Show Me: Part 2

Chapter 4

Suzanne and Katherine spent the next twenty minutes or so picking out a large number of items for potential purchase. Their sexual fun was largely postponed until after they were sure they'd have enough stuff to bring home. There was some danceable music playing on the radio, so they all swayed and grooved as they shopped to songs like "Elvis vs JXL - A Little Less Conversation" and "By the Way" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

They both continued to wear outfits that exposed their pussies and tits. Suzanne concentrated much of her attention on fingering her own pussy, but Katherine was too shy to follow suit. At one point, Katherine whispered to Suzanne, "How can you be so calm about doing this in public?"

"Pshaw. I haven't done this kind of thing in years, but you should have seen the way I was in college before I got married. I had this friend - we called her 'The Snake' because of her tongue."

"She was a great pussy licker?"

"That too, but no, mostly because her tongue was even longer than mine, if you can imagine that." Suzanne stuck her tongue out proudly. "She and I, well ... I'll have to tell you some stories sometime when we're both naked and squishy."

"As opposed to now," Katherine said, causing both of them to giggle. Katherine was slowly loosening up some more, especially since no other customers had seen them since the one older lady had left, and it was nearing closing time.

They tried out clothes with the excitement of little kids on Christmas morning. Suzanne put on a black leather outfit that covered her arms from mid-forearm down and her legs from mid-thigh down but left most of her torso bare, including her pussy, stomach, and cleavage. "What do you think?" she asked Ginger and Katherine. She pretended to swing a whip through the air.

"I like," Katherine responded. "Definitely sexy! Hit me, mistress, hit me!"

Ginger pretended to be more doubtful, even though she actually loved it. She walked over to where Suzanne was posing, then thrust two fingers up Suzanne's pussy with a loud squish. "I like this part," she said as she yanked on Suzanne's clit with her other hand.

Suzanne laughed heartily. "And to think I've been shopping at your competitors' all these years!"

Ginger kissed Suzanne square on the mouth, then the two necked and fingered each other for a couple of minutes. Finally they snapped out of it, thanks to some loud coughing by Katherine, who was feeling left out.

Ginger now stood back and gave a more honest assessment of the dress. "Katherine is right. Lots of pussy and ass..." - Suzanne twirled around to show her ass - "but it covers your nipples. With assets like yours, I'm not sure you should ever hide your nipples."

"Good point," Suzanne said, "but I think it'll turn him on anyway. Put this in the 'buy' pile." She wiggled out of what clothes she wore and then changed into something else, even as she grooved to the music and frigged herself at every opportunity.

In a whirlwind of activity, they set aside for purchase just about anything they liked at all, throwing the rest into a pile. They were so excited that they were leaving their fluids on just about every item they touched, but Ginger didn't see that as a problem, since they were buying almost everything they tried on and the few remaining items could be cleaned later.

Much of the clothes they selected had an S&M theme to them. Katherine found herself drawn to items that made her look submissive, like dog collars and handcuffs. Suzanne found herself drawn to many of the same things, to her own great surprise. But there were many other styles that they liked. Their only criterion was whether they thought it would turn Alan on. However, they were careful not to refer to him by name.

It seemed that each new item was more revealing than the last. Most were specifically designed to show off and expose boobs, asses or pussies, and many were designed to show off all of them at once.

Ginger ended up modeling the most revealing outfit of all, consisting of little more than rope, dildos, and her favorite cap.

Katherine was gratified to note that Ginger also had a noticeable bikini-bottom tan line, because Ginger was just about the only other female that she'd seen naked who shared her problem with tan lines.

"What do you think? Would he like this?" Katherine asked Suzanne as she modeled yet another S&M-themed outfit.

"I don't know," Suzanne said with indecision. "What do you think he thinks about the whole S&M thing, anyway?"

"Not sure. I do know he likes spankings. You should hear what he told me about ... uh ... well, I'll tell you later." Katherine realized naming names in Ginger's presence wasn't wise, despite Ginger's friendliness.

"Well, if he's totally into it, would you want to be whipped and beaten by him?" Suzanne asked.

Ginger intruded on the question, walking up between Katherine and Suzanne and cupping tits on both of them at the same time. She breathed, "Getting whipped is sexy and fun. You have to try it. I could show you."

Katherine tried hard to ignore that, instead considering the question for a moment. "I'm not crazy about the idea, but then I never thought I'd enjoy a finger up the butt or a spanking either. Or being with women, period, for that matter. So I try to keep an open mind. The important thing is, if he wants me to do it, then I have to obey."

"Same here," Suzanne said, surprising herself with what she'd be willing to do for Alan. "But still, let's not encourage him too much in that direction, okay?" She bent forward and licked one of Ginger's nipples.

