Join Together: Part 5

CHAPTER 13

Once Brenda was well out of the room, Suzanne whispered to Alan, "Hey, you, you're blowing it!"

He whispered back, even though Brenda was on the other side of the house by then, "What do you mean?"

"She's expecting a highly sexual man, a dominating kind of man. Have you not seen how she's been acting? Her blatant titty show targeted at you? You're letting her down."

"What about showing off my bulge?" He was still erect, and it showed, thanks to Brenda's "titty show."

Suzanne gave him a scoffing look. "Big whoop. That was for, like, two seconds, with the table in the way. Besides, she saw your bulge plenty last time. You need to do something outrageous!"

Susan and Katherine were listening, and they nodded in agreement.

He looked at each of them, and then asked all three, "What do you recommend?"

Susan looked to Suzanne for confirmation, and then said, "We have just the thing. Don't we?"

Suzanne nodded. "We do. Let us try something. Best not to ask what exactly and just roll with the punches, okay? You're really good at that. You'll figure it out."

"Sure." He'd wanted to be in charge of events this evening, but he realized he hadn't been aggressive enough. That was a common problem for him. He could be sexually aggressive if the mood was right and the signals were clear, for instance with the way he'd roughly treated Heather and called her names when he'd fucked her. But he waited for such signs and didn't try to push things enough to get a clear signal one way or the other. He figured he could use some help.

Brenda didn't stay long in the bathroom. When she came back, Susan intercepted her in the kitchen. She whispered confidentially in Brenda's ear, "I'm sorry, I STILL haven't have shown Alan your nude photos yet. I didn't really see him at all today except at breakfast and just before you got here, and both those times I was pretty busy with his cock. But never fear, I have a plan to make it up to you so you can see his reaction yourself. You'll see!"

"Um, that's okay," Brenda started to whisper back. But Susan was already walking away, out of the kitchen in the direction Brenda had just come back from.

Brenda didn't know what to think of that, so she returned to the dining table.

But the moment she sat back down, Susan reentered the kitchen with a manila folder in her hand. "Hey, everybody! Come gather round! I have something neat to show you."

Brenda's heart sank, since the folder looked like it could hold 8 by 10 inch photos. Oh no! Please, no! Tell me those aren't the printouts of my photos! Pleeaaase!

Alan, Suzanne, and Katherine gathered around the kitchen counter where Susan was, forcing Brenda to join them. Suzanne and Alan stood on the kitchen side, Susan stood at the end, and Katherine and Brenda stood on the dining room side.

Brenda hoped against hope that the manila envelope contained anything else but the nude photos of herself, but her hopes were dashed when Susan pulled one photo out and laid it in the middle of the counter. Brenda recognized it immediately as one of the first poses she'd struck during the photo shoot. She thought she would simply die of shame, but at least she had some consolation that her head had been cropped out of the photo altogether.

As Susan brought that photo out, she said to the group, but to Alan in particular, "I have some fun nudie photos to show you. I can't say yet who they're of or how I got them. But I want to get your feedback."

Time seemed to stand still for Brenda as Alan picked up that picture and held it close to his face to examine it. She forgot to breathe for a startlingly long time. She was mortified that he was looking at her photo right in front of her eyes, but that didn't diminish her desire for him to give an approving opinion about it.

While Alan was inscrutably studying that one, Susan handed out other photos so each person had at least one.

Brenda only briefly glanced at hers. She looked all around and was further relieved to see that all of the photos were cropped. But even so, she suddenly felt that she must have been insane to ever think Alan and the others wouldn't notice right away that it was her. Her curves were too **** and unique, and her long nipples were a particular giveaway. She felt for sure that, any second, somebody would say something like, "Hey, Brenda, aren't these photos of you?" Then she'd have to explain herself, and what could she say?

To make matters worse, she was so embarrassed that she knew her face had turned a bright cherry red. And that was damning, because why would that be the case unless the photos were of her? Also, her arousal was off the charts. Her big tits heaved up and down (unsupported by her dress) - another damning clue. Her pussy had been wet all through dinner, because simply being near Alan when she knew he had a hard-on was too exciting, but now it positively gushed, overflowing her panties and trickling down her inner thighs. That, in turn, created a pungent, musky smell that was another damning clue.

She feared that once she was "outed" as the subject of the photos, her entire story would come out and she'd end up confessing her great desire to serve Alan, taking the decision about whether she even wanted that out of her hands due to her passion of the moment. From there, he would demand that she prove it or get spanked, and she'd find herself kneeling in just her high heels in front of all the others, **** and gagging on his fat cock! This created a vicious circle, because such thoughts thrilled and frightened her in equal measure, making her tell-tale signs such as her heaving chest and blushing face, even more obvious. That in turn made her more humiliated and horny, and so on. She had to clutch at the edge of the counter top to merely remain standing. She shut her eyes tightly and braced for the worst.

Alan had recognized right away that the picture he was holding was of Brenda. Susan and Suzanne in particular had acted quite smirky and excited about the mysterious surprise they said they were going to spring on him, so he knew there had to be some special meaning in the photos even before he saw them. Just looking at the one full frontal photo, the answer seemed obvious. He'd a lot of pornographic pictures over the years, mostly on his computer monitor, but he'd never seen a woman with a figure quite like Brenda's. And even through her clothes he'd noticed how far her nipples stuck out, which was confirmed in the photo.

So far, he'd kept a poker-face. But, just to be sure, and seeing that Brenda had her eyes shut tight, he looked quizzically to Katherine, since she was across the counter from him with Brenda, and then nodded towards Brenda.

Katherine was in the know about the photos already, so she smiled and nodded knowingly.

It was hardly necessary for him to confirm, since he saw Brenda's burning red face when he glanced at her to check if she was looking back at him. He thought, HOT DAMN! Wow! I wonder what the story is with these. Not just one nude picture, but many, from every angle! And how did Mom get ahold of them?! I smell an Aunt Suzy scheme in progress! Heh! So cool!

He considered how he should play this. Clearly, Brenda was about to die of sheer shame, unless her great arousal got to her first. He was developing a good sense of how to arouse a woman with a little humiliation, but Brenda looked more like she was about to hyperventilate or pass out. He decided that to reveal that he knew the photos were of her would be cruel and over the top at this point. Instead, he would play dumb, very dumb, and help her come back from the brink.

So he said about the photo in his hand, "Gee, Mom, this is one sexy lady. Do you know her? Do I know her?"

