Lazy Sunday: Part 4

Chapter 10

Suzanne still wanted to press her idea of taking Alan to the beach. As it had been before, her beach idea was just a cover so she could take him to a hotel and fuck him properly for the first time.

She knew that Alan would be amenable to such a beach trip, since that promised revealing bikinis and lots of sexy fun. Furthermore, he would be even more eager if he knew her true intent.

Suzanne went back to the Plummers' house. She worked with Susan, cleaning the kitchen and other rooms as part of an effort to get back in Susan's good graces. Half an hour later, when they'd finished cleaning, she figured enough time had passed since Susan's tirade for her to suggest the beach idea again. She figured that Susan was almost back to her normal self.

However, Susan wouldn't allow it. After all, she pointed out, Alan had been grounded just the day before. Besides, Susan was still miffed from what she'd seen Suzanne and Brenda doing, and she wasn't in a charitable mood.

Alan complained, "Now, wait a minute. You said I was grounded for three days, including yesterday. Fine. But then last night, you blew me twice and tossed out the punishment in the process. Don't you remember? Don't you recall saying to me: 'Tiger, why don't we just forget all about your punishment? Mommy needs your cock in her mouth every single day or she just doesn't feel right.' I sure remember that!"

Susan didn't know what to say at first. Not only was she still miffed (although she was trying not to show it), but she'd remained in a religious and non-aroused state since church. She finally muttered, "Last night ... mistakes were made. I did some things of which I'm not so proud. But let's not compound one error with another. Today is the day of the Lord. It's a day for quiet, spiritual contemplation."

Suzanne knew Susan well, so she was ready with a counterargument. "Susan, you're so right. But we could also use this time to contemplate the severity of Sweetie's condition. It just so happens that I have an article I've been meaning to show you." She held up a magazine and opened it to a pre-selected page. "This is an article about male masturbation."

"How dreadful!" Susan exclaimed with a frown, just from hearing those words. "What a vile, wasteful habit."

"I know," Suzanne replied. "For men, that is. But we must not be ignorant of the evils that threaten us. Most of this article is just technical, boring stuff, but read this sentence right here. It says that a typical male produces over 100 million new sperm a day. One hundred million!"

Susan snatched the magazine away and closely read the sentence Suzanne had highlighted. Sure enough, that's what it said.

While Susan read, Suzanne gave Alan a quick, furtive wink.

Finally, Susan looked up. "Oh dear! My goodness! This is highly distressing. Not only that, but this says that's for a typical male, and we know Tiger is anything but typical. Why, knowing him, he must be producing two hundred million spermies a day, if not THREE hundred million!"

Suzanne shook her head sadly, even as she was secretly amused by the way Susan automatically increased the number for Alan. "Yes. Without a doubt. Tragic, isn't it? That's why virile boys with powerful cocks like Sweetie here feel tempted to masturbate - sometimes many times a day! - if they don't have a girlfriend or wife to help out. All that sperm is filling his balls, fighting to get out! As you know, our cutie here only has you, me and Angel to help out. Well, not counting his mysterious help at school, but they can't help on a Sunday. A demanding, unstoppable cock - sorry - penis like his doesn't know anything about the need to rest on Sundays. Millions of sperm are being produced every few minutes, even as we speak!"

Susan stared at Alan's covered crotch with serious alarm. "To think! I'll have to, er, I mean we'll have to guzzle down hundreds of MILLIONS of wiggly, potent, little spermies, every single day! Each one capable of making us pregnant! The idea is so very..."

"Hot?" Suzanne suggested, with a subtle grin.

"Well, yeah! But distressing too. What can we do about it? I mean, it's like a never-ending battle. There's no rest, not even on God's day."

Suzanne was sitting next to Alan, so she ostentatiously patted the bulge that had just grown in his pants. "What can we do? We really have **** but to serve our cutie Tiger, and service his rampant, powerful cock whenever he asks."