Ginger was intensely interested in finding out who this mysterious man was, and his relationship to these two gorgeous women, but neither of them let slip any clues. Ginger suggested to Katherine, "That's a nice one you're wearing. Why don't you show it to Cindy, the woman who's working in the front part of the store?"

"What? You want me to walk to the front of the store in this, and model myself in front of who knows how many strange people?" Katherine immediately became bashful again, covering her exposed tits.

"Uh-huh," said Ginger. "Sounds exciting, doesn't it?"

"Maybe, but I'm not into dressing scantily in public. There might be guys up there! My only goal in dressing this way is to please ... my master." Katherine said "master" at the last second to avoid saying Alan's name, but she liked the sound of it.

"Not just our master," Suzanne pointed out, though she wasn't happy to use that term. "For instance, you also please me." She stepped forward and kissed Katherine on the lips. The idea of walking to the front part of the store, or even trying on more clothes, was forgotten as Katherine and Suzanne once more got into exploring each other's bodies. This new concept of Alan being their designated master made Katherine and, to her growing surprise, Suzanne very hot.

"And just what do you think you're doing without me?" Ginger asked, pouting that she was missing out on the action.

"Oh, sorry," said Katherine, as she and Suzanne turned their attention to the store assistant. "By the way, what does it take to get a preferred customer discount around here?" The two of them reached out to Ginger and ran their hands all over her.

"Um, I'm not really entitled ... That is..." said a flustered Ginger as the two overwhelmed her and brought her to the floor.

"What about a Ginger sandwich?" Suzanne suggested. "That should be worth a ten percent discount, at least!" Ginger was unable to answer because Katherine lowered her pussy onto the assistant's face while Suzanne buried her tongue deep in Ginger's pussy.

There was no pretense at any more shopping after that. Suzanne and Katherine stayed well past closing, after the other, older sales attendant Cindy left to go home to her family.

After everyone had gotten off several times, Ginger said, "Speaking of S&M, there's nothing to worry about. Why don't I show you how it works?"

"Um, thanks but no thanks," Suzanne said.

"No, really. It's no problem. I know it seems weird to think of being whipped, but how about being the person who does the whipping? Why don't you give it a try? You can practice on me." Katherine and Suzanne could see that Ginger's offer to be whipped was hardly an altruistic act - the cute employee was clearly trembling with excitement at the prospect.

"What do you think, Katherine?" Suzanne asked doubtfully.

"Oh, I guess trying out a few cracks of the whip wouldn't do any harm. As long as no one tries it on me, that is."

So they went ahead and tied up Ginger, then whipped her repeatedly on the butt. Neither Katherine nor Suzanne really got off on expressing dominance over Ginger, but Ginger got off on being submissive well enough. Before too long they dropped the whip and went back to using their hands and mouths on her. They kept her tied up, just for fun, giving her an occasional spanking or hole poke as they went through a final selection of their clothing.

Suzanne was amused at the situation: two total strangers were in a locked store after hours, and the only employee had been tied up with a rope. Suzanne pointed out, "I wonder what a policeman would think if he happened to wander in here right now."

They all laughed at that delicious thought.

Katherine immediately grabbed a strap-on dildo and role-played being such a policeman discovering the other two.

Ginger loved the treatment. She said, still tied up and bent over with her head on the floor, "You two are seriously the most fun customers I've ever served. Not to mention being the best looking."

"I'll tell you what's being served," Katherine said in a naughty mood as she fingered the helpless woman. "Something spicy. A big steaming plate of Ginger-flavored pussy."

Suzanne walked over and sawed into Ginger's asshole. "You're forgetting the side serving of Ginger ass. And a nice glass of Ginger pussy juice completes the wholesome meal."

Ginger cried out in ecstasy at their double ****. Her only real gripe was that her two customers were too timid. As she lay on the floor with her face in the carpet and her ass up in the air, she said, "Toe me."

"What?" said a confused Suzanne. "Tow you? To where?"

"No, toe me. Stick your toes in my cunt. Do what you want. Go wild. You have me naked, tied up and helpless. Get medieval on my ass! I love it when my ass gets seriously abused. We've got the toys around here to do anything."

But neither Suzanne nor Katherine really wanted to put their toes in someone else. They were getting tired of the whole S&M thing. They were also well aware that there was a lot of fun waiting for them at home and that they needed to save their energy for that, so they reluctantly untied Ginger and went to the front of the store to make their purchases.

When all was said and done, Suzanne ended up paying for over three thousand dollars in clothing and sexual paraphernalia. A majority of her purchases were for Susan.

To their surprise, Ginger did end up giving them a ten percent discount. She joked, "I forgot about the corporate rule that a Ginger sandwich IS good for ten percent off. I wish more customers knew about it! After all, we want to encourage repeat customers. Our goal is to have you cum again and again."

