned her on even more, though she was deeply ashamed to realize this. In fact, she was so overwhelmed that she nearly fell out of her chair.

Crying "Sweet Jesus!", she came in a tremendous climax that sent her cards spilling onto the floor. She couldn't believe that she'd had multiple orgasms yet again. She was aware that her naked, voluptuous body was violently climaxing in front of four others, and that drove her to still further heights of arousal.

With Susan's hands on Alan's penis, a dildo pounding into Brenda, and Amy and Katherine occupied with each other, no one was in any hurry to continue the game any more.

No one but Suzanne, that is, who was left out of all the fun. It was she who finally got the next hand of cards going.

Katherine and Amy had to stop kissing, mostly, to play their cards, but Amy still roamed her hands freely over Katherine as they played. She generally kept one hand holding her cards and the other teasing Katherine's clitoris, since that was allowed by the terms of the dare.

Alan lost the next hand and had to take off his other sock.

Everyone groaned again that his shorts and shirt still remained (though of course his penis was exposed, though generally covered with Susan's hands).

Brenda acted as if she was a spectator in some kind of Chippendale's show and shouted at Alan, "Take it off! Take it all off!"

Susan had some fun with his loss, though. "Here. Let me take that sock off for you, Tiger." She licked her tongue down his leg and pulled off his sock with her teeth while she managed to keep a hand moving over his penis. Then she returned her full attention and both hands to his pulsing erection.

Brenda couldn't help but comment about that either. "Susan, that's so hot. Everything here is so hot! I'm burning up. I'm dying! What is with this house? So sexual. Everything. How many minutes have you been jacking your son off, Susan? Your son! Won't he ever shoot his load? Oh my God - I can't get over that he's your son!"

Susan calmly smiled. "Now you can see what we mean when we say he's an insatiable sex machine. My son just never gives up his mouthwateringly delicious cum easily. You have to earn it. It's hard work and can tire out your hand or jaw. And it never stops. Once he's done, he's hard again almost instantly. It's like having a permanently hard cock slapping you in the face twenty-four hours a day. It's a good thing there's four of us in this house to help out, because there's no way any one woman can satisfy him."

She beamed with pride at her son's sexual prowess. In her own highly biased mind, he really was that amazing.

Amy was also very proud and couldn't help but say, yet again, "Brenda, did you know that I'm his official girlfriend? It's official!" It was a rather funny thing to say given that Alan's dick was being stroked by his mother and Amy was in the middle of licking Katherine's neck and pulling on her nipples. But in Amy's mind, she was now tightly bound to Alan and that was the most important thing.

Katherine goaded her like a mother hen, "What else are you, Amy?"

"Oh, I'm his pussy, too!" She smiled a happy and proud grin. "One of his pussies, that is."

Brenda was tremendously impressed by all this and openly ached for Alan's penis to replace the vibrator that was causing her to nearly shake right out of her seat. She realized her attempt to overwhelm Alan with her beauty was crumbling. She mumbled, "Alan. Pussies. These pussies. Owned. Pussies. Cunts. ... Alan! By Alan!"

In a last ditch effort to beat him, she managed to ask as she writhed, "Alan, who's the most beautiful woman here?"

Alan generally tried to maintain a low profile and not talk, but now he had to answer a very dangerous question. He considered, and came up with a suave answer. "Brenda, you're very beautiful, sure. I love your chest and your cute face. But the most beautiful people here to me are the ones I've known the longest, because I can see their beauty both inside AND out."

That got "Awww" sighs of happiness from everyone but Brenda, as the others all thought of how long they'd known Alan and their many good times together. Each of them felt as if Alan spoke directly to them and only them.

Brenda, however, realized she was beaten and that he wasn't overwhelmed by her beauty like all the other men she'd known. But losing was never so good. Deep down, she'd actually hoped he wouldn't say she was the most beautiful because her submissive side loved being just one of his many conquests. She was having the best, and certainly the most erotic, time of her life.

Katherine won the next hand and Brenda lost it. Katherine said, "Alan, I think it's time you teach Brenda that little back door trick that Akami showed you." Katherine saw Susan frown, so to appease her she added, "But that's it. Don't take your hands off of her ass."

Needless to say, Alan was delighted. He had been incredibly turned on by the impossibly proportioned guest, but hadn't really had a chance to touch her. He'd been playing it cool towards Brenda all evening, but he couldn't help himself now from smiling with great glee.

Brenda pulled herself together enough to move over to a couch. Still panting breathlessly, she bent down low and raised her ass up high. Her immense breasts hung down so low that they scraped the fabric of the sofa.

She babbled semi-coherently and rapidly, "Alan, my ass. My ass. That's my ass. Do it to my ass. Yes! You're gonna... Gonna fuck my ass! So hard. So hard. So big. Big. Up the ass! Asshole. My asshole. Alan. Fuck stud. Sex machine! He's gonna... My ass! Gonna do my ass..."

That was all before Alan even touched her. He rubbed her ass gently all over, and she switched to high-pitched breathy moaning. Then, without any warning, he plunged a finger deep into her anus. She cried out earsplitting screams of ecstasy.

The others had to cover their ears as she went on and on.

Alan could only wonder what noises she'd make during actual sex.

Alan sawed his finger in and out of Brenda's butt for as long as he was allowed.

She'd never experienced anal penetration of any kind before (both of her husbands, not surprisingly, loved breasts and so generally neglected her ass). She was overwhelmed with what was, to her, a delightful mixture of pleasure and pain.

Brenda was extremely sexually responsive all over her body. Little did Alan know, but she was particularly responsive to anal stimulation. Alan had accidentally hit the jackpot with his very first probing of her body. For ever more, his touch would be imprinted on her as something exceptionally special.

Alan pulled his finger out of Brenda's anus so he could lube it up with all of the copious juices dripping from her pussy. He briefly ran his fingers up and down her labia, but then plunged his index finger back in her rear hole. With his other hand he made the most of his opportunity to explore her butt. He kneaded it over and over like a baker making bread.

Brenda just loved his treatment even more than before. Her previously repressed submissive side seemed to be showing itself more and more.

The others grew jealous.

Suzanne was increasingly unhappy to hear things like her daughter proclaim herself as an owned pussy, but she was too horny to really put her foot down. She made a note to talk about it with Amy in private, later.

CHAPTER 4

Susan was chomping at the bit, pained by the fact that Alan's penis was out of her reach. She finally used her position of authority to demand the game go on.

Alan made to go back to where he sat, but Brenda still moaned as he left, "Wait! Katherine said that you're not allowed to take your hands off of my ass. You have to obey the dare! Keep them there!"

The remarkable thing was that Brenda was coherent enough to string these thoughts and words together. But her interpretation of the rules was to no avail. It was probably just as well that Alan stopped, because she fell down onto the couch behind her as if she was about to die of pleasure. She writhed around like she was having an epileptic seizure until she had yet another climax.

Somehow, she recovered after a few minutes and even managed to sit up again at the table. It was all Brenda could do to take and look at the cards she'd been dealt for the next hand. The vibrator still sawed away inside her.

Susan asked, "Enjoying yourself, Brenda?"

Brenda laughed. "You could say that again! I don't know what it is, but I've never been so aroused in my whole life! I can hardly stand it."

It was a moment of relative calm and clarity for her, and she went looking for her cards which had once again fallen to the floor. But she knew it was just the calm before another erotic storm and that before long she'd be cumming and climaxing at full intensity.

Suzanne won the next hand and Susan lost it. Suzanne needed to order someone to do something, so she pointed out, "Susan, you're not stimulating Alan in any way whatsoever! What's with you? I think you need to make it up to him by stimulating his penis with your breasts. A titfuck." She figured this was something Alan and Susan hadn't done enough of, so she hoped this order would further break down on one of Susan's remaining barriers.

In fact, Alan had deliberately sat out of range of his mother's hands after fingering Brenda's ass so his penis could have a couple of minutes to recover.

But Susan took the blame. "I'm sorry. Sorry, Alan. Sorry, Suzanne. Tiger, let me make it up to you. Please fuck my boobs."

Alan jumped up. "Sweet! I've been waiting for this day!" He wanted to say more, but then remembered his rule: saying too much might ruin things, but silence was always safe.

Without any further ado he stood up and watched Susan kneel down, so his penis was at the same height as her tits. Having her below him emphasized the fact that he was the only one left wearing any clothes.

Susan pushed her tits together with her hands and waited for him to fill her cleavage, but she was nervous.

"Mommy's afraid, Tiger," she said. "Please go easy."

"Afraid? Why?"

"My whole boobs are so sensitive. Not just the nipples. When you touch them it makes me so crazy! So horny! I'm afraid I'm going to pass out. That's why I've been holding out on this, because I'm afraid I'll end up like Brenda over there."

She motioned towards Brenda with her eyes.

Alan looked over.

Brenda somehow managed to sit at the table with the cards in one of her hands, but she was a total wreck. While she mauled one of her tits with her other hand, her eyes glazed over as she stared into space, and she appeared to be lost in some erotic nirvana.

"I'll be careful, Mom. If it gets too much, just say something." He cast a quick glance at his sister and added, "Uncle. The word is uncle. If it's too much, just say that." That was the safe word he and his sister had already agreed upon between themselves, too.

"Yes, Tiger," Susan replied obediently as she positioned his long member in her sweaty cleavage.

He slid his penis through her orbs of flesh. There was no need to lubricate them because his penis was positively covered with and still dribbling pre-cum from so many long minutes of being stroked. In fact, his chief worry was that he wouldn't be able to last long.

Susan merely slathered it around a bit before she began to slide her tits up and down his glistening shaft.

"Oh-ho-ho yeeaaaahhh..." he let out, as he pushed up into her chest and she squeezed her tits around his tool even tighter. "Oh, so good. Mom!"

"Oh, honey! Tiger! My darling boy! You're fucking my tits! You really are! This feels so right! Why have I denied this to you for so long?!"

Alan stood before her, pistoning in and out between her mammoth tits.

The others had all repositioned themselves to get a good view and enjoy the sight.

Brenda was obviously very fascinated by mother-son incest and turned her full attention to the titfuck. She still couldn't get over the fact that a mother and son would do such things and stated the obvious: "Alan! She's your mother! You're fucking your mother's tits! Susan! That's your son! He's your son, for crying out loud! I can't believe what I'm seeing!" She rubbed her clit and moaned louder than even Susan.

These comments only spurred their passion. Things were going quite well, as Alan stroked and stroked her soft channel, until Susan said, "Son, do you like them? Are these your favorite tits?"

"I love them! Mom, they're the greatest! The best tits in the world! So big and so soft! Yes!"

This comment was not wise. He was lost in the moment and not mindful of his audience. Every other female in the room was offended, especially Suzanne and Brenda.