She dramatically raised a fist. "It's not just a battle; it's a war! We have to declare WAR!"

Katherine was there listening but staying silent, careful not to interfere with Suzanne's brilliant indoctrination. But when Suzanne said that, she had to cover her mouth to hide a snicker.

For Susan though, this subject was dead serious. She listened closely as Suzanne continued.

"It's a war on sperm! Each day, we have to strive to literally drain Tiger's balls dry. But you're right that it's a war without end. New sperm are made every single minute, and each night his balls will completely fill up with delicious seed. That's our lot in life, to fight a war we can never quite win."

She went on, "But, and this is my main point, there's no rest for the sperm!"

"But Sunday is God's day of rest," Susan pointed out. "Maybe we could at least take Sunday mornings off?"

"Let Him rest. But we can't rest, not even for half of Sundays, not if your Tiger's cock is feeling needy." Suzanne still had a hand on Alan's bulge. She looked at her hand to draw Susan's attention there. "Look at this!" She gripped his boner in a way that highlighted its length and thickness. "Look at how big that is. Think of all the millions of sperm in there, fighting to be free!"

She brought her other hand over and cupped his balls through his pants. She subtly pushed them up and out to make them look bigger. "And look here! Look at the potential uncounted BILLIONS of sperm here, and more being produced every single minute of the day! Do you think Sweetie can have a restful Sunday with painful blue balls all morning long?"

Susan held a hand to her mouth in dismay. Her eyes were glued on Suzanne's hands, which were holding Alan's cock and balls through his pants. Far from objecting, she was suddenly so horny that she was disappointed she couldn't be the one cradling his privates like that.

Suzanne began stroking Alan's shaft in an obvious manner, as best she could through the fabric. "Regardless of church, regardless of Sundays, we have to strut around in sexy clothes and high heels, bending and posing and showing off our big tits and tempting asses. All to inspire a thick, hard, tasty erection, like the one he has now ... this one!"

She dramatically unzipped his fly, whipped out his erection, and resumed stroking it, this time with much more satisfying skin-on-skin contact. "If we're lucky enough to get him stiff like this, we have to do all we can! We have to rip our tops off so our big tits can bounce free, then drop to our knees and make love to his magnificent thickness for as long as it takes! Why, you might be **** to spend the next hour - or two! - trying to tend to his manly slab of delicious cock-beef, slathering it and loving it with your tongue and lips while playfully juggling his sperm-filled heavy balls with your hands. But of course, that is our lot in life, whether we like it or not. Our role is to SERVE!"

Susan's big breasts were heaving as she stared at Alan's bulge with undisguised need. She muttered, "Yes! To SERVE!"

Suzanne turned briefly to Alan and winked surreptitiously.

He thought, Wow! Incredible! Aunt Suzy is brainwashing Mom. And it's totally working!

Katherine thought Suzanne's "declaration of war" was silly, but if it helped her mother loosen up, she was all for it. So she said, "Let's not be so negative. True, we can't win the war, but if we take things one day a time, we can win the daily battle! Help him cum six times a day, at least. That's a victory, right?"

Susan panted excitedly, "True! So true! Angel, I'm so glad you're here to hear this."

Suzanne let go of Alan's dick and balls completely and sat back in her chair. Her idea was that if Susan saw he was not being "tended to" properly, she'd be keen to take over. And then she'd get so horny that she'd agree to just about anything.

The breathless mother probably would have already fallen to her knees if she hadn't been sitting in her Sunday best in a chair. She suddenly found all her heavy church clothes far too confining, so she pulled at her top like a nervous Rodney Dangerfield. But then she came out of her trance enough to look directly at Alan's thick hard-on poking out of his fly, untended.

That bothered her greatly, as Suzanne had intended, but Susan was sitting too far away to easily reach his crotch. She looked up at his face and asked, "Uh, Son? Do you need my help right now? I mean, we don't want all those billions of yummy spermies just churning around in your balls ... They belong in my stomach or on my face, where they can't cause any harm!"

