Brilliant Disguise: Part 4

CHAPTER 10

Suzanne ended up taking longer getting Katherine and Amy to bed than she'd anticipated. The distance from the party to their homes wasn't that great, but it wasn't as easy as dropping them off. Both girls were feeling lousy and wanted to be pampered and loved, and given aspirins and water and so forth. Despite feeling rushed, Suzanne kicked into motherly mode and helped them both out until they were both asleep in their beds.

As a result, she was gone for a full hour instead of the half an hour that she'd expected. As soon as she got back, she went looking for Alan. But one problem with Suzanne's scheming was that Alan had been drinking too. It started when he was with Katherine, and then when he was with Amy, before their closet adventure. Luckily for him, since he was a bit bigger and heavier than either of them, and male, he had more tolerance of ****. Plus, he'd only had one glass of the spooky punch.

He'd been feeling tipsy, but still fine and in control, during his adventure with Glory. But when he started talking to Carol, he drank another full glass of the punch, which was really the high-****-content Long Island Iced Tea, and that pushed him way past "tipsy" in a hurry.

By the time Suzanne saw him, he was fully drunk and obviously barely hanging on. Suzanne wanted him drunk, but not too drunk. It was very difficult for her to get the balance right, especially since Alan had never been drunk before in his life, so she didn't know how much **** he could handle. Plus, since she hadn't been able to be with him much at all since the party began, she was **** to leave this vital aspect of her scheme mostly to chance.

So Suzanne was concerned by that. But what bothered her even more was that an attractive young female had become Alan's companion while she was gone. The girl was already flirting shamelessly with him. This kind of thing would never have happened to the old Alan, but the new Alan was oozing sexual experience and confidence, so such aggressive flirting was no surprise.

Suzanne decided to go look for Susan, hoping that by and by the girl would leave. She wanted to make sure her best friend was doing okay.

She also saw Susan mingling in the crowd but staying within eye contact of her son. Susan was surrounded by a small group of young men, all trying their best to hit on her.

Susan made eye contact with Suzanne, giving her a look that said, "Rescue me!"

However, Suzanne just mouthed a single word at her: "Mingle."

Susan frowned unhappily, but seemed resigned to the situation.

Now, Suzanne had an important choice to make. She could choose to wear her Renaissance outfit and see if Alan would seduce and fuck her thinking she was a total stranger. Or she could change into her spare Wonder Woman costume and a wig that matched Susan's hairstyle, and fool around with Alan that way. She couldn't get fucked with the second option, because Alan would definitely think he'd fucked his mother the next day, and Susan wouldn't, and the truth would soon come out. To even do something like oral sex with him could be tricky, if Alan and Susan compared notes after the party.

She thought it over, deciding that pretending to be Susan could be too difficult to pull off, plus it was a rather underhanded thing to do to her best friend. So she decided to wear the Renaissance dress. She had it in a big bag in the cloakroom, so she went in there and changed.

She walked around meeting and chatting with friends, but she tried to keep moving. All the while, she was keeping an eye out for Alan.

When she found him again in a different spot, the cute young girl was now draped all over him. She was running a hand over his chest and laughing at nearly everything he said. She had long, blonde hair, and looked like the wild, slutty type. He had another glass of "spooky punch" in his hand, and was about as wasted as he'd ever been.

Suzanne had been careful not to drink too much, so she could keep her wits about her, as well as probably be the one to drive everyone home later. Thus she was nursing a martini as she boldly walked up to the pair.

This was a key moment for her scheme. With her other costume on, would he recognize her or not? She had her doubts, because she had such a distinctive appearance, from her remarkably voluptuous body to the unusual color and style of her hair. True, she'd chosen headgear to cover most of her hair and she'd brushed her distinctive long tassel down her backside, but she hadn't covered her hair entirely. There were also other telltale signs, such as her pale skin. In her favor was the fact that the lights were turned down low in the room they were in, Alan would have no reason to suspect anything since she'd never tried something like this on him before, and he was drunk. Plus, she knew that if she wore an outfit that showed off a tremendous amount of cleavage, as this one did, he would be highly distracted, to say the least.