Katherine smiled wryly and corrected, "You mean come back again and again."

"That too," Ginger replied, barely able to keep a straight face. "I seriously wish I could give an even bigger discount, but I don't own the place. Maybe you could get an even bigger discount if you bring your master in and have him help try on some clothes. I wouldn't mind getting in some trouble for that. And if you introduce his penis to Stephanie, the owner, you just might end up getting everything for free. Who knows? But call first and make sure I'm working that day."

Chapter 5

As Suzanne drove back home, she said to Katherine, "Angel, I liked Ginger. Do you think we should introduce her to our Sweetie? Not to mention that other woman? That was quite an offer she made."

"Hmmm. Brother would definitely like her; she's beautiful enough. And she's apparently single and has the right 'can do me' spirit. But frankly I've got too much competition for his time as it is. I don't want one more. Or two, for that matter. And to be honest, we don't know enough about her yet. Maybe later on."

"I'm with you on that," said Suzanne. "Especially the part about finding out more about her. We acted too rashly today, I suppose. I'll put that on my 'to-do' list. But if Sweetie says he wants more women to fuck, what do you think about that? In general, I mean."

Katherine carefully replied, "Well, I think that, first and foremost, we need to take such good care of him and his cock that he won't need many other women."

"True. I couldn't agree more. But I noticed you said 'many' instead of 'any.'"

"I'm just trying to be realistic," Katherine said unhappily. "It's obvious he has some kind of special sexual talent. He's a natural! And his stamina is, like, ten times more than I'd ever imagined! He's already working his way through the cheerleading squad. It probably won't be long before he's fucking every single one of us, including Amy and me."

Suzanne thought that was a very interesting tidbit indeed, although the mention of Amy in that context made her frown.

Katherine continued, "So, yeah, of course he's going to fuck other women. I'm not thrilled about it, to say the least, but what can I do? I'm just one of his fuck toys."

Suzanne said, "Given that he's going to be playing the field, don't you think we should help him find other women to fuck? That would have several advantages. For one, that'll allow us some quality control. We can make sure they're cleared of sexual diseases and so forth, first, and also make sure they aren't psycho or other kind of troublemakers. And we can also make sure they aren't TOO good!"

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, he's going to want some variety, especially starting out. He's like a kid in a candy store, discovering his new sexual talents. I'm sure he'll feel like fucking most any beautiful and busty babe he sees. That's okay, assuming we check for the diseases and such. But what we want is to have him spend most of his time with us, and ultimately focus nearly all of his sexual energies on us. So the occasional 'piece of strange' is fine. But what if he finds some really impressive girl, like Christine?"

"She had her chance and turned him down," Katherine pointed out. "Thank God!"

"I know. Although ... who knows what might happen there, eventually. But I mean someone like her. Someone he can fall in love with. We have to steer him clear of those types, because there just isn't enough of him to go around."

"Amen, sister! Aunt Suzy, I like the way you think! To be honest, I kind of get off on him fucking random bombshells, and the sexier the better, because that validates all over again what a total stud he is! It makes me burn with jealousy, but it makes me totally wet too! But I worry about Christine and types like her, the ones who are stunning AND smart. So your plan is perfect!"

Suzanne was pleased Katherine agreed. "I think it makes the most sense. How would you see Ginger possibly fitting into that? Is she a threat to us?"

Katherine replied, "A girl like Ginger is nice enough, but really no competition for his affections compared to the likes of you and me. She's fuck-worthy, sure, but she's not a perfect ten like, say, you are. And she's not that stacked, and we know how much he loves that. Plus, I can't see her clicking with him personality-wise, and she seems to be into some freaky stuff. I see him fucking her a few times, at most."

"Agreed. Admittedly, we don't know much about her yet, but I can't see Sweetie falling in love with her."

Katherine nodded. "So let's keep her in mind, in case he asks for a new fuck partner. She seemed very keen on meeting our mystery man, and like I said she has a good 'can do me' slutty spirit. So I'm sure she'd be game. But our main goal should be to keep our master so well fucked that he won't want anyone else."

"Do you really have to call him 'master?'" Suzanne asked. "Isn't that a bit much?"

Katherine hadn't meant to say that out loud, but now that she had, she shyly asked, "Can I just say it around you? It turns me on."

Suzanne raised an eyebrow and looked at Katherine questioningly. Finally, she said, "He IS just your brother, you know. I know he's very sexually exciting to be with, but we have to keep things in perspective. When all is said and done, he's just an eighteen-year-old high school student, not some all-powerful master type."

Katherine frowned. "I know. But I'm enjoying this fantasy, okay? I guess I must be the naturally submissive type, because in my dreams, I like to think of him as my master."

