Under My Thumb: Part 1

Part 50: Under My Thumb

Chapter 1: (Day 58: Tuesday, November 12)

A few minutes later, the phone rang again. As Susan went to answer it, she grumbled, "What does Brenda want now? Do I have to walk her through ANOTHER fantasy blowjob? Good grief!"

But it turned out to be one of Susan's cousins, living in Chicago. That was a real cold slap of reality for her. That cousin, like almost everyone else in Susan's extended family, was very religious and uptight. Susan was grateful that for once she was actually fully dressed, more or less - she quickly buttoned up her blouse. She started blushing furiously, imagining what her cousin would think about her last call with Brenda.

After dinner, Susan was still so obviously spooked from her cousin's call that there was no further teasing or talk of penis stimulation. She needed to apologize to Alan for needing some time alone, since she'd all but promised more sexual fun after dinner, but in her new mood she was too embarrassed to keep her promise, or even to apologize. She did give him a very apologetic look as she left the room.

Alan had cooled down a bit himself after he saw her get upset. He figured a break wasn't so bad, especially since he'd lost his erection anyway.

Katherine and Alan went to their respective rooms and studied some more, finally finishing their homework. Then Alan went downstairs to watch TV. He'd recorded Sunday's San Diego Chargers football game. Even though he'd seen the highlights and knew the final score, he wanted to watch the whole game.

Katherine had developed a love of football from being with her brother when he was watching the Chargers games, which he had done every season, even when the team had been bad. So she joined him and watched too.

Susan had never learned the rules of football, so she had little interest in watching the game herself. She chose instead to be in the kitchen and make cookies for her kids. She would have made a snack anyway, because she loved being a caring mother, but she was especially keen to make some yummy snacks for Alan as an unspoken apology for not being in the mood to play around some more. She knew he really loved cookies, especially oatmeal raisin and chocolate chip ones.

Suzanne walked in the front door just a few minutes after Alan had started to watch the game. She'd just come from dinner at a fancy restaurant with her husband and a couple of his business associates, so she was still wearing a formal business suit.

Suzanne didn't have any love of football. She made a sour face when she peeked into the living room from the front foyer and saw what the kids were watching.

She was very anxious to finally fuck Alan, and knew that he felt the same. She had no understanding of the subdued, non-sexual mood that had settled over the house. Even though she knew this wasn't the moment for fucking, she thought she'd have some fun playing with his head to encourage the idea.

"How's your day going, Angel?" she asked Katherine from one room away, as she removed her panties from under her heavy clothes and deposited them in the underwear cabinet before walking further into the house.

"Good, I guess. For a Tuesday, if you know what I mean." Katherine rolled her eyes in frustration.

"I do." Suzanne could definitely relate to the lack of access to Alan's penis the last couple of Tuesdays.

Alan was sitting on the floor. He'd waved at Suzanne when she'd first came in, but then returned his attention to the game.

Suzanne moved between him and the television, standing so she towered over him. She smiled as she looked down at him. "And how has your day been, Sweetie?"

"Amazing and surreal, as usual," he answered honestly, while still trying to stare around her at the TV.

"But you look tired," she said consolingly in her slightly scratchy voice. "I'll bet you had a hairy day." She lifted up her dress as she said this, so her pussy was in plain sight right over his face. With a happy snicker, she added, "You look really bushed."

He finally looked up at her and nearly drooled at the sight of the pink pussy staring him in the face. He was genuinely surprised though at just how wet she was. Rivulets of her juices were flowing down her thighs.

Katherine could tell what kind of show Alan was getting. She quipped, "He's weary from the daily grind."

Suzanne giggled along with Katherine. "Exactly. He's knackered."

"Knickered," Katherine giggled some more. "Maybe that's because he's being knockered so often these days."

"I think he should relax and take a load off, don't you?"

"Definitely! Take a BIG load off! And I know just where he should put it!"

But while Katherine was all giggles, Alan asked seriously as he gazed up into Suzanne's dripping pussy lips, "Aunt Suzy, how did that happen? I mean your wetness. You're dripping, but you just walked into the house. You haven't even done anything yet."

Instead of answering, she looked around and asked, "Where's Susan?"

"In the kitchen," Katherine noted.

"Good." Suzanne looked down at Alan. "You still don't get it, do you? I'm so hot for you that just the idea of walking into this house gets me wet. Just the mention of your name gets me flowing like the Amazon. Do you know what you and I are going to do really soon? We're gonna..." - her voice dropped down to a barely audible but still hoarse and sexy whisper - "fuck."

Alan cleared his throat nervously. His dick was engorging rapidly, and his heart was starting to pound. He looked over to his sister sitting on the sofa and noticed that she'd heard Suzanne's whisper.