Another big advantage she had was that she was very good at voices. She could disguise her trademark scratchy voice as long as she consciously worked at it, but she rarely did that, so he was unlikely to suspect. Furthermore, she used the French accent she'd picked up when she'd spent a couple of years in France in her younger days.

She also had an escape plan: she figured that if he did recognize her, he would do so right away, and then she could pretend she'd just been pulling a practical joke on him.

Her sexy French accent fit her period costume perfectly. She looked and acted like she'd just stepped out of the movie Dangerous Liaisons.

She waved a hand at Alan to get his attention, while completely ignoring the girl he was with. "Excuse me, young sir. Can you help a damsel in distress?"

"Sure!" he said unthinkingly. His eyes went straight to her cleavage before he remembered that was rude. He frowned, and squinted doubtfully at her. "Do I know you?"

"Not yet, but you will - very well. I'm from France."

"Oh. Cool."

Suzanne was delighted to confirm that he didn't recognize her. "Call me, um, Elle."

"Hi! I'm Alan, and this is Carol."

"Nice to meet you, Alan." Suzanne shook his hand and pointedly ignored Carol.

"Well excuse me, Elle," Carol said to Suzanne in a nasty voice. "Can't you see we're a little busy here?"

Suzanne sneered dismissively at her. "Little girl, why don't you run along to your Barbies and your doll house." The way she said it, it was an order, not a question.

"Well! I never!" Carol said huffily.

Suzanne chuckled to herself, then said, "That's your problem, missy. Leave this one to those of us who have."

Grabbing Alan's arm, Suzanne said to him with sudden alarm, "Quick! It's urgent! Please come with me. I need your help!"

Carol stood there, stunned and at a loss for words. "Alan, are you going to let her treat me like that?"

"Sorry, Carol. I'll be back in a bit," he said as Suzanne started dragging him away. "I can't let down a damsel in distress."

The conversation stalled because Suzanne was focused on leading him away from the girl and steering the two of them through the crowd. She had to keep an eye out for Susan too, and avoid her.

As they walked, she thought, Girl, this is it. This is your last chance to back out. Or just have fun without fucking. Once the fucking starts, you know what's gonna happen! Her worry was that once she got a taste of getting fucked by him, she'd want and even need it every day. When it came to her sexual desires, her highly sensitive pussy basically called the shots. But she didn't see how she'd be able to get away with frequent fucking at this stage, since Susan was nearly always at home.

But she was willing to take the risk, so she kept on walking. Her fuck lust had been building, day by day, and she felt she couldn't hold out any longer.

His head was foggy from the ****, so he asked, "What was your name again?"

"Elle. Remember that, because you'll be screaming it later."

He was in such a state that he couldn't figure out what she meant by that, although he had a vague sense it was a very good thing, judging from her sultry tone of voice.

She pulled him all the way to the foot of the inside stairwell that led to the upper floor of the mansion. "Come with me here," she said, and began to climb the stairs, still leading him by the hand.

He dumbly tried to process her comment. "'Come with me here.' 'Come with me here...' Something about that is weird. Don't you mean 'Come here with me?' Yeah, that's how it goes."

"Oui, that too," Suzanne said, as she discovered an empty bedroom and pushed him in. However, when she'd said "come with me here," in her mind she'd spelled the first word "cum."

Her heart was racing with anticipation. Finally! This is so much fun! First I'm gonna fuck him as "Elle." Then I'm gonna fuck him as Susan. No, wait, I can't do that, because he'll think it really was Susan and the truth will come out tomorrow. But if there's time, hopefully I can at least suck him off as Susan, and have a nice long, big-titted mommy to well-hung son talk! That'll be a blast!

"Are we there yet?" he asked, still not really thinking.

