Hey Jealousy: Part 3

Chapter 7

There was dead silence. It took some seconds for his words to sink in.

"WHAT?" all of the women suddenly said in near unison. Then all four women began talking to him at once and he couldn't understand any of it.

Everyone was shocked, but Amy seemed the most shocked of all. She squealed a high-pitched yell of pure joy.

Susan even stopped fondling her own breasts temporarily in surprise at all the noise.

Katherine frowned, feeling extremely upset and much more jealous than ever before.

"Wait, wait, wait. Just wait a minute, everybody," Alan said, taking advantage of the relative silence that followed Amy's squeal. He turned towards Amy. "I know we haven't discussed this, Amy, but would you want to be my official girlfriend, even as I continue to have sex with other women, including all the other women here in this room?"

"Why sure," said Amy, overcome with joy. "Anything you want, Beau!" She squealed in delight again, pumping her fist in the air. "YES! Woo-hoo!" Then she leaned up against him and said, "You know, you've been my beau all along. Haven't I been calling you Beau for years?"

Everyone's eyes rolled heavenward as they realized that her old nickname for him, which they'd just assumed was spelled 'Bo', derived from 'Bro', could also be spelled 'Beau', which was a given name found most often in the southeastern U.S. They all knew that the old term for boyfriend or male admirer, 'beau', was spelled exactly the same way.

Katherine began to really fume when she heard that, even though she assumed that it was just one of Amy's frequent spur-of-the-moment plays on words.

Alan really liked it. He embraced Amy tightly, very pleased at her response. He knew he was incredibly lucky that she was so easy-going about sharing.

Susan wanted to point out that Alan wasn't actually having sex with anyone in the room (so far as she knew, at least), but she didn't want to break the mood.

"We can try it out," Alan continued in a casual voice while possessively fondling Amy's bare butt, "but you'll have to remember that it would mean you're no more special to me than anyone else in this room. I love you a lot, and I'm not trying to be cruel, but I have to be brutally honest about how the situation is. Obviously, in some ways Sis and Mom are even more special to me than you are, and that includes sexually. Even though they're my relatives, they're also my fuck partners."

Susan again felt the need to correct his use of the phrase "fuck partners," but instead let him continue. For some reason the whole situation was arousing her greatly.

Katherine was going to start an angry outburst, but his last sentences had silenced her temporarily.

He went on, "And even your mom, while not my real family, has a longer and deeper tie to me than you do. Although I've known you forever, Aims, we had kind of drifted away from each other in recent years, until really recently. But your mom has always been my Aunt Suzy, ever since I can remember. Lately she and I have developed a sexual bond that I don't intend on ever breaking."

Amy nodded.

"So what this all means is that we would go on dates and do stuff together publicly, but in return, if your mom, my mom, or Sis want to do anything with me sexually like suck my dick or even get fucked, their wishes would oftentimes come first, over yours. It's a trade-off. You can do more in public, but they can do more in private."

He looked around and made eye contact with each woman in turn. "In reality, I feel like all of you are my favorite girlfriend. For instance, I'd love to have Sis as my girlfriend, but obviously that can't happen publicly. Amy is the only acceptable female for the public eye. If I was, say, fucking you, Amy, and my mom came up to me and wanted me to fuck her right then, I'd have to roll right off of you and pound her pussy into oblivion first. Then of course I'd come back and fuck you afterwards."

He said all this in a normal tone of voice, as if this was how boys often asked girls to be their girlfriends. All the while he continued to play with her bare ass cheeks like he owned them, and his big erection poked into her lower abdomen with only his shorts in the way.

Susan finally felt she couldn't stay quiet. "Alan! I'm your mother, not your fuck partner! Please stop talking about fucking me already! You know how I feel about servicing and even serving your cock, and how much I totally love it, but really fucking your mother is different. That's a mortal sin in the eyes of the Lord."

However, her shirt was still hanging uselessly up around her shoulders, and in her mind she was still singing "The Alan Song."

He just ignored her. She's deceiving herself again, but she'll understand in time. It's amazing how she denies her true feelings, even now. He brought one hand from Amy's ass to her chest and began fondling her there too. "What do you say, Aims?"