Suzanne rolled her eyes. "Whatever. You know, by calling him 'Master, ' that implies you're his ****."

"I'm aware of that. I'm my brother's fuck-toy sister. I take that title pretty seriously. It's basically the same as '****.' He's still my brother, of course, and he always will be. I love that. But my role is to sexually serve him, no matter what. No limits! And, of course, I belong to him and him alone. I wouldn't think of so much as kissing any other guy."

As Suzanne drove, she glanced over at Katherine with concern. "I know you're a very passionate girl, and your love for him runs deep. You're siblings, best friends, lovers, and more. But are you sure you know what you're getting into when you say that?"

"Nope! I don't! But that's okay. I'm diving off into the great unknown. I'm sure there will be problems and adjustments, but we'll overcome. His fuck toy is exactly what I want to be. I've had that fantasy for a couple of years now. And look at Mom. She doesn't say 'fuck toy' much due to her rule against incestuous fucking, but she basically wants the same thing."

Suzanne said, "I don't know if you really know what you're saying. Sure, it's all fun and games now, but what if he tells you to do something you'd truly hate to do?"

Katherine smiled fondly as she thought of him. "That'll never happen, because he loves me. If he knows I hate it, he's not going to **** me to do it."

Suzanne shook her head. "I have a feeling I'm not going to make a dent in your ideas right now, so I'll drop it ... for now. I guess that's why they have the saying, 'Whatever turns you on.'"

"Hey, you were getting off on calling him 'Master' too. I saw you."

"I did not! I never called him that."

"Okay, maybe not, but you were getting off on it when I did."

"I was not!"

"Was too!"

Suzanne finally rolled her eyes. "Whatever." But she was disturbed that there was some truth in what Katherine had said. She vowed to be careful about letting herself go in that regard. She finally added, "You know how much I care for you. We're family, close family. I'm just concerned for you, that's all. I don't want to see you get hurt by going overboard with your enthusiasm."

"Thank you. I appreciate that. But I can handle myself."

After a pause, Katherine asked, "By the way, what about Susan? Why aren't you getting on her case when she calls herself Brother's 'personal cocksucker' and 'sex toy' and the like?"

Suzanne replied carefully, "Her situation is ... complicated. I'm needing to resort to **** indoctrination methods to get her to shed her prudish persona for good and to completely embrace her sexual side. We'll all benefit greatly once all the walls come down and everybody can fuck everybody else. It'll be like we'll have our own little sexual and loving utopia!"

Katherine nodded. "That's what I'm totally rooting for, every single day. I'm not criticizing; I think what's happening to her is fantastic. But she's getting really into a submissive attitude, and it just makes everyone that much more aroused. It's got the whole house hopping with non-stop fun! So if it's good for her, why can't it be good for me?"

Suzanne said, "Look. If you want to call yourself his 'fuck toy, ' fine. I'm not going to stop you. I'm just saying be careful, and don't box yourself into any corners. You may get tired of him calling all the shots pretty quickly. After all, it's not like you're a wallflower type. You've always been very outspoken about what you want."

"And I still will be. I'm an uppity fuck toy, and he gets that. I know it's weird, but it works for us."

"If you say so."

"I do."

There was a lull in the conversation for a while.

As Suzanne continued to drive home, she started to have big second thoughts about what they'd done, now that her arousal level was returning to normal. She said, "I suppose what happened with Ginger tonight worked out okay, but we really can't do that kind of thing again, together or alone."

Katherine nodded.

Suzanne added, "You know I've had many affairs."

"Sure. I don't know the details of course, just that you went through a long phase of that after you and Eric were all but divorced."

Suzanne sighed, as that brought up a lot of bad memories that she didn't want to think about or discuss. "Yeah, well, over time I developed some security protocols. I didn't just jump into bed with anybody; I had the person carefully checked out first. There are too many things that can go wrong. Like I was saying before, the person could turn out to be psycho, or careless about STDs, or whatever. But obviously, I didn't do that with Ginger. I don't know what came over me."

Katherine said, "I do. Obviously, you just wanted to be a little risqué and show off, but things kind of spiraled out of control. The Plummer house has been like a sex inferno lately, and we've all gone a little bit sex mad. We were too horny to say no."

Suzanne sighed again. "Yeah, that pretty much sums it up. I don't know what's wrong with me; I'm letting my pussy rule my brain. In any case, please don't let me do that again. I know being spontaneous is fun, but it pays to be careful."

"Okay."

They didn't mention Ginger at all back at home, but both Katherine and Suzanne now had a new favorite store for buying lingerie.

Katherine also started referring to Alan as "master," but only when she and Suzanne were alone together. Suzanne found the term both repugnant and strangely exciting at the same time, but she made a point of never using it herself. She wanted to be the one in charge.

