Let's Have a Party: Part 2

Chapter 4

Then Suzanne lost. Since she was already completely naked, she asked Alan as she posed seductively for him, standing with her arms held 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 ones that throbs and rotates." He figured it was important to get Brenda to descend even further into debauchery, and a dildo throbbing in 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?"

Brenda pretended ****. "I guess so. Assuming it's within Susan's rules." Thanks to Alan's attention, her confidence returned. She smugly thought, Alan picked me first. He's falling for me already!

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

Katherine hurried 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 stood up and did so, once again while trembling with excitement and fear.

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

Brenda thought, That's so lewd and rude! Should I?! I've never done anything like this before. But ... Gaawwwd, I'm too fucking horny to say no! She 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. Even 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 scratchy yet oh-so-sexy voice!

She said some of these thoughts out loud while panting hard. "I can't believe I'm doing this. This is such an embarrassing position. 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. instead, she found herself slightly wiggling her ass around to draw even more attention to it. She sighed at her own uncontrollable lust, 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 started running 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 the many rivulets of Brenda's cum that she found there. 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 soaked pussy lips.

Brenda shivered all over. She 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.

Suzanne brought her cum-soaked fingers to her mouth and licked them clean. "Mmmm! Delicious!" And she wasn't just saying that either - she really did enjoy the taste, although it wasn't as sweet as Alan's cum.

Brenda was mortified. With her eyes already shut tight in denial and her face blushing cherry red, she dropped her head nearly to the floor in defeat. "Don't look, Alan! Please! Don't look!"

Of course, that only made Alan even more interested, but he was staring already.

Katherine returned with the dildo and handed it to Suzanne. Suzanne slowly and sensuously stuck it into Brenda's sopping pussy - at first only inserting it a little, then pulling it 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 all 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 that she'd have ample opportunity to play with Brenda's twin towers soon enough.

Brenda honestly wanted to cry. She felt even more humiliated than she'd been at the last poker party, and while she had been drinking some wine this time she couldn't blame **** as an excuse as much as at the prior party. She thought, Good God! This is crazy; it's outrageous and wrong! So very, very wrong! Suzanne's treating me like her personal plaything, and I for one won't stand for it! It'd be one thing if Alan were to do this to me, but a woman? NO! Absolutely not!

But despite her thoughts, she didn't say or do a thing to resist. She was far too horny, and too busy trying hard not to cum loudly in front of everybody. She moaned and whimpered and lowered her head, which made her ass look like it was thrusting up even higher.

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 still wasn't sure if the time was right. He was hoping Suzanne would let him know when it was okay to expose it, but he was leaning towards just doing it anyway.

Susan wasn't so hesitant. Knowing that Brenda couldn't see while she was on all fours facing the other direction, she pulled her chair right next to Alan's and whispered, "Here, let me help you with that. I can't watch you commit the sin of Onan!" With that, she stuck a hand inside his shorts, found his hard cock, and started to stroke it.

Fuck, man! He huffed and puffed as he tried to endure the sudden surge of arousal without cumming. One reason he'd been delaying getting any penis-tending help was because he was fully aroused simply from watching, and he didn't want to have to worry about cumming too soon. But the pleasure was so much better from her stroking that he decided it was fully worth the risk.

Once he felt he had his pulsing boner more or less under control, he looked to his stunning, fully-naked mother and briefly caressed her nearest tit from below. He smiled at her and whispered, "Thanks, Mom!"

She smiled back from ear to ear, whispering, "It's my pleasure. Plus, it's my duty!"

Alan returned his attention to the "Suzanne and Brenda show." Suzanne was supposedly still inserting the dildo into Brenda, when in reality she was already fucking Brenda with it.

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

Brenda panted, "It's in! It's in! Alan, please say it's in!" Her eyes were open again and glazed with lust, and her hips were rotating from the sensations that she felt deep within her inner walls. Suzanne was fingering her clit while plunging the dildo in and out, and it made Brenda so very, very aroused that she wanted to scream. But she stayed where she was, ass high in the air. She tried to turn her head back to Alan to plead with her eyes, but he was almost directly behind her so she couldn't see him. That was lucky for her, because if she had noticed what Susan was doing to him she would have lost her battle not to cum, for sure. As it was, she knew it could happen at any moment, and she wouldn't be able to stay quiet this time.