"I'll do anything you want, Beau. I'll gladly share you with anyone you want. I'm totally cool with that. Especially if it's these special people. These are my favorite people in the whole world. I love them, so I'd love to share you with them. Cool! I'm just so happy! First, I get to be one of your official helpers, and now this!" She bounced up and down excitedly.

He watched her boobs jiggle endlessly as she kept bouncing and bouncing and bouncing with happiness. He was soaring with joy too. Even though his heart was pounding wildly, he felt strangely calm and in control.

She leaned in and kissed him. All of his casual fondling in front of the others had gotten her hot and she was ready for a scorching kiss.

But he said, "Aims, let's not just kiss, but let me 'get your attention.'"

"Oh, right! M'kay! Sorry, Beau!" She unzipped and unbuttoned his shorts and took out his stiff prick, even though this wasn't part of her "attention" tradition, at least as practiced so far.

They kissed much more passionately and physically than the first time, which was already very intense. It was as if they merged at the mouth. Once again he let his hands roam all over her, while she tried her best to get him to shoot a load by pumping his boner with both hands. His shorts had fallen to the floor shortly after his fly was unzipped, but somehow Amy managed to get his T-shirt off in the middle of the kiss. That meant both of them were now completely nude.

Soon he switched to dry humping her, with his stiff hard-on thrusting between her thighs right along the outside of her pussy. He was all but fucking her standing up, even though they were standing in front of her mother and his mother and sister.

At one point she managed to jump up into his arms, so he wound up holding her off the ground by her ass while she ground her entire body into his.

Susan muttered quietly to Suzanne, "Look at how he's taking and taming your daughter right in front of us!" She couldn't hide the lust and excitement in her voice, but she was also concerned for her best friend, so she asked, "Are you okay with this?"

Suzanne stared at the two teens for a few moments before replying. "I'm torn, I must admit. I keep thinking of her as my little baby. But looking at that body, and the way they're fondling each other, it's clear she's very much a woman. I need to adjust."

Susan whispered back, "It gets me SO HOT to watch him tame another big-titted babe! It just feels so right to me. Amy belongs to him now, like we all do. You'll get used to it, don't worry."

Suzanne rolled her eyes at that. She certainly didn't feel that Alan had tamed her, and she had no interest in being tamed.

Katherine was still fuming at the idea of Amy being Alan's girlfriend. Watching the way the two of them were dry humping right in front of her steamed her even more. Yet it also aroused her greatly. She'd never realized a person could be both so turned on and so angry at the same time.

She at least felt somewhat mollified by the arrangement Alan had just explained, that the other three came first. If he hadn't qualified his statement with that, the whole house would have gone into an uproar, not just from Katherine, but from Susan and Suzanne too.

As it was, she managed to restrain herself to merely saying as snidely as she could, "You two, get a room."

Amy immediately responded, "M'kay!"

As usual, Amy had behaved so guilelessly that Alan found himself laughing. He had to put her back on the floor when his strength ran out after a while, but their "kiss" kept going.

He planned to talk to his sister about the girlfriend idea later in private, to calm her concerns some more. He'd thought this through already, and was confident how it would all play out. He would repeatedly soothe Katherine with the thought that he considered her more of his true girlfriend than Amy, which was true. He believed that Amy was pleasantly pliant and would agree to anything. He felt that he could even humiliate her in any way without her getting angry; he avoided doing so because he was a nice guy and he loved her.

He didn't know that Susan and Suzanne had already been discussing the idea of Amy as his girlfriend just that very morning, but had he known it, it wouldn't have surprised him too much, because the idea just made so much sense. He figured Katherine would come around soon enough. But that was later; at the moment he just wanted to enjoy Amy to the fullest.

To call what they were doing a kiss or even 'getting her attention' was an understatement. He began rhythmically sliding his boner through Amy's thighs, making it even more like they were really fucking than it had been before. The two of them went at it without much concern for time or their audience, doing whatever they liked.

He found Amy surprisingly active: she wasn't just the pliant, well-endowed, soft body he'd come to expect. Instead she groped at him with the same aggressiveness that her mother Suzanne usually showed.