However, in Brenda's case it actually increased her desire for Alan even more. The fact that a man actually preferred another pair of tits over her own completely staggered her. It meant that she'd have to try that much harder to impress him. She cried out as she frigged herself faster, "Fuck your mommy!"

Suzanne thought she was clever to get the titfuck to happen, but now her jealous side was raging since Alan had just said he preferred Susan's breasts over her own. She couldn't stand to watch him fuck those very same "victorious" breasts. She announced, "We can't just sit here forever. Knowing Alan, we could be here all day before he cums. Can the two of you hold cards while you do that?"

"I, uh, I think so," Alan panted.

"No! No cards!" Susan panted even louder. "Holding tits! Must hold my tits up! Uh. Ah. Fucking. Uh. Alan fucking! My tits! My tits! My best tits! The best!"

Suzanne seemed unfazed by their passion and just said, "All right, we'll play this next hand without Susan then."

So the others all drew cards. Suzanne had to put Alan's cards in his hands, as he wasn't even facing the table.

Not surprisingly, for once Alan didn't win. He didn't even get a good look at his cards. Katherine won instead and Brenda lost again.

Katherine wanted the titfuck to end, since she also was greatly annoyed by Alan's "best tits in the world" comment. Though she was jealous of Brenda, she knew that Brenda was the one person that could get Alan to stop his intense titfuck. She said, "Brenda, once you're at least semi-coherent, it's time that Alan manhandles your boobs and sucks your nipples."

Brenda could hardly believe it. She still hadn't recovered from Alan's handling of her ass, and watching the titfuck had her on the verge of complete ecstasy yet again. But she wanted more. She wanted it all. As she offered her giant tits to the lucky teenager, she cried out, "Oh yes! God, yes! Do it, Alan! Do ME!"

The very thought of Alan manhandling her rack excited her so much that she touched her clit and set off another world-shattering orgasm.

Alan disengaged from his mother and turned around to look at Brenda and Katherine. In the thrill of the moment he'd completely forgotten his effort to play hard to get Brenda. He said joyously, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, Sister! I totally owe you one! I can't wait to get my hands on those huge tits. Those mountains. God, they're the most amazing tits I've ever seen! Brenda, words can't even describe how incredible your rack is. I totally want to do you all the way right now."

They weren't exactly the most poetic words ever spoken, but they put Brenda in seventh heaven just the same.

Unfortunately, this was Alan's second faux pas of the evening. By now calling Brenda's breasts the best, he made everyone else upset at him an even more jealous at Brenda.

Katherine, as usual, was much more jealous than Amy. She frowned deeply and again silently cursed at Alan's ban on having sex with her in the house, and her grounding that prevented her from having it elsewhere. She felt like she was slipping behind in the battle for Alan's heart. She was so upset that she held her tongue for fear of saying something that would make her fall even further behind. Instead, she gave Brenda the evil eye.

But Susan was even more peeved at Brenda. Who is this Brenda with her freak tits taking my Tiger away from me? He was just saying how great mine are. I want him to think MY tits are the best, not this ridiculous tit-woman!

The fact that Alan stopped the titfuck with her to go to Brenda's tits brought her anger to a new level.

Since Alan was still in her grasp, Susan launched an all out sex attack on Alan to make him completely forget about Brenda. She spun him around roughly. Then she took his penis deep in her mouth and sucked on it with intensity.

At the same time, she grabbed his balls with one hand and stuck a finger up his anus with the other. As she was bent over his lap from sitting next to him, she rubbed her hard nipples into the side of his thighs as best she could. All of that, plus the thought of groping and kissing Brenda, caused Alan to lose his grip on his PC muscle control before he could even get up and perform the dare.

His cum began flying out the tip of his dick. It only traveled a couple of inches before hitting the back of Susan's throat. He was normally fairly quiet during sex, but this felt so good that he yelled out loud, incoherently.

Susan drank up all of Alan's cum while the others watched. She was pleased to see that now it was Brenda's turn to be burning up with jealousy.

Then, as her son's cum still dribbled down her chin, she stood up and announced, "Okay kids, that's it. Party's over. Everybody has to go home."

CHAPTER 5

Susan's command launched a chorus of complaints, as everyone tried to speak at once. The general gist was to incredulously ask Susan why they had to stop.

As she stood with her hands defiantly on her hips, she answered, "This game is turning into a full-blown orgy, and we're starting to break boundaries. Alan just said he wants to fuck Brenda, and look at Amy. She's been putting her fingers in Katherine's pussy, even though the dare specifically prohibited that. In fact, they should have stopped performing that dare AGES ago. I have to put my foot down before this spins out of control!"

She punctuated that by stomping her foot. "Everybody's drunk with far too much wine. Plus, it's late, and my two children here have to go to school tomorrow. School! You do remember the concept of school, don't you?"

She punctuated her words by stomping her feet, which caused the ropes of cum dangling from her chin to wobble from side to side. She continued, "Not only that, but Alan finally had his orgasm, which is the most important thing, medically speaking. We've removed the tremendous pressure of all that sperm building up in his balls for a few hours, at least. So it's all over, and no complaining!"

There was more complaining anyway, and Brenda complained the loudest of all. When Brenda saw Susan's aggressive sexual attack on her son, her arousal level ratcheted up even higher, to yet another previously unreached peak. Despite her overwhelmed and ragged state, she wanted the night's fun to go on and on forever.

But Susan remained firm.

The group slowly broke up as everyone began to put their clothes back on.

Susan's main real reason for breaking things up was that she was very jealous of Brenda, and didn't want Alan to get to intimately know her monstrously large tits. Plus, she saw things in a different light once she had her own orgasm while she gobbled up Alan's semen. She usually had more regrets and doubts after an orgasm, but this time the post-coital blues had made her particularly moody.

Most of the women were very horny, as the sexual intensity had built up and up for hours, but only Brenda had gotten enough orgasms (in fact, she'd gotten enough for everyone and then some). So Katherine and Amy ran off to Katherine's room to be with their dildos and more pussy "shaving" of each other as quickly as they could.

Suzanne and Susan wanted their own masturbation time, but as the adults they felt obliged to escort Brenda to the door first.

Alan also remained behind and hoped to prolong his experience with the three most drop dead gorgeous big-titted women he'd ever seen for a little bit longer. The fact that they were all completely naked by now made it impossible for him not to follow them.

Suzanne took Brenda's clothes from where she'd put them in the underwear cabinet. She was disgruntled about some things that had happened, most especially how events again seemed to spin out of her control and how Alan had indirectly insulted her chest twice. But her pride at Brenda obviously falling completely under Alan's spell led her to triumphantly say to her buxom new friend, "So, do you still see a problem with us helping Alan out with his problem?"

Brenda could scarcely believe how much her attitudes had changed because of the game. Before the evening started she would have loudly proclaimed incest was wrong; now, she felt like rushing home and ravaging her son Adrian. Seeing Susan jack off Alan and then get titfucked by him had completely destroyed her moral reservation. She said without hesitation, "No. I'm so fine with it! Completely fine with it. I would never have believed it though. I've never done anything this incredible. When can we do this again?"

"Next Wednesday, of course," Suzanne answered. She still held Brenda's clothes, so she could admire that one of a kind body in its complete glory a little longer.

"But that's a week away!" Brenda whined like a little girl. "Can't we do it sooner? This weekend, maybe? Friday night?!"

"No," Suzanne said with a resolute shake of her head. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and we have a lot of fun plans with Alan to keep us busy. I for one haven't been getting nearly enough of his cock or his attention as I'd like." With just a little bit of envy at Brenda's gravity-defying body, Suzanne uncharacteristically added the dig, "But don't worry, I'll think of you next time I suck him off."

Brenda literally put her hands together in front of her chest and begged. "Pleeeeaaase? Pretty please? I'll be so good. I really will! I'll do whatever you want. Just let me have a little bit of time with..."

Her voice trailed off as she remembered that Alan was in the room. She glanced at him briefly, but then closed her eyes and she continued in deep humiliation, "Just let me have some time with Alan. ... And his cock."

Suzanne goaded her, "And just what do you want to do with his cock?"

Brenda blushed even more furiously. "I, I, I want to put it in my... In my mouth. And in my..." She was dying of shame and couldn't go on. It wouldn't have been that tough for her to say what she wanted except that she was all too aware Alan was standing by and listening.

Suzanne cut her some slack and changed the topic. "Hmm. So you say you'll do anything. Anything?"

Brenda nodded vigorously, which caused her naked, mammoth tits to shake with the motion. "Anything," she confirmed.

She finally had the willpower to open her eyes. She looked over at Alan so lustfully that he was nearly bowled over and not a little afraid of what she might resort to in order to be with him. She looked possessed with desperate need. Knowing that her tits were her best asset, she dropped her hands from in front of her chest and arched her back to make her tits thrust out even more than usual. It was hard to imagine that such a curvy woman offering herself like that could be turned down by anyone of either sex.

Suzanne was sold on the idea. She appealed to Susan with hope in her eyes.

Susan shook her head no. She even had a scowl on her face because she was still thinking about how Alan had praised Brenda's breasts over her own.

Alan remained quiet, again deciding that discretion was the better part of valor.

"I guess not," Suzanne said. She herself was a bit disappointed at Susan's stance, now that it came to putting one's foot down. She was aware that it wasn't exactly every day one had a buxom multimillionaire basically begging to be your sex slave just to get a little taste of teenage cock.

But she realized that Susan's feelings came first. She explained to the still begging Brenda, "Susan is going to see the psychologist on Friday about some things. We can discuss this after then, but no guarantees. It looks like she's upset with something. Maybe that we were taking things too far. Maybe by some things that were said. And Alan will be gone all weekend on a hiking trip in any case. But at least for you there's next Wednesday."

Brenda bowed her head in disappointment. However, she put her skimpy outfit back on, picked up her overcoat, and made to go. She looked forlornly at Alan. He was the man with the magic touch. He'd effortlessly brought out her buried submissive urges. She hardly knew him from a hole in the ground, but she needed him more than she'd ever needed anyone in her life. If she had to wait, she would wait.

But Suzanne was too turned on to have Brenda leave that easily. She said, "Before you go, now that you know our sexual traditions, you have to follow them all. And another tradition we have is that whenever anyone comes or goes, they have to French kiss each other hello or good-bye. It's only polite. I'm afraid, for your sake, that that includes women with women."

Before Brenda realized what was happening, Suzanne leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Brenda reflexively tried to pull away, but Suzanne grabbed her by the back of the head and forced her to keep kissing. Eventually, Brenda put her tongue in Suzanne's mouth and halfheartedly kissed back.

Suzanne pulled away when the long kiss came to an end, and said, "I thought you said that you'd be good, and you'd do anything. If you want me to even consider you being invited back here before next Wednesday, then I expect a better kiss than that."

Brenda was shamefaced and red as a beet. Everyone there clearly recalled Brenda's earlier protests against any lesbian contact. But she meekly said, "I'll be good. ... For Alan. I'll do it for Alan. Let me try again."