Alan was no dummy. He realized that Suzanne had excited Susan so much for some purpose, and guessed that the purpose was the beach trip. He said, "Mom, that's true. But that's all the more reason Aunt Suzy and I should go to the beach together. Just think how hard and horny my dick will get, seeing my auntie strutting around in a tiny bikini. I'll cum buckets, for sure!"

Unfortunately for Suzanne, he'd taken the wrong tack. Susan was jealous. She was also really worried about the things that Suzanne might do with Alan if she had him all to herself, in private, for many hours.

Katherine didn't help matters by saying, "Hey! I wanna go too! I can help keep him well drained." Since Susan was so worked up, Katherine tried for the dramatic by stiffening up and saluting. "Private Katherine, reporting for duty! Permission to deploy my mouth on Brother's cock!"

Susan put her foot down, in large part because she didn't want to be without her son for that long. "Permission denied! You're still grounded, remember?"

"But MoooOOOOoooom!"

Alan asked, "What about if it's just Aunt Suzy and me? We're not grounded."

Susan replied, "Sorry, but no! You can get all hard and horny here. We can strut around in tiny bikinis around the pool. In fact, if we stay here, and you ask politely, we might even take part of our bikinis off. Wouldn't you like that? Besides, how could she relieve you in a public place? It's better and safer to keep you here."

"But Mom," he nagged. "I can go to the pool any old time. The pool is boring. The beach is fun."

Katherine pointed to Alan's crotch in dismay. "Look, Mom! You're making him wilt, thanks to your negative attitude."

Sure enough, Alan's penis was growing flaccid.

Even so, Susan folded her arms under her huge tits and said, "Sorry. I'm not budging."

Their dispute had dispelled the horny atmosphere that Suzanne had worked so hard to create. That made Alan feel really peevish, so he decided to act as if his dick didn't need any help. He figured that if he held out for a while, Susan would get so horny that she'd give in and go along with the beach idea. So, after tucking his penis away and zipping up his fly, he retreated in apparent disappointment, going to the living room to play video games.

Unfortunately, he was just making life difficult for himself. Suzanne's words and especially the sight of Alan's boner being stroked in front of her had finally broken Susan's prudish mood. It wasn't long before she came back downstairs dressed in a very sexy outfit.

Katherine and Suzanne noticed that, so they followed her lead - they took that as a green light for them to dress in even more revealing outfits.

Susan "retaliated" by putting on an even more sexy outfit, with a plunging neckline that went down to her belly button.

Amy came over about that time, and soon the four females were all strutting about in various states of competitive undress, each of them trying to outdo the others with "visual stimulation."

Alan was too distracted to focus on his video game, so he went to the dining room to eat celery with peanut butter as a snack, then pretended to read the Sunday newspaper. As long as he held the newspaper up with both hands, he couldn't see what they were wearing or doing. He was still trying to hold out until Susan gave in on the idea of going to the beach.

Alan's teasing continued all through lunch, although it was tempered a little bit because Amy was eating with them, and Amy felt restrained with her over-protective mother present.

Susan spoke at length about the "sperm threat," the dangers of "Onanism," and generally of the "need" to help him with his "billions of wiggly, madly multiplying spermies." This was pretty much just reiteration of Suzanne's propaganda, but Amy had never heard Susan talk like that before, so she listened attentively.

Chapter 11

After lunch, Alan maintained his seemingly unaroused mood, leading to lots of questions from the others. He just kept on apparently reading the newspaper at the dining table.

At one point, Susan walked up to him and shyly asked, "Ah ... Uh, Son ... How is the state of your, uh, penis doing these days?"

"Good, in general. Not a lot of soreness or chafing." His mother looked very tempting in her sexy outfit, but he had some idea of what was coming, so he tried his best not to let his penis engorge.

She smiled, but with worry on her face. "Excellent. But I mean, more specifically ... how is the, uh ... the getting erect status going?"