She kept one hand grasping his erection, tightly squeezing and stroking it at all times, at least until he began dry fucking through her upper thighs. Then she used her thigh muscles to squeeze it in delightful ways as it slid between her thighs.

Her other hand ran through his hair, felt up his chest, explored the flexing biceps of his arms, and more. She even stuck her fingers into his mouth so he could suck on them.

She was more vocal than ever before. When she wasn't moaning or squealing, which was often, she said things like, "Oh yeah. Grab me there. That's good. Squeeze that boob! Tighter! Good! Yeah!"

Alan meanwhile spent a long time concentrating on his favorite part of her anatomy: her ass. He enjoyed the fact that it was so wide and big, yet so firm.

In the midst of all this "kissing," they did manage to actually kiss some too. He was a good number of inches taller and Amy wasn't wearing any shoes or heels, so she had to stand on her tiptoes or he had to bend down whenever their lips locked. Height difference was not a problem with any of the other Amazon-sized women in the house. In fact, Alan was often a bit shorter when the others wore their high heels. Amy was actually fairly tall for a girl her age, so she only seemed short compared to the other three women.

When their kiss (and thigh fucking) ended, Alan looked up and asked, "Is everyone else okay with that idea? The Amy girlfriend idea?"

The others had been watching intently. Susan was still fondling her own boobs. She was huffing and puffing like an old steam train, leaving her in no shape to object to anything. Insofar as any conscious thought crossed her sex-obsessed brain, it was pride that her son had added another gorgeous woman to his de-facto harem. She nodded her approval.

Suzanne was a bit shocked at seeing her daughter get so physical, but restrained herself from complaining. She realized that, abstractly, Amy and Alan together made sense; she'd even suggested it on her own. He does have to take someone his own age, for appearances with the outside world. I should welcome this, because it's much better than him doing the same with Angel, which would be a total social disaster and might even put us all in prison!

But will this derail my plans? Not if I'm smart. I need to turn this surprise around and use it to my advantage. I can use Amy to pull him away from the other Plummers a bit and more towards us Pestridges. My sweet Honey Pie will do anything I say. If I can embrace her sexual role, I may be able to get things done through her to keep the other two well fucked, sure, but not so either one is his number one sexual partner. That's gonna be MY position. I'll just have to embrace this. It sure isn't easy though.

Amy is still my darling little baby. But she's also a woman now. I have to face reality... Her mind kept racing round and round on such thoughts, which prevented her from getting aroused.

Katherine on the other hand wasn't thinking logically but was operating on a purely emotional level. She was practically ready to kill Alan out of jealousy, but she bottled it in until she could be alone with him. But unlike Suzanne she grew so aroused despite her unhappy thoughts that she almost couldn't control her desire to masturbate.

Thus, in the end, everyone nodded in response to Alan's question, including an enthusiastic nod from Amy. He found that cute. Katherine's nod was so brief it was almost indiscernible, but he optimistically took that as a 'yes'.

Somehow he'd managed to not cum yet, though it wasn't easy.

Amy didn't want to let go of his stiff boner or stop massaging it. She said, "Beau, I like to feel your thingy sliding all over my tummy. Can you put it back there?" She closed the distance between them again and rubbed her big boobs into his chest.

Unfortunately, Alan was too close to cumming to allow her to play with his erection at that moment. He finally had to pick up his shorts from the floor, put them back on, and stuff his erection back inside them in order to get her to stop. He purposely held off from cumming because he had special plans for that particular load and didn't know how much more stimulation he could take any time soon.

He looked around the room as he continued to hold and caress a naked Amy in his arms. He was fairly amazed to see the other females just sitting around patiently in various states of undress. Man! What a RUSH! I can't believe I'm getting away with all this, right in front of everybody. Our last "kiss" alone had taken at least five minutes, but no one's complained!

Susan especially seemed to have a "let the lovebirds enjoy their moment" attitude. Actually, it was more of a "let the lovebirds enjoy their moment while I enjoy fondling my own breasts" attitude.

Katherine's eyes shot daggers at him, but her hand was also frantically moving around underneath her shorts, since she'd finally given in to the urge to pleasure herself.