Katherine's only visible reaction was to giggle a bit at his obvious awkwardness. Inside, though, she was worried. If Brother could fuck her, why would he still want to fuck me? She's so gorgeous and talented and sex-mad that they'll never be able to pry those two apart. Damn! Between her and Mom, I never get a fair chance. But I love him so much! And her too.

Suzanne lazily rubbed her pussy lips through her dress. Knowing that Katherine had heard her whisper, she made no further attempt to keep her voice down. "That's right, stud. You're gonna get to know this part of me really well. Imagine lying on top of me right now, bouncing up and down like a pogo stick. My pussy can almost feel your fullness. God DAMN! When I think about you sitting on me, plowing me ... Whoa! Your penis is gonna live in this hole most of the time if I have my way, which, to be brutally honest, I usually do. What do you think of that? Are you ready to fuck your Aunt Suzy?" She had lowered her voice to say the word "fuck," but this time she spat it out as sexily and naughtily as she could manage.

These words only confirmed Katherine's fears, especially the comment, "Your penis is gonna live in this hole most of the time if I have my way." But she knew there was no way to go directly against Suzanne and win.

Alan had almost missed her question, not because of the football game, which was totally forgotten, but because he was floored by everything else she'd said. His eyes were eagerly checking out her sleek long legs, all the way up to her still-visible pussy. He finally managed to stammered, "Y-y-yes." Somehow, he felt unusually nervous when faced so directly with Suzanne's overpowering sexual magnetism.

Suzanne smiled at the return of his bashfulness. "Good answer. That's right. You're going to fuck your Aunt Suzy silly, every day. She's going to show you what fucking is really all about. But in the meanwhile, you've gone and made her very, very wet. Maybe you could lick her boo-boo with your tongue, and make it all better?"

"I don't know," he answered as he looked all around. He knew that Katherine wouldn't say or do anything to interfere with what Suzanne wanted, but he worried about his mother and her current mood.

Suzanne decided she was pushing him too hard, and sat down on the sofa next to him.

Katherine, sitting on the adjacent sofa, spoke quietly but excitedly at Suzanne. "Aunt Suzy, guess what? All kinds of fun things happened today!" She proceeded to tell Suzanne a brief description of what Alan, Susan, and her had done in the afternoon. She included the part where she'd gotten Susan to agree to be spanked by either herself or Suzanne tomorrow. She concluded, "So, what do you think? Do you want to do the honors, or should I?"

Suzanne looked to Alan, who was listening carefully. She also spoke quietly, to be absolutely sure Susan couldn't hear from the kitchen. "Actually, I think Sweetie here should do it. And tonight is better than tomorrow."

Alan protested, "Whaaaat?! I can't do that. For one thing, she hasn't done anything wrong. She's been a living dream. And besides, she's my mom. I love her with all my heart. I could never hurt her."

Suzanne said, "That's not what I heard. You know that Susan and I share absolutely everything. She told me that you swatted her ass a few times yesterday, when you were having fun with her after coming home from your beach outing with Christine."

He blushed slightly as he remembered that. "Okay, that's true. But I was soooo horny at the time that I wasn't in my right mind. I was absolutely insanely horny! Being with Christine gave me the worst case of blue balls ever, and then Mom was so irresistible, and she basically begged me to spank her..."

Katherine added to Suzanne, "Besides, he doesn't want to do it, and I do. I think it would be a kick! I understand first hand from when Brother spanked me that it's not hurting her at all. In fact, she'll totally love it. So why don't I do it? Or you?"

Suzanne responded, "Don't worry, you'll get your turn soon enough. So will I. Susan is a very submissive type, and it will do her good to get frequently spanked. I'm sure you'll get your chance in the next day or two. You can even use the same excuse."

Seeing that satisfied Katherine, she turned back to Alan. "That said, Sweetie, it's important that you lead the way here." She lowered her voice some more to be extra careful. "You're the one man in our group. Susan wants to sexually submit to you, first and foremost. She likes to talk about how you're 'putting her in her place.' Well, you need to do just that. It's time to step up and get more aggressive. If you don't think you can do it unless you're 'absolutely insanely horny, ' then get absolutely insanely horny first. That's not too hard to do around here, is it?" She looked to Katherine and smirked.

Katherine gave her brother a smoldering look. "Definitely not!"

He said, "I know it sounds good, but I don't think I can do it. I could spank anyone else but her. Even you two. But ... she's ... well, my mom!"