The night was still young when they arrived home, and Suzanne had an idea on how they could best show off their new purchases for Alan. She was very confident that he would love it.

Chapter 6

Alan had continued to study while Suzanne and Katherine were shopping.

Amy came over and worked on her homework with Alan, sitting next to him. She wore short shorts and a white T-shirt with a low-cut collar that she made sure usually hung open for him to peek inside.

Susan was extremely frustrated. She'd been looking forward to a long, satisfying cocksucking while Katherine and Suzanne were gone. But if there was one valid reason not to do that, it was to let him do his homework. Obviously, that had a higher priority.

Even so, Susan had her new "stealth stroking" idea, and she wanted to at least try that out, if he insisted on doing his homework now. She was now more than willing to suck or stroke his penis in front of Suzanne or Katherine, Amy's presence still gave her pause. She didn't understand how far he had gone with Amy in private, so she continued to think of Amy as a sexual innocent who would be safe with her son, and she worried Amy would be "corrupted" by seeing her "stealth" help.

But most importantly, she thought it would be highly irresponsible to stop the two teenagers from doing homework just to meet her own cocksucking desires. She understood that she was even more excited about the idea tonight than he was, and she felt guilty about that.

Rather remarkably, Alan and Amy actually did focus on their homework, although they chatted a lot during their breaks.

So Susan unhappily worked on things around the house to keep herself busy. This continued until about nine-thirty, when Katherine and Suzanne finally returned with their arms full of shopping bags. They'd been gone about two and a half hours.

Susan had cooled off considerably by that time, and she was thoroughly bummed that she had been denied Alan's cock while they were out. She was forlorn that now they were back, it seemed her big opportunity had been lost. The night was getting late, and there was school tomorrow.

However, it turned out the fun was just starting.

The two happy shoppers snuck off to Katherine's room and hid many of their purchases, including much that they had bought for Susan. Some of their purchases for her, like the regular and strap-on dildos, they didn't want to show yet. But most of their items they wanted to show off right away.

Finally they were ready. They moved to the living room and then called Susan, Alan, and Amy to come and join them. Suzanne suggested, "Katherine and I just bought a mountain of sexy clothes. I'm thinking it would be fun that us ladies could put on an impromptu fashion show to display the new clothing we've bought! Of course, the focus will be getting a good, cocky reaction out of our young man here." She smiled at Alan.

Susan had cooled down considerably. She complained, "That seems terribly improper. What happens if Tiger, well, if he gets engorged and aroused?"

Suzanne shrugged. "I imagine we'll help him out right there. That'll certainly allow him to enjoy our little impromptu fashion show all the more."

Susan frowned. "Do you realize what you're suggesting? I mean, sure, if it was one or two of us. But there are FOUR of us and him! Including AMY!" She glanced Amy's way.

Alan pointed out, "Mom, didn't you say more than once that nothing should be denied me? Certainly there's no rule-breaking planned here, just lots of nudity. That's lots of good inspiration for my daily needs."

"Well, that's true ... I suppose." Susan's lust was starting to rise as she imagined stripping all her clothes off in front of her hunky son.

"Not only that, but aren't you supposed to wear what I tell you to? What if I order you to change into those outfits?"

"You could," Susan conceded. "But what about Amy?"

Suzanne said, "I understand that you're worried. And believe me, I worry about her too. But she's got a role to play in helping our Sweetie out. She certainly can help out with some sexy visual stimulation."

"Yeay!" Amy bounced on her feet excitedly. "But what'll I wear?!"

Katherine replied, "Don't worry, Amy, you can model some of my outfits." Nothing had been explicitly bought for Amy, mostly because Suzanne still wasn't very comfortable with Amy getting into the "sexing things up." On top of that, Amy hadn't been present to make any clothing requests.

"Oh goody!" Amy replied, shucking off her T-shirt right there, knowing that Alan liked to see her topless. "Let's go get changed."

"That's not what I meant," Susan complained. Her concern was primarily about protecting Amy's innocence, but she was clearly behind the curve on that point.

Suzanne commented, "Oh, come on - if I can handle including Amy, then you can. I'm not crazy about the idea of including her, but they're right. It's just a little visual stimulation, and Amy has done that much for him many times lately. Remember what she saw at the beach yesterday, for instance. I'll bet you're just worried everyone will be showing off clothes but you. Don't worry; we've got lots of very sexy stuff you can model for your cutie Tiger."

The happy prospect of Susan strutting her naked or nearly naked body in front of her hunky son broke the last of her resistance. "Well, I suppose..."

Suzanne spoke confidently, "Trust me. Have I ever steered you wrong? You're gonna love this."