The fact was, all of them, even Suzanne, were too sexed up, too eager to please, and too spellbound with love and lust to object to his desires on this, even though he and they largely failed to fully realize it.

For instance, the main reason Katherine didn't have a public fit was because, through her anger, it occurred to her that a fuck toy doesn't make a public scene. So, perversely, not complaining and thus reveling in her subservient role actually aroused her powerfully.

After a long, silent pause, he said to his new girlfriend, "Okay, Amy, that's how it is."

She grabbed his hand, and they held hands tightly. "M'kay!" she repeated. "I'm psyched! Totally psyched! Super duper double wow-wonderifidousorifically fantastically psyched!"

He smiled at that; he loved the way she abused the English language. But he continued, "However, some bad news. Even though you're my girlfriend, I may not be able to be with you much for the next few days. There's the poker party tomorrow night, and then I go on my scouting trip this weekend. After that, I'll probably need a few days to catch up on homework, since I'm falling way behind. So the first time we can go on a date I guess is next weekend."

"M'kay! That's cool. I can't wait already!" she said joyfully. "Beau, you're the bestest, most amazingest boyfriend I could ever want! You've made me so very happy!"

She pulled away from him because she was so happy that she couldn't help but frolic. Thanks to all her cheerleading training, her frolicking was much like a cheerleading routine. The only difference was that she was now doing her routine moves in front of the people she cared about the most while utterly naked.

He watched her leg kicks with amusement. After she calmed down a minute or two later, he continued, "I hope I can make you happy. Very happy. Even though we may not go on an official date soon, we'll be doing lots of fun things before then. Like this. Come here."

She rushed to his side.

He put one of his hands back on her crotch and then stuffed three fingers right up her pussy. He wanted to see if he could go this far in front of everyone, but he needn't have worried, since the overall atmosphere was so sexual. He looked Katherine, Susan, and Suzanne in the eye, one by one. Even he felt surprised by how calm and confident he felt.

All three of them had various gripes about his action, but none of them said or did anything to stop him. In fact, they were all growing extremely aroused by the way he was so confidently and publicly fondling Amy. They could easily imagine that they would soon be getting a similar treatment from him in front of the whole group.

Katherine and Suzanne especially tried to keep poker faces, but their heaving chests gave their true feelings away. Susan meanwhile seemed lost in her self-fondling and her loud "mmmm"-ing and moaning.

Alan smiled a very happy smile. Yes. This is how it's going to be. I'm going to fuck them all, separately and together. Nothing will stop me now!

He'd never felt so elated in his life. A sense of power swept through him as he reveled in the knowledge that so many beautiful women were obedient to his sexual wishes.

Chapter 8

Alan continued to explain things to Amy as she stood naked next to him, slowly running her hands up and down his erection through his shorts. Everyone else sat around in what little clothes they happened to still have on, watching the new couple.

Although three of his fingers were pumping inside her pussy as he talked to her, he tried to act as if that was nothing unusual. "One other thing you should know, Aims, is that Tuesday is a special day for Mom and me. Generally speaking, she's the only one that pleasures me on Tuesdays."

"I knew that already, silly. Everybody here knows that, Beau."

"Oh. Since today is Tuesday, I think it would be good if she does that right now in front of everyone, so you can understand how things work and see if you're really okay with it, and if she's okay with it." He wanted to be more confident that Amy wouldn't suddenly get jealous and possessive, now that she was his official girlfriend. He felt it necessary to test her attitude right away. He also thought that it sounded like a damn fun and arousing thing to do. "Mom, can you do the honors?"

Susan nodded shyly and stood up. She'd made huge strides in what she was willing to do in front of the others, most of it just in the previous two days.

Alan took his erection out of his shorts once again, even though it had been covered for only a few minutes. His effort to protect it had been largely pointless anyway, as Amy had kept it constantly stimulated even when it was covered. He took his fingers out of Amy's pussy so he could give his full attention to enjoying whatever Susan might do to him next.

He turned to Susan and reached out, smearing Amy's juices all over his mother's buxom chest. He deliberately brushed over her erect nipples, causing them to twitch.

Susan didn't seem to mind at all; in fact she groaned her approval. She liked it when her son sexually tagged or marked her, since it reaffirmed her subservient status to him.