He grinned, secretly amused at how she was blushing slightly while trying not to show how eager she was to help him out. "Why? What would happen if I were erect?"

She stared longingly at his crotch. "Well ... one of us, we could help you out."

"With your mouth, you mean?"

Her blush deepened and she turned away in embarrassment. "That's uh, one possibility." Without realizing it, she licked her lips several times as she pictured herself naked and on her knees, sucking his cock.

He said, "Cool. Thanks for the offer, but I'm fine for now. I don't need any help."

"Oh." She frowned sadly. "Are you still upset at how I interrupted you, Suzanne, and Brenda earlier? I'm really sorry about that."

"Nah. That's not it at all. I can understand how you were upset, coming straight from church and seeing that. Let's just forget all about that, okay?"

She nodded. But then she perked up a bit and resumed eye contact. "Could I bake you some cookies?"

He chuckled. "Sure. You're the best!"

After he'd enjoyed a snack, complete with oatmeal raisin cookies, Katherine came by and asked him, "Hey, Bro, don't you need some relief after all the teasing? I heard all about what happened with Aunt Suzy and Brenda and all. You must have worked up a big, creamy load."

He replied, "Nah, I'm good. It's still flaccid at the moment."

"Oh. Okay." She looked visibly disappointed, as did Susan and Suzanne, who were listening in.

He asked, "By the way, how did you hear all about that already?"

"Well, while you were off sulking, Aunt Suzy gave us all a full debriefing. Even Amy got to hear." She looked over at Amy and smiled.

Amy's return smile practically lit up the room. Obviously, she was very glad to have been included.

He asked, "And Mom wasn't upset?"

"Are you kidding me? Her story was so hot we could use it to run a power plant. Then, as soon it was over, she called up Brenda to get what I'm sure was an even hotter debriefing."

He looked over to Susan, who was puttering about in the kitchen, still close enough to overhear.

She blushed and suddenly started doing something that allowed her to turn her head away.

Suzanne was reading a book on finance while sprawled out on the love seat in the living room. She put the book down to comment, "You know, you need to maintain a better than average number for the rest of the week, to build up a surplus before your scouting trip this weekend."

"I'm aware of that. Thanks." He kept reading.

Suzanne looked over to the kitchen and shared a concerned look with Susan.

In a way, he was simply experimenting. Yes, his dick would become erect from time to time in the face of all their flirting, but overall he still felt sexually satiated from the previous day's **** activity. He wanted to see just how **** they would get, and what they'd do to entice him.

Katherine sat down next to him, picked up a section of the newspaper, and started to read it.

He looked over at her. "Hmmm. Sis, the Business section? Really? Since when have you been reading that?"

She blushed, realizing that she'd been busted. Obviously, she wasn't seriously interested in that section of the paper; she just wanted to be near him for when his penis engorged once more. Instead of trying to defend herself, she asked, "You have the comics?"

He handed her the comics. He deadpanned, "Make sure to check out Family Circus. It's hilarious this week, as usual."

She smirked, since she knew that he found that comic strip as unfunny as she did. "Let me guess: is it the 'little Billy running all around the yard with a black line tracing his winding path' joke, or is it the 'Not Me' joke?"

He hadn't actually bothered to look at the comic, so he said, "It's a brilliant combination of the two!"

They both snickered at that. Even when things were slightly tense, he loved the camaraderie he had with his little sister.

All the women continued to linger nearby, frequently ask him how he was doing.

When his mother came over from the kitchen yet again to ask once more whether he needed any "special help," he finally lost his patience. "Geez! Give me a break already. First off, I believe I came ten times yesterday. TEN times! That's a record, and it's left me a little wiped out. Second, I've only gone a short time without any action, since Sis helped out earlier, and then I had fun with Aunt Suzy and Brenda."

Suzanne pointed out, "But all I did was stroke and suck you a little while you played with Brenda's big tits, and you didn't even cum."