He hemmed and hawed. He knew that the longer he appeared indecisive, the more success Suzanne would have in breaking down Brenda's self-control. 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. All she knew was that Suzanne wasn't stopping, and she was in imminent danger of having a big, loud climax in front of everyone. Already, the sounds of her sexy struggling were almost as loud as many women's orgasms, and that deeply humiliated her. The more her sexual humiliation, the greater her arousal; it was a self-reinforcing cycle, a positive feedback loop.

Suzanne, teasing Brenda some more, said, "I think it's in, Sweetie. Look. I'm pushing it aaaalll the way in, and then pulling it almost aaaalll 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, it's in so deep."

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

Suzanne grinned too. She moved the dildo in and out in time to Alan's words. Then, moving it in time to her own words, she replied, "Yes, aaaaaallll the way in, then aaaaaallll the way out."

Brenda whimpered helplessly. Crap! It's just like Suzanne's fucking me, right here in front of everybody, and all I can do is gasp for air while my big tits sway wildly! I've gotta cum so bad! Help! Somebody help me!

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

Suzanne grinned wider as she asked back, "So, you're asking me if it's aaaaaaalll the way in or is it aaaaaaalll the way out? What's the question, exactly?" She kept on working the dildo in Brenda's pussy.

Brenda couldn't take any more. A great orgasm was imminent. She shrieked, "Please! Please have mercy!"

Suzanne decided she'd had brought Brenda far enough along, so she replied to Alan, "It's aaaaaallll the way in." She made one final, deep push in time to those words, then held 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 desperation on her face as her thighs began to tremble like an impending earthquake. She knew she was past the point of no return, with an epic climax about to rip through her body. "NO!"

Suzanne let go of the dildo, but left it lodged deep inside Brenda's pussy.

Brenda fell to the floor as she writhed in submission to her orgasmic urges. She fought with all her might to remain in control, but her body wouldn't listen to her mind.

She inadvertently rolled face up, giving everyone an even better show to watch. The only downside to that was that Susan didn't want to get caught with her hand in Alan's shorts, since she didn't think that was what he wanted. So, reluctantly, she removed her hand.

The others stared at Brenda as she let herself go completely. Her huge, bouncy tits were highly entertaining and arousing for everyone, as were her verbal protests. She was an extremely 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 too ... too ... too embarrassing! I'm ... I'm gonna ... gonna cum ... in front of all of you! Fuck. Why did I, did I agree, to ... to do this? Why?! Dear God, 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 incessantly and nearly incoherently as they hit her one after another. All the while, she stared at Alan with a pained yet lustful expression on her face.

It was **** for him to watch this without having his hard-on stroked, especially after how good Susan's help had felt. Katherine, who was sitting next to him, saw his anguish and figured that if Susan was missing out, she'd be most happy to take over, so she covertly dropped a hand into his lap and started fondling him. Some light rubbing through his shorts was almost enough to bring him off, given what he was seeing taking place before him, as well as all the arousing sights and sounds that had led up to this moment.

Brenda saw Katherine stroking his bulge, and that set her off even more. She screamed even more loudly and incoherently, especially when she saw Katherine reach inside his shorts to stroke his erection directly.

But just as Alan was ready to cum in his shorts, Suzanne noticed his **** face and tried to stop him from going over the edge. She was too far away to intervene directly, so instead she announced, "Okay, that's it! It's time for a break."

All eyes returned to the table. Katherine wasn't sure whether Suzanne would approve of her handjob assistance, so she reluctantly took her hand out of her brother's shorts.

He groaned audibly in frustration. His urge to cum slowly abated, but just a bit - he still remained only a hair trigger away from flooding his shorts with his seed.