Suzanne quietly told him, "Listen. Your mother is at a very critical stage right now. Her attitude is shifting and her rules and boundaries are crumbling down. Her old belief system is falling apart and she needs a new one to grab hold of. I don't think you realize that she's ALWAYS been very submissive, and not just sexually. Before, she obeyed her parents, her husband, her church, and other authority figures. Including me, I must admit. That didn't make her very happy overall, since I was probably the only authority figure actually looking out for her best interests, but that's how she is."

She gesticulated to show how strongly she felt about this. "Sweetie, if we want to live in a free-wheeling sexual utopia, we need to redirect her submissiveness mainly to you. You need to step it up and be more domineering with her in general. But a spanking in particular is key to ensure that she sees you in a new way. There's a lot of talk about you becoming 'the man of the house.' Make it happen! Step up and be a man!"

That gave him a lot to think about. He was still uncertain. He asked, "Are you sure that's the right thing to do? It feels like we're taking advantage of her. Are we letting lust rule our thinking, or is that really what's best for her?"

Suzanne sighed impatiently. "I appreciate your concern for her, but that's a silly question and you know it. Do you really want to see her go back to how she used to be? Is she or is she not happier than she's ever been? Yes, you're enjoying more sexual pleasure than you ever thought possible, and frankly, more than you deserve. But so is she. She's flying over the moon every single day! A submissive needs a dominant, and vice versa. You both benefit, big time!"

Katherine added, "It's true, Bro. Mom needs a firm hand. And I can confidently say that, because it takes one to know one. I totally love that you gave me a hard spanking the other day, and I hope and expect you'll give me a lot more! Don't think of it as inflicting pain! It's just a different way of making someone feel good. When your sister cums at the end of the spanking you gave her, what does that mean? Did she love it or hate it? Duh!" She giggled.

Suzanne chimed in, "It's true. Even I've enjoyed getting spanked from time to time." She asked him, "Remember when I used an ice cube on your cock a few days ago?"

"Yeah?" He actually felt a shiver of pleasure as he recalled that very arousing experience.

"Well, I'm not expert on the science of how this works. But I think it's safe to say that all your nerves are connected together. When one type of nerve ending gets stimulated, that heightens the response in the others. Or maybe it's the contrast. But, either way, or both, **** cold made your arousal than much more intense, didn't it?"

He nodded.

She went on, "And the same thing happened when I used breath mints on you. Lots of things can do it. It just so happens that spanking works really well. Plus, there's the whole mental aspect of it. Susan will lose her god-damned mind just from knowing that you're spanking her and really taking charge, like you should! You can't go wrong. She'll cum and cum, and cum some more! Plus, I know her rule against you touching her pussy must be driving you mad. If you've got her across your lap with your hand on her butt, think of the opportunity that gives you to bend that rule!"

Katherine started to say, "Speaking of which, Aunt Suzy, remember what I was saying about what the three of us got up to this afternoon? That particular rule was bent waaaay out of shape!"

Suzanne nodded. "Good, good. I forgot about that, but you're right. The time is ripe. Sweetie, that's even more reason for you to..." Her voice trailed off, because she'd been listening carefully for any sounds coming from Susan, and the sound of Susan walking towards the living room.

Sure enough, just as Susan left the kitchen, she shouted, "Cookies are ready! Here they come!" She walked in carrying a tray of hot, freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.

Suzanne stood back up. Her goal was to get both Susan and Alan extremely aroused, so this new spanking plan could come to fruition, and she figured she might as well start right away. So she flaunted her pussy exposure above Alan for Susan to clearly see.

She briefly acknowledged Susan's presence with a "Hi, Susan." Then she spoke to Alan about the cookies with obviously intended innuendo as he stared at her lewd pose, "Hmmm. Hot and fresh, delivered to you on a platter. You're a lucky guy, Sweetie. How can you turn down an offer like that?"

Susan's face wrinkled with concern as she saw Suzanne standing above Alan so that he had a clear view of her pussy and bush. She mumbled, "Oh dear."

Suzanne ignored her reaction. Instead she commented to no one in particular, "Can you believe I'm still wearing all these clothes? We had a fancy dinner with some of my husband's business friends. What a bore. I'm actually still wearing a bra! Can you imagine that? I'd better fix it right away."

She began to remove her clothes in a slow striptease.

Alan turned off the recorder and TV with the remote, since by this time the game was only an annoying distraction. He lay back on a nearby sofa while Katherine and Susan took positions on each side of him. The three of them watched Suzanne while she swayed sexily to the music in her head.

Susan was torn. She was still feeling **** to do much after the excesses of her phone call, and she also was afraid of her increasingly lusty feelings for her best friend. On the other hand, the effect of the call had already mostly worn off, and she was easily aroused. She tried to maintain a veneer of normality, as if pretending there wasn't a centerfold-perfect woman slowly getting buck naked in the middle of her living room.