He said, "I've been holding back my cum just for you, Mom. All this talk and kissing has me plenty hard. I sure blew past my required six-times-a-day today! ... Oh, that reminds me. The numbering is something we should finally explain to Amy. She's gotten the gist, but we've never fully told her the reasons for the six-times-a-day treatment."

Susan was quickly becoming accustomed to getting sexual with Alan while Katherine was watching, and she was willing to do what she was told to do, but she nonetheless felt very nervous doing that in front of the other two women.

She tried to psych herself up. I have to do this. I have to show them all who is number one in Tiger's heart. And show them who's the best cocksucker! I have to remember his words: "Thrust your chest out and proudly poke your big tits high in the air, because you have nothing to be ashamed of." I'm the boss in this house and his REAL girlfriend. Well, actually, he's probably the boss now, but still, I'm his mommy. Nobody can love him more than his mommy! It's only right if he makes me do this, because this is what I do now: I suck his cock and let him play with my body. I'm his busty sex toy. That's my rightful role in life. That's what good mommies do!

Her shirt still hung around her shoulders and her big melons wobbled freely. She arched her chest forward to emphasize and display her tits even better. She was still wearing a relatively long skirt, though as usual there was nothing underneath it except a dripping pussy.

Alan and Amy were standing next to each other while everyone else sat around on different sofas that faced the TV. He said, "Kneel, Mom."

Susan got off the sofa and fell to her knees before her son. Her entire body was trembling with humiliation and lust. "Kneel, Mom." My goodness! Hearing that sent such a shiver down my spine! It's like I really AM a sex pet!

Alan needed some moments to compose himself and calm himself, or he knew that he'd cum too soon. So he walked to the stereo to put on some music.

Before he could decide what to play, Amy spoke up. "Oooh! Oooh! Please, Beau! You know what I want!"

Alan said with amusement and chagrin, "Let me guess: the B-52's' 'Mesopotamia'."

He knew he'd guessed right by the way she squealed for joy and bounced around excitedly. He liked the B-52's a lot, but he almost regretted introducing Amy to them since she now played their songs so often. He put in the CD and started the song she wanted.

That only excited her even more. "Ooooh! My favoritest day ever, and now I get to hear the bestest, most number one-derfulest song too!"

Alan couldn't help but smile at Amy's enthusiasm. He walked between the sofas, towards the TV, and sat on the low coffee table where people often rested their feet while watching TV. From there, everyone could see him clearly.

He wagged a finger at Susan, indicating she had to come to him.

She was **** to crawl to him, and even though it was only a short distance. Having to do that doubled both her embarrassment and her lust.

Amy sat down. Then she and the others leaned forward in anticipation. The only obvious difference in their behavior was that Amy was bopping to the B-52's.

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Susan didn't say a thing. She just leaned forward and began sucking on his thick erection. Doing such an act in front of just Suzanne, Katherine, or Amy alone would have been okay for her. But by doing it in front of all three, she felt like she was on stage in front of a crowd. Her whole body trembled with fear and excitement, yet she found the feeling strangely exhilarating.

She started licking her way around his bulbous cockhead, but after a few seconds that wasn't enough to satisfy her lusty need, so she engulfed his knob and began bobbing back and forth over his sweet spot. It wasn't the most original move, but she knew it was devastatingly effective.

After about a minute of enjoying her slurpy suction, he said, "Wait a minute, Mom. I think you're far too overdressed. Please get more comfortable."

Susan began pulling her shirt the rest of the way off her shoulders.

"Wait," he said again. "Stand up as you're taking everything off." It was true that he loved to see her naked, but he was also stalling for time, to give his boner a break.

So she put the shirt back in place, let go of his cock, and stood up. His command made her feel even more like a subservient object on display to an audience for his amusement, which drove her even more wild with lust. She stared at the ceiling, too embarrassed to make eye contact with anyone. She then started to take off both her shirt and dress at once. She was trying to get the humiliating experience over with as soon as possible, even though she was enjoying every second of it.

She took both items off in as seductive a manner as she could manage.