Suzanne pulled in for another kiss.

This time Brenda did her best to kiss back. She tried to imagine that she was kissing Alan, and that worked wonders for her enthusiasm. In fact, before long she was kissing like a woman completely possessed. She'd been so aroused all evening that it would take hours for her to come down from her erotic high.

Brenda was now clothed, so Suzanne was frustrated in her desire to grapple and grope Brenda's tits like she wanted to. Aware that an angry Susan looked on, she limited herself to a few gropes over Brenda's leather top.

The next kiss lasted several minutes while Susan and Alan stood nearby and waited for them. Alan had never taken his clothes off but Susan was still naked.

It had been a good ten minutes since his last climax, more than enough time for him to recover, and he was excited again. So he grabbed his mother's hand, unzipped his shorts, and put her hand on his turgid tool. He knew that he didn't have to ask or say anything.

She began stroking it automatically and without thinking. Her only reaction was to turn towards him briefly and warmly smile in gratitude at being given the opportunity to touch and stroke his hot meat again.

When this long kiss came to an end, Suzanne pulled back and said, "Much better. Much. It was almost as if you meant it. Now, you have to kiss Susan."

Susan didn't expect that. She waved the suggestion off with her free hand. "No, really, you don't have to if you don't want to," she said to Brenda. "I'm perfectly occupied over here." She didn't want to kiss someone she was angry at.

Suzanne was stern with Susan, though. "What about the rules? You said we have to follow the rules, and you can't exclude yourself when you please."

"Okay, I guess," Susan said doubtfully. She knew that fighting Suzanne was almost always a losing battle.

Brenda's body had aroused her in the past; for instance they'd talked about Brenda's rack when the two of them first kissed each other. But this evening those same tits had put her into a jealous rage. So she was torn. She roused herself enough to say, "Brenda, kiss me," but it came out sounding halfhearted.

Brenda was now ready to do anything she was told, if it meant she could get more orgasms like the nearly nonstop series she'd had during the strip poker game. She leaned into Susan and did her best to kiss her.

Because Susan was naked, Brenda experimented with putting her hands on Susan's naked tits. She was curious to feel a pair of tits nearly as large as her own. However, she'd never fondled another woman before and was very tentative. Brenda had to do virtually all the embracing because Susan never took her hand away from stroking Alan's shaft. Brenda tried to touch the penis in mid-kiss, but Susan slapped her hand away.

When the kiss ended, Brenda decided, Kissing a woman isn't such a bad thing once you got used to it. I think I can grow to enjoy this, assuming that these two are going to make me do it a lot more in the future. And I think that's a safe assumption. She also decided, subconsciously, that fondling breasts felt pretty good.

She then made another move towards the door to go, but Alan said, "Wait a minute. What about my good-bye kiss? You still owe me one, Brenda. Plus, don't forget the dare we never got to do."

Brenda's eyes lit up like a happy puppy dog. However, she knew Susan had to approve the idea, so she looked at Susan anxiously.

Susan glared and frowned.

But Suzanne said, "The kid's got a point. Two points, actually."

Before there could be any argument, Alan grabbed Brenda, pulled her towards him, and kissed the monster-titted woman. He made sure she came to him so his mother could continue jacking him off while he kissed.

Susan let out her jealous anger through extra-vigorous fondling of her son's raging erection.

Brenda kissed back with a hungry passion. She had completely given in to her lusts.

However, Alan wasn't content just to kiss. He pulled her leather top from off of her boobs and then got down to the business of seriously exploring Brenda's twin peaks. He was already a man very intimate with many impressive chests, but he thought to himself, Jesus! Two hands isn't enough for one tit! I have to have more of this! He leaned down and sucked on her jutting nipples.

A very cross Susan ordered, "Okay, the kiss is over. Your mouths aren't touching. That's the end."

Alan reluctantly withdrew after another brief French kiss.

Brenda found that her legs were quivering and her hips were involuntarily bucking upwards, as if to fuck an imaginary penis. She turned around and was about to walk away, when Alan reached up from behind and renewed his manual assault on her chest while he kissed her on the back and around the neck.

He thought, I don't care what Mom says – I just can't get enough of these fucking squeezable watermelons!

Brenda groaned and bucked her hips harder.

"Alan?" yelled Susan. "Alan! Listen to me! You stop that this minute! You hear me?" She was really pissed now, but that didn't stop her from continuing to intently pump his thick rod. She hadn't stopped for one second ever since he'd put her hands on it. In fact, getting angry at him also got her even more aroused by him.

Alan finally let go of Brenda.

Susan tried to step in between them. She stood up close to Alan so she could slide his penis up and down her thighs. She even slid it over a wet inner thigh in a desperate and angry attempt to distract him from Brenda. Her hand holding it and guiding it continued to squeeze and stroke it as well. She had become a most excellent penis pleaser.

He looked back at his mother's mean face and then whispered in Brenda's ear, "Don't worry, she just a little jealous of your tits. She'll get over it. Especially if you make her happy next time. I saw the way you were fondling her boobs. I expect you to do more of that."

Brenda moaned again and squeezed her hands over her own giant breasts. She pulled her skimpy top back up over her extremely extended nipples and finally put on her overcoat.

Suzanne figured she'd go home momentarily, and since they all stood near the underwear cabinet, she put on her clothes too (she dressed quite formally, as she'd told her husband that she was going to an investment club meeting).

Susan was cold and wanted to dress, but she also didn't want to stop jacking off her son even for a moment, so Alan picked out a top for her and slipped it over her head. She remained naked from the waist down.

Brenda blew kisses at everyone and said, "God, that was weird, but I had the most wonderful time. Alan, I can't wait until we..." - she looked over at Susan and toned down her words, blushing like a schoolgirl with a crush - "... uh, until we get to know each other better."

Her eyes lingered at the sight of Susan's hands frantically sliding up and down Alan's dick and once again she thought of her own son, Adrian. She could have stood there forever, transfixed, but a deliberate cough from Suzanne snapped her out of it. She said, "Thanks so much everyone for inviting me. I hope we can play again next week. See ya soon!" Then she left.

Everyone had forgotten the vibrator still in Brenda. She was so frazzled that she'd even unthinkingly put her dress on over it. It wasn't until she nearly got in an accident on the way home that she fully realized it was still deeply filling her vagina. But she didn't take it out.

Back home, she was relieved to see that her son was asleep so she could continue to play with herself. She vigorously worked on her tits and set the vibrator to high, so she could have one last shattering climax. Then she finally took it out and passed out for the night. It had been the greatest evening of her life.

Suzanne immediately turned to Susan, whose hands continued to piston Alan's penis. "So how about it Susan? Another poker game before next Wednesday? You have to admit that was lots of fun."

"NO. End of discussion." She would have stomped off to make her point clear, but once she had her hands on her son's penis there was no way she was going to take them off until she received a big load in her mouth.

Suzanne finished putting her street clothes on in anticipation of the short walk home, but she put on an overcoat for good measure. She playfully wagged her finger at Susan and said, "I think somebody's jealous!" She used the voice kids use when they say things like, "I saw Jenny kissing Johnny!"

"Jealous? I don't know what you're talking about," Susan said disingenuously.

Alan was nearly lost in the throes of the handjob's pleasures. He groaned and put his hand on his mother's hand, indicating she had to pause for a bit. He'd been using his PC muscle training to its fullest extent to prevent from cumming, and was fairly amazed at all the stimulation he'd managed to endure.

CHAPTER 6

Suzanne put her hand on the door, ready to leave, but then a thought occurred to her. She asked Alan, "How many times have you cum today, Sweetie?"

Alan counted in his head, somewhat able to think again now that Susan was merely lightly stroking his dick. Mom in the morning, Glory at school, a wicked Heather fuck, Glory again, no, wait. I didn't climax then. Amy and Sis together with the whole crazy milk thing, Suzanne after that with a Sis assist, then Mom again during the poker game. Six times. Is that all? Strange. I thought for sure it was at least eight. "Let's see. Six times. And now Mom is working on her third time helping me, as you can see. We're close. So close!"

"Only six times? But you're aiming for eight each day this week for the scouting trip. And Susan, didn't you say earlier that I was in charge of Alan's penis for the rest of the evening? What happened to that? I think I need to take over here."

"NoooOOOoooo!" whined Susan. "I thought you were going home. Won't your husband be worried?"

"Good point. I'll give him a quick call. Now take your hands off before you make my Sweetie cum. Didn't you just say you're not the jealous type? So you won't mind if I take Alan back to his room."

"But..." Susan's mind spun into high gear as she fretfully tried to think of some reason not to relinquish her death-grip on her son's penis. But she didn't have a devious mind like Suzanne's and couldn't think of a single rational excuse. She visibly deflated with the defeat.

She picked up speed in her stroking, hoping to get her son to blow his load before she had to hand him over. She asked, stalling for time, "Are you sure about that? You're just joking. Right?"

Suzanne chided, "Who said I had his penis for the rest of the evening?"

"Some best friend you are," Susan grumbled, but she handed Alan over. She literally handed Suzanne Alan's penis, giving it a few final double fisted strokes as her last hopes to make him cum dwindled down to nothing.

Suzanne began to piston her hand to the same rhythm that Susan had just started. Between them, they barely skipped a beat. But Suzanne saw the way Alan's face was straining with effort not to cum and she quickly slowed down her pace to just feather light fingering up and down his shaft.

Susan just stood there and watched enviously while Suzanne stood on the other side of Alan and silently stroked away.

Suzanne found it difficult not to crow about her victory. It took a great deal of willpower for her not to say anything or even look in Susan's direction because she didn't trust herself at this moment.

She decided it would be better to leave Susan so she could fully enjoy herself without jealousy issues. She forced herself to be nice, at least for the moment. She held out her free arm towards Susan like she expected a hug, and said to her best friend with a sweet smile of her full, red lips, "Goodnight kiss."

Susan gave Suzanne a hug and goodnight kiss. A tinge of sadness came through, but all in all the intimate contact restored good feelings between the two of them.

Suzanne was pleased to see that, although the morning had started out with a no kiss ban from Susan, the ban didn't even last the day. The two of them French kissed for several minutes while Suzanne continued to wank Alan. Unfortunately Suzanne was fully (and quite formally) dressed and Susan partially dressed, so they didn't go as far as they otherwise would have.

Suzanne thought, as the kiss went on, Now, THIS is why I scheme so much. Alan's cock in my hand and Susan's lips on mine - if only I could be fondling Katherine or Brenda with my other hand, life would be complete. People who don't take risks are such chumps.

The kiss finally came to an end. Susan remained in a loose embrace with Suzanne, mostly so she could continue to gaze longingly at her friend's hands stroking up and down her son's penis. She wanted those to be her hands. She'd never shared the penis with Suzanne before, and wondered if Suzanne would be receptive if they started sharing now. She reached towards Alan's groin.

