Show Me: Part 3

Chapter 7

When Suzanne's next turn came up, she hadn't even reached the area they'd designated as the stage when Katherine yelled, "Time out!"

"What?" An annoyed Suzanne froze and turned around to see what the problem was.

Katherine folded her arms defiantly, causing her rack to thrust up and out. "I don't think you should be able to walk like that."

Suzanne raised an eyebrow in slight amusement. "Like what?"

Katherine pointed accusingly at Suzanne's long legs. "Like that! You know what I mean. The super sexy way you walk."

"Sashaying?" Suzanne suggested.

"Yeah. That. It's not fair. It's far too sexy! None of the rest of us know how to do that. Why, it's barely even anatomically possible! First, your hips sway so far to one side that it seems like you're bound to fall over, but somehow you don't, and then the same thing happens on the other side, but you don't fall over that way either. It's crazy! How do you even do that?!"

Suzanne grinned knowingly. "Practice. Lots of practice." She showed off by slowly sashaying across the room, right in front of Alan.

Amy said, "She has a good point. I mean, Mom, it's super duper intimidating to the rest of us. The way you put one foot directly in front of the other, and make your boobies bounce all around, it's just too hot. How are we supposed to compete with that? Look what it's doing to Alan's boner!"

All eyes went to Alan's crotch. Susan's hands were slipping and sliding up and down it, as usual. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Susan even happened to be employing her most commonly used corkscrew move, which she liked to do with her hands as well as her lips.

But still, Katherine seized on the support from Amy to say, "Yeah! And the outfit you're wearing isn't fair either. The top is okay, but your ass is only 'covered' by a string wedged so deeply in your ass crack that it might as well not be there. If I were Alan, I'd be totally jizzing right now, just from you standing there!"

"Yeah!" Amy emphatically agreed. She and Katherine were sitting apart, so they made high-five motions toward each other.

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To quell the dispute, Susan suggested, "Suzanne, the girls have a good point - you're miles ahead of the rest of us with your fancy sashaying and all the other sexy ways you move your body, pretty much all the time. For instance, look at how you're standing with your back turned, cocking your hip in an enticing way, and subtly tugging on your G-string like you're liable to pull it all the way down at any moment. And you haven't even reached the stage yet! Look what you're doing to my poor Tiger!"

Again all eyes went to Alan, and specifically to his erection. As before, his dick didn't seem different in any meaningful way. Although Susan was expertly stroking it with both hands, using different rhythms and motions with each hand, and although the pre-cum was flowing freely, he didn't seem particularly close to cumming.

Suzanne had been keeping her full ass in view, but now she turned around and put a hand on a hip, striking another sexy pose in the process. "Look. That's just how I am. I've moved in a sensual manner for so long that it occurs without any thought. Besides, I don't see a problem here. After all, isn't the entire point of our little fashion show to keep his cock stiff and throbbing with pleasure?"

The room went silent, except for the squishy sound of Susan's fingers sliding through Alan's pre-cum, because no one could disagree with that. In fact, Susan thought, This is such a thrill! The four of us really have become his sex toys! I'm so pleased to see that Amy's totally into it too. Soon, she'll be one of his official personal cocksuckers. How can I keep still when so many momentous things are happening?!

Suzanne asked in her scratchy yet sultry purr, "Sweetie, does the way I walk bother you?"

He replied, a little out of breath, "Bother me? Are you kidding?! The way you, uh, sashay, um ... swaying your hips, your ass cheeks bouncing and swaying from side to side ... UGH!" He lost his train of thought and had to close his eyes, because Suzanne seemed to want to act out what he was saying. She resumed sashaying around the room in her ultra-arousing style.

Katherine triumphantly pointed out, "See? See what I mean? If you keep that up, you're gonna make him give up all his cum, and much too soon. He's gonna squirt a big creamy load all over Mom, and then he'll be dry for the rest of us. I'll bet all he can think about now is your ass, and touching your smooth silky skin, and what it would feel like to rub his stiff cock against it."

At that, Suzanne turned back around so he could have another very good look at the ass they were discussing. She didn't realize his eyes were closed.

Susan leaned in towards Alan and licked his ear. She purred in a sultry voice right into it, "Son, is that true? Are you thinking right now of rubbing your hard cock against Suzanne's ass?" He didn't answer immediately, so she just kept on expertly stroking his boner with both hands. "Are you thinking about what it would be like if you could stick your cock deep in her ass crack, so her firm ass cheeks could massage it for you? Would you like it if your big-titted mommy held it and fondled it while you dry-humped your big-titted auntie's ass?"

Even as she kept on licking the ridge of his ear, she said with unusual ****, "Son, look at me when I'm talking to you!"

At that, he unthinkingly opened his eyes. However, he couldn't look at Susan's face since her lips were nibbling his earlobe. Instead, he was startled to see Suzanne's effectively bare ass up close, directly in front of him. She was standing between his legs, putting her ass so close that he could have leaned forward and rubbed his face against it. Not only that, but it was swaying both side to side and forward and back, as if she was getting slowly fucked (and greatly enjoying it!).

"HOT DAMN!" he exclaimed in surprise. He was so overcome with sheer arousal that he was on his way to climaxing in a matter of seconds.