Susan replied, carefully, "Now, Son, you know I said I can't tell you anything about that. Maybe sometime later. But right now, I just want to get your reaction."

"Hmmm. Let me see another one then, or two."

Brenda wasn't religious, but she had her eyes shut tight and was praying hard. She heard the sound of papers shuffling, and surmised it had to be Alan looking at more of the photos. She had the counter edge in a vice-like grip with one hand while she had an arm under her huge rack in an attempt to minimize the wild bouncing of her great knockers.

After a pregnant pause, Alan said, "Well, this woman certainly has the curves. She looks pretty darn sexy to me. What a rack! She's really stacked! Do you think those are real?"

Brenda heaved with relief at those positive words. YES! He says I'm sexy! And yes, they are real! All real!

Suzanne spoke up. "In my opinion, they have to be real. Look at this one. See how they're dangling down? Only real breasts do that."

There was more shuffling of photos.

Despite her great embarrassment, Brenda couldn't resist peeking out of one eye to see which photo Suzanne was referring to. OH NO! It's one of the ones where I'm bending over and clutching my ankles! The SHAME! The SHAME! Why the hell did I ever let Susan talk me into going that far?!

She had to close her eyes again and clutch the edge of the counter with both hands this time, because a strong orgasm ripped through her. Luckily for her, her fear of getting caught was so great that she **** herself not to make any special noise or movement. She just stood there and let it happen, as if she'd lost all control and had to pee there standing up. Actually, it was quite similar because of the copious wetness trickling down her thighs.

Suzanne could guess that Brenda just came, even though it wasn't blatantly obvious, from the way Brenda's face scrunched up and then relaxed. Plus, there was the way Brenda's massive tits were heaving up and down even more than before, even considering that she wasn't cradling them with an arm anymore. Suzanne was secretly delighted. She also was pleased that Alan was playing coy and not letting on that the pictures were of Brenda, just as she had hoped he would. She decided it was time to reward him, as well as blow Brenda's mind into oblivion that much more. She figured Brenda could handle it after cumming.

Suzanne had been careful to stand on the same side of the counter as Alan while making sure Brenda stood on the other side. That allowed her to reach into Alan's slacks. Since he wasn't wearing any underwear, to better show off his bulge, her fingers immediately wrapped around his long shaft and started to stroke.

Now it was Alan's turn to be flummoxed. Not only was Suzanne jacking him off, she wasn't even being that subtle about it. Susan and Katherine caught on right away and smiled with knowing approval. Only Brenda was still in the dark, and what would happen when she opened her eyes? But he remembered that Suzanne and the others counseled him to do something outrageous, and this certainly qualified. Besides, it felt too fantastic to make her stop.

So he continued to examine the photo of Brenda lewdly bending over while pretending to ignore Suzanne's sliding fingers. Thinking about how Suzanne said the picture proved the breasts were natural, he even managed to say, "Yep, I see what you mean, Aunt Suzy. Those do look natural. You can also see, well, pretty much everything! Whoever this woman is, she sure cums a lot. Brenda, you don't mind if we freely discuss this kind of thing, do you? You're not offended?"

Brenda opened her eyes in a panic. She was still riding out the tail end of her orgasm, and she was barely in control of her body or her mind. She knew her face was cherry red and her big tits were bouncing outrageously on her chest, with her dress no help at all. If Alan looked at her now, she was sunk. She expected the worst.

However, Alan knew that the signs of Brenda's arousal, not to mention her embarrassment, were so blatant that he couldn't make eye contact with her and continue to pretend to be clueless. So he studiously examined the photo from close up instead.

The others had come to the same conclusion and wanted to keep the pretense going. They were all looking down intently at their photos as well.

Brenda looked around from face to face. She couldn't believe her luck, but she didn't question it. Even though she felt like she'd just been fucked standing up, and looked like it, she tried to pull herself together and quickly respond to Alan before the silence made someone look her way. "Um... well... NO! Of course I'm not offended. Just keep on looking and talking about that picture. I don't mind that at all."

She added in her mind, Especially keep on looking DOWN. Don't look up! Dear God! What am I going to do about my face?! How do I make my blush go away?! Hell, how do I stop feeling so totally humiliated so I stop blushing more?! Look at him: he's staring right at a photo of my fully exposed pussy! My leaky, leaky pussy! And I just told him to keep looking! And what about my real leaky pussy, now?! I'm going to be dripping down to the floor in another minute!

Now that she was recovering some more from her orgasm, she was able to cradle her tits with an arm again to stop their crazy bouncing. She still needed her other hand to grip the counter edge and keep her standing.

Katherine spoke up while staring at her own nude Brenda photo. "Well, I think that whoever this woman is, she's got an amaaaazing body. Geez! Just look at the size of those boobs! I wish I had boobs half that size. And check out her ass too, Bro. In my picture, she's kind of twisting her body in place, so you can see her ass and boobs at the same time."

Alan responded, "My picture is pretty much all ass. And I have to admit it's a pretty damn fine one too. Her legs aren't bad either, especially when they're firmed up with her high heels and the way she's bending over. I wonder if they look as good in a relaxed pose."

Susan helpfully shuffled through the photos and selected one for him. "Here, look at this one." She'd selected another picture of Brenda's backside that showed off her legs to great effect.

"Thanks." Alan whistled appreciatively as he studied the new picture. His enjoyment of it was intensified by the way Suzanne was rubbing his sweet spot. "Yep. Nice legs indeed. Too bad we can't see the face in any of these, though. Or even the hair. Why is that?"

Brenda's eyes opened in another panicky alarm. She held her breath as she waited for Susan's reply.

Susan said, "Sorry, I can't tell you that. Consider it a test to see what kind of body type you like the most. If you saw the head, that might bias you."

Brenda allowed herself to breathe again, relieved. Good answer!

Susan continued, "I picked this woman's pictures because I thought she had an ideal body for you. Isn't this your exact type?"

Alan looked at Susan as he replied. (Luckily for Brenda, Susan was standing on the other side of him, at the end of the counter.) "Well, I don't know about THAT. 'Ideal?' Hardly. She is sexy, no question. But, to be honest, Mom, you're more of my ideal. I like a woman who's taller and not just this outrageously curvy." With that answer, he was trying a sweet and sour approach. He complimented Brenda's body some, but made clear that he wasn't as impressed as most men were, to keep her striving.

It was an effective approach. Brenda was soaring high one moment and crashing down the next. But all in all, it was about the answer she expected, and even wanted. Clearly, Alan wasn't easy to please, and that made her want to work harder to impress him.