All the females went to an adjacent room to change. Susan was delighted at the purchases they'd made on her behalf, which caused her mood to improve rapidly.

Katherine promised Amy that the two of them would go back to the same store and pick up some more things soon, making Amy feel much better. Katherine mentioned something about how Amy would really like the "ten percent sandwich discount" there, but Amy didn't understand what that phrase meant.

Susan continued to make her usual "It's so improper" complaints, but Suzanne knew just what to do to silence her. She had Susan go first, while everyone else gathered on sofas to watch. Alan got pride of place, right in the middle of the centrally located sofa, with the others gathered around him.

Initially, things were very awkward. Susan stood before Alan and the other women dumbly, burning with embarrassment. Her outfit had a Western theme. She wore a cowboy hat, Lara Croft-styled utility top that showed off her ample cleavage, blue-jean-styled bikini briefs, and cowboy boots. It was a fairly conservative outfit in comparison to some she could have worn, since it didn't directly expose her pussy, nipples, or ass crack. But Suzanne thought they should start slowly and build gradually, turning up the heat on Alan gradually until the situation reached some sort of boiling point.

Susan was burning with embarrassment and hid her eyes. She rarely thought of her husband Ron anymore, but for some strange reason the idea popped into her head of her husband looking from afar into their house and seeing her dressed like an erotic cowgirl. Oh my goodness! What if he could see me prancing around in front of all these other people, like some kind of shameless strumpet?! He still is my husband, technically speaking. I can't imagine what his reaction would be, unless it was an actual heart attack!

The mental image of this confrontation bothered and shamed her. She also was painfully reminded of the fact that she was still wearing his wedding ring.

"How do you like the outfit?" Suzanne asked her best friend. "Does it get two thumbs up?"

"It gets one finger up," she answered in an exasperated voice, giving Suzanne her middle finger. She didn't even realize she'd made a joke of sorts. It was the first time she'd ever flipped the bird at anyone, and it felt good. "You know, this is all your fault, Suzanne. Why the heck did you have to pick this outfit out for me? I look ... dorky!"

"What do you think, Alan?" Suzanne asked. "'Dorky?'" She didn't know what he'd say to describe his mother, but she was sure it wouldn't be "dorky."

Alan answered, "Mom, you look totally hot! I think I'm gonna faint from the heat radiating from you. It's like standing near the sun. God, that outfit makes me soooo horny."

Susan was very pleased, especially since she could clearly see a bulge in his shorts. She blushed even more and pushed her arms against her sides like a shy little girl, but in doing so she also caused her tits to push forward even more. "You think so?" she asked coquettishly.

"Definitely, Mom! Check it out!" He ran his fingers over his bulge, causing it to tent the fabric even more. "My dick is just about to explode with hot cum just from looking at you!"

She grinned. "Well, why on Earth did you make me wear this without my glasses? I want to see all that hard, throbbing, cocky goodness. You know I can hardly see a thing without them."

"Sorry, Mom. Just for this one time, I thought it would make you look even more exotic and different. And it sure does. I seriously can't even believe this is the same mother who drove me to soccer practice all those years and made such great birthday cakes ever since I was a baby."

Susan smiled. "That's me!" But she still seemed nervous and uncertain.

So he said, "I've got an idea. Since your vision isn't so good, why don't you come over here and feel my package. That way you'll know for sure how much I love your outfit."

"Well, if you insist." Betraying her supposed ****, she rushed forward. Her vision without glasses wasn't bad enough to prevent her from immediately finding the big lump in his crotch.

Suzanne prodded her, "Don't stop there! His cock is stiff and needs your help! Whip it out!"

Susan looked around nervously. She began unthinkingly stroking his bulge. "What, you want me to unzip him and just start stroking him, in front of everybody?!"

"Sure." Suzanne smirked at Alan. "It's not like you're against that idea, are you?"

He chuckled. "Definitely not! Go for it, Mom!"

Susan was extremely embarrassed about all the others watching. But she was so cock-hungry after the last several hours while he did his homework with Amy that she couldn't help herself. "Well, if you insist..." She unzipped his fly and wrapped both hands around his bare erection.

"Aaaaah..." she sighed contentedly. She closed her eyes and tried to forget the others, or her ridiculous outfit. Her worries flew out the window as she began to stroke. Mmmm!

For a full minute or two, the room was dead silent except for the sound of Susan's heavy breathing and her sliding fingers. They started to make squishy noises as his pre-cum began to flow and lubricate.

However, Suzanne eventually said, "Enough of that. Sweetie, please make her stop or this fashion show will never get off the ground. Susan, when you're done, you can go back to helping him feel nice and stiff. But first, you need to strut your stuff."