He sighed with exasperation. "Think how that would sound in any other house on this street. That right there is so 'not normal'. Are you all so perpetually horny that you can't give me one more or less sex-free afternoon?"

The fact was that, yes, they all really were that horny. Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine had each found the day before to be simply incredible, though for Katherine the highlight had been her sex with Suzanne. That day had been a sexual epiphany for everyone except Alan. (It had been fantastic for him too, but in his case it was merely the latest in a never-ending series of increasingly amazing days.) The three women wanted more, like another shot of an addictive ****.

Amy had missed out on almost everything that had happened the day before, but Susan had given her the green light to help that afternoon, and she was very keen to get more involved.

Susan replied to his outburst, "Sorry. I'm sure I speak for everyone when I say we're really sorry. It's just that ... well ... to maintain your average, we have to be ever vigilant. Especially with that scouting trip coming up that could knock your average way down. It's just that we all love you, and we're really concerned."

He nodded, and thought, Sure. It's just because you're 'concerned' and it has nothing to do with the fact that you're horny. Give me a break! But between the way you're licking your lips and staring wantonly at my crotch, I'm getting a boner again. Damn!

Although she returned to the kitchen, his erection just wouldn't go away. Finally, more to maintain his average and get the women to stop bothering him than anything, he said, "Hey, Aunt Suzy? You got a minute?"

She put her book down. "Sure. What's up?"

"My dick could use a little attention. But I'm keen on reading the newspaper for a while longer. Would you mind slowly stroking me while I continue to read?"

"Not at all!" Suzanne quickly stood up. Realizing that she seemed to be too eager, she feigned relative indifference and took her time walking to where he sat. She took a seat next to him, unzipped his fly and fished out his stiff pole, but for a change kept all of her own clothes on.

Katherine put down her newspaper and complained, "Hey! What about me? Am I just a bump on a log? I can help too!"

He looked over to the kitchen and saw Susan looking back with obvious disappointment on her face. He said to them both, "Sorry, but I had to pick just one, and Aunt Suzy was the one of you who was pestering me the least."

He tried to ignore her efforts and continue to read, but the others were not so disinterested. One by one, Susan, Katherine, and Amy stopped what they were doing and came closer, drawn like moths to flame. They all sat at the table and watched every move Suzanne made. No one said a word, since they didn't want to interrupt his reading. The room was deathly quiet except for the sound of Suzanne's hand as it slid up and down his erection, slicked up as it was with his pre-cum.

Suzanne wasn't happy that Amy was there, since she didn't want her to see her mother pleasuring Alan. But she realized, Amy is around here far too often for me to be able to hide everything sexual from her. The fact is, what I'm doing now is going to be the new normal. I just have to act like it's no big deal for my daughter, and hopefully she'll treat it like no big deal. That casual attitude will work wonders for getting Susan to accept what I'm doing in front of everyone as normal too.

Sometimes, you just have to make sacrifices. The good thing is that Amy is so accepting and easy-going about everything. She probably really doesn't think it's a big deal one way or another.

Alan didn't want a handjob. He didn't want to get excited; for once he really just wanted to read the newspaper. But having the other three females watch while Suzanne stroked him eventually drove him to distraction and crazy with lust. He soon gave up on the paper and just kicked back to fully luxuriate in what Suzanne's talented hands were doing.

It didn't help that Suzanne kept lowering the front of her white dress until her almost as white boobs hung free. Then she started muttering things to him in her scratchy yet oh-so-sexy voice. "Look, Sweetie, I didn't wear a bra. You know why? Because you told us all not to. Ever! But without it, my nipples get hard and rub against the rough fabric when I think of you, even in church. In fact, the fabric is so rough that I'd better lower this dress some more."

Susan overheard this and said, "Oooh! What a good idea. Too bad I don't have buttons in the front though." That was true, because her plunging neckline practically split the front of her dress in two. "Angel, can you be a dear and unzip me in the back? Thanks. Suzanne is right: Tiger is so diabolically clever. My nipples get hard all the time with all that rough rubbing and then all I want to do is suck his cock!"