So far, Brenda hadn't noticed the way Suzanne was playing with Alan's erection. She had her eyes closed most of the time, and when she had them opened, she was looking up at faces. But now, she was calming down some, relatively speaking, and she looked around the counter top to see which photos of her were being looked at.

While she did that, she noticed the tell-tale motion in Suzanne's arm. It wasn't hard to catch, since Suzanne was all but asking to get caught. She gasped, loudly, but no one seemed to notice. NO! NO! It can't be! But it IS! She's DEFINITELY giving him a handjob, not even three feet from me! I can't believe it!

If the orgasm Brenda was still recovering from rated a ten on a one-to-ten scale, her new surge of arousal shot up to eleven. She very nearly spontaneously climaxed again, and only didn't because her body was in a refractory phase from the last one. But actually, I CAN believe it! OF COURSE she's jacking him off. This is Alan! His cock is hard all the time, and their job is to keep him constantly throbbing with pleasure! So how can she NOT?! I'll bet the others know and approve, and wish they could be helping instead. Suzanne's trying to be subtle about it, for my sake, but with a cock that long and thick, there's no subtle way to stroke it!

GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD! This kid is incredible! He needs more helpers, definitely! Busty, beautiful sexy helpers who want to love and worship his cock, like me! How can I resist him?! It's hopeless!

Brenda realized that she was likely to cum again soon, despite the fact that she wasn't touching her privates and she'd just cum a few minutes earlier. She further realized that whenever it did happen, she probably wouldn't be able to stay as quiet as the prior time. She had to escape, and fast!

She simply let go of the counter and walked out of the room, towards the living room.

Since the others were all trying hard not to look at her, she was well into the living room when Katherine finally looked up and asked, "Hey, Brenda. Where are you going?"

Brenda walked faster, glad that she was out of visual range. She was frightened that the wetness of her thighs could be seen even from behind. She loudly replied, "I'm off to, uh, powder my nose!"

Indeed, she was headed directly to the bathroom, though it definitely wasn't to powder her nose. Once she got there and closed the door safely behind her, she sat down on the toilet, with the lid down, just to breathe and recover. Aaaaah! Thank God! Too close! I just about had a heart attack!

After some more heavy gasps for air, she thought, Suzanne's jacking him off! That's just so very wrong, but... so very, very RIGHT! A real man like Alan, that's the only way to properly treat him! They don't call themselves a harem, but that's what they are! He's the lord and master, and they're his de facto slaaaaves! His sex slaves!

She had refrained from masturbating or even spontaneously cumming since she'd gotten to the safety of the bathroom, because she still worried about making a ruckus. But with those thoughts, she couldn't hold out any longer. A hand reached to her sopping wet panties, pulled them aside, and she found her clit. She brought her other hand to her mouth and fiercely bit down on it in an attempt to contain the noise.

Again, her fear of getting caught was so great that she managed to stay relatively quiet, at least compared to the way she longed to scream her head off.

CHAPTER 14

But Brenda wasn't quiet enough.

Around the kitchen counter, Susan, Suzanne, Katherine, and Alan all exchanged knowing smiles as they heard strangled shrieks and muffled cries coming from the nearby bathroom.

Susan whispered the obvious. "Did you hear that? Brenda's having an orgasm! A big one, too! Gaawwwd, that makes me so hot! Especially given what you're doing, Suzanne." She playfully teased her, "You're soooo baaaaad!"

"What?" Suzanne played dumb. But she grinned widely, jacking off Alan even more blatantly than before. In fact, with Brenda gone, she pulled Alan along with her to the middle of the kitchen, giving Susan and Katherine an unhindered view of what her hand was doing inside Alan's slacks.

Susan was too worried to enjoy the view. "Not there! We want to drive Brenda wild, but let's not be TOO obvious about it! She'll be back soon."

Suzanne considered that, then nodded. "You're right, even though I doubt she'll be back that soon. I've got an idea. Sweetie, there's something I want to show you in the den."

The way her fingers were working his sweet spot was distracting to say the least. At first he could only manage to ask, "The den?" But then realization dawned on him of why she wanted to use the den. "OH! The DEN!"

Suzanne nodded. "That's right. I want to show Brenda just how much of your cock I can fit down my throat! Let's do it while she's still in the bathroom! Chances are, she'll come back the shorter way, by the den. Especially if she hears us in there!"

Alan tried to resist that idea, but Brenda's photos and Suzanne's handjob had gotten him far too horny. "Oh, man! How can I say no?!"

"You can't! Come on, let's go!" Suzanne pulled her cum-soaked hand out of his slacks, and started to push him towards the den. But then she stopped and said to Susan and Katherine, "If Brenda makes it back, keep on keeping on. Play dumb. Act like you don't know what we're doing in the den, and yet make it obvious that you do."

Katherine nodded. "Right! The Sergeant Schultz approach."

Suzanne paused until she caught that reference to the TV show "Hogan's Heroes." "Right!" She hurried off with Alan.

Once they were safely in the den, Alan pulled his slacks down and held his boner straight out, hoping for some serious action.

But Suzanne simply stared at the door that he'd just closed behind them. She whispered, "We need to leave the door open a crack."

He whispered back, "Oh my God! Mom's right: you're soooo bad!"

She turned her head and gave him a smirky grin. "I know. You'll never be bored with me, Sweetie. But what about the door? We've gotta act fast."

"So you really think she's gonna spy on us?"

"Oh, definitely. I've got an idea: let's split the difference. This door is a bit loose. If you're really careful, you can balance it so it's aaaalmost open a crack. Technically, it stays closed, but one can see it's not quite closed all the way. And if one so much as touches it from the outside, it opens an inch or so. As a schemer, I know these things." She was arranging the door just so, even as she spoke.

Alan groaned and rolled his eyes. He didn't have much say in the matter. But then he ceased to care, because Suzanne finished with the door, then quickly removed her dress. Since she wasn't wearing underwear, she was down to just high heels in a flash. She closed the distance between them, reached for his cock, and planted her lips on his for a juicy kiss.

About a minute later, Alan found himself lying face up on the short sofa in the room. His T-shirt was still on, and his slacks were merely pulled down his thighs enough to safely expose his balls and rampant erection.

In stark contrast, Suzanne was buck naked with her face in his crotch. The contrast was intentional. She figured that the submissive Brenda would find it extra arousing that way.