She told herself that she was just being a good hostess, so she got up and served the others drinks right in the middle of Suzanne's act. She didn't realize that in part her behavior was an attempt to take the attention away from Suzanne, but the rest of them realized what she was doing.

Suzanne understood Susan's psychological issues (even though she remained unaware of the phone call) and kept up a patter of talk to keep the mood light. As she stripped down to just her garter belt and stockings, she casually quizzed Susan about how Alan's penis had been earlier in the day.

That topic now qualified as a perfectly normal and proper one for Susan, so she had no problem discussing her son's throbbing erections in great detail and bemoaning to everyone in the room just how "terribly backed up with sperm" her son's penis and balls were.

Katherine could sense her mother's conflicted mood, so she stayed quiet for the most part, attempting to play it cool. She didn't even let her brother's increasingly-firm erection out of its confinement, figuring that her mother would do that when she was ready. However, since Katherine was wearing an extremely short skirt, she was able to have some fun flashing her pussy at Suzanne. She figured that her mother's attempts at normalcy would disappear soon enough, to be replaced by intense horniness, if she kept talking about Alan's dick while watching Suzanne's striptease.

Suzanne generally kept her eyes locked right on Alan's crotch. Her body moved so sensually and she talked so blatantly about the need to prevent his "sperm buildup" that she was sure Susan's composure would break at any moment, after which Susan would undoubtedly begin rubbing the big bulge that was visibly along her son's thigh.

However, Susan didn't become as immediately and totally horny as Suzanne and the others had hoped she would, because her recent phone call with her cousin Edith was still affecting her. The ostensible reason for Suzanne's stripping was so she could take off her bra, but she could only draw that process out so long. Eventually, with that Herculean task accomplished, she began putting some of her outfit back on. However, there wasn't much difference; she somehow made putting clothes back on nearly as arousing as taking them off.

Her dress was a very low-cut one that exposed just about everything, since she'd left her blouse off when she removed her bra. With her little show over, she arranged the dress so that the slightest tug would expose her nipples.

Chapter 2

Once the striptease was over, Susan tried to take control in a non-sexual way by hyping her cookies and encouraging everyone to eat some more of them. She was frowning about Suzanne's impropriety, but she decided that she should wait until she and Suzanne were alone, rather than criticizing her before the kids.

Trying to help clue Suzanne in, Alan explained, "Mom got a call from her cousin Edith in Chicago a little while ago."

Susan expounded on that. "Yes. And that helped me put things in perspective. I mean, just what do I think I'm doing? Sure, I have to help Tiger reach his six-times-a-day goal; that's a medical necessity. But do I have to be so, well, obsessed about it? I mean, what would happen if Edith came by for a visit? Or, God forbid, my parents! I think things have gotten a bit out of control around here, and we all need to take a step back!" She defiantly folded her arms under her huge melons, pushing them up and out.

Suzanne, though, had other ideas. She knew that Susan's resistance needed to be further broken if any of them were going to have more sexual fun that evening. So after Susan passed the plate of cookies once again, the red-haired beauty sidled up to the teenagers and whispered to them, "Sweetie, Angel, don't miss this."

She took the cookie tray from Susan and put it down on a coffee table. Then she said, "Susan, we can talk about that later. I'm a bit insulted. Where's my friendly greeting? What was all that practicing for if you don't put it to use? Don't we want to show Sweetie what we learned earlier today?"

Now it was Susan's turn to get a bit nervous. She stammered, "But my cousin Edith in Chicago ... And the kids ... Not in front of them..." She looked over at Alan and Katherine anxiously.

But Suzanne ignored that, putting her hands on her friend's shoulders to direct Susan's attention back her way. She acted quickly before Susan could complain about privacy or raise any of her other prudish concerns. She simply took Susan in her arms and started to French kiss her.

Susan was very hesitant at first, particularly since she wasn't in a fully aroused mood.

That didn't stop Suzanne; she kept working with her magically talented and exceptionally long tongue. Soon the two Amazon mothers were going at it as if they'd been kissing in front of their kids for years. Suzanne's hands roamed freely over Susan's butt, eventually stopping to grasp her fleshy butt cheeks through her pants.

They broke off the kiss after a minute or two. Susan had intended to end things there, but Suzanne's beauty struck her so forcefully that she just couldn't help herself. Instead she found herself licking all over Suzanne's neck and ears. That resulting movement and squirming pulled Suzanne's low-cut dress off her tits, just as Suzanne had planned a few minutes earlier.

When she got behind Suzanne, Susan reached around and greedily grasped Suzanne's tits while nibbling and licking at her neck like a hungry vampire.

Suzanne moaned with pleasure, delighted at Susan's newfound aggressiveness. She hoist her breasts and pushed them forward to further arouse her eagerly watching audience.