Alan looked up in time to watch his mother stand up and let her dress fall to her waist when the straps slipped off her shoulders. Then he saw the same thing happen to Amy's and Katherine's dresses, although they remained sitting.

Amy cried out with glee, "Cool beans! It's nude-y time!"

He chuckled at that. Then he looked back and forth at the eight glorious tits that were being displayed just for him, and groaned.

Chapter 12

He'd long since tossed his newspaper aside and out of reach, so that wasn't an available distraction. His dick was so hard that he wanted to cum right away, just from the view alone, never mind the way that Suzanne was jerking him off at the same time. That **** him to close his eyes to reduce the urge to ejaculate.

That seemed to calm all the women, since they knew he couldn't see them. Slowly but surely he was able to bring his breathing under control. As he continued to recover, he tried some small talk to serve as a distraction to what Suzanne's fingers were doing. He asked, "By the way, Aunt Suzy, you know, Mom mentioned the other day that the two of you could have been real centerfolds. Is that true?"

"What do you mean?" Suzanne asked.

He explained, with his eyes still closed, "Mom said that you both used to get lots of offers to be in magazines and movies and stuff like that. No one ever told me about that before. I'd love to hear your side."

Suzanne replied as she kept stroking his boner, "Oh, well that's true. I guess I have been a bit modest about that, but then again it's not really a big deal. Sure, I had lots of guys wanting to take my picture and such. If I had a nickel for every time someone told me they could make me a star, well ... I'd have a mountain of nickels!" She chuckled. "And then, later on, Susan got a lot of offers too."

Amy asked, "Why only later?"

Suzanne explained, "It's all a matter of where you are, how you dress, and who sees you. When Susan was growing up in rural Nebraska, needless to say, there weren't droves of professional photographers scouring the corn fields looking for the next Christie Brinkley. But after she moved here and we became best friends, I sort of taught her how to be an Orange County socialite and upgraded her wardrobe and so forth. After that, there was hardly a party she went to where some smooth talker didn't tell her 'you ought to be in the movies, ' or some line like that."

Katherine looked at her mother and asked, "Is that true?"

Alan opened his eyes to see her response.

Susan blushed and dropped her head demurely. "Well, I don't know if it was THAT common. It was annoying, actually. Suzanne taught me how to brush off guys like that. But boy, were they aggressive! And they didn't seem to care in the slightest that Suzanne or I were married, even back when our husbands were with us."

Alan asked, "Is that all it was? Some cheesy come-on line? Were there any serious offers?"

Suzanne replied, "Oh, I'm sure there were. Remember, a lot of these parties were the kind where everyone came in a Porsche or Maserati or something super snazzy like that. We met a lot of famous people over the years, including Hollywood people. You'd be surprised how many live not far from here."

"Like who?" Amy asked eagerly.

"I've told you some stories over the years," she replied. "Anyway, I don't want to get off the point, which is that a lot of the offers were sincere, in the sense that those people really had some connections. But most of them probably had some 'casting couch' hanky-panky in mind too. And besides, it was all a dead end."

"Why?" Amy asked. "'Cos you both were married?"

"Well, there was that. But also, both of us were simply far too busty. There's sort of an ideal size for advertising and acting and such, and if you're too endowed it's considered distracting. Both of us were, well, porn magazine size, to be frank. In fact, I had a friend with the exact same dimensions as me who tried to go Hollywood and ran into all kinds of trouble, since she wanted to be a real actress and not in porn. She would have done much better if she'd had breast reduction surgery."

Suzanne thought fondly of her busty college roommate, Xania. It was the first time she'd thought about her in ages, and she wondered whether Xania was still working on the margins of the Hollywood movie industry. They'd remained in some contact over the years, but it had been a couple years since they'd even talked on the phone.