Susan had seen Suzanne carefully moving between his legs without touching him, and she had wanted him to get that erotic surprise when he opened his eyes. She stopped her stroking and just lovingly cradled his erection until his wave of arousal passed. She couldn't resist kissing and licking along his jaw line a little too, even though she knew she was pushing her luck. This is such fun! Tiger is using Suzanne and me as his personal sex toys - at the same time! I know things are getting too arousing for him, but how can I stop when his cock is so thick and strong in my hands?

With all the sexy walking lessons Suzanne's been giving me, soon that will be ME getting him rock hard and ready to cum just from walking around! I'm not ready yet - I still stumble a bit - but when I AM ready my cutie Tiger won't be able to resist; he'll have his big-titted sex cow mommy kneeling and slurping and sucking up an explosion of spermy goodness! I can't wait!

Katherine objected, "I think we somehow went from talking about Aunt Suzy needing to tone things down to teasing him and getting him even MORE horny. Can we get back to the topic at hand?"

Susan had been just as transfixed as Alan by Suzanne's slowly undulating, dancing ass. She asked with a start, "What? Oh. Yes. Back on track. Um ... We were talking about Tiger rubbing his cock all over Suzanne's perfect ass, smearing trails of cum across her silky skin, running his hands down her-"

Katherine huffed in exasperation, "Before that. Remember, I was suggesting that Aunt Suzy tone things down a bit with her sashaying tonight, so that Amy and I don't feel so outclassed? She's hogging the spotlight, even when it's not her turn."

Susan said, "Oh, yes. Sorry." She resumed sensuously licking Alan's jaw, almost like she was somehow licking his dick by proxy. "Suzanne, maybe you could take it a bit easy tonight? Especially with the sashaying. I must admit that I also find that very daunting." She didn't mention that she herself was taking sashaying lessons from Suzanne, because she wasn't ready to unveil her new skills to Alan until she was fully ready.

Suzanne sighed. "Very well. Susan, I promise not to sashay for the rest of the evening. I'll try to walk more or less normally. But, in return, thanks to all this talk about Sweetie rubbing his cock against my bum, I'd like to sit down on his lap right now so that he can do just that." She quickly pulled the rest of her outfit off, leaving her in just her high heels.

Susan started to say, "I don't know about that. That sounds very improp-UGH!" She grunted in mid-word, because Suzanne didn't wait but plopped herself into Alan's lap, with her back to him so her ass could be the focus of attention.

Susan was quick to adjust and reposition. She was careful to keep both her hands wrapped around Alan's hard-on, no matter what, trying to hold it away from Suzanne's wiggling ass.

Once Suzanne settled in, Susan complained, "Oh dear. I still don't know. This is borderline unacceptable, at the very least." She had a policy of not allowing more than one woman to touch Alan in a sexual way at a time, for fear that things would "descend into debauchery." But at the same moment that she was speaking those words, she was sliding Alan's cockhead across Suzanne's ass cheeks, even as all her fingers kept on fondling and stroking its long length.

Suzanne spoke confidently, "Nonsense. Susan. Let me teach you about something called a 'lap dance.' Do you know what that is?"

Susan shook her head 'No.'

"Then watch. This is something good big-titted mommies do for their sons." She shifted her rear a bit, causing the tip of Alan's cockhead to slide up into her ass crack. She smiled widely at that.

Amy said to Suzanne in a concerned voice, "Um, I don't mean to cut into the fun, but Mom, I think this is the official start of your turn. We'll give you five minutes, max." Although Amy was less up front about it than Katherine, she also worried sometimes about being outshone by Susan and Suzanne, so she wanted to make sure that her mother's next turn in the spotlight didn't last too long.

Suzanne grunted, "Fine." She was already focused on her lap dance. Thanks to Susan's earlier comments, she wanted to see if she could really trap Alan's cock with her ass cheeks and massage it.

Susan seemed to be of the same mind, rather obviously letting her lust get the best of her because she began to slide Alan's cockhead deeper into Suzanne's "ass cleavage."

Alan clutched at Suzanne's ass cheeks, marveling at how good they felt. Shit! Five minutes?! Between Mom's sliding hands and Aunt Suzy's rotating ass, how am I supposed to not cum for all that time?! Lord have mercy! Oh no! Why did I just reach around and grab Aunt Suzy's tits with both hands? I'm just making things more difficult for myself!

This wasn't a typical lap dance by any means, especially since Suzanne was facing away from him. She actually kept her ass relatively still, to goad Susan to take charge.

Sure enough, Susan couldn't resist rubbing Alan's cock against Suzanne's ass, even though that violated her rules. It was just too tempting. As she did so, she purred quietly to him, "Tiger, your auntie has a great ass, don't you think? Have you squirted your cum on it yet?"

He had to think before answering, "Um ... no."

"Well, you should! Look how you're leaving a cummy trail wherever I move it." Her fingers were flying up and down his shaft even as she rubbed his cockhead against Suzanne. "I think you should cum on her right now! Let Mommy help you. Cum for Mommy!"

When it became obvious that he wasn't going to cum that soon, Suzanne spun around in place. As she plastered her big bare tits against Alan's T-shirt covered chest, she looked to Susan sitting to the side and said, "Now, this is a more typical lap dance. The general rule at strip clubs is that the guy is not allowed to use his hands, and no fucking is allowed. The woman uses her body and feminine wiles to rub him all over until he cums."