That still didn't satisfy him. "Wait," he said yet again, just after she was all done. "Start over. Can't you do it more sexily? Actually, I want you to put on a full-on strip show. Pretend you're the conservative Mom we all used to know. Go put on one of your old dress shirts and act like our old Mom even as you strip for us all."

Chapter 9

Susan was wordless as she walked to the underwear cabinet by the front door to get an old blouse that covered her completely. The others could all still see and hear her from where they sat. She also put on a long skirt that she kept by the door when to go outside the house. She even put a white ribbon in her hair, which had been her practice nearly every day before her recent sexual liberation.

"Tiger, you think I'll do anything you say, don't you?" she said to him in mock exasperated tones as she picked out clothes to wear.

"Let's see ... Yes!" he replied with deft comic timing.

Everyone laughed, even Susan.

She sashayed back into the living room. Her high heels firmed up her legs and butt, which made her walking look that much sexier.

She quickly put on the blouse, saying to him, "How is it that, after being turned into this sex ... addict, this predator, who wants to fuck his whole family and the neighbor's family as well, and even wants to fuck his own mother for crying out loud, how is it that you're still so cute and lovable?"

"It's all due to excellent mothering," he replied, both joking and serious at the same time.

Susan, now back in the living room, took that as a cue to begin her striptease. Pretending that no one else was in the room, she said, "So, you think having your buxom mother strip like some sleazy lap dancer constitutes excellent mothering? I'm shocked! Shocked!" Even as she said this, she began to unbutton her blouse and wiggle her butt.

"The very idea of nakedness - I find it appalling," she added, now really getting into parodying her old self. Her voice changed, sounding more terse and uptight. "It's almost as bad as sex, and we all know how bad that is." She completed unbuttoning all of her shirt buttons. "It's so IMPROPER!"

"But even worse than that are these two big things," she said as she briefly flashed her hefty boobs and then closed her blouse. "God, how I hate them. Maybe I should have them reduced. What do you think, Tiger? Are they too big?" She opened her blouse all the way, as if to get his feedback on having breast reduction surgery.

"Oh wait!" she said in mock horror, as she continued to wiggle her butt more enthusiastically, "You're not supposed to see those. Quick, look away!" She acted as if rebuttoning her blouse was not an option. Instead of trying to hide her tits, she cupped them from below with her hands and raised them toward him, making them look even bigger than they already were.

"You're not looking away, Tiger! If you stare at these too long, it will make you go blind, and you'll go to Hell, too, but as a blind man. Wait, I have an idea. If I raise my skirt, that will distract you and take your attention."

She pulled her skirt up and exposed her bush. She put on a very innocent but shocked face. "Oh no! I'm not supposed to be showing you that either! Whatever will I do?"

She considered what to do next to make her actions sexier. She wanted to make him forget all about Amy for a while and show everyone that she loved him the best in every way. In the meantime her wiggling turned into more of a dance, bouncing in time to the B-52's.

Alan's dick was still a little too excited. But he also realized that this was too good to watch without being pleasured at the same time.

So he snapped his fingers in Katherine's direction, beckoning her with his eyes.

She crawled over to him and started stroking his hard-on, even though her heart was still heavy over Alan choosing Amy to be his girlfriend. She tried to remind him of how much she loved him by pleasuring his cock as best she possibly could.

As he luxuriated in the sensations caused by his sister's fingers skillfully wandering up and down his hard-on, he thought, This evening is so perfect. Everything is going my way. And I'm learning that I can get any of these women to do anything I want, in front of anyone else. They don't want to fall behind in the competition. I'm in control now.

But just after he thought this, Katherine painfully pulled on and twisted his erection. He looked down and saw a partly angry yet partly apologetic expression on her face. He realized that was her way of saying, "You'd better believe we're going to talk about this Amy-as-girlfriend decision later." That point made, she continued stroking lovingly and sensually as she had been doing before.

Susan continued to sway as if dancing to a song only she could hear. She'd been stalling for time, trying to figure out where to take her striptease role-play when an idea popped into her head. She said out loud, "My unmentionables are totally exposed. Whatever will I do?! Oh, I know! I'll cup my hand over my most private part, so at least you won't be able to see all of that. I mean, really! Having my son look at me there, why the very thought is just so improper!" One hand continued to hold up the dress while the other cupped her bush.