She already was busy licking his sweet spot and stroking his shaft when she whispered, even quieter than before, "In a minute, let's not speak at all, unless it's something we're okay with Brenda hearing. Remember, try playing to our audience of one. Groan and moan loudly and often. Consider how things will look from the doorway, and definitely don't block the view. I'll be doing the same."

He groaned, "Okay."

"I'd like to explore some more titfucking with you, but probably not now. Susan has been hyping blowjobs to Brenda like you wouldn't believe, so that's what she's gonna want to see." With that, she engulfed his cockhead and began to bob on it. She held to a slow pace, because she knew that he was very worked up from everything that had been happening and she didn't want him to cum before Brenda could spy on them.

Brenda took her time in the bathroom. After her orgasm ended, she had a new burst of determination to get her act together and handle herself better for the rest of her visit. She put her panties and dress back in place, then checked herself in the mirror.

She mentally addressed her reflection, Okay, that was close, really close, but I averted disaster. They still don't know the photos are of me. They didn't see my red face! Hey, even my blush is starting to go away. Alan was so busy with the photos that he didn't look at me at all. Nobody knows anything! True, I came twice, but I was silent the first time and then in here the second time, so nobody knows that either. I hope, anyway! Unfortunately, I was a little bit loud this time around. Everything's just too sexy here! I couldn't help it. I still almost can't breathe, because of all the sex in the air!

In any event, I have to be optimistic. What else can I do? My imagination has been getting pretty out of control, but they don't know that. I can still save the evening. Alan even said "She is sexy, no question," about one of my photos. He likes my breasts, ass, and legs. That's something to build on. I'll go back out there with more of my wiggly moves to draw attention to my best asset: my big breasts. Before long he'll be eating out of my hands. Then, not long after that, I'll be eating out at his crotch!

As she left the bathroom, she knew there were two ways to go back to the kitchen / dining room area: she could walk through the front foyer and living room into the dining room, or she could walk down a hallway into the back of the kitchen. She assumed that Suzanne was still "secretly" jacking Alan off in the kitchen, so it occurred to her that if she chose the hallway, she might be able to walk in on them and observe them without being seen in return.

She couldn't resist the temptation, so she started down the hallway. But she didn't get far before she heard curious sounds coming from the den up ahead. She stopped in front of the den door and listened carefully. NO! ... YES! That most DEFINITELY is the sounds of sexy slurping! That can only mean one thing: a handjob wasn't enough. Suzanne is full-on blowing him, just behind this very door!

Brenda's sense of being back on top of things was torn apart in a flash. Her heart started beating fast again, and her arousal spiked so high that she had to lean against a wall for a moment until she could cope. She had carefully dried her thighs and blotted her soaking-wet panties as best she could, but she suspected that area would be a swampy mess before long. The sounds she heard through the door confirmed everything she'd come to believe about Alan.

She considered ignoring them, just walking past to join Susan and Katherine, but that thought lasted for about a millisecond. The temptation to eavesdrop was too great, especially since she could hear Alan and Suzanne surprisingly well. (Of course, she didn't realize they were being extra loud just for her.) Her hesitation was overcome when she heard Suzanne say: "Oh, Sweetie! I love your cock... so much! Going... deeper! Mrrmpth!" As if that wasn't pussy-tingling enough, there was a muffled aspect to Suzanne's voice, suggesting that her mouth was full of thick cock even as she spoke.

Brenda looked up and down the hall to check whether the coast was clear. It was, but the problem was that the door to the den was very close to the door between the hallway and the kitchen. She listened carefully for sounds other than the thrilling noises coming from the den, and realized she couldn't hear Susan or Katherine talking.

That made her curious. The door between the hallway and kitchen was closed most of the way, but not all the way. She opened it wider and quietly crept through it, just enough to look at the kitchen counter area. To her great relief, she saw no one there. Peeking a little further into the kitchen, she could hear and see all the way to the dining room, and realized that Susan and Katherine had returned to the dining room area.

That was great news, because it made her spying less likely to be discovered than if they were still in the kitchen. She closed the door between the kitchen and the hallway for extra security.

She was feeling emboldened and encouraged, even while her heart was thumping like crazy due to great arousal and the potential for being caught.

She finally turned her full attention to the den. She noticed the door was ever so slightly ajar. Curious, she lightly touched the door, just to see what would happen.

Just like that, the door opened another inch! That was enough to create a crack just big enough to peek through.

She wanted to groan in some kind of lusty chagrin. Aaaah, fuck me! Again! It's like there's some kind of sexy conspiracy forcing me to peek. Everything is just making me too horny! How can I not look now?! Fuuuuuck!

She tried to resist peeking, telling herself it was far too risky, but lust was driving her on. After just one brief glance, she was hooked. She couldn't see very much of the room, but it was like Alan and Suzanne were perfectly positioned for her, because she had a very good view of Suzanne's head bobbing right over Alan's crotch. (Of course, they WERE perfectly positioned for her.)

Suzanne had Alan's cockhead in her mouth, but she wasn't bobbing down any further than that. And with the way she happened to be holding his shaft with just the fingertips of one hand, Brenda could see nearly all of his erection, minus his cockhead.

That sight literally took Brenda's breath away: she forgot to breathe until she ran low on oxygen, then had to take big gasps to recover.

HOLY FUCK! IT'S SO BIG! SO BIG! OH, GOD DAMN!

She tried to be quiet with her deep breathing, but she wasn't quiet enough. Both Alan and Suzanne heard. They didn't need to look over to the door to confirm that she was there, since that would be way too risky. But now that they knew they were being watched, their arousal levels skyrocketed.

Suzanne immediately switched her style so she was merely licking her way around Alan's cockhead. That allowed her to show off her long tongue and just what it could do. It also exposed more of Alan's erection for Brenda's eyes while being less stimulating for him. That was important, because he was groaning with the struggle of trying desperately not to cum.

At first Brenda was frightened at the sight of Suzanne's tongue. It looked so freakishly long that for a brief moment she seriously entertained the idea that Suzanne wasn't really human. Just as quickly, she dismissed that as absurd. Suzanne's tongue was just long enough to be humanly possible. She also belatedly remembered that Susan had recently made a passing reference to Suzanne having an unusually long tongue. But the scare got her heart racing even faster. She actually worried that she might pass out from too much excitement; being found **** in front of the den door would be horribly embarrassing!

She watched another minute or two of Suzanne's licking, but she simply couldn't take it. It was too intense, like staring into the Sun, except it was as if she was staring into pure lust instead of bright light. This was truly the most arousing sight she'd ever seen in her life!