Susan wasn't happy about this new position. It even more overtly violated her rule about not letting two women work on Alan at once. She worried orgies and total debauchery would follow if that was permitted. She stubbornly kept a tight hold of his cock, and griped, "I don't know about this. It seems somewhat improper. Can't we just get back to the fashion show?"

"We will in a minute," Suzanne said, just before she started to French kiss him.

Alan thought for sure he was going to cum at any moment. Susan kept right on stroking and rubbing his cock, even though her hand was pinned between his body and Suzanne's. And Suzanne bounced and gyrated all over him while he firmly clasped her ass cheeks.

But Katherine and Amy were keeping a close eye on the clock, and they called time at five minutes. Suzanne finally got off him.

He thought, WOW! I can't believe I somehow "survived" that! That was incredible! Between Mom and Aunt Suzy, it felt just as good as if I'd been orgasming the entire time, except I didn't actually shoot a load. I'm so psyched Mom allowed that. I hope we'll be doing a lot more of that from now on!

The only problem was, he was so overheated that when Suzanne finally got off his lap he wanted to take a long break so his heart and body could recover.

He did so, but his five minute break ended all too soon. He was still breathing heavily when Katherine sprung out of her seat and proclaimed, "Time's up! Let the show resume! My turn!"

Susan had been letting him rest. But her fingers wrapped around his shaft and went back to rubbing his sweet spot before Katherine even finished saying that.

He sighed quietly, I swear, they're gonna kill me tonight. But what a way to go!

Chapter 8

The game continued, and for a while the women made sure the breaks between performances were extra-lengthy so Alan really could recover some more. He was panting hard and clenching his PC muscle non-stop, even during the breaks.

The next time it was Susan's turn, Alan asked her, "Since there have been some fun costume-oriented themes, do you think you could dress up as a telephone operator?"

Susan considered that. "Well, I don't know. I mean, I can't really think of anything a telephone operator would wear that would be distinctive OR sexy. Why?"

"Well, it's this song." He got up and put a new CD in the CD player. (His erection bounced around freely as he did.) The song "Switchboard Susan" by Nick Lowe started to play.

Susan immediately decided she had a new favorite song. It had a good beat and melody, and it had telephone-themed lyrics about a sexy woman, but best of all, it had "Susan" in the lyrics. She especially loved the couplet: "When I'm near you girl, I get an extension / And I don't mean Alexander Graham Bell's invention."

She rushed off and quickly came back dressed "business hot," in the kind of formal but fancy business suit that Suzanne often wore. It wasn't exactly what a telephone operator would wear, but it looked sexy as hell on her. Then she proceeded to strip as the song played again.

Alan clapped and cheered as Katherine jacked him off. He particularly loved the line near the end of the song: "Hey babe, your number's great, 38-27-38."

She brought her hands to her now bare tits, waist, and hips as each body dimension was sung, as if she'd heard the song many times before and not just that once.

Susan was so excited that when the song ended she wanted to immediately put on the same clothes just so she could strip to the same tune again. Not only were her reservations about the fashion show obliterated, she was already hoping they could make this a regular event.

However, she still tried to maintain some boundaries, mostly because of Amy. For instance, each time they went to the other room to change, she could barely stop from fingering herself to relieve the tension, but she knew that as soon as she did, Katherine and Suzanne would eagerly do the same, and she worried what Amy would think of that.

Little did she know that Amy was only holding herself back from such frigging for fear of what her mother Suzanne would think. So all of the women got more and more aroused, but none of them could manage to get off.

As they continued to show off various outfits, Suzanne and Katherine especially began putting on spontaneous one-person mini-dramas.

Katherine went the furthest when she displayed a bunny outfit, which left her pussy, ass, and tits all uncovered from the very start.

As she modeled it (while Susan continued to "tend" to Alan's erection), she made up a dialogue that resembled a twisted version of Little Red Riding Hood. "Oh no!" she cried out in mock anguish. "I'm a helpless bunny, lying here on the floor. Oh dear! Here comes Alan, the big bad wolf! What is he going to do with me? Is he going to eat me? I hear wolves love to eat us cute bunnies. Oh no! It looks like he wants to eat my pussy, even though I'm hiding it right between my legs!"

She spread her legs wide at this point, exposing her pussy for all to see. "Big Bad Brother Wolf, what a big tongue you have!"

Susan frowned with displeasure at the "illegal" focus on the pussy. But she didn't want to interrupt.

Katherine put her hands on an imaginary head of someone licking her pussy, then shook all over with pleasure. "Mmmm! I guess it IS all the better for you to eat me with!" Then she frigged herself some more, thrusting in and out in time to the pounding beat of the Bee Gees' "Stayin' Alive."

But she went on, "Oh no, Big Bad Wolf, what a big penis you have!" She turned over and kicked her legs up in the air, bending them at the knees. "Oh, Alan, my sexy, well-hung brother, are you going to fuck me in the ass with your big bad cock?"

"Okay, that's enough, Angel," said Susan, while her hand still rhythmically slid up and down her son's stiff pole. "You went too far, with all that pussy and intercourse stuff. No feelies for you. Next!"