Brenda couldn't even get back to the table; her body just shuddered and wriggled on the floor. The vibrator was still working deep within her, pushing her along. She felt like she could stay all evening on one continuous high, hitting climax after climax.

Suzanne sensed that too and was curious whether it was possible, but she also felt some sympathy for her sweaty, bedraggled 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 her heavy panting, "Oh, thank you, Suzanne, thank you! Ohmigod. Ohmigod!" She reached around, found the controls, and flicked the dildo to the low setting. She would have preferred to take it all the way out, but the new, lower setting made a huge difference for her.

As a result, within a few minutes she had 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 in her chair as if trying to rub herself into satisfaction, but it wasn't quite enough to get her there. The dildo had served its purpose; there was no way she would protest about anything getting too sexual anymore.

Chapter 5

Katherine was very happy to lose the next two hands. She still had her top hanging around her waist, but she elected to expose first her pussy and then her ass. Now she had both her top and skirt hanging off her loosely, while all her private parts were uncovered.

Alan lost the next hand, the first time he'd lost since joining the 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 overdressed, huh?"

All the females agreed with frantic nods of their heads.

Brenda was stunned to realize that Alan hadn't lost prior to that. Dammit! Alan is unstoppable! There's no way to win against him, not even in a game of chance! What chance do I have to resist the urge to serve his incredible cock? None, that's what! Look at me, buck naked and utterly humiliated! Utterly defeated too! My efforts to play hard to get, or even just seem normal, are in tatters. When is he going to claim his prize?!

Susan lost the next hand, so she had to take off the last of her clothes. She tried to hide how happy that made her, but not very successfully. Then she lost another hand, and Katherine had the highest hand.

So Katherine had the right to order her mother on a dare. She said, "Brother'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 cock while we play."

Alan let out a loud groan of relief.

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. She unzipped his shorts and pulled them down his thighs. Then her tender hands went to work.

The Brenda from much earlier in the evening might have protested had someone begun jacking Alan off right in front of her, but there was no possibility of that happening at this point. She just stared in total fascination and licked her lips repeatedly. Look at that! Susan is his mother, but does that stop her from jacking him off? No! She doesn't care that she's not even wearing a stitch of clothing, or that we're all watching; all that matters is satisfying and serving her son's powerful cock! Gaawwwd! And she's so fucking hot and STACKED, almost as much as me!

What if I was in her shoes?! Hell, what if it was my son, Adrian?! What if we were playing cards at my house, and Aidy wandered in and joined us, and the next thing I knew, I'd been ordered to jack him off?! Oh God! Just like ... just like Susan is ... OH! URGH! Gonna ... gonna cum! No! Not again!

She grabbed at her clit and began a particularly intense orgasm, greatly helped by the vibrator that still gyrated and hummed inside her pussy. At least this time she still had enough self-control not to scream without restraint.

As she came down from her obvious but relatively quiet climax, she thought, Oh God! Too horny! AGAIN! Phew, I can't take it. What's with these people?! I'm losing my mind! I knew this would be a sexually intense party, but all evening I've either been cumming or on the brink of cumming! I can't take it much longer. I have to win a hand so I can remove this dildo. I have **** or I'll ... I'll ... go insane!

The other women looked on at Brenda with envy, wishing that they too had big dildos throbbing inside their slits. But they restrained themselves from any personal touching not ordered via the game, while desperately wishing for the game to end so that they too could get off.

Although Brenda had just had yet another big climax, that only served to further stoke her overheated libido. She couldn't stop staring at Susan's hand where it was stroking Alan's erection. She'd seen Suzanne help Alan in previous visits, but seeing Susan doing it for the first time stirred a powerful desire deep inside her. "How can you do that? He's your son!"

Susan repositioned herself a little better for Brenda's visual benefit. "How can I NOT?!" she asked incredulously. "Just look at it. This is the cock of a real man!" She made long strokes from tip to root and back again, to emphasize its length. "Don't you want to get your hands on it? Or even better, your mouth?"

Brenda thought, I do! I do! So much! I wonder what would happen if I pulled this damn dildo out of me and simply sat down on him?! Fully impaled on his trouser snake! I wish I had the guts to do that!