As if realizing her hands were working at cross purposes, she went on, "But now he can see my tits and I don't have any hands free to cover them up! Oh excuse me, I mean my breasts. Tit: what a vulgar word! Yuck! I should wash my mouth out with soap just for saying such a foul thing. Oh wait, I just forgot I'm all out of soap. I guess I'll just have to put something else in my mouth that's long and hard and thick and slippery. I can't possibly think of what that could be, but later on I'll close my eyes, and Tiger, you can surprise me with something. You always know just the right thing to put in your mommy's mouth."

Susan stared hungrily at his crotch, watching her daughter's hand sliding up and down its slippery shaft, and she felt an uncontrollable need to crawl over to it and plunge it deep into her mouth. She didn't care about having to share it; in fact, in her current sexed-up mood she thought it would be all the better if she and Katherine could lick it, and each other, until they drowned in a delightful cum bath.

But she realized her blowjob fantasies were taking her out of the character she was supposed to be playing, so she resumed her striptease. She said, "But anyway, what to do about my, uh, breasts? I'd better take my skirt off all the way, so the hand that's holding that up can cover them instead."

She used both hands to pull her skirt all the way off, leaving her more naked than before. All that remained was her blouse, hanging wide open. One hand returned to cover her bush while the other cupped a tit from the underside, doing more to thrust it out than cover it up. "Ah, that's better," she said, as she continued to sway and gyrate to the music in her head. "Although one breast is still exposed, I suspect this is as good as I can do. Unfortunately, they're just too big to be covered up easily. Tiger, you're not looking at your mother's disturbingly erect nipples, are you? I don't know how that happened; it must be the cold air."

He just shook his head 'no'. He didn't want to interrupt her creative monologue. He couldn't help but chuckle at her "cold air" comment - the collective heat coming off everyone was bringing the room to a boil, and Susan especially was sweating profusely.

"No, you say," she said to him, ignoring his laughter. "And I guess it's true, but only because you're still looking between my legs. Why are you looking there? Is it because you think I'm masturbating myself?" She started vigorously frigging herself as she said that, while the hand on her tit moved to squeeze the nipple.

"Are you looking at my CUNT? Oops, I shouldn't say that naughty word. Your mommy has a pussy or a vagina, not a cunt. For instance, it's not proper to say, 'I want to stick my big cock in my mommy's hot cunt.' Instead, you need to say, 'I want to stick my huge, erect penis in my mother's heated, throbbing vagina.'"

She chuckled at that. "Besides, you wouldn't actually want to do that, would you? Why would you think such unseemly things of your mother? I barely even knew I had a vagina! Can women masturbate even? I didn't know that. Well, if you persist in staring there, I'd better do something else to hide myself. Let's see..."

He was on the brink of cumming, but luckily Katherine was so captivated watching Susan that her stroking had nearly ceased. However, just her occasional feathery brush-stroke near his cockhead kept him giddy with total arousal.

Susan said, "Maybe if I turn around then you won't be able to see all my naughty bits." She pivoted, now exposing her backside to Alan and the rest. Since she'd already lost her skirt, there was nothing to hide her fine, firm ass. As if there was any doubt of what a magnificent ass it was, she bent further over and proudly thrust it out toward the others.

She got more into the dance she was doing, swaying her hips from side to side. "Oh shit!" she finally said. "Pardon my vulgar language - Tiger, you'll just have to stuff my mouth even more with that lovely long soap bar of yours - but I just realized you can see my ass now! I mean, my rear end! Whatever will I do?"

She got even more into the dancing, so she stopped trying to carry on a dialogue. She still wore the open blouse, but as she danced she slowly pulled her arms free, sliding out of the blouse completely. Then she dramatically twirled the blouse around over her head a few times and let it fly across the room, just like a real stripper.

The CD Alan had put on had come to an end, but Susan just kept dancing, now completely nude. The utter silence from the lack of music was a bit disconcerting, but somehow it made her act all the more captivating.

Alan glanced at Amy to see if she was miffed at Susan for stealing the limelight. But Amy was smiling broadly, appearing as transfixed as everyone else.