Susan eventually realized that she was just supposed to be giving Suzanne a "greeting" kiss, and pulled away. But by now her earlier prudish mood was ancient history, though she did fret some over what a spectacle she'd shown. She'd never forgotten that she was being watched by her children, but somehow that hadn't slowed her, which both disturbed her and made her hotter.

Suzanne could see that Susan was on the verge of becoming upset about how the kiss had progressed, so instead she kept her on the defensive by whispering in her ear, "That was very good, Susan. Remember, we're here to help inspire your sexy son. Remember his visual stimulation. It's a never-ending duty! His balls are practically bursting with all that nasty sperm. Gallons and gallons of nasty sperm! We've got to draw it out and swallow it, continually. Six times a day, at least! Don't forget all the inspiration he needs for his six-times-a-day duties. He needs to see his hot centerfold mothers kiss and rub their exposed sexy bosoms all over each other, like we just did. That's just what we have to do these days to help him out."

Susan immediately went from feeling slightly miffed and tricked to being proud of her efforts. Just as Suzanne knew she would, Susan was practically salivating at the mention of having to swallow the impossibly voluminous "gallons and gallons of nasty sperm", that not even a herd of bulls could produce. She felt bad that she was still wearing her blouse. She thought, Big-titted mommies drain their son's balls dry! That's what I do. What was I thinking before?! Who cares about some stupid phone call?

Alan, though, couldn't hear what the two voluptuous mothers were whispering to each other, so he asked, "What was that all about, Mom?"

He'd been surprised at the kiss, though not really that surprised, given the intense kissing between Susan and Katherine that he'd witnessed earlier that day. He had a raging erection from watching it, plus everything else that had been happening since Suzanne arrived, but he kept it concealed in his pants for the moment. He was waiting for a sign from Suzanne on how to proceed, since she could read Susan's moods better than anyone else.

While he waited for his mother to answer his question, he thought, Aunt Suzy must have learned about the kissing between Mom and Sis this morning and decided to run with it. She rocks! That was a 'curl your toes, tongue duel' kind of kiss too. Mom's just so fucking sexy! It looks like she's in a good mood again, thanks to that kiss. Her boundaries are just falling away further by the hour!

Susan was leaning into Suzanne and cuddling up against her most contentedly, but she finally answered, "Like I think I told you earlier, Suzanne told me I needed to be warmer with my greetings and goodbyes. I'm just trying to improve on that. She told me that this kind of kiss is perfectly common in certain, hip social circles here in Orange County. So I'm trying to be hip. I figure it's all part of helping you with visual stimulation."

She looked down at her blouse and started unbuttoning it, just like she had at the dining table. "And Tiger, there's no reason you and I can't be friendlier in our greetings too. The ass is good, but don't limit yourself to just that, and with just a little bit of groping." She was trying to talk in a matter-of-fact tone, but her breath was far too ragged and her face too flushed for her to pull it off successfully.

Susan smiled, thinking nasty thoughts about the many ways she could be "properly greeted" by Alan. Ever since her morning talk with Suzanne she'd been thinking more about titfucks and assfucks, so now in her reverie she imagined her son casually greeting her with either, or preferably both, of those methods.

"Cool!" said Katherine. "Does that mean I can kiss you like that too?"

Susan found herself daydreaming so intently that she didn't even hear the question. She imagined Alan coming home from school. In the dream she was already naked and working in the kitchen. She was bent over the kitchen counter as Alan walked up to her, with her ass sticking out at a ninety degree angle. He just came in the room, dropped his shorts, and slid his dick into her asshole without comment. In the dream it was something he did to her many times a day, so there was no need for words or other preparation. "How was your day, dear?" she asked as he started pistoning into her rear, pounding harder and harder into her rear, showing no mercy at all.

Oh my! It occurred to her conscious mind as she observed the fantasy unfold, I'd better start lubing my ass just in case he gets in a buttfucking mood. There's no telling when I might get lucky. Bend over but don't break, right Suzanne? Hee-hee! Mommy has to bend over, a LOT! Tee-hee-hee! That's what good mommies do.

Katherine repeated, "Mom? Can I kiss you like that too?"

Susan broke free of her fantasy and also from Suzanne's luscious body to better focus on her daughter's question. She looked down and realized she'd completely unbuttoned her blouse without even consciously thinking about it. She frowned and managed to answer in a stern voice, "No. You're my daughter, so that would be inappropriate."

However, her tough motherly act wasn't fooling anyone. She was far too visibly aroused to play the part, especially given the way her bountiful chest was heaving. Her nipples were frequently peeking through the wide gap in her blouse. She ran her hands over her ass, occasionally pulling her ass cheeks apart when not fondling them through her clothes. She was still mostly lost in the thought of getting her son's pipe laid up her ass. She clenched and unclenched her ass cheeks, trying to imagine what a buttfuck would feel like.