Susan leaned over close enough to blow her minty breath on the tip. "Big-titted women like us were made to suck on big cocks!"

Brenda groaned with great arousal. She writhed around helplessly, right on the brink of another orgasm. She looked around at the others for some kind of help or support, but they were all too glassy-eyed and horny. Still resisting, she managed to complain, "But he's your son!"

Susan grinned from ear to ear, even as she stuck her tongue out like she was about to start licking. "I know! Isn't it great?" She thought back to Suzanne's words of consolation about Ron's homosexuality. "There's something magical at work here. Something spiritual. It was meant to be. It was like I was born and bred to serve my son's huge, magnificent cock!"

That pushed Brenda over the edge, and she came again. "Born and bred!" Oh God! "To serve!" Oh God! That's me! Help me, God! Sweet Jesus!

She came yet again. Once again she tried to do so quietly, but then she let out a series of gasping shrieks. When her orgasm ended she didn't feel much relief, because she was immediately right on the edge of orgasm all over again, in large part because of the ever-present dildo throbbing inside her. Fuck! What am I going to do?! Cumming doesn't help at all! I have to stop looking at Susan's sliding fingers or I'm going to scream or cry, or both! But I just can't manage to look away!

Susan refrained from licking Alan's boner only because she was under orders to help him last as long as possible, and she sensed that would push him over the edge. But even her vigorous stroking was tempting fate, especially since he'd been close to climax before she'd even started. His one lucky break was that she wasn't stimulating his most sensitive spots as much as she could have, since she kept her hands sliding all the way up and down in order to show off her stroking for Brenda's benefit.

Regardless, he pleaded, "Mom, could you please slow it down a lot?"

She did slow down some, but he couldn't resist asking her, "Anyways, Mom, what about the reservations you had this morning about doing this kind of thing in front of others?"

"Mommy can't think right now," Susan replied honestly, and then blushed when she realized that 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, playing to her own fantasies.)

Susan felt her own sexy humiliation as she looked around the room and saw Brenda, Suzanne, Katherine, and Amy all watching. 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." She huffed and puffed heavily as she said that, betraying her calm words. Her eyes were focused on his erection. She playfully ran all ten fingers up and down his shaft like she was trying to stimulate it everywhere at once.

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

Susan's eyes lit up at that, and she thrust her chest towards her son to encourage him.

Then 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 his hand, to the sound of Susan's very vocal disappointed moans. He wondered if Suzanne's adherence to the rules in this case was a sign of jealousy.

Alan had been perilously close to cumming, so he concentrated on squeezing his PC muscle. He was riding as close to the edge as possible, so far without actually going over, and it felt incredible. Still, he knew he'd need a strategic break very soon or he'd have to succumb.

Once again, Suzanne could read the signs of an imminent cum explosion on Alan's face. She wanted him to hold off even longer just to impress Brenda that much more. She started to pour herself another glass of wine, only to make a show of the fact that the bottle was empty. She asked Susan, "Do you have another bottle of this?"

Susan was so focused on pleasuring Alan's cock with both hands that it took her some long moments before she even realized she was being asked a question. She eventually looked up and around in confusion. "What was that?"

"I said, do you have another bottle of this wine?"

"Oh. Yes. Um..." She looked down at the cum dripping over her slipping and sliding fingers. She certainly didn't want to let go of her son's cock, but she was very possessive of her kitchen and she knew best where to find the wine.

Alan could see her conflict. He concluded that this offered a great excuse to give his cock a rest. He whispered, "Mom, I could REALLY use a break. You've got me so close to cumming that it's crazy!"

With that, Susan let go of his thickness, stood up, and smiled. "Hold on. I'll get it. And I think we can use some snacks all around, as well as some more non-alcoholic drinks, yes?"

After some discussion of what people wanted, Susan was about to walk off when Katherine asked the group, "By the way, who's gonna take care of Alan's cock while Mom is gone?"

"Oh! ME!" Amy eagerly waved her arms in the air. "Please, please, please?!"