Suzanne shut the door behind her, and leaned against it with Alan now trapped inside the room. The room was dark except for the light of the moon pouring through the windows. That was important. She figured that as long as the lighting was poor and she could remember to use her French accent instead of her scratchy voice, she could get away with her deception. She put her hat on a dresser by the door, figuring she didn't need it anymore, now that he believed she was Elle.

"Yes, we are," she replied, but now that she had him there, she wasn't sure how to proceed. "Um..." she said aloud, but she couldn't think of anything to say. She'd finished off her martini to give herself some "liquid courage," and she'd been drinking some earlier, so she wasn't as sharp as usual.

CHAPTER 11

Alan stood in the middle of the room, not too concerned with much beyond trying to stay upright. It was slowly dawning on him what a gorgeous, big-breasted woman he was standing in front of. He loved the way her tits were all but popping out of her extremely low-cut dress. He couldn't stop himself from staring.

"You know, Elle, I gotta say, your boobs are almost the biggest..." He staggered, and fell forward until he was supporting himself with a wall.

"Yes, almost the biggest what?" she said.

"Oh, nothing, I shouldn't have said anything."

"No, I really want to know. Almost what?"

"Well, I was trying to say they're almost as big as the boobs of two other women I know."

Suzanne smiled a devilish smile, realizing this would be a good "foot in the door" for her plans. She loved that she was obviously one of the two other women. "Now, just a moment! My breasts are my best assets. You're telling me you know not one but two women with bigger boobs?"

"Yep." He smiled smugly.

"I don't believe it." She put her hands on her hips and acted indignant.

"Well, it's true. I live near two of the most gorgeous women in the universe. Yours are pretty nice, but theirs are even nicer."

Suzanne was amused that Alan thought "Elle" wasn't as big or beautiful as her real self. "I think you're wrong," she said firmly. "How can you tell for certain?"

"I don't know. I can just tell."

"Non! You have not felt my boobs, mon ami. I refuse to concede they're smaller than these other women's until you make sure by checking them with your hands."

"That's a fair cop. Okey-dokey." He walked towards her, but then he suddenly steered away and went to the light switch by the door and flicked it on. "Wait. Let me get a better look at you."

Suzanne was secretly terrified. She hadn't been expecting that, and she had no way to stop him. She turned her head away as if she was shy due to the light, when in fact it was so he couldn't get a good look at her face. She was grateful that she had her mask on at least, because there wasn't much else providing her cover, considering that she was anticipating getting naked in a minute or two.

Luckily for her, he was drunk, horny, and oblivious, so he didn't get a clear look at her. Then she remembered that she could pretend to be modest. She squealed, "Please! Turn off the light! I'm shy!"

He turned the main light back off, but turned a smaller lamp on instead.

She felt that would be okay. She didn't want to raise his suspicions by complaining too much.

He exclaimed, "Dang! You're so HOT!" He staggered right up to her, reached out with both hands, and cupped her boobs from below.

She held her hands on his and pulled down on her dress, which had just ever-so-barely covered her nipples in the first place.

Her two pale melons popped free, and he began investigating their size more boldly. However, he was in his tiger costume, so he couldn't feel much with his "paws."

"Hey, Tiger. Let's take off that tiger suit, so you can check properly," she said huskily. She pulled a zipper down his back and dragged the costume off his arms and down to his chest.

His hands flew back to her boobs, as he stared at them with wide-eyed wonder.

She thought with amused chagrin, I probably don't even need the mask. Knowing his tit lust, it'll be a miracle if he looks at my face again!

She purred with her sexy French accent, "So, what do you think? Are they the biggest?"

"Hmmm. They're pretty fuckin' huge, lady. I mean Elle. Fuckin'... basketballs! ... I mean, they're quite large, madam. Pardon my language! You're nice, and yours are nice!" he said as he nearly swooned from ****. "But Susan's are nicer."