Susan was enjoying the show as much as anyone else, but realized they were right on the verge of losing all restraint. She was disturbed that Katherine would talk so openly about fucking her brother, and she made a mental note to lecture her about it later.

Katherine pouted, "No feelies? Mom, you're so mean!" "Feelies" was a term that had spontaneously coined during the show to refer to Alan's groping of their outfits. She complained some more, "I did an extra sexy display; I should get extra feelies!"

Susan made herself the arbiter of making sure such things didn't go too far. "Nope. Sorry. You crossed the line."

But Alan said, "Come on, Mom. Sis did a really good job and I want to check out her outfit."

"Well, okay. But remember, no touching her pussy this time. Which you shouldn't be doing anyway."

Inspired by Suzanne's lap dance, Katherine sat in his lap. She started sliding and grinding on him just like Suzanne did.

All the while, Susan's hand kept on pumping up and down his shaft. She was irked at her daughter for pushing her luck with the rules, so she tried to keep Alan's cock from her until the lap dance was over.

As time went on, things got more sexual, more wine was drunk, and Susan grew more lax about enforcing her boundaries. Good music continued to play, with people frequently changing CDs to choose favorite songs.

Alan's "groping of the outfits" grew more blatant, but still there were some boundaries that Susan demanded be observed. For instance, the "no pussy touching" rule was strictly maintained. And she remained insistent that Alan could only touch one woman at a time. The air was so thick with sexual excitement and frustration that one could cut it with a knife, and she was worried that a full-on orgy would break out.

She didn't count her own penis tending in this, however. So, in practice, Alan seemed to be in sexual contact with two women more often than not.

Rather incredibly, no one had climaxed yet, not even Alan. Everyone was right on the brink. Susan's handjob action was usually slow and delicate in order to make sure he didn't lose it too fast, which would have put a big damper on the show, possibly ending it completely. Katherine was similarly careful when she took over during Susan's turns "on the stage."

He was also still left alone during each change of clothing, giving him about five minutes each time to cool down somewhat. But he could only take so much physical and visual stimulation.

His endurance came to an end when Suzanne walked out in a "dress" that in fact was nothing but lines of chain links all over her body. Like the other women, at this point her pussy was already flowing like a faucet. One of the chains split her vulva and bush, and that was a big part of the reason she was leaking so much. With every step she took, with every movement of her lower body, the chain pulled tightly against her pussy, massaging her clit.

Appearing like that was more than she could take, and the rubbing of the clinking chains helped push her over the edge. She closed her eyes, stomped her feet a couple of times, and had an obvious orgasm while simply standing there in front of everyone.

As if that wasn't enough for Alan, Susan had been making sexy comments to him on each outfit to augment the handjob she was giving. This time, she whispered, "Look at Suzanne, Doesn't she look just like a **** at a **** auction? But don't worry; you already own her. She's your sex toy! Your sex ****, even! We all are!"

He cried out, "NO!" and frantically tried to push Susan's hands away from his rock-hard boner. He was **** not to cum, since he didn't think he'd be able to get erect again tonight.

But Susan could sense that he'd already crossed the point of no return. She happened to be playing with his balls as well, and she felt them tightening up. She jerked him off even more vigorously.

Within seconds, he lost it completely. His body thrashed around in one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever had.

But Susan wasn't deterred by his spasmodic movements. She bent over, locked her lips around his cockhead, and swallowed all his powerful squirts.

With Suzanne and Alan cumming, Katherine and Amy threw caution to the wind and blatantly fingered themselves. They had relatively quiet but very satisfying orgasms too. Only Susan didn't cum, since she was so intently sucking, but she was having a blast in more ways than one.

Katherine happened to be sitting on Alan's other side. With her one orgasm done, and while Susan continued to suck him while his penis slowly deflated, Katherine cuddled close and playfully ran her hands across his chest. She was still dressed in the last thing she'd modeled, which was a stethoscope, nurse's hat, sterilized gloves, and not much else. "I hear Mom whispering, and you know what finally set you off? It was when Mom called Aunt Suzy a sex ****!"

"No, you're wrong," he complained, but his face practically turned purple with embarrassment.

Katherine knew that she had found one of his hot buttons, that the "sex ****" comment was at least a big part of it, although admittedly by that point just about anything could have sent him over the edge, including what Suzanne did. "A-ha!" she cried triumphantly to the other women. "Look at his face! I'm totally right. Alan Plummer, Mr. Politically Correct himself, gets off on the idea of sex slavery! Is that fucked-up or what?" She giggled gleefully.

He protested, "No I don't! It was just that Aunt Suzy looks so gorgeous cumming with her blushing face like that. And Mom's slip-sliding fingers. And all the outfits. Christ, the outfits! Plus, the long, long build up. I mean, what Mom said, that was just ... It was one tiny part of it..."

Suzanne was still standing there in chains. She'd recovered from her orgasm, and she was smiling at him. Just the renewed sight of her and the thought of what she'd done a mere minute ago were likely to make him horny again. She purposely put her hands behind her back as if she were tied up, to emphasize the **** idea.

But his penis had begun to hurt, thanks to it being stroked for so very long, so he purposely turned away and tried to think unsexy thoughts. The fact that Susan was now licking his crotch completely clean didn't help matters any.