Katherine was chagrined, because she'd been hoping to be the one to take over. But seeing Amy's excitement, she couldn't help but nod. "Okay, I guess you can do it, but I get the next break, okay?"

"M'kay!"

Alan moaned in a mixture of lust and frustration, even as Amy sidled up next to him and wrapped her fingers around his cum-soaked shaft. He'd been looking forward to a strategic break while Susan was busy in the kitchen, but he doubted that would be possible with Amy working on him.

He was grateful at least for the minute or so that his cock had been untouched while Susan stood there and conferred with the others about what they wanted to eat and drink. He didn't realize just how much he'd need that short respite, because Susan had planned something momentous.

Susan had been taking "sashaying lessons" with Suzanne for the previous few weeks, as well as practicing sashaying in private. She'd been looking for an opportunity for a 'grand unveiling," and this seemed like a perfect time. She was especially keen to steal the spotlight back from a naked Brenda and her extremely large breasts.

For most people, sashaying might not have sounded like a particularly difficult thing to do. But Suzanne took her various sexy walking styles very seriously, and sashaying was one of the most difficult ones to do correctly. Furthermore, Susan had insisted on learning how to sashay in high heels.

As Suzanne put it early in Susan's lessons, "With sashaying it's all about the sway. In high heels this is very difficult because your center of balance is constantly shifting. The objective is to swish the butt cheeks from side to side while twisting them slightly in order to get them to separate and close again and put them on display. As with strutting, the key is keeping the butt muscles loose. There is more shoulder work involved in order to keep balanced, but the added benefit of this is that it causes the breasts to sway as well. The first step in sashaying is learning the ass sway. Once that can be done with confidence the next step is learning to twist the hips slightly to get the pivot down. The final step is combining the two motions."

Suzanne had continued, "You need to start first in flats or very low heels. When you've got that working without any problems, that's the time to try it in high heels. But not before, or you're likely to sprain or break an ankle. It's really very hard to do in high heels, because the proper motions put so much sideways thrust on the heels that they can slip or break."

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Susan glanced back over her shoulder to see if Alan was looking at her. She was pleased to see that she already had his attention. But just to be sure, she repeatedly ran her hands over her bare ass cheeks. As she sensuously caressed herself back there, she said, "Amy, I'm trusting you to take good care of Tiger's cock while I'm gone, okay? I don't want to come back in a few minutes and discover that his powerful pussy-pleaser has gone flaccid."

Amy giggled. "Don't worry. It's not that tough." As her hands slid up and down his shaft, she said, "All I have to do is stroke and stroke and stroke. It's fun!"

Susan spread her legs wider and wider as she stood there fondling her ass cheeks. "Now, that's not true. Sure, I suppose it's easy enough to keep him hard, especially when he's surrounded by so much visual stimulation." At that, she bent way down so she could look back at Alan and Amy from between her legs, making sure while doing so that he'd have a great view of her huge tits dangling down. "But remember Akami's wise words: 'It's not just the quantity, it's the quality.' Keep him as close to cumming as possible, but don't let him do so. I don't want to come back and find that he's splooged his tasty sperm all over you. Is that clear?"

Chastened, Amy redoubled her efforts, sliding her fingers in unpredictable clockwise and counter-clockwise motions. "Yes, Mom. Er, I mean, Aunt Susan." She looked away, embarrassed by that telling slip of the tongue.

"Good." Susan stood back up while continuing to run her hands over her own ass with as much lusty action as if she were fondling her son's dick instead. "Now, the rest of us, we need to help Amy out with as much visual stimulation as possible. For instance, Tiger, watch me walk to the kitchen."

That was a blatant command, but Susan wanted to make sure that Alan didn't miss a moment as she publicly unveiled her sashaying walk for the first time. In fact, all eyes were upon her ass and legs as she slowly headed towards the kitchen.

Within seconds, everyone could tell that there was something different and special to the way Susan was moving. She would have looked great walking away in high heels, pretty much no matter what she did, but the way her head, shoulders, ass, legs, and feet moved now could only be described as "poetry in motion."

