CHAPTER 1 (Wednesday, Nov. 13)

As Alan walked down the stairs towards the living room, he had a rough idea that he'd see the women playing cards in various states of undress. But to witness it live in front of him exceeded his expectations. He thought, It's like the female cast of Baywatch is playing strip poker, but these women are even hotter than them.

But what pleased him most was to see Brenda again. As he stepped into the living room, he said,"Hi Brenda, how have you been?"

She already had her top pulled down enough to expose her pointy nipples.

Alan, though, acted as if that was nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, he made a point of looking at her only in the face - for now.

She acted shocked and disturbed. "Alan? What are you doing here? Suzanne, I thought you said the game would be just us girls!" She bashfully covered her chest with her arms, an act made pointless by their sheer size.

Truthfully, she was secretly very delighted. In fact, she was already so aroused that she spoke towards his crotch, unable to take her eyes off of the huge bulge that attempted to burst out of his shorts.

Suzanne, herself topless, said, "I thought Alan would be too busy with his homework to join us, but it looks like he's finished."

Alan correctly picked up a hidden message to follow what she said.

"Yeah, I just finished my homework, and I'd be delighted to join in or just sit back and watch. Whatever suits you ladies best."

"I'm sure you would," Brenda complained. "But I don't want a young man ogling my body."

He sat down to watch the game, incredibly aroused by the whole scene. "Well then Brenda, you should play better to make sure you don't lose."

As far as the game was going, Brenda had actually done fairly well compared to the others. So far she'd only lost twice. She gave up her collar with her first loss, and on her second loss, (after much joking encouragement) she elected to expose her long nipples, since they were begging to be freed of constraints anyway.

By comparison, Susan and Katherine were topless, Amy had her dress off of both her tits and ass, and all Suzanne had left was her dress bunched up around her stomach, which covered nothing of strategic importance at all (though her pussy was hidden from most eyes by the table provided she remained sitting).

Brenda was trying to hide her strangely intense feelings for Alan, but she was so aroused by the game already that she didn't do a very good job. She replied to him, "That's easy for you to say. This is so embarrassing! Would you look at this? I'm not even partially covered up. You can see my nipples and my breasts are jiggling all over the place!"

She removed her arms from her chest so Alan could see exactly what she meant. "I might as well get it over with. It's not like I can play cards all evening with my hands over my chest. Damn." She picked up her cards and no longer tried to block his view of her monstrous rack in any way.

Alan thought, Nice, Brenda, nice. I can't wait until I'm pounding Alan Junior in THAT bottomless cleavage. She's so fucking STACKED! Wow. I wonder if I should take my penis out right now to give it some air. Or maybe even get someone to tend to it like during the fashion show.

Nah. That would probably freak Brenda out, not to mention who knows what Mom would do. Would she scream in protest, or demand to take charge of the stroking? There's no telling with her lately. No, it's better to hold off a bit until everyone is that much hornier. I'm sure I'll be getting a lot of stroking and sucking before the night is done. Patience, my Padawan, patience.

He focused most of his attention on Brenda, since he'd seen the others naked lots of times already. Plus, even if she'd been flat-chested, she still would have been one of the most outstandingly beautiful women he'd ever seen. She was amply endowed everywhere, especially on her protruding and peachy ass, yet she was full bodied, not fat or chubby. Her face, too, was heartbreakingly cute and beautiful. She'd never lost her baby fat.

But he played down his interest. He had an instinct that she'd had too many guys go after her aggressively and that he'd have much better results if HE was the one to play hard to get. "Brenda, it's no big deal. Look around. Everyone is topless or more. No big whoop."

The others had built up Alan's reputation as the "insatiable sex machine." The mere fact that so many sex bomb women were sexually involved with him at the same time was impressive and a strong aphrodisiac. Brenda felt a strange and irrational competitive desire to wow him more than he could wow her. This so called "sex machine" is going to be putty in my hands just like every other man, once he falls under the spell of my huge tits and cute face.

He was playing her perfectly. His "no big deal" type comments egged her on, because the more he ignored her, the more she wanted him. To be ignored or even have to compete for attention was an almost completely unprecedented experience for Brenda ever since she'd grown her improbable rack.

Within minutes of his arrival, she started to flirt with him. But that didn't earn her his exclusive attention. After a few more minutes passed, she saw him blatantly stare at Suzanne and she wanted that to stop. She cupped her tits with both hands and lifted them up, sheepishly smiling in his direction. That got his undivided attention, but only for so long.

Susan wanted Alan to look at her, so she stood up and asked if anyone wanted more to drink. In fact, this was just an excuse to get her rack bouncing. She rocked back and forth on her high heels to cause her nearly pale breasts to rock around in circles.

Alan, predictably, sat mesmerized at his mother's blatant tit show.

Brenda had to win his attention back by raising a hand up to her head, lifting her chest and jiggling her tits as well. She smirked in triumph.

But she didn't win his attention for long, as Katherine said something and gave him a smoldering look to keep him focused on her.

So Brenda had to resort to greater and greater extremes. Soon she overtly played with her nipples, just to win more looks from him. She tried to justify this in her mind by pretending that she was drunk, but deep down she knew she wasn't even tipsy yet.