"Awww, shucks," Katherine moped, thinking of the unpredictable and malleable 'standards' to which she was being subjected. Her mother's **** irked her, given that she'd just fingered her mother to orgasm a few hours earlier (even though, admittedly, that had been without Susan's prior approval).

But then a new thought struck her, and she asked, "But that means I can kiss Suzanne hello like that, can't I? I mean, if that's how women kiss in this area." She'd cleverly said "Suzanne" instead of "Aunt Suzy" to help avoid Susan's familial concerns.

Susan hadn't really considered that. She couldn't find any believable reason to object, so she reluctantly said, "I suppose..." She was still so intent on flexing her own ass cheeks that she'd been only paying partial attention to Katherine's questions. "Though really, it is a bit improper..."

Katherine bounded up to Suzanne, at which point the sexy neighbor instantly took her in her arms. They wanted to make kissing each other on the lips a done deal before Susan could think up more reasons to object. They kissed even longer than the two mothers had just done, acting as if it was a completely natural thing to do.

Susan watched with a mixture of alarm and desire. She didn't realize that their kiss was so passionate and natural because the two had already been getting a lot of kissing practice.

When Suzanne opened her arms wide to embrace Katherine, she deliberately let her dress fall further, leaving her completely bare-chested.

Katherine took full advantage of that, even more than Susan had with the previous kiss. She subtly pushed Suzanne's dress down even further until the only thing still holding it up was Suzanne's wide hips, and then only just barely.

Katherine was wearing a dress held up by thin straps, but Suzanne made sure to push the straps over her shoulders, making Katherine's dress also fall to her hips. That let the two of them mash their exposed tits against each other. They went at it as if they were struggling for sheer survival, grinding and mashing their flesh together from head to toe.

Susan found herself fully approving of their tit rubbing. In fact, she bit her lip, feeling frustrated that she hadn't done that with Suzanne just a few minutes earlier. After all, she and Suzanne had extensively practiced their tit rubbing just that morning.

Eventually, Suzanne and Katherine broke apart, only to stand next to each other, smiling like naughty school children.

Alan marveled at their casual nakedness and the fact that his mother hardly seemed to mind any of what had just occurred, even though she herself was still mostly dressed, except for the way her blouse was unbuttoned. He guessed correctly that she was highly aroused again.

Clearly the kiss had been way more than just a "hip" greeting, but for once there were no cries of "So improper!" from Susan. Instead she seemed a bit preoccupied. She still stood with her hands on her own ass, still feeling herself flexing her ass cheeks open and closed, using her butt muscles to help. She was fantasizing that Alan had been so turned on by the kissing that he was standing behind her, ready to slip his hardness up her back door at any moment.

All this time, Alan remained sitting alone on the sofa. He looked down at his groin and said to the group, "You know, between those two kisses I think it's finally stirring." That was an understatement. His dick had been erect since Suzanne stood over him and showed him her pussy, and it had grown to complete inflexibility once Suzanne did her striptease. The prospect of spanking Susan later was inspiring him even more. The fact was, he simply couldn't contain his boner in his pants anymore. He pulled it out with the hopes that some woman would soon "take care" of it.

"All right!" said Susan enthusiastically, as she watched him unzip his fly and his boner bounce free. "That's what I was waiting for. That's what I like to see! If you two gals don't mind, since it's a Tuesday, Tiger, let's go to your room! Mommy has to help you unload some of that nasty sperm, right into her mouth, before you get a case of blue balls.!"

Suzanne picked up a cookie from the tray on the coffee table, just to be polite, and nibbled at it while she watched Susan with veiled amusement. She's so totally predictable and so easily aroused. I think she might even be as highly sexual as I am, amazingly enough. I love turning her on and turning her around, and making her happy like she is now. This is too much fun!

Alan felt extremely relaxed and on top of the situation now that his mother's excitement had increased. He nodded acceptance of her invitation, then casually waved a hand toward Katherine and Suzanne before pointing it at Susan's chest. He wanted her to be topless just like them, plus he was mindful of Suzanne's advice to be more aggressive with his mother. So he said matter-of-factly, "Mom. Your top."

She looked over at the other two, figured out what he meant, and then replied, "Oh. Right." She pulled her blouse all the way off without any complaint. She seemed abashed yet obedient about baring herself, which inadvertently made it that much more arousing for all to watch.

Alan decided to push his luck. He looked down at the rest of his mother's clothes and frowned, saying "Aaaaand?" with clear annoyance in his voice.