She continued, "Heck, we were both too stacked even for Playboy. I'm not sure they've ever had any Playmates who were natural G-cups like us. So that's one reason why I taught Susan to turn down every offer flat, no matter what."

Alan perked up, even sitting up a bit. "But you could have been! Mom, all this talk of you being my 'centerfold mommy' isn't just talk. And you too, Aunt Suzy! Maybe not for Playboy, but lots of other magazines would have loved to have you!"

Susan was still blushing, but she also smiled shyly. "Well, I suppose that's true. Obviously I never listened to those offers because I was married, but it's a nice fantasy to have now, to think that I could have been a real centerfold for you."

She suddenly stood up and began sensuously running her hands up and down her hips. Her upper torso was already bare, and she subtly pushed her dress farther down, until a bit of her bush came into view. "Would you have liked that, Son? Would you have liked to have found an old Playboy with your mommy all naked inside?" Her hands slithered down to her knees, which caused her to bend over. That, in turn, made her big melons dangle down enticingly while her dress slid all the way off her ass.

Katherine was sitting next to Amy, so she said to her, "See what Mom is doing? This is what all of us ladies here are going to be doing a lot of. Providing visual stimulation. It's particularly good if we work like a team. See, my mom provides the sexy visual and your mom uses her hand to make sure his thingy stays nice and hard."

"Cool beans!" Amy replied. "That looks like fun. Should we help out with the visual part too?"

"Nah. I think Mom's got this."

Susan had paused to listen, so she gave her opinion. "That's right. I've got this. Amy, watch and learn. You can't just stand there and think your beautiful nude body will do the job. You have to put your heart into it."

Then Susan turned her attention back to Alan and got back into her role. Even her voice changed, as she squealed with apparent dismay. "Oh my goodness! Look at me! This is just the kind of pose I'd take if I were in one of your nasty magazines!" She struck another sexy pose, letting her dress slide the rest of the way off, showing off all of her pussy. "Would you keep your Playboy with Mommy on the cover under your bed, and secretly jerk off to it every night?"

He groaned lustily. "Oh, you know it!" He was very glad that Suzanne was still jacking him off. In fact, she was stroking him more vigorously, now that she could sense his growing arousal.

Susan struck another pose, with her hands over her head. "Son, would the page of your magazine get all sticky, because of your cummy fingers trying to turn the pages?"

"Yes!" he moaned.

She continued, "Would you dream of sliding your big fat cock right between Mommy's big tits?"

"YES!"

She began rubbing her big tits together, mashing the tit-flesh and distorting their shape. "But all those thousands of other boys across the country, they could only dream of doing that! But you! You can really do it! You can stick you superior cock right here" - she ran her hands up her cleavage - "and I'll lick your knob too! Wouldn't you like that?"

"Oh! So much!" He was squeezing his PC muscle frantically.

Katherine rolled her eyes, knowing no one was looking her way. Give me a break! First, I get to find out all kinds of famous Hollywood types were trying to get Mom and Aunt Suzy in magazines. Nobody's ever done that to me! Or Aims, 'cos she would have told me. But as if that isn't enough, now Brother's getting off on this whole 'Mom as centerfold' fantasy, and I sit here with MY tits hanging out of my top like I'm chopped liver! Arrgh!

Suzanne was also getting annoyed. After all, she was doing all the rubbing and stroking, but Alan only had eyes for Susan. And she had walked right into that by the way she'd brought Susan into the discussion.

Trying to bring his attention back to her, she suddenly exclaimed, "Sweetie! Guess what? I really did pose for some erotic photos once!" She hadn't told anyone about that in many years. Not even Susan knew of it.

That got his attention back. He looked her way and asked, "What? Really?"

She slowed down her stroking so he wouldn't cum just yet. "Really. It was when I was in college, before I met Eric. I was pretty willful back then. There was a guy from Playboy, doing one of those 'Girls from the Pac Ten' pictorials." She thought back to her favorite picture taken from that photo session. She looked remarkably similar, except that she hadn't started growing her long tassel of hair yet.