She quietly staggered back down the hall towards the bathroom. She had to make another pit-stop there. If nothing else, she needed to deal with her panties again; they were as wet as a towel that had just been dunked in water. She also again had long rivulets of her juices flowing down her inner thighs!

However, she didn't stay long. She worried that she'd been gone a suspiciously long time already, so she hurried back to the dining room much sooner than she wanted.

Susan and Katherine were amused at seeing Brenda so very aroused. They all got off on being embarrassed by Alan in sexual situations. They didn't fully understand it, but they could sense from her lusty reactions that Brenda was a kindred spirit in that regard, so they enjoyed seeing her react similarly to being embarrassed by him. But they also could sense when things were going too far, realizing that Brenda was too frazzled at the moment to be pushed any further.

Thus, when Brenda came back to the dining table and sat down, they acted as if nothing unusual had happened. Brenda had again cleaned herself up in the bathroom, so her hair was in place and other surface aspects were as they should be. But she still had a stunned, dazed air about her. Obviously, she couldn't get over what she'd just seen in the den, added to everything else.

Brenda tried hard to engage. Looking around, she realized the photos were all gone. "Where did those photos go?!"

Susan smiled. "Don't worry. I put them away."

Katherine said to Brenda, "You know, after you left, it occurred to me that the photos looked a lot like you. Well, like what I think you'd look like without your clothes on. And wasn't your face really red?" She wasn't trying to razz Brenda; in fact, it was the opposite. She thought events would seem more believable in retrospect if at least someone noticed the obvious clues, and this was a relatively safe moment, with Alan out of the room.

Brenda realized denial was futile. Besides, an admission wasn't so bad with just Katherine and Susan present. She looked around carefully, then whispered, "Okay, if you must know, it WAS me! Those pictures are of ME! But please don't tell anybody! Especially not Alan!"

Susan whispered, "Remember, Suzanne already knows. She helped me print the photos."

"Okay, then, don't tell Alan. That's what really matters! He can't know!"

Katherine nodded. "Don't worry; your secret is safe with me. But what's this all about?! Where did those pictures come from? Why did Mom have them? And why were they being shown to us?"

Brenda narrowed her eyes and glared at Susan. "Because your mother played a dirty trick on me! Susan, you weren't supposed to show him those when I was right there too! I just about DIED!"

Susan was a terrible liar, but just this once she managed to effectively play dumb. "But I thought you wanted that. No? I thought you wanted to see his reaction?"

Brenda complained, "I wanted to GET his reaction. But not BE there! Too scary! Good God!"

Before she could say more, Katherine asked with apparent innocence, "But what's it all about? What's all this about wanting to show them to Alan?"

Brenda sighed heavily and gently put a hand on her forehead, as if she was checking for a fever. I should stay away from this house. They're going to make me die before my time. It's one shocking, sexy surprise after another. Exactly like last time!

She calmed her nerves, more or less, and said, "It's a long story. I'd rather not tell it now. But the short version is that Susan snapped the pictures, at my request."

Katherine was playing up her supposed cluelessness. "But why?!"

Brenda sighed heavily again. Her feelings were all over the map. Her desire for Alan was growing all the time, but she feared giving in to her submissive lusts. The more her desire grew, the higher the stakes grew, increasing her fear.

Susan saved her from answering by boldly saying, "Don't answer that!"

That startled both Brenda and Katherine.

Susan continued, "Katherine, Brenda here obviously has an interest in helping Alan out with his special problem. I think you can see the clues, from her nude photos to the way she's dressed. That said, Brenda, now is not the time to make any commitments, or even talk about it. This is a very important, serious thing, and you shouldn't be acting rashly. You might not feel the same way tomorrow that you feel right now."

Brenda was amazed. She felt like she'd been slipping off a high cliff, only to be rescued by a helping hand from Susan at the last moment. She was extremely relieved she could dodge Katherine's question. She nodded, breathlessly.

Katherine, knowing how she was supposed to help Suzanne's strategy of making helping Alan look like a highly desirable prize only for the best of the best, folded her arms and scoffed. "Helping Brother? You? Hrumph! We'll see about that!"

Susan played the good cop in the "good cop, bad cop" routine. She took Brenda's hand and held it supportively. "Brenda, don't mind her. Just relax. Take some time and seriously think about what you want. There's another card game party coming up in just two days, so if you come to that, it can help you figure out what you want. Okay?"

Brenda nodded again. "Thanks. I'll do that." And she did feel much better. But she also thought, "Just relax?!" HA! Fat chance! How can I do that when I know that Suzanne is sucking him off AS WE SPEAK?! Right over there, in the other room! Damn, I can still hear her noisy slurping and gagging ringing in my ears! I can still see her lips stretched impossibly wide around his tree trunk cock! And the way she was buck naked while he was fully dressed. I don't know why, but that sight is SO FUCKING HOT! It really shows he's in charge!

Susan said, "Okay, enough about that, then. Not another word. Alan and Suzanne are nearby and could come back at any time. We don't want them to overhear us."

"Oh, where are they? What are they doing?" Even though Brenda knew the answer, she wanted to see what answer she'd be given.

Katherine snickered playfully. "Do you want the polite answer, or the correct answer?" She giggled.

Brenda sat up stiffly again, proudly thrusting her big tits forward. "The correct answer, of course. As I keep telling Susan, I'm a big girl. I can handle it."

Katherine looked at Susan, uncertain what she should say. However, Susan didn't give her any obvious direction. So she said to Brenda, "Since you say you want to help Alan, I suppose we don't have to be so secretive. But it's up to you. Guess."

Brenda was glad for a chance to answer that, especially since she was certain about the answer. "I know a lot more than you think about all the help you give him. Knowing Alan and his great needs, Suzanne probably took him to some private place in the house where she could suck him off."

Katherine expressed surprise. "Very good! Maybe there's hope for you yet. And what do you think about that?"

Brenda got bolder still. She grasped her heavy globes from below and held them up. "It makes me very hot and horny, that's what I think! I love that Alan is such a sexually insatiable young man. I love that he has many beautiful women who help him. I love that it takes that many women to keep him satisfied! He's not like other men. Not at all!"

Katherine was genuinely impressed. "Wow! Nice!"

Susan was impressed as well. "Good answer, Brenda. But we really need to stop now. Sure, it's likely that Suzanne will be sucking him for another half hour or more, but you can never be sure. Let's just talk about other things until they get back, okay?"

So that's what they did. But Brenda felt much better about her evolving situation. Her hope was rising that she could find a place as one of his women.