Suzanne, though, gently but firmly blocked Susan's hand with one of her own before it could reach Alan's slicked up erection. Her jealous feelings and her desire to rub in her victory came back with a vengeance. But she choked back those feelings because she wanted to go upstairs and play with Alan, not fight with Susan. She said with a trace of annoyance, "Goodnight Susan. See you tomorrow."

However, Alan chimed in right then and spoiled Suzanne's plans for a quick exit. "Yeah, goodnight, Mom. Don't I get my goodnight kiss too?"

Susan had been holding off, hoping to do that in his bed. But she realized there was no reason why she couldn't kiss him now and then again later. So Suzanne had to wait a couple more minutes before she could have her privacy.

It felt strange to Alan to have to kiss his mother without her being topless, but he refrained from taking anything off and taking things much further because he could tell Suzanne was getting antsy. As a result, the kiss was rather hurried and tame. His penis was also briefly unoccupied during the kiss, for a change, because any more stimulation would have set him off. He was still teetering right on the edge of cumming and made sure to keep Susan's grabby hands away. He at least got to play with her tits through her clothing, even though doing so was tempting fate in his goal not to cum too soon.

Suzanne said to Susan, "Friend, I love how we're passing the cock back and forth. Imagine a future when you and I can take turns holding Alan's cock all day long. We can have it in our mouths, in our hands, in our tits, in our butts, and who knows where else." She looked at Alan and winked with that last suggestion. "But you don't have to imagine that future, because it's already here."

Susan's eyes went wide with excitement. She tried to reply, but words got caught in her throat. There was a part of her that felt she should protest and reaffirm boundaries, but she didn't want to. Instead, she ran off to her bedroom to masturbate over Suzanne's beautiful vision.

Suzanne's problem was that it had gotten very late and she needed to talk to her husband. Now that Susan had left the room, she lingered a few moments more until she was sure Susan was gone, then said to Alan, "Sweetie, since I'm all dressed up, I'm going to show my face briefly back at home so my hubby doesn't worry about me. By the way, how does that make you feel, to commit adultery with me while my husband waits right next door?"

Alan was taken aback by the question. It was a topic Suzanne had always avoided with him. He himself tried not to think about it because he considered himself a good person and breaking up a marriage didn't fit in with that image. Deep down, he got a thrill out of cuckolding Eric Pestridge (not to mention his own father), but he couldn't admit that to himself.

Suzanne could see a pained look on his face, so she said, "Never mind. Scratch that question. Keep in mind that he and I don't love each other any more, so it doesn't matter. Wait for me in your room. You're right on the verge now and need a longer break anyway. Don't let your mom come in and steal you away from me." She joked, "Set up a blockade and pile furniture up against the door if you have to."

Suzanne was back in less than five minutes. She went straight to Alan's room naked except for her stockings, where he waited expectantly, also naked. "Brenda and that poker game got me all worked up, didn't it for you?" she asked him.

"Hell yeah," he answered enthusiastically.

The two of them sized each other up. Both clearly had sex on the brain and were ready to fuck each other senseless.

Alan was weary after another day's exhausting sexual activity, but he was fairly certain that this was the time he would finally get to fuck Suzanne, so he'd psyched himself up. He'd gotten quite nervous while he waited for her to return.

However, Suzanne was crazy with desire to fuck, but there was one thing that held her back - fear that Susan was listening in. Eavesdropping at Alan's door was so common now that it was nearly comical. She figured that the way she'd taken over from Susan, odds were excellent that the sexually frustrated mother would be right outside the door and waiting for a chance to have a very thorough goodnight kiss (if she wasn't too busy masturbating).

So first she had to know if the coast was clear. As she'd just entered the room, she decided to stall for a couple of minutes to see if Susan would come by to spy or not.

Suzanne walked over to Alan and said, "Hey, Mister Pussy Tamer, can you put me in the mood with a little bit of tongue?"

Alan was quite surprised, but then he realized this didn't necessarily mean no fucking; it was just foreplay. Keeping to his usual "don't say anything stupid to ruin the mood" strategy, he said, "Uh, yeah."

She sat up on her heels in his bed and let him lick. She was impressed - he did it with gusto, and better than ever before. She could tell he'd had more practice at it recently.

He lapped his tongue and probed her inner reaches with it. He now knew just how to work her clit, and he never stopped teasing her little nub.

After a couple of minutes where she just leaned back onto some throw pillows and let him do all the work, she said, "You're really getting good at that, do you know that? How did you get so good since we did it last?"

He paused for a short rest. "Thanks. I've been learning in school."

Suzanne laughed. "In school? They're doing practical sex ed now? And to think, I had to learn less useful stuff like reading and writing."

"That's not what I mean," he complained. "You know I'm getting help at school too, from my chart."

"Ah yes. The mysterious extra check every day. Your mother and I have speculated over what that meant many times during our morning exercises. So who has it been all this time? I hope you're not risking it with your sister there."

"No. You know me. I try to be at least somewhat prudent. I can't tell you who it is."

"Ooooh! The mystery deepens! Hmm. Just how far have you gone with this Lady X figure? Has this teacher of yours taught you how to sixty nine?"

"We haven't done that yet, surprisingly enough. But how did you know she's my teacher?"

"A-ha! A clue! I was using teacher in the sense of one who teaches, but I'm glad I did. Let's see... What teacher would you be doing it with? That's easy. Ms. Rhymer is one lucky broad."

"Hey! How did you know that?"

"Duh! Now you've completely given it away, silly boy. You've only had a crush on her for two years now. And how many other female teachers do you have this semester, much less teachers up to your exacting standards of beauty? It's a no-brainer. It's a lucky thing you don't have more gorgeous female teachers, because knowing your way with women, we'd never get you home after school. But why are we sitting here talking when we can be doing more fun things?"

"Will you keep that a secret? She could really get in trouble with having an affair with a student."

"And I could really get in trouble with having an adulterous affair with the teenaged son of my best friend. Of course I'll keep it a secret. I won't even tell Susan if you don't want me to. Though of course she's bound to find out sooner or later. But out of curiosity, are you fucking Ms. Rhymer yet?"

"Not yet. Just like you and Susan, she'll let me go so far, but won't let me actually fuck. It's so frustrating!"

"Oh poor, poor boy," Suzanne said half-sarcastically. "You're just like so many teenagers with a large harem of women who spend too much time cocksucking and not enough time fucking. I think I saw a tragic TV movie on that very topic."

His penis pricked up at the mention of "large harem of women." He thought, Aha! Suzanne confirms it! I DO have a harem. I'll bet that she doesn't see herself as one of my sex slaves, though. She puts herself in a special category.

But he tried to play it cool, and answered, "Very cute, but it is a real frustration. It's like you get so close but are still so far. It's like, you go with a woman to the beach and she lets you put it in her pussy, but then you have to take it back out again. And that's it. Three days later, still no nookie."

Suzanne laughed. "Who might you be talking about now?" She knew full well it was her.

"Um, Suzanne, what's with all this talking and foreplay? I was kind of hoping that we could, you know..."

"Sweetie, are you suddenly afraid to use the word fuck? What's with your bashfulness?"

He blushed a little. "I don't know. I'm sorry. I get so confused. What's allowed? How aggressive can I be? Should I be more aggressive? I don't understand what women want. Lately, I'm trying to be more considerate, you know, like listening more, and pleasing others more."

"Sweetie, I really appreciate the effort, and the nice tongue work. But have some balls too! Don't be so accepting of the rules. Don't always wait for me to tell you what you can do. Try pushing your luck more often. When I came in this room, you should have been all over me, and make me have to fight you off, if I'm not ready to fuck."

She decided enough time had passed and either Susan would be at the door, or not. So she said, "Let's try this again. I'll pretend I'm coming in again, and you act more aggressively."

She walked to Alan's door, and put her ear to it. But she couldn't hear any breathing. She didn't know if that was because Susan (or Katherine) wasn't there, or if there was an eavesdropper who just hadn't gotten really aroused yet. So she said, "I'm going to open the door and come back in." She opened the door a crack, and heard the sound of high heels scurrying down the carpeted hallway. She caught a quick glimpse of Susan as she ducked into the bathroom across the hall.

Fuck, she whispered. Foiled again. Looks like I do have to behave, somewhat.

She hurried back to Alan's bed, knowing that she could talk out loud briefly before Susan returned to the door. "Sweetie, I'm afraid we have company. A certain big-titted mommy is listening in, that horny bit-, uh that horny big sneak. The fact is, I want to fuck you as bad as you want to fuck me, but we can't do it with her there."

Alan appeared devastated, and she was nearly as disappointed.

She further explained, quieter now, "I don't care too much any more if she finds out, but I don't want our first fuck to be interrupted by some angry scene. I just about stole your penis straight from her mouth a few minutes ago, so she'd be particularly pissy, not to mention this whole psychologist thing. I want our first time to be perfect. You are I are going to go to a private place and do it right, where we can scream to our hearts' content. So no more mention of any of this, okay? She'll be back soon, if she isn't trying to overhear our quiet whispering already."

"Okay," he answered, and only halfheartedly tried to keep his voice down. He thought to himself, I'm too fucking understanding sometimes. I should just say, "No, it's not okay," and fuck her like a raging beast. I'm just too fucking agreeable and polite. If I'm really a harem master, I need to take charge, and even take charge of Suzanne. I love her, but I'd love her even more if she eagerly obeyed my every whim, instead of always scheming. Wouldn't it be great if we fucked like rabbits with Mom pounding on the door, trying in vain to get us to stop? Dang. I just can't stand to see my mom get upset.

CHAPTER 7

Suzanne pondered the situation. Okay, so we can't fuck. However, what if he fucks me up the ass? If I can get him into it, that'll be another thing to give me an edge over everyone else, because of my superior experience and natural skill. I can out-fuck anyone, in any position. And with Susan listening, it'll help drive her further down the slippery slope. I like it!

As she renewed the conversation, there was a twinkle in her eye. "Listen, Sweetie, we can still respect your mother's boundaries AND fuck. We can use the other hole."

Alan looked at her dumbly. "A blowjob? An aggressive mouth fuck?"

"No, silly. Not that hole. Has anyone taught you about anal sex yet?"

"Anal sex? No, that's one thing I don't want to learn. That's so gross and soooo gay. It's just for gay guys."

"No it isn't. Hell, even my husband fucked me in the ass on occasion, back when we were actually in love and had sex more than once a decade. Just think of it as a hole. It's just like a pussy, but even better in a way because it's tighter."

"I don't know. It's too weird. The idea grosses me out."

"Alan, I'm disappointed in you. I expect you to be more open about people with other orientations. Okay, look. It's one thing not to want to be fucked in the ass. That's okay. I wouldn't ask you or want you to do that. But fucking a woman in the ass is totally different. A WOMAN, remember. Not to mention, you've had your finger up women's asses often enough lately. Just close your eyes and imagine you're fucking my cunt, doggy style. The holes are practically right next to each other, anyway. It's almost the same. And it feels good! Both for me and for you. Not all women like it, but I do."