"Oh, are they?" Suzanne said, suddenly genuinely upset. It's amusing when he's comparing me to myself, but not when he prefers his mother! "Who is this Susan? Is she your girlfriend?"

"No, she's my..." He caught himself before he said "mother," since he believed he was with a stranger. "Actually, yeah. I guess you could kinda say that. Lover maybe fits better."

"What about this second woman? How do her breasts compare?"

"Oh, Suzanne? Way nicer too. Sorry, but that's just how it is. She's a major babe!" He continued to fondle her, pulling at her nipples nearly painfully.

"I refuse to believe that," she said as she began to pull her dress further down. "Is she your girlfriend?"

"Well, kinda, kinda not. It's complicated."

Carefully keeping her head turned away, she pointed at her chest with both hands. "Look at me naked, and tell me honestly if you think these other women are prettier than me." She wore nothing under her dress, so she was suddenly completely nude, except for her high heels and mask.

"Ho boy! That's nice!" His hands began running all over her, but still focusing on her huge tits. He'd been conditioned in recent weeks to avoid touching pussies, so he refrained from doing that. "You look a lot like my Aunt Suzy, but she doesn't let me touch me much. I mean her. Much, I mean."

"She must be crazy. Am I having an effect yet?" She pulled his suit down further until it came to his knees.

Alan didn't answer with words, but his erection sprang straight out, showing off its full length. She chuckled. "Looks like I just got my answer! What do we have here?" She reached down, enveloped it with her hands, and began stroking. "Is this not proof that I am the more beautiful woman?"

"Sorry, Elle. I mean, you're making me really hot, and you're so beautiful and busty that it's crazy! I like you a lot. But you should see what these other two women do to me. It's REALLY crazy, it is!" He looked around the room dumbly. "By the way, what was the thing you wanted me to help you with?"

Suzanne grabbed Alan by the shoulders and pushed him backwards until he fell back onto the bed. Then she pulled his tiger costume completely off his feet, so he was now totally naked except for the tiger fur covering the hair on his head, which was a separate piece. Even with her mask on, she was still trying to keep her head away as much as possible.

"These women," she said. "Do they let you play with them?"

He nodded. "Oh yeah! God, yeah! I played tennis with Susan today, and... Wow!"

"I don't mean playing like that."

"You should have seen us play!" He laughed far too loudly. "Super sexy blowjob!"

She thought, I did! Hee-hee! She pretended to be surprised. "What, are you saying these two beauties, they suck you off?"

He nodded more assertively. "Totally! So much and so good! God, it's so good!" Through his drunkenness, he remembered talking about other women wasn't polite. "But let's not talk about them; let's talk about you. Do you live in France, full time?"

Not wanting to make up lies she might not remember to keep straight, she avoided the question. "Wait. I'm curious about these women. Look at what my hands are doing. Does it look like I mind talking about them?"

He gaped at her two hands stroking up and down his shaft. "Wooooow! So cool! Man, I'm so lucky! How the heck does this kind of thing keep happening to me?!"

She was tempted to ask him which one sucked him better, but she felt it was a bit too sneaky to ask him questions like that in this circumstance. Besides, such odd questions might make him suspicious. Instead, she pretended to be curious but clueless. "These two women, your two lovers... Do they let you fuck them?"

He stopped nodding and became sad. "Oh, man! What a drag. That's the one thing I can't do. It sucks so bad! I love 'em so much. All I want to do is fuck 'em all day long, but they say they're not ready."

He considered revealing that he had more than two lovers and that he did get to fuck a couple of them, but he thought that would sound like boasting, and displease her. He didn't understand how they'd gotten on talking about Susan and Suzanne, and he was eager to change the conversation or just stop talking.

She walked to the side of the bed, pulled his limp body up the bed until his head was on a pillow, and then lay on top of him. "That's too bad. But don't fret, because I would very much like you to fuck me. That errand I need help with? It's simply that I want you to give me a good fucking."