As it happened, Alan and Suzanne returned after "only" another twenty minutes. Alan had been worked up even before Suzanne started sucking him. Then, knowing that Brenda had peeked in on them made him practically delirious with erotic ecstasy. It took all of Suzanne's considerable oral talent, and quite a few strategic breaks, for them to last even that long. Eventually, they decided together not to fight it any longer, and they shared a great mutual orgasm.

Afterwards, they considered lingering in the den to further puff up Brenda's opinion of him, but they decided against it. They both felt that Brenda already was fully convinced he was a total stud, and too much hype would lead to disappointment down the road. So they went back to the dining room after making themselves presentable in the bathroom.

Brenda didn't stay much longer after that. She wanted to, but she was emotionally and physically exhausted. She actually had only been at the Plummer house for an hour and a half, but it had been one heart-stopping arousing shocker after another for her.

She did get one last significant thrill as she was saying goodbye at the door, though. Each woman gave her a hug and a kiss goodbye. Then it was Alan's turn. She was disappointed that he only gave her a kiss on each cheek. But while he was doing that, he firmly held her ass cheeks through her dress. And with his hands caressing her ass cheeks like he owned them, he looked into her eyes and said, "It was nice having you here tonight. I look forward to having you again. I hope I'll get to see a lot more of you in the very near future."

As he made that last comment, he looked down into her cleavage in a very knowing and blatant manner.

Brenda was beyond delighted. He's going to HAVE ME! She exclaimed, "You will! You will!" She squeezed him tightly, with a lot of deliberate rubbing of her hard nipples into his chest.

He was so encouraged by her reaction, including the feel of her soft tit-pillows against him, that he very nearly brought his hands up to fondle her rack. But then he remembered the plan to act aloof, so he pulled away instead.

She left the house soon thereafter. She was frustrated at how some things had gone, but overall she was nearly walking on air.

CHAPTER 15

Alan, like Brenda, was tired both physically and mentally. He went upstairs, making clear that he wanted to be alone for a while. He wasn't mad at anyone; far from it. He just felt like he needed some alone time.

Suzanne went back to her own home to spend some time with Amy. She'd felt bad knowing Eric and Brad were out and Amy was left to fend for herself for dinner.

Suzanne considered going to the Plummer house later that evening for more sexy fun with Alan, but for once she wasn't in the mood. She thought, Because of my "Elle" impersonation on Saturday night, I'm more ready than ever to get properly fucked by my Sweetie. The way I look at it, we're still at zero real fucks; that one didn't count. My memory of it is a bit hazy: it seems more like one of my unfulfilling erotic dreams. Lord knows I've had enough of those lately, ever since my cuddly Sweetie started turning into such a hunk.

It's probably a good thing I don't remember it too well, because my need for him is already almost more than I can bear. My pussy is so ready! All these blowjobs and titfucks just whet my appetite, especially when Brenda is spying on us! Phew! That was hot! But it still isn't time. I have to remain in control of my emotions and not just think from between my legs. For one thing, I shouldn't screw up his tennis tournament; that wouldn't be fair. Once he starts having sex with me, he'll barely have enough energy remaining to even walk onto a tennis court! I should wait at least until the weekend. As soon as his tournament is over...

Blowjobs and titfucks are well and good, but it's high time that I get properly FUCKED! I NEED to get fucked! With the mood I'm in right now, I wouldn't be able to say 'No'. He'd start licking my pussy... Oh God! That would feel soooo goooood! Then, in a matter of minutes, he'd be shoving his thickness aaaaaalll the way in, impaling me to the hilt! Dammit, I'm working myself up too much just thinking about it.

No. I need another day or two to get over the whole "Elle" incident. Tomorrow is Tuesday, when Susan will have him. Then, by Wednesday, I should be back to normal.

However, she realized she needed to see him soon to discuss what she'd recently learned about Heather. So, around nine-thirty, about one hour after Brenda left, she put on some unusually-conservative (for her) clothes that thoroughly covered her body and went over to his house. She figured that he'd had enough time to recover from his Brenda adventure. Her clothes would communicate that she was there just to talk, and nothing else.

Alan was at his desk, still doing his homework. He looked up and smiled when he saw Suzanne pushing his door open while knocking on it.

Everything she usually wore was sexy in some way, but this outfit was not, at least relatively speaking. Although she'd unbuttoned a few buttons at the last minute to expose a lot of cleavage, even that was restrained compared to her usual attire lately. He read that correctly as a "hands off" signal.

Suzanne pulled up a chair. After making some small talk she said, "Okay, let's get down to business. I'm NOT here to talk about Brenda."

"You're not?"

"No. Tonight was a big success with her. Let's let that settle for a while and discuss it tomorrow. Okay?"

"Sounds good. Very good. I do need time to process that. What are you here about then?"

"Remember how we talked the other day about me looking into Heather?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, I have the scoop on her. But first, I'd like to know exactly what's happened between you and her."

He stiffened. "What makes you assume there's anything to talk about? I don't want to confirm or deny anything."

"Come on. It's me. I know you; I can tell something happened. I can see it in your face when her name is mentioned. Something happened a few days ago. Let's not play games."

Alan complained, "Aunt Suzy, please. Don't make me tell you. I don't like to kiss and tell. Isn't that kind of private?"

"Usually, yes. And don't worry; I won't tell your mom or sister or anyone else. But it's important that I know. Heather is not just 'some girl'! I already knew that she's a really powerful, and therefore dangerous, girl at your school, and now I'm doubly concerned about her. If you're going to handle her successfully, we need to work together. Also, look how well things went with Brenda. You're turning into quite a ladies' man. That's great, especially for you, but the more lovers you have, the greater the danger for everyone involved. What if you were to get an STD, for instance? Think how that could spread."

He sighed. "Okay." Then he proceeded to tell Suzanne of all his recent encounters with Heather, including the one time they'd had sex.

Suzanne remained silent, just taking in everything he said. When he was done, she said, "Thanks for all that. Very interesting. Very interesting indeed. Now, let me tell you what I've learned about her."

Alan said, "Hold on. I'm curious; how did you get your info about her in the first place?"

Suzanne smiled knowingly. "It's a small world. I just happened to run into her mother Helen today. I was at a coffee shop and all the tables were taken, so I asked to sit at hers. Imagine my surprise when I found out who she was."

He grinned and rolled his eyes. "What a coincidence! Somehow, I doubt that happened by pure chance."