He still complained, "Why can't I just fuck your pussy then? That would feel even better."

Suzanne leaned into his ear and whispered, "Let's not talk about intercourse. Remember? Your mother might have been temporarily frightened off, but she's probably back to your door by now." Then she said, much louder, "You're such a kidder. Of course we can't do that. You'll just have to content yourself with fucking my ass. I want to be your first assfuck."

Her voice dropped down. "Katherine was your first fuck and first kiss, Akami was your first titfuck, and Glory was your first carpet munching." Speaking in a loud voice again, she continued, "I want to be your first something. You may find you like it even more than fucking a pussy. Some guys do."

"Yeah, those are fuckin' gay guys."

"Alan! Stop being so homophobic. Normally you're so mature for your age that this kind of attitude pisses me off. Haven't you noticed I'm a woman, and I'm asking you to fuck me up the ass? Should I go ask one of your friends, like Peter or Sean, if you're not willing? I'm sure they'd be more than happy to help me out."

Suzanne sat on all fours on his bed, and thrust her ass up high to tempt him. She wiggled it seductively and said, "Come and get it."

But Alan was more interested in her drooling and gaping pussy than what seemed to be the impossibly small, puckered hole just above it.

However, he said, "Okay, okay, I'll give it a try. Peter or Sean? Yeah, right. Talk about an empty threat. And I'm sorry about the comments, but remember I'm still a teenager. A couple of years ago I said 'that's so gay' or 'that's so lame' about every third sentence. I'm suddenly being treated like an adult at home, but my voice still cracks sometimes. This is all too strange."

"Your voice hasn't cracked in weeks, Sweetie. All this sexual activity seems to have set off chemical reactions turning you more into a real man every day. Your voice is actually noticeably deeper than it was last month, and I'm not just saying that. You're a real man now, and a real man like you isn't afraid of anal sex." She cleverly implied that he wasn't really a man unless he did this - she'd found this technique was almost always successful with any male.

He paused and thought some more. "I'll try it out. ... But if I don't like it, then that's it, okay?"

"Sure," she said, her ass wagging seductively in his direction. "But I guarantee you'll like it."

At first, he was still reluctant, and toyed with Suzanne's lovely body. She applied Vaseline to his penis and her hole, and then she sat up on all fours on his bed. He knelt behind her and drew his penis in between her legs. He joked, "These two holes look so similar. I can't tell which is which. Maybe I'll just stick this thing here in this hole." He began to gently poke his penis around the entrance to her pussy.

"Don't you dare!" Suzanne cried as she pulled her hips away from him, even though she desperately wanted to thrust her hips in the opposite direction and impale herself on his shaft. She couldn't forget the thought of Susan listening in on the other side of the door. "Come on! Don't betray my trust or I'm gonna tell on you," she teased him back. "I'm going to say that you've been a very, very bad boy. Good fucker, but bad boy."

He positioned the penis over the other hole. "Okay, here goes..." He tried to slowly put the head in, but it just wouldn't fit. "It's not working," he finally said.

"Just be more forceful," Suzanne told him. "Stick in it with all your might and don't worry how I feel. Just do it."

So he did. Slowly but surely it slid in. Alan felt his penis was being squeezed like a vise, and he wasn't sure what to think about it.

But really it was only the head of his penis that went in. He was afraid to hurt her if he went any further. "That's all I can do, it's just too small."

"Let me be the judge of that. I've never had any cocks in there larger than your long fat one, but I've had dildos go in there bigger than you."

Alan did some logical deduction. She's said she's had anal sex with her husband and she said that she's never had a dick in her ass larger than mine. Therefore, my dick must be bigger than Eric's. That's pretty cool. He turned his attention back to the task at hand. "But I just can't do it. I don't want to see you hurt."

Suzanne thought to herself, That's just like Alan. He needs to put aside his nice guy personality when he's in the bedroom. "Okay, fine. Let me take over. Lay on your back." She she rolled on top of him as she talked. “You spread my ass cheeks apart. I'll guide it in."

Alan did as he was told. As she wriggled her hips, she used her sphincter muscles to draw his penis in ever so slowly, relaxing and clenching. Alan complained, "Why are we doing this? I don't want to even think about what else you do with this hole."

"Just "Hey, you've been putting your finger in it enough lately. In fact, your index finger has had an up close tour of all the best female assholes in town. Like this is soooo different. Just be patient. It's getting there."

The head had passed through now, and several inches slid in easily until the penis thickened towards the base. Suzanne grabbed her cheeks and spread them even wider. "Come on! We're almost there!"

Alan finally started to feel good as his penis went in all the way. He couldn't believe how tightly the walls of flesh gripped him, nor how strange it felt to be so deep into this private and forbidden hole. The warmth he felt envelop his engorged penis was warmer than any hand or mouth he'd yet known, and the squeeze was so tight that he could still barely comprehend how such a big object found its way into such a tiny hole.

Suzanne let out a big sigh of satisfaction. She hadn't realized how nervous and tensed up she was, and that was part of the problem.

CHAPTER 8

As she relaxed, it suddenly became easier for Alan's penis to move. He started to slide the penis in and out. His groin slowly and repeatedly pushed up against her ass as he continued to thrust into her tightness. As he began to set a steady pace, he too relaxed, and everything became easier and more exciting.

"Oh yeah, baby!" Suzanne cried as she shuddered under his weight and slow, powerful thrusts. "Move it just like that, Sweetie, just like that!"

"I can't believe I'm doing this after we could barely get it in!" Alan's pleasurable feelings were already intense, but then Suzanne started to rock back and forth and clenched her muscles, squeezing his penis tighter and driving him to further ecstasy.

Suzanne was so turned on by the sensations he was giving her that her unfilled pussy throbbed and gushed juices as if it was the hole being pummeled. Her unhooded clit practically hummed with excitement.

She thought, Sweetie is finally fucking me! This is a real fuck! In the ass, yes, but now I know how good he can truly be! It's everything I dreamed it could be. Take me to the stars, lover! Her whole body trembled with an all-encompassing orgasm, but he was just getting started.

"Oh yeah!" he shouted as he finally let go of the last of his qualms and totally immersed himself in the experience. Sweat started to roll down his forehead as he grunted and heaved his flesh into hers, repeatedly. He looked down to where they were joined and was amazed at how much it looked like they were fucking. From this angle, his eyes could barely tell the difference, and his penis was under the impression that he was fucking the tightest pussy on Earth.

He yelled, "This is so great! It's just like fucking a really tight cunt. Shit! Why do I ever doubt your advice?"

"I often wonder that myself," she kidded as she bucked happily beneath him. "Haven't I told you I'm your guardian angel? Fuck me good! Fill my ass! Fill my ass!"

Suddenly she remembered Susan just down the hallway and Katherine's room even closer, not to mention the odds of Susan being back at the door. She lowered her voice. "Like that, baby. My Sweetie. My baby. Mmmm. Good!"

"It's not hurting you too much?" he asked between labored breaths.

"Are you kidding me?! God no! I haven't felt this good, this filled, in a long time! Fuck it! Fuck the hole! Keep on going!"

"Yee-haa!" Alan yelled. "I'm riding your ass! Your rocking ass. Just like a fucking bronco! It feels like I'm totally FUCKING YOU! YES! I'M FUCKING SUZANNE!"

"Don't get too excited, big boy. If someone wasn't listening yet, they're gonna be attacking the door with an ax if you keep yelling that." Suzanne said this in gasps between clenched teeth.

The two of them began to moan louder and then the moaning turned into incoherent shouting. The joy was just too wonderful to keep quiet. After a while, they had to stifle their shouts somewhat as they tried to keep the noise to a reasonable level.

Suzanne could sense Alan was near release. Again, in brief gasps, she prodded, "Fill it! Fill my ass! Uh! With your cum! Uh! Uh! Cum inside! Fill it up!"

"I'm shooting! I'm going to shoot inside you!" Alan cried out. His hips rocked solidly against her ass cheeks as his dick practically flew into her stretched hole, the same hole that he originally took minutes to put into for the first time. Their bodies slapped and slammed into each other so loudly that Alan wondered if Susan could hear even those sounds through the door.

Suzanne had more or less been in control up to this point, but now she couldn't help herself any longer and shouted, "FUCK ME! ALAN! FUCK! FUCK ME NOW! UGH! AH AH AH, FUUUUUCCCCK!"

Suddenly, Alan's cum burst out of him and far into her butt as both their bodies shook and trembled in mutual orgasm. He felt he was filling her ass to the brim and instinctively pulled out before it overflowed. He held his penis only an inch or two from her anus.

So as more ropes continued to flood out of him they hit her ass cheeks with force and rolled down into her ass crack. Another two thick ropes of cum even managed to land squarely on her pussy and her clit, which caused her to shudder even more forcefully from the unexpected contact.

When all the cum had been expelled from his body, he boldly rubbed the tip of his still erect penis into her pussy lips. He rubbed the crown of his cum-drenched penis through the folds of her pussy, and smeared his cum all over her clit.

She hummed in a way that told him he was doing the right thing.

He stopped when the rubbing of the clit caused her to go off again, causing her to collapse further into the bed. At the same time, his penis began to deflate.

Drained of energy, he sat back on his haunches to admire his handiwork with a mix of reverence and amazement. Look at Aunt Suzy. She looks like a gooey, juicy mess. I made her that way. Normally she's so proud and regal; even noble. She can even seem untouchable at times with perfect beauty. But that's just a front. This is how she's meant to be: slithering and squishing around in my life-giving cum as it oozes out of her holes. Yeah! Wow. Anal sex rocks!

Suzanne seemed similarly impressed by the experience. Once she'd recovered a bit she said in a still breathless voice, "Now, don't you think that was more fun than getting yet another blowjob from your mother by the front door?"

"Oh man!" Alan panted. He continued to admire the sight of her cum-splattered ass. "Next time I doubt you, just say, 'remember the ass,' and I won't doubt again. Phew."

He gradually grew more aware of his surroundings, after having his entire universe reduced to just the sensations of his penis and her ass. "Thank God for the sturdy walls of this old house. What was that you cried out so loud? 'Fuck me now!' Good thing nobody heard that!"

"Believe you me, I'll be yelling that a lot more in the future." She sat up and spoke into his ear in a conspiratorial whisper. "Don't be so sure no one heard it. Not only is Susan almost certainly listening, but I'll bet dollars to donuts that Katherine is next to her. After that scream of yours, they must be crumpled on the floor with their fingers buried as deep as they can go."

Suzanne chuckled, pleased as punch that she was on the inside and the other two were on the outside, listening or not. She resolved that she'd have to increase her efforts to secure the closest spot to Alan's heart.