Alan actually gasped out loud. After a few more seconds passed so he could confirm his suspicions, he blurted out, "Mom! You're walking just like Aunt Suzy!"

Susan's heart had been beating wildly for fear that she'd make some kind of mistake or fail to hold Alan's attention, but that comment calmed her fears and put a big smile on her face. She knew that was the highest compliment, because Suzanne always walked in a seemingly impossibly sexy manner. It always seemed as if Suzanne was just gliding effortlessly from here to there, but in fact it had taken her years of practice to get so good at it. Now Susan hoped to give Suzanne a run for her money.

Alan's boner twitched wildly in Amy's hands. He suddenly was **** to bring his hands down to hold Amy's hands still, because he knew that even with him flexing his PC muscle as intensely as possible he was liable to shoot his load at any moment. He was well aware that the safe thing would be to close his eyes, but he simply couldn't stop staring at Susan's undulating ass cheeks.

Suzanne sat there smugly, proud of her talented student. She didn't mind sharing her sexy secrets with Susan since she loved her so very dearly.

Amy, Katherine, and Brenda all had their mouths hanging wide open in amazement.

Brenda clutched at her massive tits and gasped out, "Too ... too damn HOT!"

That caused Amy to add, "Yeah! Wow! Aunt Susan, you're walking, like, all super sexy!"

Katherine seconded the notion. "It IS just like Aunt Suzy walking!" She actually glanced at Suzanne to make sure she wasn't confused about who she was seeing walking away.

Suzanne sat there like the cat that ate the cream. She explained proudly, "That's not walking; that's sashaying! Watch and learn!"

Everyone returned their attention to Susan's slowly swaying ass cheeks. However, thanks to Susan's natural endowment, many glimpses of side-boob drew their attention as well. Susan was also cleverly using her arms and hands to shift the visual focus. For instance, from time to time she would reach back and lightly brush an ass cheek, or raise a hand up behind her head as if adjusting her hair.

Amy was so inspired that even though Alan's hands were clutching her own, she couldn't help but resume stroking his turgid cock.

Alan grimaced and groaned. He was hoping against hope to hold out until his mother Susan walked out of sight and into the kitchen. He braced himself and held his breath, knowing that she only had a few steps left to go. He didn't want Amy to take the fall for his inability to hold out.

But then, just as Susan reached the threshold between the living room and dining room/kitchen area, to his combined horror and delight, she stopped, turned around, and started walking back towards him.

Seeing the passionate "come hither and fuck me" look on her face was too much for the sexually overtaxed boy. He shut his eyes tightly while his crotch twitched with frantic PC-muscle clenches, but it was too little too late. He started cumming in Amy's hands.

However, Amy was mindful that Susan had warned her not to let Alan cum. In a panic, she squeezed his shaft as tightly as possible. As luck would have it, she'd perhaps-accidentally stumbled upon a technique to delay a man's climax though squeezing the base of his shaft. A few feeble squirts of cum jetted into the hand that was covering his cockhead, but no one else noticed.

Thinking that the cause was lost, Alan gave up his struggle to delay his orgasm. He felt a tremendous sense of relief as a surge of pleasure washed through him. He opened his eyes so he could at least continue to enjoy Susan's jaw-dropping sashaying while the surge faded. Although her moves were no more impressive than Suzanne's frequent sashaying, the fact that his formerly prudish mother was the one doing it make all the difference.

For a full minute after Alan had seemingly climaxed, Amy's face showed her worry that she'd screwed up. But that worry slowly turned to a relieved smile as his dick remained wonderfully erect. The tension drained from her body and she resumed her stroking. She quickly stroked the small amount of cum he'd squirted into his skin before she'd cut off the flow so that no one else would be the wiser.

Susan sashayed all the way back to where Alan and Amy sat. She reached out and lovingly ran her fingers over Amy's sliding hands, then smiled widely, happy that Amy was taking good care of him. Then she turned around and slowly sashayed away again, back to the kitchen.