Suzanne's smile widened. "Well, okay, maybe I stalked her a little first to find just the right moment to 'happen' upon her, but 'stalking' is such a harsh word. Anyway, I got to talking about my two kids and all the troubles they put me through and how one of mine was a cheerleader, and wouldn't you know it, she started unloading all of her frustrations about her own kid. It was like taking candy from a baby."

He shook his head. "Aunt Suzy, you're a genius. A conniving genius."

"Tell me something I don't know." She winked. "Anyway, Heather is a self-centered, power-hungry bitch. But you already knew that. From what you told me about your encounters with her, you have a good bead on her. I have to say you've handled yourself well so far. You're a challenge for her. You're interesting and different. Most importantly, you haven't shown weakness, and you've played hard to get. That's key."

She continued, "But let me tell you some things you don't know. Frankly, I don't fully understand why she's so bitchy. Some people just have inherently ornery personalities, and maybe she's one of those. Or maybe Helen didn't tell me everything. But at least some of who she is can be understood by how her parents treat her. One interesting thing is how much of an elitist snob her mother is. Several times, she said things like 'And that's not something a Morgan does.' She seems to think highly of her family name, to say the least."

Alan asked, "Are they from some super prestigious family? Hey! What about J. P. Morgan? He was a famous, super-rich robber baron, right?"

Suzanne smiled tolerantly. "Yes. Actually, I thought about that too. But I didn't just 'bump' into Helen without doing some background research first. After all, I had to find her and where she hung out, so I could arrange our 'chance' meeting."

"I looked into Heather's family tree, and there's nothing special going on on either side, and certainly no connection to the J. P. Morgan fortune. It's true that Helen's family is fairly wealthy, but the way she goes on, you'd think she shits gold bricks. Besides, Morgan is her husband's last name, so you'd think her family background would be irrelevant to that. In my opinion, Helen's sense of privilege and entitlement is out of whack. Again, I don't know all the details, since I didn't speak to her that long and I couldn't pry about everything. But, for whatever reason, Heather got all that from her mother. Heather doesn't just think she's great; she KNOWS it."

Alan considered that, and nodded. "Yeah. Now that you mention it, she seems to think that she's the most beautiful girl in school. She went on and on about it, like it was an indisputable fact. And heck, she might be, at least for some people, but it's hardly indisputable in my opinion. There are others: Christine, for starters. In my book Sis and Amy give her a run for her money, plus they're a lot nicer."

Suzanne nodded. "I know. And it's not just beauty. It sounds like she basically thinks she should rule the school like it's her divine right or something. But here's the thing. Do NOT under any circumstances confirm her inflated sense of self-importance with compliments. If you do that, she'll grow bored with you fast. People like her are weird. On the one hand, they're full of confidence and bluster, but on the other hand, they have secret nagging doubts too. On some deeper level, she's gotta wonder if she's really all that great."

She continued, "I can't read her mind, but it's only human nature. Besides, I know her type. I had a college roommate once who was like her in a lot of ways. Her insecurity is well suppressed, but deep down it's always present. If you ever waver, she'll try to convince you of her greatness, and if she ever succeeds, that'll help convince her that you're not worth pursuing."

Alan nodded. "Huh. Okay... So, no compliments ever. Luckily, I was kind of doing that already. My encounter with her happened just one day after you gave me your advice about Brenda. The two are waaaay different. But I tried the 'confident, cocky, yet aloof and hard to get' approach you advised for Brenda, and it worked on Heather too!"

Suzanne smiled. "That WAS very fortuitous timing. I'm not surprised; that strategy works on a lot of women, maybe even on most women. It's just human nature to want what we can't get, or is very hard to get. Sadly, that's why nice guys finish last so often: they're not seen as a challenge."

"I can see that."

"That said, Heather is a special case. You've gotta go in a different direction with her than Brenda from now on. Very different. Think of her almost like a vicious animal, like a lion or tiger. You can't show her any weakness at all, or she'll pounce!"

"What if I flat-out insult her?" He was struck by a thought. "Hey! Did I mention that when we had sex, I called her a 'slut' and a 'bitch' and a 'fucking cunt' and all kinds of mean things like that, and she loved it?"

Suzanne said, "You said something to that general effect a few minutes ago. But you have to be verrrry careful there. It's one thing to say that in a sexual way as something to get both of you hot; it's another to say that in another context like you really mean it, for the purpose of emotional injury. The key with girls like her is to be straddling that fence. Mind you, I didn't say 'no compliments at all'. Instead, be very selective with compliments and only praise her if you honestly believe she deserves it. Don't be too harsh either! Whoa; that's a very dangerous game. If she decides you're an enemy, she'll stop at nothing to crush you."

He said with worry, "Uh-oh. The more I think about it, the more I remember saying some really mean things to her. I was angry and I just kind of went off in a way I've NEVER done to anybody before. And I wouldn't have done it then either, but I kind of started down that path and she seemed to eat it up, so I just ran with it. Am I screwed now?"

Suzanne smiled. "It depends on your definition of 'screwed'. If we're talking about having a lot of hot sex with your gorgeous blonde, tanned head cheerleader, then yes, you're probably really 'screwed.'" She winked.

He chuckled. "Uh-oh! Woe is me!"

"From what you've told me, it sounds like that name-calling crap really turned her on. After all, she's already been dropping some pretty heavy hints that she wants you to fuck her again. If and when you do, you absolutely should do what you did before. You stumbled onto some things that just happened to push all her right buttons. So keep on pushing those buttons, you lucky fucker!" She playfully gave him the middle finger.

He grinned impishly. "Hey. It's not ALL luck."

"No, it's not, I'll give you that. Anyway, it's gonna be really tricky with her. You have to straddle a fine line. I'm thinking it would probably be best for you to behave stand-offish towards her, like she's no big deal and you can take her or leave her. Act like you're the one in the driver's seat and it's her job to impress you, like you've been doing with Brenda, only more so. But don't upset her or insult her except when she's so hot for sex with you. If she gets all hot and bothered, THEN go with all that slut talk. Even then, though, you need to watch her reactions and be careful: you have to make sure she's responding to it in the right way."

He rubbed his chin. "Hmmm... Sounds tricky. How do I get her all hot in the first place without being able to use the stuff that arouses her the most? But I noticed you said 'if and when' I have sex with her again. What do you mean by that?"

Suzanne sighed. "The 'if' part was pretty much wishful thinking on my part, I'm afraid. If it were up to me, I'd say drop her like a hot potato. She's dangerous! Yeah, I know she's gorgeous and you've made clear that she's a hot fuck, but she's just not worth it. I'm particularly worried about STDs. I know you say she insists that she's clean and all that, but she's had so many sex partners that she's a disaster waiting to happen. However..."