"Glory, I mean Ms. Rhymer, is a good teacher. One thing she taught me is that practice makes perfect."

"Oh goody. I'm glad I'm getting a good bang for my tax dollar's buck, so to speak," Suzanne joked. "And who says our public education system is going to pot?"

He chuckled. But was also puzzled. "Aunt Suzy, was that really pleasurable for you? I mean, your hole is so small back there. It's got to hurt some. And I thought I heard women don't have so many pleasure receptors in there."

She sat back on all fours and thrust her ass nearly into his face so he could get a really good look at her anus.

He stared in wonder at her sphincter which was still widely stretched with an obvious hole. He realized that he'd be able to see deep inside if the lighting was right.

She grunted, "Yes, it hurts some, but I love it. A little bit of hurting can be good. Like sexy spanking. But believe you me, I feel a TON of pleasure. Some women wouldn't, that is true, but that's their loss. As you know, I'm very highly sexed and I love most any sexual act. I haven't done that in a while. Just wait until I get back in the swing and milk your cock with my muscles back there. I'm a great milker. Not many women can milk with their ass."

Suzanne saw an opportunity to keep this as an activity just between him and her. She dropped her voice a bit so Susan wouldn't hear. "But be careful. You can really hurt a woman if you don't do it right. So don't try it with just some woman who hasn't done it before. You need more experience first. Furthermore, many, probably most, women aren't into it. As you point out, a lot of them don't have pleasure receptors there. So you should probably just do it with me for now."

"What about with Susan?" he asked without whispering. With Suzanne and Susan's bodies so similar in shape and design, he could easily imagine that fucking his mother up the ass would feel just as good. He was eager to try it out, if Susan would welcome it. Perhaps that would compensate for avoiding regular intercourse if she remained firm on that.

Suzanne was torn. On one hand she wanted to drive Susan into further debauchery and help her out, but on the other hand she liked the idea of keeping this activity exclusive to improve her own position. The latter urge won out.

She whispered, "I don't know. She's going through a lot with this psychologist request and everything, so you should probably keep it cool for the time being. It takes a lot of preparation and even training before a woman is ready to enjoy this pleasure. Let me lead her along and work on literally opening up her butt. Aunt Suzy will handle it. Ditto with Katherine."

"Dang. You're right." Foiled in that direction, his thoughts drifted to Heather. For some reason, of all the sex partners he had, he found the idea of butt-fucking Heather the most tempting. He disturbingly realized that he'd enjoy doing it much more if she didn't like it. Shit. I'm turning into an evil anal rapist or something. Why am I so aroused by the idea of putting Heather in her place by fucking her up the ass? I have to get these feelings under control and be nice. Nice Alan. Old Alan.

Suzanne not only interrupted his thoughts, but directly contradicted them. "Sweetie, I think this goes to show that you need to be more aggressive. You were bitching, 'Why are you making me do this? This is so gay. Nah nah nah nah nah.' That's a big turn off. Remember what I said: surrender fully to the moment. Like I was saying earlier, you need to grab me and throw me onto the bed, and then completely ravish me. Take me like you own me!"

As soon as those last words left her mouth, Suzanne regretted them. She even put her hand over her mouth as if to belatedly trap them. "Take me like you own me." Just what the heck is that? I'm starting to sound like Katherine here. I'M the one in control, not Alan. But if only he'd toss me around, gently but firmly. Especially firmly. Grab me by the arms and squeeze so tight that it hurts as he slams his cock into me and kisses me like he owns my mouth. ... Damn! There I go again with this owning thing! That's wrong.

Alan looked down forlornly. "I'm sorry, Suzanne. I feel like Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde. Sometimes I get quite aggressive, but sometimes I'm timid. Right now I'm tired, it's been such a long day; that makes me less aggressive."

"That's okay. You can make it up to me with your second orgasm. What shall we do with ourselves? Shall we practice pussy licking? Or would you prefer some more assfucking? My ass has opened up a bit, so you can really slam into me now. It's just like fucking."

"I don't know, Suzanne. Like I said, I'm really tired and the anal sex made me even more tired. It's like playing a sport. I feel like I just played a set of tennis."

She crawled all over him. "Practice makes perfect."

CHAPTER 9

Just then, there was a loud pounding on the door. "Alan? Tiger? It's your mother!" Her voice was lilting and friendly, not accusing, but there was a detectable desperate edge.

"What is it?"

"Can you open up?"

Alan looked at Suzanne, who looked back at him with a hint of surprise. Neither knew what Susan wanted. Alan got up to find out.

He opened the door.

She burst into the room. She spun around and her eyes settled on him. She smiled widely, then glanced at Suzanne and briefly frowned. "Ah. Good," was all she said, as she looked back at Alan expectantly.

"What is it, Mom?"

"Well, uh, I was just passing by your door..." That was a bad lie, and everyone knew it. She shyly put her hands behind her back (causing her tits to thrust forward), looked down to avoid eye contact, and continued, "I happened to hear something about Suzanne helping you with another orgasm. I think we're all in agreement that you need another climax to reach eight, what with your scouting trip and all, but, Suzanne, I hate to say this, but shouldn't it be my turn?"

Suzanne chuckled. Susan had at first sounded authoritative, but with that last sentence, her voice practically begged. Suzanne looked at Susan and saw how her chest heaved and juice dripped down her thigh. Clearly Susan had gotten quite excited listening to the anal sex.

Suzanne was surprised to see that Susan wore a T-shirt which had a hole cut out to expose her boobs. She didn't realize that Susan knew this was Alan's favorite shirt, so this was Susan's way of "bringing out the big guns" to get Alan's attention, in more ways than one. With her hands still behind her back, Susan's chest looked even bigger than Suzanne's. Suzanne didn't like that, so she also put her hands behind her back and thrust her chest out, to even things up.

What she didn't realize was how much this made her and Susan look like Alan's sex toys. With both of them in the same sexy and subservient position, even though they were on different sides of him, Alan's thoughts naturally returned to Suzanne's "large harem of women" comment.

Suzanne pointed out, "Now, Susan, you said I could look after his penis this evening. Remember your concerns and wanting to take it easy until you can see the psychologist?"

"Screw concerns!" Susan nearly shouted. "I'm so horny. It's been torture out there! Torture! Listening to you two go at it... Ever since you took his penis away earlier this evening, I've been dying!"

She grabbed Alan by the shoulders. "Please! Let me give you a special goodnight kiss." She blushed and closed her eyes. Then she whispered to him, "It's pulsing."

"Huh?"

She nodded with her head for him to look down and he looked at her pussy exposed below her T-shirt. Sure enough, her pussy bucked and throbbed as if it had a life of its own.

Alan turned a bit and looked over at Suzanne. He noticed that her chest was thrust out even more than it as a minute ago, as was Susan's. It seemed that there was a chest thrusting war going on as the two of them vied for his attention. "I'm sorry, but I really should help my mom out here. You don't mind?"

Suzanne was chagrined, but understood. She'd felt uncontrollably horny too, recently, and could very much relate to Susan's current condition. "I'm going. It's your job to keep us all well fucked, so give Susan your attentions. But next time, I expect to be probed, licked, groped, fondled, kissed, fucked, and generally all around pleasured in a most thorough manner. Is that clear?"

She had the manner of a stern mother ordering him to clean his room, but she was grinning too.

"Yes, Aunt Suzy." He answered in a voice pretending to be a reluctant and annoyed teenager. Then he smiled a weary smile.

"Good. Now I think I need to start a little goodnight kiss tradition of my own."

Suzanne and Alan necked for a minute or two while Susan looked on with the urgency of someone afraid of peeing in a public place. Even though Suzanne was naked, his hands were too tired to wander extensively. When it was done, he said half-seriously, "I think you're draining the life force out of me, Suzanne. One orgasm at a time. I'm going to look forty by the time I'm twenty."

He looked at Susan. "And between the two of you, I'm going to turn into a wraith within a week."

Suzanne was going to talk some more, but when she saw Susan bounce from foot to foot with an endearing urgency, she decided to cut things short. She whispered directly in his ear, "Now, Sweetie, remember what I was saying earlier about how Susan and I are going to hand you off to each other all day long? Look. I'm generous and not at all jealous. See how I'm handing you off again. So don't worry. Just leave everything to your Aunt Suzy. She's going to help you fuck every beautiful woman you want. She's your guardian angel, and she'll make sure that every day of your life is like heaven on Earth."

Suzanne hoped that little speech would help cause Alan to rely on her instead of trying to direct events himself. She waved a friendly wave at the others and walked out.

Susan immediately launched herself at Alan and smothered him with kisses. When her initial assault slowed down, she threw her head back, and yelped, "Yes!" Then, in a begging tone, she said, "Tiger, please. Touch it!"

There was no doubt about what she meant. Alan placed his hand on her unhooded clit and pulled at it. He was going to stick a finger in her pussy, but that wasn't even necessary.

"OH!" she cried as she fell to the floor in an overwhelming orgasm. Alan looked down at her with amusement. He thought, She is so horny. It's amazing. Suzanne seems to be getting more and more insistently horny herself, but she still doesn't hold a candle to my mom's urges. It's like my mom is in danger of dying of horniness before she gets to see the psychologist.

Alan helped Susan to the edge of his bed. The two sat there together while Susan recaptured her breath and lovingly held hands with her son. Finally, she said, "That was so good. Thanks so much."

"I hardly did anything," Alan pointed out. "You've gotten yourself all excited."

"I know. You don't know how frustrating it is to hear Suzanne yell 'Fuck me!' at the top of her lungs. It was all I could do not to bust down the door, drag her out off the bed, and throw myself underneath you. I'm trying to be good, trying to restrain myself, but it's so hard."

She gazed off into space, contemplating. She mostly thought about the fact that Alan had just fucked Suzanne up the butt. Her mind was a jumble of emotions, from excited anticipation that she would be next, to fear of how painful it could feel, to jealousy that she wasn't his first up that hole.

Out of the din of competing feelings, an assurance welled within her. Alan is going to fuck me up the butt. Sooner or later. Clearly he enjoyed it. I'm going to be Tiger's little buttfuck slave, whether I like it or not.

That's how he's going to greet me now. He'll drop his backpack as he comes home from school and yell, "Mommy, I'm home! Are you ready to bend over and take it?" Of course I'll already be bent over and lubed up, because that's what good mommies do. Good mommies get FUCKED up the ASS every day!

I'll be bent over the kitchen counter and answer, "Yes, dear. Of course Mommy has her ass cheeks spread wide for you. How was your day?" Or maybe I'll be bent over the couch in the living room. Or maybe by the front door. I don't think I could wait all the way until he got into the kitchen. Or the front lawn! Imagine him fucking me in the ass on the front lawn! As the postman walks by, I'd say while Alan's plowing into me and shoving my face deeper into the fresh green grass, "Good afternoon, Mr. Henderson. Did you know my son owns my ASS?"