Katherine was fingering her pussy, no longer worrying whether she was breaking the rules of the card game or not. She moaned, "Damn! Mom, you look great walking toward us, but you look even better walking away!"

Suzanne was still all smiles. She didn't mind at all that Susan's sashaying was such a big hit. In part, she could afford to be generous because she had still other walking techniques she hadn't yet taught, including a simply devastating style she called "the walking orgasm." As Susan finally moved out of sight and into the kitchen, Suzanne asked Brenda, "So what do you think?"

Brenda was caught with the proverbial "fingers in the cookie jar," except in her case it was very literal fingers at her pussy. Amy was the only woman not playing with herself at least a little, and that was only because both her hands were all over Alan's erection. But, for once, Brenda managed to recover quickly from her lusty daze. She raised her cummy hands and started clapping loudly.

The others all joined in, including Alan. Even Amy removed her hands from Alan's crotch so she could show her appreciation.

After a full minute of clapping, Susan poked her head around the corner. She was so overcome by their praise that a few tears of joy were dripping down her cheeks.

Chapter 6

Katherine shouted out, "Encore! Encore!" The other women quickly joined in.

However, Alan looked desperately at Suzanne.

Suzanne caught his look, and understood. She knew he felt that he simply couldn't handle any more intense sexual arousal at that moment, so she said, "Au contraire! NO encore!" As the other women looked at her in confusion, she explained, "Remember the cardinal show business rule: always leave them wanting more."

Hearing that, Susan walked all the way into the kitchen and started preparing the food and drinks. But she was quiet as a mouse while doing so, because she wanted to hear what the others said.

Katherine immediately proclaimed, "Aunt Suzy, you taught her that, right? I need you to teach me that too. Like NOW!"

Amy added, "Yeah! Me too!"

Even Brenda added, "Me three!" She nearly blushed at that, because she belatedly realized she wasn't really a member of the group, at least not yet.

Suzanne raised an eyebrow. "Brenda, you certainly already know how to sashay, and in high heels no less. I've seen you do it. You've been strutting your stuff at fancy parties off and on."

Brenda said breathlessly, "True, but not like THAT! I was just winging it, not treating it like some kind of ... work of art. I've seen you walk like that too, but somehow I thought that was just a Suzanne thing, like it was part of your overall sexiness. I didn't know that could be taught. Gaawwwd! That made me so horny, and I'm a woman! Then when I look over at Alan and Amy, and the way that Amy is jacking him off..."

She glanced over at Amy and Alan. Amy had been giving Alan a rest since the clapping started, but she quickly resumed her handjob to maintain Brenda's expectations.

Thinking about Susan's sashaying and watching Amy's fingers almost brought Brenda to another climax. "UGH! Oh! And then when Susan walked right up and ran her fingers over Amy's stroking hands ... I'm ... I'm speechless!"

Brenda had stopped frigging her pussy in order to clap. She was tempted to resume but felt that she couldn't while Suzanne and the others were looking at her. Still, she was so hot and bothered by what she had just witnessed that she was **** to play with her own nipples. A contented look crossed her face as she reveled in this latest sexual pleasure.

Suzanne said to the other women, "We'll talk about teaching you all later. I should warn you though, it's not easy. Sure, I could teach you a half-assed version in ten minutes, but to REALLY gain control over your body to walk like Susan just walked, that takes weeks to master. And don't even get me started on how much tougher it is to do it right in high heels."

Brenda suddenly blurted out, "And she did it all just for her son! To keep his cock thick and hot and throbbing with pleasure!" She stared right at Alan's boner and Amy's stroking fingers, exuding a nearly overwhelming need to be involved. If I don't get my hands or mouth on that cock, and soon, I'm going to pass out from sheer frustration! But then again, if I do, I'll pass out from sheer exhilaration! There's no respite from the non-stop sexiness in this house. No escape!

Amy had a good rhythm going and she knew that Alan wasn't in danger of cumming immediately, thanks to whatever had happened with his close call. She teased Brenda, "Gee, my hands are getting tired. Stroking all this super fat cock is tough! I can barely get my tiny fingers around it. Brenda, if Aunt Susan doesn't come back from the kitchen soon, I might need you to take over. Think you could handle that? And THIS?" She stopped stroking his boner and pointed it right at Brenda, as if she were aiming his next cum blast in Brenda's direction.