"Oops! Sorry." Susan immediately shucked the rest of her clothes, letting them drop to the floor. That left her completely naked. That wouldn't have been a big deal, since she'd come to love getting naked for him. But the fact that Suzanne and Katherine were there and watching as well made her so embarrassed that she immediately covered her bush with both hands.

Alan really liked that. He especially liked the fact that she actually apologized for not already being nude when he wanted her that way.

Suzanne and Katherine seemed impressed too, both at seeing Susan's statuesque body yet again and at Alan's casual control over her. They stared blatantly at her flawless nudity, causing her to blush.

She started to feel increasingly self-conscious, because she was the only one in the room who was buck naked. She found it strangely humiliating and arousing that, in contrast, Alan was the only one fully dressed, even though his erection was protruding through the fly of his pants.

Suzanne didn't want to ruin Susan's sexy mood, so she said, "Susan, I'm so proud of you. Look how far you went to help Sweetie in his time of need. You're such a wonderful mother."

Susan felt a bit mollified, which caused her to stand up straighter, even though she was still covering her pussy. "Well, I'm just doing what I can," she replied modestly.

Turning to Katherine, she added, "Sometimes a referee is good, but other times I need privacy. Understand? I'll behave myself. Cross my heart and hope to die. I was in a strange mood earlier, but I'm better now."

"Okay," said Katherine grudgingly, "but leave the door unlocked just in case. We just may have to come in and check on you."

Mother and son got up to go. Susan was incredibly turned on that her daughter was acting like her mother, though she couldn't quite figure out why that rang her chimes.

Alan stuffed another cookie in his mouth as he got up to leave with her. He was getting revved up too and needed action.

Chapter 3

Suzanne was a bit puzzled by the turn in the conversation about refereeing, since Katherine hadn't explained that detail earlier when describing what happened in the afternoon. She figured that she would ask Katherine about it as soon as they were alone.

But before the others could leave the room, the red-headed vixen said to Alan, "Wait a second, Sweetie. Your sister and your mom just greeted me, but where's my greeting from you? Susan was telling me that you now have special signals for each of them to get their attention. That you grab Susan's butt and rub Katherine's bare pussy. But what's my special signal?" She walked towards him with her dress still barely clinging to her hips, and no clothing anywhere above that.

Alan closed the distance to her. His decision about what the "special signal" should be wasn't hard to make. He fondled her boobs and pinched her seemingly always-hard nipples. "How's this for a signal?" he said.

"Excellent!" she cried, writhing in ecstasy as his fingers on her nipples sent bolts of pleasure straight to her pussy and her brain. "Just what I thought you'd pick." She would have preferred to have had a signal that involved her pussy, but that body area had already been "taken" by Katherine's choice of signal. Although Suzanne's breasts weren't as sensitive as Susan's - few women's breasts were - it still felt really good to her when Alan played with them. He'd been learning his way around breasts in general, discovering with each of his lovers the type of fondling they liked the most. In the process he'd learned that Suzanne had sensitive nipples and how she liked them treated.

Alan mauled her so enthusiastically that she fell backwards and slid all the way to the floor. She was momentarily taken aback, but she wasn't hurt. One he saw she was okay, he kept kneading her boobs with his hands. His pants were still unzipped, so his turgid dick now dangled between her legs.

"Hey, you crazy lug, trying to get me killed?" she said playfully. "Lying on top of me like that, it's like you're planning on fucking me or something. Especially since your dick is hanging in the right area, rubbing against my thigh."

"That's not a bad idea..." he winked. "Thigh" was inaccurate - it was actually now resting right on top of her dark brown bush. His hips seemed to act of their own volition, thrusting with an up-and-down in-and-out fucking motion, though the only result was that his firm erection brushed back and forth over her clit in a most delightful manner.

"Alan!" Susan said in a menacing tone from across the room. "I think there's some improper contact going on underneath you. Remember the boundaries! And don't get too excited. I have dibs on that load that's building in your balls. Remember, this is a Tuesday."

But even after hearing that, he just kept sliding his dick right over Suzanne's pussy lips. Both of them were too aroused to stop, and in fact Suzanne started humping up at him in a way that looked almost exactly like fucking.

Susan added in a more pleading voice, "Son, please! Don't you want to fuck mommy's face or her big tits? Mommy's titties are waiting for you." She was frustrated because Suzanne's tits were just as big and Alan already held them in both hands. She stood closer, cupped her tits from below, and thrust her chest out, all but offering her rack on a platter. But Alan didn't even look her way.

She wondered, What can I offer him that that stupid Suzanne isn't already giving him? Grrr! Calling Suzanne "stupid" was as close as she came to cursing. Belatedly realizing that she was in the buff, she began bouncing about as if in great anticipation. She knew her son would have a hard time tearing his eyes away from all her jiggling, if only he would first look her way.