Susan had started the striptease burning with embarrassment, but now that she was fully into it she didn't feel at all embarrassed. She was reveling in her sexuality and having the time of her life. She went from being ashamed of the crowd to almost wishing that there were even more people to see her wanton display (provided that they were all in-the-know women).

YES! This is how it should be! Look at Angel - it was bugging me that she was only stroking him, but she's finally started licking his sweet spot. Tiger is taming all four of us, and now we're learning to work as a team to serve his cock! The more I dance, the more his cock stays stiff and hot, and the more Angel can lick and stroke him! Heck, even Amy and Suzanne are getting in on things with the way they're looking so yummy playing with themselves! I love it!

She threw her arms up in the air and danced as she imagined an exotic belly dancer or gypsy would do, wiggling her stomach and repeatedly thrusting out her hips. Then, after a while, she began running her hands all over her ass and other parts of her body until finally she returned to openly masturbating herself. Soon her gyrations had less to do with the timing of the music in her head and more to do with the needs of her body.

She got so into it that she kicked her high heels off so she could dance freely, flinging them with high kicks just like a professional striptease artist might do.

But about a minute later, she suddenly came out of her masturbation stance and threw her arms into the air again, stretching her whole body as if in the grips of an ecstatic climax (which she was).

Alan had heard of people mentally taking a picture, but now he fully understood what that could mean: time seemed to freeze and the image of his mother's nude body stretching in complete rapture was etched into a memory he expected never to forget.

As he sat there, watching her exultation and hearing her scream of joy, it occurred to him, This is not just about me, or about sex. And this is way, way more than just about her striptease.

For Mom, this is about freedom. Liberation. She's throwing off the chains of convention and conformity that have kept her down her whole life. It's as if I can see the chains coming off at this very moment as the dancing frees her.

She's fully embracing her true self, and it turns out that deep down she's a very sexual person. To think that she might have gone through life without ever discovering this! Such a close call, and her opening up is all because of my weird medical condition. What a tragic waste life would have been without that, for all of us, but especially for her. Wow!

Even as he was having this intellectual epiphany, brought on by her dancing, his body was having a physical reaction to the same sexy sight. Somehow the notion that his mother was so wantonly letting go in the middle of the living room, the same room where they'd opened Christmas presents and watched Super Bowls every year, was more than he could take.

He was so insane with lust that his dick would have erupted even without Katherine licking him and jerking him off. Yet, luckily, at the same time, she could see that her mother's dance was coming to an end so she sped up her efforts to get him to cum. She could tell that it wouldn't be long now, so she sat back so she could aim his cum at her face and chest.

His erection started to explode with cum, with the first couple of ropes hitting her squarely in her cleavage. But then he simply said, "Aim for Mom!"

Katherine pointed his stiffness towards Susan as if pointing a gun. His next ropes flew a few feet forward, right onto his mother's lower legs.

Susan seemed lost in her own world, dancing away, but she wasn't so out of it to miss the feeling of warm cum splashing onto her skin. She was so delighted by this perfect cap to her dancing that her whole body began to buckle and shake. She fell to her knees, unable to stand.

She'd happened to fall forwards towards Alan and Katherine. That also allowed Katherine to aim Alan's still-spurting cock towards her chest.

Susan continued to writhe as she was overcome by one of the most intense orgasms of her life. Her son's cum seemed to be falling down on her like rain. She arched her back and thrust her chest out to catch all the flying cum on her skin.

Alan and Susan both groaned and moaned uncontrollably. The others were completely quiet, transfixed by the remarkable rain of cum.

Susan unexpectedly pierced the relative silence of the room with an incoherent, guttural cry that was probably one of the loudest noises she'd ever made. She collapsed on the floor, completely spent.

The group sat there in a stunned silence, broken only by Susan's heavy breathing.

Then Alan clapped and the rest joined in enthusiastically. "Wow, Mom! You were great!"

Susan seemed to "come to," feeling very self-conscious once again. She was blushing furiously, but was still relaxed enough to stand up and take a good-natured bow before her audience.

She was surprised to note that everyone else was now completely nude. It was as if her dance had been so hot that no one could stand to bear the burden of wearing any clothing at all.