Brenda bit her lip and stared wide-eyed. She was so far gone that she could vividly feel his hot shaft in her hands. She even imagined a torrent of his sticky cum landing all over her face and chest.

The resulting surge of arousal was more than she could handle. With a loud squeal, she closed her eyes and fingered her pussy with sudden abandon. With each orgasm she had, she could feel her devotion to Alan growing. She credited him for everything that was happening, including all of her mind-blowing sexual pleasure.

Susan's return to the living room was rather anti-climactic. She would have loved to sashay her way back to the others, but since she was carrying a tray loaded with cookies, apple and peach slices, rice crackers with pâté, coffee and tea, she knew she wouldn't be able to do her new walk justice.

However, her walk was impressive just the same, considering that she kept the tray balanced the whole time. She did blush slightly when her reappearance resulted in another round of applause.

Katherine high-fived her once she put the tray down. "You ROCK, Mom!"

Amy nodded. "Yeah! That was totally great, Aunt Susan." Amy pointed Alan's erection at her. "Here. If anyone deserves the reward of being the next penis tender, you do."

In seconds, Susan had taken Amy's place, putting both hands once again on her son's soaked shaft. She closed her eyes and shivered all over as she took a moment to revel in the contact.

As she resumed her stroking, she thought, Sashaying took me weeks to learn, but it was SOOO worth it! Now, if Tiger is ever flaccid, I've got another powerful weapon to fix that. Not that he's ever flaccid, hee-hee! My son is just so wonderfully stiff and cocky all day long! MMMM!

The other bottle of wine that Susan had brought was opened and quickly consumed. Suzanne said, "That was fun, Susan, and we really enjoyed seeing you sashay, but now can we get back to the game already?"

Amy interjected, "M'kay, Mother. But before we do, Aunt Susan, can I ask you: how did walking all super sexy like that make you feel?"

Susan looked to Suzanne. "Before I answer that, can I just ... suck on him for a couple of minutes? You know, as a kind of victory celebration?"

Brenda held her breath. If there was one thing she wanted to witness more than any other, it was Susan giving Alan a blowjob.

Suzanne frowned. "Oooh. Tough call. I'm tempted to say yes, because you do deserve it. But I know that if you start, you'll never stop, and then we can forget about finishing our card game."

Katherine quipped, "Give her eight inches and she'll suck a mile."

Suzanne suggested, "Susan, why don't you answer Amy's question, and then we'll see whether we can work your reward into the game." Once a game got started Suzanne really liked to see it through.

Brenda let out her breath. She was disappointed, but relieved too. She doubted she could cope with even more **** arousal at this point. She needed some time to recover.

Susan was too euphoric to really mind Suzanne's prohibition. While her fingers were making lewd wet noises up and down Alan's long shaft, she said to Amy, "It was FANTASTIC! It's just like your mom said. It would have been easy enough to do in a half-assed way, but having complete control over my body is another thing altogether - every part has to work together like the musical instruments in an orchestra. Knowing how to move my body like that is gonna make me a better big-titted cocksucking mommy in so many ways. Mmmm ... yes..."

She squirmed in her chair, seemingly close to another climax. But then, with her hands still pumping on Alan's boner, she refocused, and said with a joyous squeal, "Sashaying makes me soooo horny! It's like I'm sucking Tiger's cock from a distance, using my whole body! It sets my pussy and nipples ON FIRE! And my ass! Oh! My ass! I can almost feel Tiger's hands all over it as I walk. UGH! And then, knowing that you all are watching, and especially that Tiger is watching, and his cock is being properly tended to at the same time ... Ooooh! I'm getting shivers all over, just from THINKING about it!"

Katherine and Amy turned to Suzanne and stared at her with intense "teach me now" expressions.

Suzanne just laughed at that. "We'll talk, girls ... AFTER the game. So can we resume already?"