Susan's breathing grew ragged as she sunk deeper into her anal sex fantasy.

But then it occurred to her that she had Alan right in front of her to do anything with. She looked back into his eyes, reconnected to the conversation, and said, "I try not to be jealous."

Pausing again, she finally added, "I like it when you're spreading your potent seed all over the high school; it shows me what a real man you are. But with Suzanne it feels a bit different. More like... competition."

Then, before he could respond, and with a smile and more energy, she looked down at the white T-shirt leaving her chest exposed and said, "Look. I wore your favorite shirt."

Of course Alan had already noted that very thoroughly. But she hadn't worn it in a few days and Alan felt like he was discovering it all over again. He kissed her on the cheek and said, "Thanks, Mom. You're so nice to me."

She continued, "I have to confess, I was listening to you and Suzanne in here the whole time."

That was no surprise to Alan, but he was touched by her honesty.

"The only exception was when Suzanne opened the door and almost caught me. Since I was interrupted anyway, I ran back to my room and changed into this. I want you so much to love me." As she said this, she again arched her back and stuck her ample chest out at him, as if begging for his attention and as if his love for her directly depended on her tit size.

Alan caressed her hand with his like a suave charmer. "Mom, what are you talking about? Why would you even think for a SECOND that I don't love you as much as humanly possible?"

"Well, I know you love me as a mother, but I want you to love me in a very unmotherly way too."

Alan's already erect penis twitched in excitement at that prospect. He asked himself, Is this headed where I THINK it's headed?

She continued, "I know you already do, but I want you to desire me even more. Son, I'm sorry, but I was having the most naughty thoughts while waiting out there for my goodnight kiss." She dropped her hand into his lap and started to rub his stiff penis. "I don't know what came over me, but you know how you and Katherine like to give each other all kinds of sexy 'Big Brother' and 'Little Sister' names?"

"Yeah?"

"I started thinking up some names of my own for Little Alan here." She brought a second hand around to his penis and increased the pace of her rubbing. "I came up with a few good ones, but then I came up with 'cattle prod.' And that just about did it for me. Tiger! Imagine! I'm your sex cow. And you have such a big, thick, lovely cattle prod."

She stroked at his penis tenderly, like she would stroke the cheek of a baby.

Her breathing grew heavier and the pace of her stroking increased. "I was thinking: you know how a cowboy delivers an electric cattle prod shock to a cow to keep it in line? You can do that to me! Take your penis and poke me with it! Show me who's boss! Tame your wild, sex-hungry mommy with your big cock! Your cattle prod!"

CHAPTER 10

Susan abruptly let go of his penis and stood up. "We forgot something. I fully intend to suck you off. But before I do that, you have to 'get my attention!' And you know how to do that!"

She pulled her T-shirt over her head and then bent over to touch her toes. "Tiger! My ass! Please! Can you control it with your penis?"

Still bent over, she hobbled forward until she got within a short distance of Alan's computer table. She reached forward and grabbed the table with her outstretched hands, keeping her butt at a ninety degree angle, pointed at Alan.

Alan walked over to her with great eagerness. He was going to ask, "What do you mean, 'control it,'" but then Suzanne's advice rung through his head. I shouldn't always be waiting for direction and for permission. I should just do what I want, and let the chips fall where they may.

So he put both of his hands on Susan's ass, then he scooted forward until his penis touched her right butt cheek.

Susan's whole body twitched in response, as if hit with an electric shock.

Then he realized that might be similar to a response from an electric cattle prod. That idea really turned him on. He poked her again, and again her whole body twitched. He realized that her response wasn't just an act - she was actually that excited.

Poking her again, he complained, "Hey, you lazy heifer, when I poke you on the right, what does that mean?" He was surprised to hear himself call her a cow, but it was too exciting not to. He decided this was no different than the other role plays he loved.

Susan got the message. She took a step to the left, while she dutifully kept her hands stretched forward and gripped the table.

Alan took a step to the side so he'd be right behind her again, then poked her on the other ass cheek.

This time she cried out in delight, then, shuddering, stepped to the right.

"There. You're getting the idea," he said encouragingly. He poked her again on the right, which caused her to step to the left. "Not bad for such an obviously mute cow," he added, hoping to inspire her to say something sexy.

"Oh, sorry," was all she said at first. Then she started to moo in a reasonably good imitation of a cow. "Moo! Moooo! Mooooooooo!" The only problem was that she both giggled and panted at the same time.

He poked her a couple more times and contemplated sticking his penis between her thighs for at least a dry hump.

But then she spun around and sat down on the floor. Her boobs were now at about the same height as his penis. "That's great, Tiger, but since I'm a cow, the place you really have to pay attention to is my udders." She blushed, and corrected, "Um, I mean, my tits." She contemplated, and changed her mind. "Ah, what the hell. Why can't I call them my udders? Tiger, control your sex cow with your hot cattle prod! Slap it onto mommy's udders! Slap her milky jugs around with your hard fuck stick!"

Alan took her literally. He placed his penis to the right side of her tits and used a hand to help swing it into the tit, just like a baseball batter swinging at a ball. His penis was so small compared to her formidable tits that the swing didn't make that great of an impact, but it still caused a delightful reaction, like sharply setting down a bowl of Jell-O.

It also caused a very delightful vocal reaction from Susan, who shrieked much like Brenda had earlier in the evening. She cried out, "More! More! Tame Mommy's overly busty tits with your potent prod! Shock your naughty Mommy with your electric cum stick!"

Alan thwacked his penis against her tits from the right side, left side, top, and bottom. Sometimes he used his hands to guide it, and that gave the strokes more force.

She had one of her hands in her lap and used it to wildly masturbate. She used her other hand to try and fend off his penis, but she always deliberately had her hand in the wrong place so he could keep doing it. She screamed with delight each time his penis hit her.

Inwardly she cried out, I'm a COW! Alan knows it and he likes it! He's taking full control of his mommy! This cow is gonna live on son cum. It'll make her udders grow bigger and bigger so he can fuck them like a second cunt! Good mommies live to be fucked in every hole by their sons!

Alan could have gone on slapping her tits like that for a long time, but he felt the cum welling up in his penis. He paused before he lost a load too soon. Exhausted, he completely disengaged and sat down onto the floor.

Susan continued to masturbate to another orgasm and then lay down. Eventually she said, "Shucks. Tiger needs a little rest, huh? Well, that's okay. Mommy understands. She obeys because her son is so full of cum. Let's not end this goodnight kiss too soon."

Alan laughed as he considered the crazy logic of her statement, "She obeys because her son is so full of cum." Then he pointed out to her, "There hasn't been too much kissing in the kiss yet."

Susan answered, "Don't worry. There will be. You and I haven't been having proper goodnight kisses these past couple of days. That's one reason why you have to punish my tits and ass with your cattle prod, because I've failed to serve you. Though, you know what Angel was saying earlier, about how Amy and her tits are actually yours?"

"Yeah?"

"That obviously goes double for me."

Alan interrupted her, because he saw an opening to solve a problem. "Mom, if I own Amy's tits and your tits, then doesn't it stand to reason that I also own Brenda's tits?"

Susan frowned at their mention. "I suppose." Then, with more enthusiasm, she continued, "Maybe not just yet, technically, but it's a given that you WILL own them soon. She's like putty in your hands. A woman like that is helpless in the face of a strong man with a well-hung horse cock."

Alan was hoping for a response like that. "And you're pretty helpless too, aren't you?"

"Oh, yes! Completely! That's my problem. I keep giving in when mommies have to be tough sometimes."

"But you say you've failed me. For instance, you've denied me titfucks for too long just because you're afraid of getting too aroused. Well, here's a chance to redeem yourself. I want you to put aside any jealousy towards Brenda and ease her in so I can fuck her soon."

Susan was momentarily speechless. On one hand, she loved being ordered around like this, but on the other hand helping Brenda or even just being civil to her was the last thing she wanted to do.

Alan prodded her, rather nonsensically, "Do I own your tits or not?" To help make up her mind, he started fondling and hefting up her boobs.

"You do! You do! Okay, I'll do it. Not happily, mind you, but obviously I need to do more to help drain your balls of all that wicked sperm."

Alan began pulling on her nipples to further bamboozle her. "That's better. Sex cows don't say no, do they?"

Susan groaned in erotic delight. "Tiger, please! Not the nipples! I can't take any more. This morning I had so many problems running through my mind. But you know what happened? You touched my tits. That's when Mommy turns into a horny sex cow. Now you know why Mommy has to see a psychologist, because she gets far too easily aroused. I never knew complete pleasure until you fucked my tits this evening. I could almost imagine the pints of milk inside them sloshing around. I want you to fuck me right now. Fuck your Mommy's udders!"

Alan had the wind sucked out of him when he heard her say, "I want you to fuck me right now," though he was immediately disappointed by her clarification in the next sentence. He still hadn't paused very long for his penis to fully recover, but he was too turned on by those words to wait any more.

He threw himself onto his mother. He pushed her down into his bed as he crawled up her until he straddled himself over her chest. With great vigor he shouted, "Mom, I'm going to fuck your chest like it's your cunt! How do you like that?"

She swooned with delight. That was exactly what she was already thinking, that her tits could be like a second cunt. "Oh Tiger! I love it! Fuck Mommy's tit-cunt!" She pressed her tits together to give him an even more cavernous tunnel to plow through.

Her tits were wet with sweat and his penis drooled with pre-cum, but he had to pause in his ardor to spit in her cleavage for more lubrication. Then, from the very first stroke, he slammed into her chest with brute force. He made long but quick strokes.

She grasped her tits ever tighter, creating a tighter and tighter "pussy" for him.

"That's it! Fuck Mommy! Moo! Moo! Sex cow mommy! Milk me! Fuck my udders! Fuck me! FUCK YOUR MOMMY!"

Unfortunately the titfuck didn't last long, because hearing her cry "FUCK YOUR MOMMY!" so completely wantonly and desperately caused him to lose all control. He yelled, "I'm losing it!"

She immediately let go of her tits, grabbed his penis, and stuffed it in her mouth.

His semen flew onto the back of her throat with great force and covered it thoroughly with a white coating. But to his surprise, she pulled him out half way through, and using a hand as a guide, directed his spray all over her face, as if a bucket of paint was being thrown at it. Her one problem when Alan climaxed was where to put the cum because she wanted it everywhere. In this case, she was glad to get both a good amount in her mouth and a good amount on her skin. She fantasized about getting marked by his cum in the same way a cow is marked by a brand.

They both fell back onto the floor again because of complete exhaustion.

Alan rolled off of her and lay next to her. He was so overwhelmed that he fell asleep instantly.