Suzanne thought to herself, That's odd. I really enjoyed the chain outfit. Really, really enjoyed it. Yet I've always been a dom. Just the other day I got off on spanking Katherine, so it's not like things have changed recently, have they? But maybe I can go both ways, dom and sub. I think maybe I just like sex in all its forms: any and every way to do it.

But I am NOT going to get all "I'm your submissive little fuck toy, Sweetie; I'll do your every whim like a mindless slut," the way Angel does with him. Not to mention what Susan says. That's just not dignified, and it's not necessary to have fun. I'm the one secretly directing things here, and I'm not going to run around calling someone else "Master," thank you very much!

Susan had gotten what she most wanted: a drink at Alan's fountain of cum. Furthermore, she sensed he was tired and wasn't going to get erect again soon. So, once she finished "cleaning" his cock and balls, she broke up the show. The show would have had to end soon anyway, as they'd modeled about fifteen outfits, new and old, and were beginning to run out of new things to display.

Everyone had a good time, and Susan noted approvingly to herself that although some boundaries were pushed, things hadn't gotten completely out of hand. Alan, for instance, had managed to keep his fingers actually out of any vaginas except for a few furtive pokes with the last few outfits when Susan wasn't paying attention, even though she'd seen him petting many bushes.

They all agreed that they should have another show soon, as this one seemed to have ended too quickly. Everyone secretly hoped that the mini-dramas would be more physically interactive with Alan the next time around.

Katherine, Suzanne, and Susan ran off to Susan's bedroom to look at the rest of the clothes and toys that had been bought, especially the ones that Alan wasn't supposed to see yet. Amy wasn't interested, since she knew it would only frustrate her that none of the new clothes were hers.

The bathroom was also heavily used as each female found the opportunity to relieve herself and get herself off.

What disturbed Susan when it was her turn was that, for once, it wasn't just the thought of Alan that occupied her when she was masturbating. She also thought about all the naked female bodies she'd seen. She couldn't get them out of her mind. But she told herself it was doubtless a one-time thing brought on by the fashion show, and all the sexy outfits, and the even more sexy poses.

Chapter 9

Alan and Amy were left alone in the living room.

By this time it was very late, but Amy wanted to wait for Suzanne so they could walk back home together. Amy was a bit disappointed that she didn't get to keep any of the outfits, and she tried to hide her sadness by suggesting that Alan play checkers with her.

They started to play, but his mind wasn't on the game. After seeing and feeling up four beautiful women, he was incredibly frustrated that he didn't actually get to end up fucking anybody.

Since Amy was sitting in front of him, with her big boobs nearly hanging out of her shirt as she leaned over the checkerboard on her elbows, he set his sights on her. In fact, she was such an inspiring sight that his penis unexpectedly fully engorged after only about ten minutes of checkers.

He'd noticed lately how simply taking his penis out of his shorts usually led to a good result, so he figured he'd try that again. "Sorry, Aims, but if you don't mind, can I take my dick out? I'm getting excited all over again from thinking about the show, and it's hurting being all cooped up in my shorts."

"Oh sure, Bo," she replied. "Do you need any help with it?"

"Actually, yeah." Too easy! he thought gleefully.

She clapped her hands. "Goody!" With one hand she took off her shirt, and with the other she took off her shorts. She wound up buck naked from head to toe, since she hadn't gotten into wearing high heels like Susan and Suzanne.

"I think it's time you start your cocksucking training. Would you like that? To be one of my regular cocksuckers?"

"M'kay! Totally! I thought you'd never ask." She added with pride, "I am one of your official personal cocksuckers already, you know." But then she got worried, and looked around carefully. "But ... what about my mom's rule against that?"

"Yeah, that is a problem," he conceded. "But that's an out-of-date rule that's meant to be broken. I'm willing to risk it, if you are. I think, with all the stuff that's happened lately, if she sees us, she'll grudgingly concede that the rule has to go. Besides, we can just say that you started with a handjob and things kind of got carried away."

Amy showed no hesitation. "I'm totally game. I can't wait to get rid of that stupid rule!" She quickly knelt between his legs. She looked up at him with a twinkle in her eyes. "Check it out! I'm in the Susan position!"

He chuckled at that.

"So, Bo, now what? What do I do?" Despite all the sexual play she'd been involved in lately, she'd never actually sucked his cock before, except for a half a minute with him a few days earlier.

"Just hold it and rub it like you've done to it so well already," he suggested, while holding it himself.

"I know about all THAT, since I've done it to you a few times," she said impatiently. "I wanna get to the sucking and licking part! Everyone else is doing it, and I feel like I'm way behind."

"Okay, cool. Definitely put your mouth on it and suck it. It's good to run your tongue around it. Generally, just treat it like a lollipop. After a while, when the white stuff, the cum, starts coming out, you may want to try to drink it up. Otherwise, let it splash on your chest or stomach so it doesn't get on the carpet."

"M'kay! But let me just do some rubbing first, and then work up to the more complicated stuff." She began rubbing his hard-on. Of all the women pleasing Alan, she was the least experienced by far, and it showed. But she still had a lot of infectious enthusiasm.