"Oh, POO!" Susan was mightily upset to be pulled away from her son's erection (which remained exposed but untouched), but now her mood was completely different than before. Whereas before she had seemed ****, now she radiated pure desire. But still she stood there awkwardly, because she didn't know what she was supposed to do next.

"I know!" Katherine exclaimed suddenly. "Brother, you know what Mom totally reminds me of? A porn star! She looks totally like some kind of porn star in a cowboy-themed movie. Some corny porn flick like 'Fuck-off at the O. K. Corral' or something like that."

Alan laughed, but he had to agree. "You're right. She is SUCH a total porn star! She needs a name like Darlin' Debbie or Janet Juggs or something. Oh, I know. Suckin' Susan."

Everyone guffawed at the appropriateness of that.

Susan blushed a bit, but grinned too. She kind of liked it, now that she was horny at least, but she was too embarrassed to admit that to the others.

Then Alan commented, "You know, Sis, I'm amazed at just how similar you and Mom look when she has her glasses off. It's hard to believe you were adopted. So, if Mom looks like a porn star, do you know what that makes you look like?"

Katherine giggled, while eyeing his erection poking through his fly. "An upstanding, prudish, God-fearing, church-going fuddy-duddy?"

"No!" Alan said, and since Katherine was in reach, he leaned over and started tickling her.

Everyone laughed at the good fun, but Susan still seemed nervous and ****. So Alan said to her, as the tickling of his sister let up, "Mom, sorry if it seems like we're laughing at you, but this is so much fun. And the idea of you being a cowgirl porn star makes me soooo friggin' horny. Geez. This is my mom we're looking at here! Everyone should stay away from me because I'm a serious fire hazard. I'm about ready to burst into flames. The only thing that could make me any hotter, Mom, is if you dance around a bit."

"Hrm." Susan stood there looking doubtful. She was torn between arousing her son and further embarrassment. If only one of the others would have been watching, she would have had no hesitation, but three other pairs of eyes felt like a crowd to her. The thought came to her, I've come this far. A little dancing is nothing compared to some of the things I've done lately. After all, this is for my son. Let's face it: I'm basically one of his personal, big-titted sex toys now. This is what we do. I love him, and it's my job to please him sexually!

Finally, she smiled, and said with a playful accent, "Well, partner, I reckon I could do just a little bit of dancin'."

"That's the spirit!" he said. But the disco hit "Le Freak" by Chic was playing, and Alan thought that seemed very inappropriate for his mother's outfit. He jumped up and went to the CD player, holding his erection against his stomach as he went. "Just a sec. Ah. Here." He put on the Blues Brothers' version of "Rawhide," the theme song from the old cowboy TV series.

Susan wasn't gifted like Suzanne at doing accents or improvisational dialogues, so she just tipped her hat, said, "Thanks, partner," and started moving her hips. She strutted and posed to the music, hesitantly at first, but more boldly with every passing second.

After only a couple of minutes the song ended and the music changed styles, but she was on too much of a roll to stop. Alan switched the music to "Knock on Wood" by Eddie Floyd, and that beat worked just fine for Susan. She galloped around and whooped it up as if she were at a hoe-down. She completely abandoned herself to her dance.

Suzanne called time at the end of that song, so Susan ended her dancing, to great applause.

By then, Alan's mother was a solid convert to the whole fashion show idea. She rushed back to the changing room like a kid who'd just discovered an exciting amusement park ride and was hurrying back to the line to ride it over and over again.

Each of the four women took turns modeling. One would stand in front of the other three and Alan and sexily model an outfit for a few minutes. Then all four women would disappear into the adjacent room, pick out another item, and help the next person up to put it on. There would be a lot of discussion amongst the women over which item to wear, and how best to accessorize it. That left Alan alone a lot of the time, but he didn't mind, considering the show he would get each time if he only had a little patience.

Suzanne was next to model.

While she walked to the makeshift stage area, the other women sat down on the sofas to watch.

Susan sat next to Alan and began stroking his still erect and exposed rod. She muttered quietly, "Suzanne says it's okay, but I'm only allowed to do this while someone's on stage. Is that okay with you?"

"Mom, you know I love it! You're the best."

Sure enough, Susan kept at it, sliding her hands all over his erection every chance she had until Suzanne would call time again.

Alan was amazed at her stamina in being able to jack him off for long periods of time without getting tired. She rubbed his sweet spot nearly non-stop, keeping him buzzing with great pleasure.

When it was Susan's turn to model an outfit, Katherine would temporarily take over the cock stroking. But when no one was on the stage, Alan was left alone while the women all worked as a team in the next room to quickly dress whoever had the next turn. This start and stop stroking kept bringing him to the edge and letting him fall back, so he could last even longer than usual.