CHAPTER 11

Alan woke up a few minutes later. Susan tried to get him from the floor to his bed without waking him, but she woke him up before she placed him down. She cast a loving, backward glance at him and when she saw that his eyes were open, dropped her tits down into his face. She playfully and gently slapped him around in the face with her tits, but then pulled away. "I'm sorry, Son. I'm still randy. I could keep going for hours! But you must be dead tired. I'll leave you alone."

"Mom, you know I love it, but do you realize how exhausted I am? I mean, the whole Brenda thing, the assfuck with Suzanne, then my second titfuck with my favorite sex cow - and that's just the last couple of hours! What a day."

She lovingly swept his hair out of his face, then continued to gently stroke his hair. "I know. This is the problem. I could keep going and going. I swear. I could cum one hundred times a day, until my pussy was so sore that I couldn't walk. But the male has certain natural limits, and even you can't completely escape them. That's one reason I have to see the doctor, because I'm turning into a nymphomaniac and I have to at least tone my sex drive down to a level you can handle. It's just too much fun! I'll never forget this night, the night you first took Mommy's tits and properly dominated them. Our first and second titfucks."

She continued reassuredly, "Don't worry. This won't end with the psychologist visit. But I have to resolve some other issues. And not just with you." Her eyes unfocused and she gazed off, as she momentarily thought of her recent lesbian urges.

Then she snapped to, and smiled lovingly at him. "Son, you're the best, most loving son any mother ever had. Thanks for putting up with my sex cow fantasy. I know it's strange, but I just love it." She bent over and kissed him on the forehead, then the nose, then a prolonged kiss on the mouth.

As she pulled away, she giggled and said, "Oh yeah. That's the kiss part of our goodnight kiss."

"Mom, you're the one who's the best. I don't deserve you. There's no way I deserve any of this attention."

"Now, Tiger, let's not get all modest and shy again. I want the aggressive Alan who threw me to the floor and fucked my tits like the lord of this house that you naturally are. Don't say that respectful stuff. Don't even think it. My son deserves nothing less than the finest harem of big-titted nymphos Southern California can offer. I only hope that, as your mother, I'll always remain number one and that you'll give me at least one filling of cum every day."

Alan reminded her, "Mom, you know I can't love you any more than I already do. But remember what you promised about Brenda just now. No more jealousy. And who knows, maybe she'll want to be a sex cow, too. Before long I might even have a whole herd. Then I'll have to get a stable."

"Good God! Don't say that! So hot!" Susan had a flash vision of herself in a horse stall type space inside a stable, on all fours. Brenda was in the stall next to her on one side and Suzanne was in the one on the other side. All of them had milking machines attached to their nipples, constantly sucking up milk as fast as they could lactate it.

She had to take some deep breaths to steady herself and calm down from that disturbing yet exciting daydream.

She was still bent over him like the prototypical mother tucking a child in, except for the fact that she was still naked, and had his cum caked all over her face. Her tits scraped against his chest as she bent over. She momentarily squished them around and moaned with delight. "Son, you're so creatively naughty. You make me so happy."

He said, contemplatively, "We've sure come a long way since August, haven't we?"

She was silent, also contemplating, and finally answered, "We sure have." She slowly rocked his face her chest for a while, thinking about the prudish woman she used to be. She thought about it like remembering a movie she once saw - that life seemed completely unreal now.

Then he asked, "Mom, if you like drinking my cum so much, why did you pull it from your mouth and aim a bunch of it at your face instead?"

The contemplation didn't slow her down one iota. She eagerly answered, "Because you have to brand me, Son. If you won't let me have a tattoo, you have to repeatedly brand me with your cum. Plus, I can savor it better that way. I get to drink some now and then gobble up a little more later. My late night snack is already waiting on my face."

Alan wondered how it was possible for any male to have a flaccid penis around Susan for any period of time, thanks to comments like that. Her tone of voice made her words that much more arousing because she came across as so honest and heartfelt. It was clear she wasn't just saying something to be sexy, she really was counting on eating a late night cum snack right off of her face.

She paused, and then like a little child impulsively asking a parent for a present, she nearly begged, "Can I at least have a temporary tattoo?"

"Mom, I said before, I don't want you to disfigure your perfect skin in any way. But if you did, what would it be?"

She heaved a fond sigh as she closed her eyes and fantasized. "I'm thinking a big 'A' right on my ass cheek. Just like a cow. 'A' for Alan, of course. I think I've told you that before, but that's not all. All the females in your herd would have big A's on their butts, showing everyone that they're your exclusive property.

"I have this vision of all your classmates hanging out at the local beach. The girls would all be wearing the skimpiest bikinis, showing off the fullness of their lovely asses. So the boys checking out the girls would see an 'A' on the butt cheeks of the dozen or two most gorgeous girls out of the thousands on the busy beach. 'Oh look,' the boys would say. 'That one is an Alan girl as well. Damn. That Plummer kid took all the best ones and didn't leave any for us.'"

She continued breathlessly, "Then Suzanne, Amy, Katherine, and I would go to the beach too, with you arm in arm between all of us. Everyone would gasp. The guys would all say, 'Look! He's even trained his mother and sister to be his sex pets.' But they'd accept that as the natural thing, since it's so obvious you're such a good son and richly deserve such love and pleasure. Plus, you just naturally give off the aura of an alpha male. When you steal their best women away from them, they have to accept that as just and right."

"Wait a minute. I do not. I'm no alpha male."

"Tiger, is this my fantasy or not? As I was saying, then we'd sit down on the sand and everyone would stop and admire the beauty of Alan's closest, most favorite family cocksuckers. But no one would bother us, because they'd know from our brands that we belong to you. Some of your other Alan girls would come up though, and beg to suck your cock, or even beg to be fucked. Like that bitchy but quite stunning Heather girl. She'd want it real bad and throw her microscopic bikini off to tempt you. But you would say, 'Thanks, but no thanks. I have my mommy here with me today. There's nothing I'd rather do than have Mommy suck me off. She's the best cocksucker in town, and in fact she's going to suck it right now. If you want some of this at school, watch and learn how it's done.'"

Alan found his flaccid penis was already twitching with signs of life. He made a mental note never to ask Susan about her fantasies right after a powerful climax.

She continued, "Suzanne and the others would gasp with amazement at how many hours I could suck and titfuck your cock right there on the beach. The others, including the dozen or two Alan girls from your school with big A brands on them, would gather all around and stare excitedly. A hot Asian reporter from the local TV news would be there to film this spectacle, but she also would be unable to resist. With the camera rolling, she'd shuck off her clothes and crawl across the sand, begging to be honored with a few licks from the most perfect cock she'd ever seen."

"Mom, you're getting carried away."

"Hush! I'm having fun with this. Hands would fly into tiny bikinis and each girl would cream her juices all over the place, but that's all they could do. They would look on in jealousy, because you would only want to be with me. Even Suzanne could only bite her lip in frustration while you fuck my lactating tits, oozing with the fresh milk you'd lick straight off of my swollen nipples..."

Susan was so lost in her fantasy by now that she was hardly even aware Alan was there. While she gazed off into space, she had an arm under her boobs to clutch them together, and her other hand simulated his penis as it slid in and out of her cleavage and she reveled in the new feeling of Alan titfucking her.

She returned to reality as she realized her fantasy was beginning to sound too possessive, and turned to Alan to check his reaction to that. She was surprised to see him laugh quietly.

Blushing now, she asked defensively, "What's so funny?"

"Oh nothing. I just find it amusing that that's YOUR fantasy and not mine. I could hardly come up with a better one for myself. Except all these dozens of women in the 'herd' is too much. I have no need for anyone else now. I keep turning down girls asking me out on dates. Another one just asked me yesterday, but I don't give that kind of thing any thought. I can't handle all the women I'm with as it is. Brenda has to be the last new one. I just can't take any more."

He mused with amazement that just weeks ago he'd never kissed a girl and couldn't even get up the courage to ask a girl out.

"Okay, Tiger. That's fine for now, even though you deserve more. But can you see why I need help? My mind is so messed up! All I can think about is cocksucking for you!" Then she added with a more somber voice, "For starters."

He leaned up and kissed her on the cheek. He pondered how her fantasy paradoxically involved both sharing him with dozens of others and also possessively keeping him all for her own. But he decided to think about that later. "Let's hope you're never totally cured of that cocksucking desire. Now I really need to get some sleep."

She cooed, "You know I'll never be 'cured.' I'm not going to the psychologist to be cured, I'm going to find balance." She kissed him back, picked up her T-shirt from the floor, and left the room.

After she left Alan moaned out loud, "Ugh. If there's a higher power, please give me more strength so I can fully enjoy these best days of my life." Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep instantly.

Just as Alan and Suzanne had been spied on by Susan earlier, now Katherine spied on Alan and Susan. With the way Susan had yelled "FUCK YOUR MOMMY!" there was no way Katherine could have remained where she was, as those words carried into her room despite the very solid walls between them. As it was, she already had her ear up against his door long before then, pretty much ever since she noticed by peeking through her cracked open door that Susan had vacated the spot.

Katherine also wanted to start her own goodnight kiss tradition with Alan, but one thing after another had stopped her. This night she was foiled again. She didn't just want a goodnight peck on the cheek; she wanted a vigorous all over groping and necking, hopefully ending in a blowjob or more.

She seriously considered waking him up. But knowing everything Alan had been through, she took mercy on his weakened state and dejectedly returned to her room.

Suzanne thought that she was now back on top of things with Alan and back in control generally, partly thanks to her new, and at least temporarily exclusive, anal sex connection, and partly thanks to her new psychologist visit manipulation. But she was wrong.

As much as Alan enjoyed the anal sex with Suzanne, he enjoyed the "goodnight kiss" afterwards with his mother more. It wasn't necessarily any more sexually pleasurable, but it was more emotionally intense. Susan let herself go in these kinds of situations; she completely surrendered to lust and loved Alan with all her heart and soul. The strength of her passions filled the room like a thick fog. Alan couldn't get enough of it.

Suzanne, while having better sexual technique, still held back mentally; ironically, she wasn't following her advice to Alan, to surrender fully to the moment. This restraint manifested itself in many ways. She always guarded her speech and actions to make sure they matched her dignity and pride.

For instance, Suzanne might have told Alan a story similar to Susan's branding beach fantasy if it was in the context of a made up role play. But she would never have admitted to honestly having such thoughts (and in fact censored her fantasies to prevent herself from having those kinds of nonpolitically correct thoughts).

More and more, she did have similar thoughts, though they were buried deep down. While she didn't care about branding, per se, she had strange ideas that she couldn't comprehend. They often appeared in her dreams. Things she wanted to do with Amy. Things she wanted Alan to do to her. Demeaning things she wanted to do to Brenda. Perhaps most disturbingly, she felt increasing resentment and jealousy toward Susan.

She tried to bury these feelings even further down, especially these negative emotions toward her best friend. But living in denial dulled her usual cleverness. Behind her mask, she wasn't fully alert to her feelings or the feelings of others.

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