"Feels great!" He was genuinely surprised how well she was doing. He would have told her to focus on his sweet spot, but she was doing that already. The pleasure was intense.

She was silent for several minutes, as she just stared intently at his cock and her fingers. It looked like she'd learned some techniques somewhere and she was trying hard to remember everything. She was trying out different moves and carefully gauging his reactions.

When she finally spoke again, she exclaimed, "This is great!" Her sliding fingers were soaked with pre-cum. "You know, I think ... I think I'm getting all tingly myself! And nobody is touching me, even."

"Yeah, you're getting good at stroking it," he said encouragingly. He lovingly caressed her hair.

She looked around with worry. "What about my Mom? She's right upstairs. I'm worried she'll walk in on us when I'm sucking on you. It kind of makes things extra exciting, but I'm scared too!"

"Hmmm. Yeah, I don't know about trouble, per se, but we might want to kind of speed things up here," he noted.

"M'kay! I'm ready to try with my mouth! Bo, are you ready for me?"

"Definitely, my beautiful Aims. Go for it!"

Amy abruptly stopped stroking and put her mouth around his erection instead. While it was true she'd done this with him once before, she was twice as excited this time, since she would be allowed more than just a brief taste.

After fitting the whole of his cockhead in her mouth, she quickly pulled it back out and exclaimed, "Gosh! It's so big! It's like, I can hardly fit it in there!"

Alan said quietly, "You might want to keep it down 'cos of your mom. But don't worry about the size. I'm told that's not a big problem after you get used to it."

"M'kay. You mean, you want me to do this to you a lot?"

"Oh, definitely! I'd love that."

"Cool beans! I'll try again. Here goes..." She opened her mouth as wide as it could go, but then she stopped. "Wait. Bo, if I'm gonna be doing this to you a lot, like the others are, and I'm gonna be an official helper and everything, then I want you to give me lots of tips on how I can get better, m'kay? Totally tell me what you like and what you don't. I wanna get super duper good at it, as good as my mom, even!"

He nodded. He was getting pretty excited, and didn't want to encourage more talk.

He watched as she crammed all of his thick knob in between her wide-open lips again. At first she looked distressed, like she'd been **** to fit a baseball in her mouth. But she quickly started getting the hang of it.

He thought, Sweetness! I'm such a lucky fuck! According to Mom, I've got three "official personal cocksuckers," and now Aims is gonna be my fourth, in name and in deed! She must have gotten some tips on how to do this too, because she's already doing a good job!

She sucked him for two or three minutes non-stop before pulling off. She wiped saliva off her chin and beamed at him. "How's that?"

"GREAT! Truly! More importantly, how are YOU liking it?"

"It's fun! It's kinda weird, but I dig it. Let me try some more!" She immediately engulfed him again.

He talked her through the experience, giving encouragement and suggestions. For instance, he said, "You seem like a natural. Your bobbing is great, and I love how you're always doing something to my most sensitive spot. But don't try to take it so deep. Even your mom spends over 90 percent of the time with her tongue around or just below my cockhead. If you want to do something to the rest, just stroke it."

She started stroking as she kept on bobbing. She looked up at him questioningly.

He grunted erotically in approval. "Like that! Perfect!"

Pleased, she closed her eyes again and concentrated intensely on bobbing, licking, and stroking, usually all at once.

Alan was used to such a high standard of oral skill that he didn't realize how odd it was that she was ably doing all three things at once, pretty much from the very start. He'd come to think of that triple combo as a "typical" blowjob, but it wasn't. He had no idea how far above the norm Glory, Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine in particular were with their cocksucking talents.

He loved watching Amy's whole head slide back and forth, causing many inches of his erection to disappear and reappear.

This rocks! he thought. This has been a long time coming. But I've got a feeling that this is just the start of a really great thing with Aims. It's true that we don't have a lot of the same interests, but she's just so lovable. I kinda feel bad, like I'm corrupting an innocent, but with her sexy body she's gonna get corrupted soon enough. It's better to keep her "in the family," where she belongs. Besides, she's so great. Maybe it's just the awesome blowjob making me feel this way, but I think I love her, and not just as my de facto cousin!

Jesus! She's really getting into this, too! That feels soooo good!

"Bo," she said, taking a short break after a few more minutes elapsed, "I'm getting even more tingly, and all leaky!" She squealed quite loudly, bringing a hand to her pussy. "Oh! Oh my God! Oh!"

"You're having orgasms, Aims. Don't you know that? Does it feel good?" He was impressed that she was climaxing just from giving him a blowjob.

"Woooooowww. Gosh, that was good! I totally know that tingly feeling, and in fact I had a nice special tingle during the fashion show, but I didn't know it would hit me now!" She giggled. "Let's make that happen some more."

She rubbed her pussy lips. "Can you touch me up my special hole, like you did earlier with your thumb?"

"I'd love to, but it's kind of risky. Think how your mom would freak. Even my mom might get mad if she walked in. Ironically, blowjobs are okay for her, but she's strict about her 'no pussy touching' rule, like she was during the fashion show."

"M'kay. Bummer. Let me do some more of this then." She opened her mouth wide and leaned her head forward.