He still looked befuddled, so she clarified, "I want you to stick your cock in my cunt and ram it back and forth inside me like there's no tomorrow. Is that clear? Do you think you can do that?" She drew one of his hands to her pussy and let him stroke her furry patch.

"Whoa! Wow! Really? You'd really let me do that?! I just met you!"

She chuckled, because normally he was suave, or at least clever, but now he was saying all the wrong things. "Have you ever heard of a one-night stand?"

"Oh yeah. But, uh... I don't know, Elle. I can try. But I'm... I'm pretty drunk." The room spun around him, and he was having a hard time focusing on the task at hand. About the best he could do was grope and ogle this mysterious (from his perspective) beautiful woman.

He'd heard that it was hard for a man to get and keep a firm erection while drunk. But he also realized that that wasn't a problem for him, at least at the moment. His lust was ruling his befuddled brain, so he decided to give it a try.

He managed to position himself over Suzanne/Elle, then sat on her legs so that his cock pointed towards her cunt. Without any further ado, and before she had a chance to get wet, he tried to stick his tool into her hole. But with the room spinning, the effect was that he kept poking his dick everywhere but where it belonged.

Suzanne, desiring more foreplay, decided that had been fortunate. She grabbed control of his dick, but rather than stick it in, she played with it, moving it against her pussy, teasing herself by rubbing it against her clit and all around the area.

She whispered to him, "Close your eyes and keep 'em closed. Let me take charge. I'll take you to Heaven!"

"Okay!" He closed his eyes right away. He was glad, because it meant he could concentrate on holding his head to stop the room from spinning.

She began poking it in her tunnel a fraction of an inch and then pulling it back out, making herself increasingly wet.

That got Alan increasingly frustrated yet aroused in the process.

She was still looking away out of habit, but it occurred to her she didn't need to do that anymore, now that his eyes were closed. When she looked back at him, she saw him holding his head, and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I don't know. I'm really dizzy. I worry I think I'm gonna be sick."

That's really romantic, she thought in frustration. She paused her teasing his cock with her cunt and asked, "Are you going to be sick, or just maybe, or what?"

"Maybe. I don't know! I've never gotten drunk before. But I'm... I'm... hanging in there."

She thought, Okay, this REALLY is "last chance to change your mind" time, girl! This is not how I wanted my first time with him to be. Not at all. But, dammit, this is my only chance! I can just test the waters, and scratch my itch, and then things'll go back to before. No one will be the wiser. We can have a real first time later, and do it properly. I don't even know what'll happen tomorrow and beyond if we do it now. Maybe this'll sate my need and I'll be able to hold out until Susan is ready to accept it. I don't know.

But the fact is, it's not like I have any choice. My damn cunt is in control again! She just can't wait anymore! If I don't get to fuck my Sweetie, the love of my life, I'm simply going to lose my mind!

"Here, maybe this will help distract you." Giving up hope of any lovemaking prowess from him in his current state, she simply stuck his erection in all the way. She figured she had to hurry, before he got sick or went flaccid.

His natural instincts took over and he began pounding her with a steady rhythm.

That's better. Much better! she thought, as he pleasured her with long, deep strokes that seemingly penetrated to the center of her being. He's plenty thick and plenty long, so it should be a good fuck even if he's too drunk to have any style. Gaawwwd, that fills me up!

"I'm hangin' on, I'm hangin' on," he said out loud to himself. "So good. You're so good, Elle. Fuck! Yes!"

They went at it for the next five minutes, without any variation or playing around but with a steady, solid pounding.

Then he climbed up on her and went at it doggy-style, so he could penetrate her even deeper and play with her hanging tits at the same time.

Suzanne was having a great time. She felt like all her sneaky identity switch scheming had paid off. She let out a guttural gasp with his every thrust. "Oh! ... Oh! ... Oh! ... Oh! ... Oh! ..." She was loving life, even if his technique lacked subtlety.