Alan exclaimed, "So you WERE in Playboy! Wow!"

"No, not exactly."

Amy chimed in, "Cool! My mom was a Playboy Bunny! But I thought you said your breasts were too big?"

Suzanne was flustered. "Well, remember they were a little less full then, before I had you or Brad. But no, I never got in the magazine. There's kind of a tangled story there, but basically, they took the pictures, but then I got cold feet and wouldn't give permission. I started to think about who might see, like my parents..." Now she was the one blushing. "In any case, I still have the proofs around somewhere."

"No way!" Alan and Amy exclaimed at the same time.

Even Katherine and Susan were excited by that. Susan paused her sexy nude posing and asked, "Really? How come you never told me?"

"Susan, up until about a week ago, how approving would you have been?"

"Hmmm. Good point. But anyway, now you have to show us!"

"Yeah!" the others all agreed.

Suzanne dropped her head, weighed down by frustration. She'd only brought that up to get Alan's attention, and now that brought up the practical problem of actually finding the pictures. She was in the middle of a nice handjob, and didn't want to give up her hold on Alan's erection. She knew that someone else would take over before she could even leave the room. She said, "Later, okay? They're in my attic somewhere, but it could take an hour or two to find them, or more."

That deflated the group's excitement. Even Alan's boner seemed to soften a little bit.

"Oh." Susan said as she just stood there in her high heels, panting slightly.

Suzanne looked to Alan. "Sorry, Sweetie. I'll find them for you later, okay? Meanwhile, here's something to tide you over until then." She bent down and swallowed his cockhead.

Susan wasn't so happy about that. She looked around, and said, "Amy! Look away!"

Amy looked to the ceiling with annoyance. "Aunt Susan, I'm not a kid, you know. I've already seen Katherine do that." With Suzanne there, she didn't mention that she'd briefly done it to Alan herself.

"Oh." Susan thought about that, then added, "But still, Suzanne IS your mother. You should look away."

Annoyed, Katherine stuck up for her friend. "Why? You let me watch when YOU do it to him! Your rules are weird and aggravating, and extremely UNFAIR!"

Susan was going to reply to that, but didn't get a chance, because Alan let out a loud lusty gasp. All eyes snapped to look at him.

He grabbed Suzanne's head and roughly pulled her lips farther down his erection. "God dammit! You fuckin' SUCK COCK like a succubus!"

She was in danger of gagging with him holding her head down, so she frantically bobbed and licked, hoping to get him to blow before she had serious trouble breathing. Luckily, she needn't have worried, because he was already well past the point of no return.

No one said a word, but the other women all watched with undisguised desire. It was clear as they began to pant more and more that each of them was imagining themselves in Suzanne's place.

Alan grunted and moaned like he'd been shot in the legs. He was usually relatively quiet during his orgasms, but this time he let out a loud wail as he fired and fired and fired into the back of Suzanne's throat.

The three watching women all frigged themselves to their own climaxes, as subtly as they could manage, each taking advantage of the distraction provided by Suzanne's frantically bobbing head.

Suddenly it was all over. Susan muttered something about needing to bake cookies for her "growing boy," and scurried off to the kitchen. She left her dress behind on the floor, but once she got to the kitchen, she put on an apron.

Even Katherine and Amy seemed abashed after everyone's climax, and quickly found an excuse to go upstairs.

Suzanne sat up and sighed. "Well, I guess I'd better go find those pictures, before an angry lynch mob forms." She kissed Alan's forehead, pulled her sexy dress up into place, and went to join Susan in the kitchen.

She wasn't in a hurry to leave Alan, but felt the need to talk to Susan to prevent her from slipping back into prudish-mode.

Alan didn't know anything about that, so he felt a little peeved at being suddenly abandoned by everyone as soon as his dick had wilted after he'd ejaculated. He realized that he was also feeling tired, so he went to his room to take a nap.