He was truly concerned about Suzanne getting angry if she caught them doing this. But he didn't want to only take without giving, so he suggested, "Hey, what if I play with your ass crack and your asshole? I was doing that to you during the fashion show, and you seemed to like it."

She giggled, a lot. "I did! M'kay! I'd totally love it if you do that some more. And play with my boobies too! And everywhere else!" She giggled some more at that.

He immediately got more adventurous in running his hands all over her. But he focused on her ass for the most part, even toying with her anus.

She contemplated his thick cock from very close up, trying to psych herself up to cram it into her mouth again. "Does this feel good?" She blew air right onto his sweet spot.

He groaned, and squirmed in his seat in response. "Really good!"

She giggled. "Cool beans! It's so neat to get you to react like that." She blew air on his shaft some more, keeping him squirming. Then she commented, "Boy, your thingy is too darn big. I can barely put it in my mouth, and my face has to get all stretchy. But I love it."

She went back to just lightly licking his cockhead for a minute, because she wanted to talk to him some more. "Am I doing okay enough?"

He chuckled. "You're doing great! I'm not just saying that either. The only reason I'm laughing is because the answer is so obvious to me. I love this!"

Her face lit up with a 1000-watt smile, even as she kept licking. "Really? So, can I be one of your personal cocksuckers, like, all the time?"

He nodded. "Of course! I thought we already agreed to that?"

"I know! But that was more in theory. Now, it's really happening!" Somehow her smile grew even larger. "I promise to try my best, my super duper best! All the time! And you know you're the only guy I care about, so I wouldn't even think about touching another guy's thingy. I know that's part of the rules."

"What rules."

"The 'official personal cocksucker rules, ' silly! Kat explained it all to me, so don't worry."

He wondered what those rules were. He certainly had never heard about it. But he decided not to ask, for fear that knowing too much would ruin some of the magic and mystery of what they were doing to him.

She lapped intently against his sweet spot, driving him wild with desire. "And I promise I'll suck it, like, a way super duper lot, if you want, but I won't be a cock hog. I'm totally into sharing! I promise that-"

He cut her off, laughing again. "Aims, stop! You don't need to convince me! Like I said, it's a done deal. Besides, you're acting like I'm doing you a big favor letting you do this, but it's the other way around. I'm honored and delighted - really delighted."

She sat up eagerly, just holding and stroking his dick, so she could look him in the eye. "Really? Cool beans! So I get to be one of your personal cocksuckers? For real?"

He nodded emphatically. Man, everything is backwards. It's like she thinks that's an honor. I should be thanking her a thousand times over!

"Woo-hoo! Super double duper awesomemegatasticilicious!" She opened her mouth wide and swallowed her way down to his sweet spot. Then she started bobbing frantically all over it.

He laughed some more, totally loving life. "Aims, that's good, but too good! Ugh! Lighten up, or I'll cum too soon and then you'll have to stop."

She changed her pace immediately. Over the next few minutes she did some unusual things with her tongue, experimenting more with what worked and what didn't.

At one point, Alan suggested, "Try more suction. Don't worry; I can handle it."

She immediately complied, creating a tight seal and sucking and bobbing intently. That practically made his eyes roll back in his head, it felt so fantastic. Her eagerness to please was remarkable.

Another minute later, he cried out, "NO teeth! Not the teeth!" She'd been experimenting with gentle teeth scraping against his skin, but had gotten too aggressive with it. Nevertheless, some of her experimental ways felt quite good and unique.

He was increasingly convinced that she must have gotten training. She was trying out advanced techniques on her very first time. He was fairly sure that one of the others had taught her, probably Katherine, but he didn't ask about it. By this time he was panting hard and he wasn't exactly in a talking mood.

He was getting near a climax and Amy's naked body was writhing around. He wanted her to enjoy a nice orgasm too, but with the way she was kneeling between his legs, there wasn't much he could do to help with that. So, even though he was too winded to talk much, he managed to tell her to touch herself down below.

She did, mostly diddling her clit. Before long, she was just as ready to explode as he was.

But just as they spiraled up to mutual erotic peak, Suzanne came walking down the stairs. She was heading back home from being in Katherine's room. She was alone because Katherine was too busy with her new dildo toys to see Suzanne out. She was naked because she was planning on wearing some clothes from the underwear cabinet back home - she kept a lot of "normal" clothes in there suitable for wearing outside.

She was shocked at what she saw, but not that surprised. In truth, on some level she'd been expecting something like this to happen sooner or later, despite her specifically prohibiting it. Amy was obviously getting more and more involved in all the sexual hijinks around Alan, and Suzanne's attempts to stop it had been surprisingly halfhearted and ineffectual.

But even though she'd been expecting it soon, it was still shocking and disappointing for her to actually see her daughter sucking Alan's cock. Realizing it could happen in theory was one thing, but to watch it with one's own eyes was another altogether. Besides, it meant more competition for Alan's attention and cum, without even providing an extra pleasure partner for herself, since she wanted to stay away from her own daughter and actual ****. She could never forget that, unlike the adopted Alan and Katherine, Amy was her real genetic offspring.

She also was frustrated that Amy had obviously disobeyed her, deliberately breaking the stricture she had specifically and clearly placed on Amy forbidding her from sucking Alan's cock. Even though she knew that rule had been likely short-lived, particularly given sexual events like the fashion show, Amy's unusual direct disobedience still felt painful to her.