Alan began going faster and faster, but then his energy peaked and he began going slower. He was like the little engine that couldn't. Finally, he stopped altogether, with his hard dick still inside her, and simply lay down on top of her and hugged her.

She cursed inwardly. Dammit, this is not how it's supposed to be. I'm not seeing stars here. Sweetie's just too drunk. We're both too drunk.

Luckily, he wasn't having trouble staying erect, like many drunk men do. But the **** had made his brain decide to go to sleep and it seemed there was nothing he could do to prevent that. Not even a great fuck could keep him awake.

CHAPTER 12

Suzanne sensed he was going to go to sleep or get flaccid at any moment, maybe simultaneously. So she pulled him out and flipped them both over, changing places. Now straddling him, she slowly impaled herself, lowering herself onto his still-rigid pole.

That seemed to work better, because she did all the work, bouncing up and down. He was still fighting his drowsiness, but it was a lot easier just to lay there than be the active one. The pleasure was so intense that that alone was keeping him buzzing enough to stay awake.

To help inspire him, and because she was feeling very inspired herself, she kept up a patter of sexy comments, such as, "You total stud! Fill me up. Fill me up deep with your man meat! Fuck me back into the Stone Age. Fuck this sexy mama senseless. Fuck me silly! You can do it! Hard! Yeah! Just like that! Good!"

Her French accent was forgotten, and the natural scratchiness of her voice was back, but he was in no condition to notice. Also, at one point her signature tassel of teased hair came loose to her front side while she was bouncing on him. But luckily his eyes were closed and she remembered to return it to hanging down her back side.

As the time passed, his close call with falling asleep seemed to pass. His worry that he would get sick was long forgotten as well. It helped that the fucking exercise was burning the **** out of him. He opened his eyes and began enjoying what was happening more than before. The sight of her bouncing tits seemed to revive him even more.

She threw her arms up in the air and rode him like a bucking bronco.

"Fuck me!" she yelled. "Fuck me, Son!" That was a very telling comment. Although she loved that Alan considered her his aunt, for years and years she had secretly considered herself to be his second mother. (The same went for her feelings for Katherine.) She was so carried away by her fucking ecstasy that she had let that slip.

She realized she had to say something quick before he got too suspicious. The danger of being discovered caused her to remember to resume her French accent. She added, "Pretend I'm your mother!"

That's a bizarre thing to say, he thought, but it hit him like a jolt of electricity nonetheless. Energized, he sat up somewhat, groping at her tits.

"Oh, you like that, don't you? Yes, pretend I'm your mother. I get off on **** fantasies, don't you?"

He grunted affirmatively.

She did her best to run with her new cover story. "Good! That's why I like fucking young men your age. It's really hot! Fuck me, Son! Be a motherfucker!"

"Yes! A motherfucker!"

She stayed silent for a couple of minutes. She figured she'd let him get used to the incestuous role-play idea. Plus, the fucking was picking up in speed and intensity, and since she was doing all the work with her bouncing and/or gyrating hips, she was too winded to want to talk.

But then her energy ebbed and the pace slowed for a while. She stopped her bouncing and switched to a sort of slow churning.

He grunted, "Hot damn! You're really good at that!"

"Thanks!" She considered using her pussy squeezing techniques on him. But she worried that if she did, the next time they fucked he would make the connection and realize the deception. Few women could squeeze their pussies as well or as powerfully as she could.

Instead, she just slowed down some more, and said, "I'm inspired by this **** fantasy. By the way, your two lovers, Susan and Suzanne, you said they're older women about my age, right?"

"Right." Actually, he hadn't. But he was still drunk enough to not remember well, and he assumed that he must have if she was asking him that.

"Do you pretend that Suzanne is your mother?"

His entire face lit up, although she was relieved that he kept his eyes closed. "Oh yes! She's totally like my mom! I love it!"

Suzanne filed that away for future reference. "What about this Susan? Do you pretend she is your mother too?"