Amy was particularly excited to be included. She realized that it was another important step toward her full acceptance in the sexual "gang." She modeled her first item, which consisted of long black gloves, long black boots, a top hat, a small, rigid mask, a cane, a small leather piece barely covering her tits, and another one barely covering her pussy.

"Hey, I'm on stage!" she cried out.

"How is it over there?" Alan asked while Susan jacked him off. Katherine was sitting on the other side of him, cuddled into him and occasionally nibbling or licking his ear. He felt like a king.

Amy beamed. "I love it! It's, like, super incredonourmouslywondertastic! Gosh, this is just like Halloween all over again, except more fun and way more sexy!"

She held her cane in her hand, expertly twirling it around in the air.

"But you know what's really cool?" she asked. "I can act totally all stripper-y. Like I can just take this off..." she pulled her leather panties off and flung them across the room.

Suzanne stood up, alarmed. "Honey Pie!"

Alan joked as he stared at Amy's bare, shaved pussy, "That is one name for it." But seeing Suzanne's distress he said, "Aunt Suzy, she's a woman now. You can't stop that. Let her be free."

Katherine chimed in, "Yeah! She's like the last virgin in school, just about. What's the harm of a little striptease?"

Suzanne sat back down, not very happy. She sighed sadly, "My little baby. My Honey Pie."

Amy removed her mask, but wisely decided to keep her top on, what little fabric there was of it. She also tried to keep a hand over her pussy for her mother's sake. But the stereo was blaring out "Turn Off the Light" by Nelly Furtado - Katherine had put it on, knowing it was one of Amy's most favorite songs - and Amy couldn't resist dancing to it.

Keeping her pussy covered soon fell by the wayside as she got more and more into it, especially during the more lively choruses. In fact, she put a lot of her recently learned cheerleader moves to use. She ended with her legs lewdly spread in front of Alan, just like she sometimes ended a cheerleader routine with the splits.

Alan and the others gave her a big round of applause.

Everyone clapped, that is, except for Suzanne, who complained, "That's enough, dear. As Susan no doubt would put it, that's a little improper."

Amy said, "What? I thought Alan loves pussies. Bo, don't you like my pussy? I'm keeping it shaved just for you." She remained splayed out on the floor right in front of him. That enabled him to see every detail of her invitingly open and very wet pussy lips.

Susan protested, "Enough, Amy. Please. Listen to your mother. Don't push your luck." Naturally, she was still rubbing her son's sweet spot.

"M'kay." Amy got up very slowly, and obviously very reluctantly. She didn't want the fun to end.

Suzanne simply announced, "Next!"

Katherine stood up and said, "Hey, why don't we break out the wine?"

Alan nodded. "Good idea."

As Katherine went to get the wine, Alan thought, Sis is smart. Aunt Suzy is too uptight about Aims. She needs to loosen up, and what better way to do that than to get her tipsy? I should have thought of that myself, but with all the sexy sights and the way Mom keeps stroking, I'm lucky if I can remember my own name.

The bottle of wine was polished off in no time at all, since the women wanted a little "liquid courage" to loosen their inhibitions on stage.

Susan kept on jacking off her son during the drink break. The times his penis was left untended were getting shorter and fewer, since she sat with him as much as possible.

The show went on and everyone was feeling better and better. After Amy's stunt, stripping soon became the norm. Many outfits covered up private parts at first, but those parts were almost always uncovered by the time that turn on stage was over.

After a few outfits, Suzanne wore one made out of an unusual, fuzzy material.

Alan asked her, "What's it made out of?"

Suzanne answered by striking an inviting pose and saying saucily, "You should try feeling it yourself."

"Come here!" he commanded. Lust was making him bold.

Suzanne stood right between his legs with her hands on the top of her head.

With Susan's fingers constantly sliding all over his cum-soaked hard-on, he brazenly explored Suzanne's fuzzy outfit, and even under her outfit. The only thing he avoided was Suzanne's pussy, since Susan would have objected.

Susan looked up at Suzanne with awe, and muttered, "So hot!" She leaned her topless body against her son's side, and asked him, "Are you going to do that to me, when it's my turn?"

"Of course." Susan happened to be partly dressed. With a hand still on Suzanne's bare ass in front of him, he pulled the straps off Susan's shoulders and playfully rolled her nearest erect nipple in his fingers. "I'm probably going to do something like this."

Susan bit her lip. "Oh GOD! Dear Lord, give me strength!" She wanted to drop her head down and engulf his cockhead, but she contented herself with stroking with both hands.

From that point on, no modeling of an item was over until Alan got to feel the outfit, which quickly turned into a feeling up of the wearer's entire body. He would make various comments, like, "Look, Aunt Suzy; this doesn't cover your bush at all," and would proceed to feel up her bush to prove his point. While his comments were stating the obvious, they were all part of the game.