Suzanne suppressed the urge to barge into the room and yell. She remained at the top of the stairs, just watching, until she had calmed down some. She quietly sighed. Fuck! My Honey Pie is growing up. I just have to grin and bear it. She's part of this family, and we're all sex friends now. How could I expect she wouldn't become one of his cocksuckers? If not today or tomorrow, it would happen within days, no matter what. But still, it seems like just yesterday when she had her first period. Ugh. I have to remember that she's not a kid anymore!

She clomped down the stairs loudly to make sure the others heard.

Alan noticed, and urgently tapped Amy's head. He quietly hissed, "Aims! Your mom!" He was seized with fear, because he didn't know how Suzanne would react.

"Come on, Amy dear. Time to go home," Suzanne said as calmly as she could manage. "It's past eleven and past your bedtime." She wanted to scold Amy and punish her, but she figured she could hardly do so given the wide variety of sexual things she herself had already repeatedly done with Alan in Amy's presence.

Amy didn't seem that alarmed. She briefly pulled her mouth off Alan's cock, then replaced it with busy hands because she sensed he was just seconds from cumming. "You're not upset?!"

Suzanne sighed. "I am, but ... well ... I suppose this was bound to happen sooner or later."

"COOL!" Amy resumed licking around Alan's sweet spot.

Suzanne said impatiently, "Come on. Let's go."

Amy continued to lick as she said, "Oh, Mom, can't I just finish him off here?"

Alan decided to make the argument moot. He'd been holding back by sheer willpower, so he just gave in. "Too late! I'm starting to cum! Hi Aunt Suzy! Quick, Aims, your mouth!"

Amy locked her mouth around Alan's thickness yet again. He began spasming into it, but she was completely unprepared for the experience. She had gotten secret training to help with her technique, but there was no way to prepare for this part except to experience it.

She seemed to be ****, so she quickly pulled her lips off and tilted her head back. With her eyes closed, she held on to his boner but just let the cum fly wherever it would. Nearly all of it ended up on her face, while some hit her neck down to her heavy tits.

"Oh no!" she exclaimed in frustration when it was all done. Seeming to forget about Suzanne's presence altogether, she apologized to Alan, "I'm so sorry! I totally wasn't expecting all that. It just came out all of a sudden, so much. I wanted to swallow it all, but I couldn't keep up. That's hard!"

"It's okay, Aims. Don't worry about it." He caressed her neck and gave her a hug, though he was careful to do it in a way so that he wouldn't cover himself with his own cum. "You'll get better; I guarantee it. And you did a great job up until then. Did you enjoy it?"

She brightened suddenly. "Did I ever! Gosh! It was awesome! Can we do that again right now? I promise I'll do better this time! There's all kinds of stuff I was just starting to figure out."

Alan looked up at Suzanne as he said to Amy, "Thanks, but penises take some time to revive. I think you know that, don't you? And I think your mom is waiting for you."

Suzanne stood naked by the underwear cabinet near the front door, looking very cross and annoyed, not least for being almost completely ignored ever since she'd made her presence known. But she still kept her composure. She tried to look sympathetically at Amy, saying, "Come on, Honey Pie; it's time to go."

"You're so mean," Amy pouted.

"I'm not being mean, I just love you and am looking after you."

"Awww, Mom. Don't get all gushy." Amy was suddenly happy, and she smiled up at her mother.

But Suzanne grew annoyed again. "Would you rather I get upset? I'm mad at you, you know. I explicitly told you NOT to suck Alan's cock. I've reminded you of that several times, so I'm sure you didn't forget. You deliberately disobeyed me."

Amy instantly went from happy to sad. "I'm so sorry, Mom, but everyone else was doing it, and it seemed like so much fun. I just had to try it. And it is! Fun, I mean. It's soooo super cool!"

But she stifled her enthusiasm and continued in a chastised tone, "I'm, like, really, really, REALLY sorry. Super duper sorry."

Alan spoke up from where he sat. "Aunt Suzy, please. Don't get mad at her. I'm to blame. I talked her into doing it."

Suzanne sighed heavily, "I'm deliberately trying hard not to get mad at anybody because this was bound to happen. Amy's seen the rest of us doing it to you, and then leaving you two alone after something like the fashion show..."

He nodded. "Yeah. It's kind of like being upset at a ball for rolling downhill. Please don't be mad at her."

Suzanne again stroked Amy's hair consolingly. It seemed to be just about the only place she could touch her without getting her hand cummy. "That's all right. I understand. You have raging teenage hormones. I guess there's no stopping some things."

She hugged her daughter as a sign of not being really too upset, but in doing so she wasn't able to completely avoid Alan's cum. A few strands of his semen connected her and Amy like cobweb strands hanging between them, before breaking and falling back against their skin.

Amy changed moods again, brightening somewhat. "You mean that? You're not going to punish me? You'll let me do that again?"

Her mother grudgingly nodded, sighing. "I can't keep fighting the inevitable. You just continue to grow up."

Amy bounced excitedly on her toes. "What about your rule?!"

"I think you just killed it." However, Suzanne wagged a finger at her, "But no actual sex for you though! I don't want him to even touch your pussy!"