"Oh God! Fuck! Yes!" His arousal was increasing more and more with each new incestuous thing Suzanne said, and it showed in his fucking.

"Then fuck your mother! Fuck us all!"

"Yeah! Mom, Mom, finally, I'm fucking you! Yes! You've teased me too much! So mean! Too mean! I can't take it anymore! I'm gonna finally cum inside you!"

"Yes! Cum inside me! Fill me, Sweee-- Sweet Jesus!" She'd started to say his nickname "Sweetie," but luckily stopped herself in time.

It wasn't likely that he'd notice the slip-up in any case, given his intoxication and what they were doing. Everything was too arousing, and this talk about fucking Susan and Suzanne was too much for him to take, on top of everything else. He'd been holding back and trying to control himself a bit, but he just didn't have the mental focus to maintain control through such a highly erotic situation.

"I'm a motherfucker!" he yelled really loudly as his climax triggered, shooting torrents of cum into Suzanne's vagina.

His semen blasted into her like a nuclear explosion going off. Even though he wasn't on his best game, he still dependably shot huge loads. The cum hit the back of her vagina and more just kept coming.

Suzanne was glad he wasn't wearing a condom, so she could feel his jism on her cervix, filling her up. She didn't have to worry about pregnancy, since she'd had her tubes tied after Amy was born. She fell on top of him, exhausted and sweaty but content.

"Boy, Elle, that was great," he said in a surprisingly casual tone.

"Merci beaucoup. Thank you very much, Tiger," she said, and kissed him on the cheek, while she ran her fingers through the tiger fur of the last remaining part of his costume. Now that the fucking was over, she again remembered to disguise her voice with her French accent.

Being called "Tiger" now turned him on intensely. He had to remember that he hadn't actually just fucked Susan.

Suzanne had used Susan's nickname for him deliberately, knowing it would have an effect. She would have much preferred to call him "Sweetie," but figured that was too dangerous, since it would have been one more clue he could have lined up.

He tried to figure out about why she'd called him that, and then decided that she had to be referring to his tiger costume. She wouldn't have pushed her luck unless there had been such an obvious explanation.

He sat with eyes wide open. "I feel so revived. My stomach even feels better. But why the weird **** fantasy? And what if someone heard us? I think you're great just the way you are. ...Dang! What a hot, horny, randy woman. And I just met you. Wow."

She answered his first question. "I don't know. I just like it. Everything is hotter with an **** fantasy, don't you think? It appeared to work for you too, didn't it?" Then she thought about the second question and suddenly felt intensely worried about having been overheard.

She looked up at the windows with a start, and felt a great wave of relief as she realized they were closed. I can only imagine what would have happened if the windows were open and a couple hundred people heard him yell "I'm a motherfucker!" The irony! What would Susan have thought if she'd recognized his voice?

He thought, Yeah, but it's a weird thing to do to someone you just met. Man, she must have a serious crush on her own son, or something like that. That would explain it. She is the right age to have a son like me. Hey! Maybe that's why she was so hot for me, so fast! I must remind her of her son! That explains things. Dang. I'm such a lucky guy.

But the effects of the **** still lay heavily on him, and in his post-orgasmic bliss he suddenly felt his eyes drooping. He asked, "What were you saying before about comparing? I don't know about that, but you were great."

His voice started to slow, like a cassette player whose battery was running low. "Can I see your whole face now? I'm curious. You really remind me of my, uh..." He had just enough of his wits about him to catch himself from saying "aunt." His voice slurred and slowed even more. "Speaking of forbidden fucking, you were almost as good as... As good as..."

His eyes closed, and he instantly fell fast asleep. He began snoring, seemingly completely dead to the world.