All her movement finally caught his eye. He was beside himself with pure joy. Just look at Mom - it's like she's playing jump rope, but there's no rope! Mom and Aunt Suzy are battling it out for my attention while poor Sis has to just sit by, waiting for her turn. All three are topless and panting, and totally gorgeous, longing to have fun with my dick. Does it get any better than this?!

Suzanne knew that, strategically, it was important for her to concede to Susan and let Alan go. If she didn't, Susan's jealousy would become immense, especially since it was a Tuesday. Unfortunately, with Alan's shaft continuing to slide all over her clit, she found it very difficult to stop what she was doing.

In fact, her body was completely helpless to resist anything he might do to her at that point, but she still had some conscious control over her mouth. That led her to say with a sigh, "Go to your mother, Sweetie. You'll just have to find where on me to put that thing some other time."

Luckily for the group dynamic, Alan wasn't well versed in reading a woman's non-verbal cues. Though Suzanne's body was all but screaming "Fuck me now!" he heeded her words and somehow pulled himself away.

He stood, stepping out of his pants in the process and leaving them behind. He felt a bit dazed so tried to recover his equilibrium. The smell of aroused pussy was so thick in the air that he found it hard to breathe.

Suzanne's body, though, did not accept losing to Susan that easily. She realized that she still hadn't been kissed by him, so she used that as an excuse to keep after him. She slowly got up off the sofa, leaving her clothes behind except for her high heels. "That was some signal you picked there, cutie. I love it!"

She turned to Susan, who was standing with her arms crossed under her exposed rack, in somewhat of a huff. "What about my kiss, Susan? Doesn't my Sweetie still get to kiss me because I entered the room?"

Susan had stopped jumping and was trying to regain some of her lost dignity. "Oh, all right. But please make it quick. My mouth is watering for some tasty cock." She attempted to look stern and motherly, but her words, plus the fact that she was naked with a blatantly dripping pussy, didn't exactly help strengthen that impression.

Alan made out with Suzanne for several more minutes while Susan and Katherine stood and watched, impatient and incredibly aroused. Since he and Suzanne were standing, they didn't go as far into almost fucking as when they'd been on the sofa. He continued his vigorous exploration of her big tits the whole time.

Suzanne was careful not to jack him off, for fear that Susan would complain and thus bring the kissing to an early end. While she managed to resist that temptation, her hands had a lot of fun exploring the rest of his body.

Both of the watching women found themselves playing with their bare breasts, unconsciously mimicking the way Alan was kneading Suzanne's heavy pale orbs.

Alan's hands eventually found their way to Suzanne's bubble butt and even some distance down her thighs. His hot cock was already burning into her skin as they continued to kiss and grope each other, but he pulled their bodies even closer together. Because she was wearing four-inch high heels, her hips were a few inches above his, so his boner pressed against her thigh instead of on top of her pussy.

She fantasized that it actually burned and left a brand right on her upper thigh. She found it strangely arousing to imagine having a brand with the outline of Alan's dick on her white skin right next to her pussy. But then she snapped out of it. What the hell was that thought all about? I'm beginning to sound like Angel with her "master" fixation. No thanks!

Then she began to think, His cock is at just the right height. Just a little bit of adjustment and it'll be sliding up my burning slit. And right in front of the others. Who cares? Let 'em all know! It's time for Sweetie to fuck me! It's time for Susan to see what she's missing!

Suzanne was so far gone with lust that she was ready to do it, letting the chips fall where they might. But just as she reached down to fit Alan's hardness into her slot, Susan walked up, bent over, and pointedly tapped her on the shoulder.

"Suzanne! You said I could play with him for a while. Can't I? Are you gonna keep him all evening? I let you kiss him and everything. If I can't suck him dry of all his seed, then, then ... Well, I don't know what!"

Suzanne thought, Drat! Foiled again! She could see that Susan was so **** for her cum fix that she had **** but to let Alan go. She quickly backed off and waved him away because she knew she couldn't resist any further if he touched her again. "Go on, kid, run along to the twin milky towers over there before she gets mad at me."

Suzanne sighed as she felt his pulsing boner withdraw from her sweaty skin. She pondered her own strange thoughts about wanting to be branded. Damn. He's really getting under my skin. When am I ever going to get plowed by that magnificent piece of meat? I don't think I've ever been in lust so badly before. Maybe it's because I'm so deeply in love with him at the same time. How I can love someone only half my age like this is beyond me, but that's how it is. She sighed again.

She consoled herself that at least she'd have Katherine to play with once Susan was out of sight.