She paused dramatically, and then went on, "However, I know you. Plus, I know how eighteen-year-old horny boys think: you think with your dick! You had a really wild, intense sexual experience with her. AND she's the head cheerleader and pretty much the most desired girl in school. So there's probably just no way that you'd say no to her again. In fact, if it weren't for all the sexy fun you've been having at home every day, you'd probably be falling hard for her and trying to boink her on a regular basis. But if that happened, she'd dump you in an instant. The fact that you're not chasing after her with your tongue dragging on the ground is what makes you so intriguing and desirable to her. But anyway, I know I can't stop a raging river with my bare hands. You're like a kid in a candy store: you've discovered sex and are going more than a little wild over it all."

He nodded. "Guilty as charged."

She went on, "So I'm trying to do some advance damage control here. I'm telling you how to handle her so that you can come out of this without getting hurt, and so you at least don't make an enemy out of her. Also, so you don't bring some diseases into our family and give them to all of us. It's almost certain that, before long, she'll tire of you or you'll get tired of her. You two are just waaaay too different to be compatible for more than a few fun fuck sessions. So let your ya-ya's out and have a lot of fun."

He was disappointed to realize that she was probably right.

She added, "Think of it like riding a bucking bronco. It's a wild ride, but it doesn't last long, so enjoy it while you can. When it's all over with, we'll have to talk again. Hopefully, in a couple of weeks, you'll calm down some and we'll be able to talk more sensibly about who your sex partners ought to be. In the meantime, be careful to avoid getting infected."

He thought about that. "Boy. When you put it that way, I feel kind of dumb. Maybe I should just tell her 'no thanks' and walk away right now, while I still can. I mean, we've only done it that one time. It would be pretty easy to walk away at this point."

Suzanne smiled knowingly. "That shows what you know. Remember, it takes two to tango. Heather gets what she wants. You can act like you're in the driver's seat all you want, but don't be fooled. You're just discovering what sex is all about; you're not 'master of your own domain' yet, as Seinfeld put it. The bottom line is, if she wants to fuck you again, she will. If she goes all out to tempt you, you won't be able to resist. Eventually, yes, if she stays interested in you for long enough, you'll develop more resistance to her charms, but right now you're still in that 'kid in the candy store' phase. Basically, I'm pretty sure she's going to keep fucking you until she gets bored with you."

He asked, "So why are you giving me this good advice? Isn't that just going to prolong how long she uses me like some kind of boy toy?"

Suzanne responded, "Think of it like you're a surfer riding a big wave. You catch the wave, but you know eventually the ride is going to end. And the end is never pretty. You don't ride a big wave and end up standing. But how you wipe out depends on your level of skill. If you know how to hold your breath and handle yourself, you make it okay, and then you get right back up to ride the next wave. If you're clueless, you could get seriously hurt or even die. I don't want to see you hurt. Besides, what you learn about handling her will help you in handling all the other Heathers you'll run into later in life. And there are lots of people like her, to varying degrees, though most aren't likely to be so ****."

"Wow, thanks," he said. "By the way, I didn't know you were into surfing."

"I'm not. But I do live in Southern California, and I have at least half a clue, so give me some credit. I'm not happy that you and Heather hooked up in the first place; I'm not happy about it at all. But it's a done deal. To keep going with the surfing metaphor for a minute, are you going to ride the wave, or is the wave going to ride you? You mean a lot to me, and I don't want to see you hurt. So let's continue with what you need to do to stay one step ahead of her."

She went on, "Let's look at her relationship with her father. That's always very telling. Again, I can't know everything from one conversation with her mother, but I gather that Frank - that's his name, by the way - loves Heather a lot, but he's made some big mistakes in raising her. She wants his love and attention and feels like she's not getting enough of it. You'd be surprised how much things like that will affect her sex life and her choice of partners. That happens on some deep subconscious level. Let me go into more detail and explain how we can use that to your advantage..."

Suzanne and Alan continued to discuss Heather for the next half hour. She gave Alan many useful insights. Overall, Alan had already been on the right path when it came to staying one step ahead of Heather, but that had been mostly luck, plus his uncanny ability to roll with the punches. After talking to Suzanne he had a much better idea of what to do in the future, and thus much greater confidence. As Suzanne pointed out, when it came to Heather, maintaining confidence and swagger was half the battle.

Just before Suzanne left, she asked him, "Do you have condoms on you at all times? For instance, in your wallet?"

"Um, no." He felt stupid for having to say that.

She asked, "Where do you keep your wallet?"

"In a front pocket, or in my locker when I'm playing tennis."

"Good." She took a string of foil-wrapped condoms out of a pocket and tossed them at him. "That figures. It shows how much you're thinking with your dick and not your brain. Take those and use them! Put them in your wallet. Do NOT have sex with Heather again without using one. Is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am." He was chastened; he knew he deserved it.

He was slightly disappointed that Suzanne only gave him a peck on the cheek when she left, but he wasn't too upset about it. He wasn't that aroused anyway.

The only problem was, it was hard for him to get back to doing his homework. But, eventually, he managed.

Later, Susan came to his room to give him a goodnight kiss and tuck-in. She wore yet another new see-through nightie. (She practically had her own closet full of those now, if one included all the ones that were borrowed from Suzanne.) Her desire for sexy fun had overtaken her worries.

But even though she'd come in before his usual bedtime, he was all but asleep already. Although he'd gotten a good night's sleep the night before, his body still needed to recover from so much unaccustomed mental and physical excitement.

They talked for a while, but in the end she did little more than kiss him on the nose and actually tuck him in, in a relatively non-sexual, motherly way.

— — —

Susan went to bed feeling very disappointed by the relatively small amount of sexual fun she'd had with her son. She'd enjoyed her breakfast blowjob with him, but that was marred by Katherine's presence. She'd been able to blow him for quite a while just before Brenda arrived, but hadn't received her usual cum bath at its conclusion. She'd thought he'd be cumming on her three or four times a day once Ron had gone back to Asia, but clearly that wasn't happening.

Her only consolation was some words Suzanne had told her recently: "Your son is becoming such a sexual stud that you're going to have to learn to share. There will be days you may not touch his cock at all. But don't be sad; be proud that he has so many sexy helpers who are all sharing the joy."

Another really bright spot was the fact that the next day was a Tuesday. She could hardly wait.