Suzanne wondered what name he was about to say. Hrm. Probably Katherine. Are they fucking? I wouldn't be totally surprised if they were. That would make sense for forbidden fucking, and it would be great news for my overall scheme. But she can't be a better fuck than me; she has to be a clumsy virgin. Who else could it be? Maybe a teacher? That would be forbidden too. Ms. Rhymer, perhaps? Nah. I know she has a serious boyfriend, and fucking a student would be too risky.

She lay naked next to him for the next half an hour or so, waiting for him to wake up, but he didn't. She tried shaking him, but all that did is cause him to mumble and turn over. She even tried squeezing his flaccid penis with her fingers, looking for signs of life, but it just flopped over like a limp sausage.

Some schemer I turned out to be! she thought, chagrined. I got him too drunk and had him fuck me when he could barely walk. Then, to add insult to injury, I got him thinking about Susan instead of me. It's a miracle he didn't recognize me as well, especially since I let my strand of teased hair get exposed in the midst of the fucking.

Duh. And now he's done for the evening. At least I know I am. I'm so tempted to close my eyes and fall asleep on this bed, but if we don't wake until morning, I'd be in big, big trouble. Besides, I have to check on Susan and make sure she's okay. Not to mention, I can't wait here until she starts looking for me! This was not one of my better schemes, that's for sure!

She thought more about Alan's sexual performance. Although, at least I finally got to scratch my itch! We were really going for a while there! I enjoyed that a lot because it was him. It was a good fuck overall, and boy oh boy did my cunt need that after all these weeks of build up! But objectively speaking, as a first time fuck with my special Sweetie, it sucked. I'm lucky he didn't get sick or fall asleep on me. He only was really going there for about three minutes, maybe five. The rest was all me. It was a good fuck because I made it that way, while he just laid there like a log.

No way does this count as my first time with him! I want a better memory! I'm going to pretend this didn't happen, and try again when he's sober and fully aware of whom he's fucking. I shouldn't have tried to rush things, but my needy cunt got the best of me, as usual.

I need to do things in their logical order. Susan has to progress much further first. I'm going to act like this never happened. And since he doesn't know it was me, he won't press for a repeat performance. I don't know how long I can hold out with just blowjobs and such, but I have to try. If Susan were to catch me fucking him, with her current attitude, that would be a big, big setback for her. It's all about her, really. She's the key to unlocking the glorious future we'll all share. She's fallen in love with oral sex, which is great. But as long as she's so dead set against fucking her cutie Tiger, I can't fuck him either.

She pulled covers over him, put her Renaissance-themed dress and hat back on, and then slipped out of the room. To her immense relief, the entire floor appeared to be essentially empty, though she heard some other panting noises coming from nearby rooms.

She made her way downstairs and into the cloakroom. Once alone, she slipped the black mask off her face. Then she left the cloakroom with her bags of clothing and went to the nearest bathroom. She changed out of her Renaissance outfit and back into her Catwoman one.

But then she thought, You know, if Sweetie wants his mother so bad, why don't I give her to him? Then there won't be any barriers anymore, and we can all fuck each other with abandon. I've been far too tricky with her lately, lying constantly. It's time we bring that to an end, and bring it all out into the open. We can muck about for weeks or even months trying to break all her barriers, or we can do it all in one fell swoop! Yes, there'll be a lot of gnashing of teeth, but once she discovers the joys of fucking her cutie Tiger, she'll never go back. And she thinks she likes blowjobs! She chuckled to herself.

I'm gonna make all my scheming up to her, and give her the best present she could ever want. I made her hair look like mine with the possibility for such an identity swap in mind, so I should use it. Not only that, but what'll be really brilliant is that if she gets fucked pretending to be me, then she'll have to understand if he continues to fuck me from now on, since she'll be the one who started him fucking "Suzanne." God, I amaze myself sometimes!

Also, let's face it. Now that I got to feel him in me this once, how long can I really hold out before I absolutely need him in me again? Not long! It's time to break through all the barriers and bring all of us straight into the sexual utopia of my dreams!

So, changing her mind, she changed back into her Renaissance dress, hat, and mask.