Susan, meanwhile, was continuing with her tit show. She was very irritated by Brenda's larger rack. She considered it a threat for Alan's attentions.

There was so much jiggling going on that Alan joked, "I don't know what it is, but all of a sudden I'm feeling very hungry for some Jell-O."

Amy cupped one of her tits and asked, "Would you like some milk with that?"

Everyone laughed, but it also reminded Alan both of the Amy-inspired milk incident and of breast-feeding from his mother's chest, as Amy no doubt knew it would. Alan was surprised - Amy didn't usually say those kinds of things. But he was also pleased, and very, very aroused to imagine Amy pregnant and lactating.

Alan joined in the game as soon as the next hand was dealt.

It seemed that as soon as Alan arrived, all of Brenda's luck left her. Perhaps her mind was too occupied by his presence and she was too busy modeling her body in sexy poses for his benefit to concentrate on the game.

But for whatever the reason, she lost the next three hands, and had to take off both gloves and then what remained of her top. She again made a big protest out of it each time, but secretly loved it. All she was left with was the narrow strip of fabric that covered parts of her crotch and ass.

She made a fuss about her losses. "What ever am I going to do if I keep losing? How long will I be able to stop him from seeing me completely naked? It's just not fair. You should have warned me that he'd be playing."

Susan lost the next hand and had to pull her dress off of her ass. It still covered her crotch, and not much else. Now that Alan was there, she and everyone but Brenda and Alan switched to a strategy of deliberately losing.

But Brenda lost the next hand and had to expose her ass as well. She was so nervous that she just pulled her outfit off of her ass without getting up for anyone to see what she was doing. It took Amy sitting next to her to confirm that she'd done it.

Then it was Suzanne's turn to lose. All her private parts were exposed already, and the only thing left was for her to take her outfit off over her head completely. She loved to ham things up. She prolonged the taking off of clothes, mostly for Alan's benefit. When she finally did get it off, she made it look like that gave her an intense orgasm.

The sight of Suzanne struggling to get her clothes over her head and the inevitable tit jiggling that followed took Alan's breath away.

Alan thought, I've lost count of how many times I've stopped breathing in sheer awe tonight, and I've only been sitting here a short while. This has got to be the greatest five sets of tits ever put together in one place. I swear to God!

After Suzanne did that, Brenda commented to her, "You're completely naked now. Does that mean the game is over?"

"Of course not, unless we all want it to. Does anyone want it to end?" A long pause indicated no takers to that idea.

Ever since Alan had arrived, Brenda had protested so much that she felt obliged to say something. "I suppose I can't quit now and ruin the game for everybody." That was a pretty feeble excuse, and in fact she was the most eager out of all of them. But she had her pride. She covered up the ensuing awkward silence by asking Suzanne, "So what happens if you lose again?"

"The usual rules," the pale beauty replied, as if those were obvious to everyone. "If all of the clothes are gone, the person with the highest hand gets to pick a dare for the person with the lowest hand to do. The winner can't be part of the dare in any way. Didn't you ever play strip poker when you were younger?"

"No. I got busty at a young age and kept growing, so my parents kept me on a very tight leash." Brenda was wistfully disappointed at all the fun she'd missed out on.

Katherine said mischievously, "Your parents kept you on a tight leash, eh? Mom, did you hear that? Sounds like an excellent suggestion to me. Now you know what I want for my birthday – a tight leash so I can be ordered around naked on all fours."

Susan chastised her daughter, "All right, Angel, I think that's quite enough joking." To the group, she asked, "Are you all sure we should keep this game going, after comments like that?"

"That's what your boundaries are for, Susan," Suzanne pointed out. "We all respect your boundaries. Are you willing to respect them too, Brenda?"

"Of course." Brenda wanted to keep the game going so she could get Alan to fall under her spell, not to mention the fact that she was having so much fun. Alan was obviously attracted to her - she'd yet to meet a straight man who wasn't - but she was frustrated that he already wasn't complete putty in her hands like most men who crossed her path.

It was a good thing though, that he'd opted for his playing hard to get strategy. Once a man started to grovel, Brenda would lose all interest. She loved a challenge. However, she was beginning to think that this game might be too much of a challenge. She'd never really had to directly compete with one woman as attractive as her, but now all at once there were four.

For the time being, she tried to brave it out. It's tough competition, admittedly, but I've got the hottest body here. I'm going to prove it by getting him to admit it. I'll show everybody. It's obvious that he loves tits, so he's gonna love me the best.

Suzanne said, "Okay then, let's continue. Unless you don't want to, Susan?"

Susan was silent and briefly blushed. Despite her protestations, her pussy was pulsing. Her mouth could complain all she wanted to, but her pussy wasn't going to let the game end. Further, Susan's breasts were very emphatic that they wanted the game to continue. She didn't have particularly long nipples (that was something else she was jealous of Brenda about), but her crinkly nipples stood out about as long as they'd ever been.

CHAPTER 2

Suzanne pressed on and dealt the next hand.

Brenda lost that hand, and slid what remained of her outfit down past her knees. That revealed a pussy leaking like an open faucet. She realized that she hadn't felt so horny in ages, if there was anything in her life to compare the experience to at all. Her marriage had turned sour a few years back, which led to her upcoming divorce, and she'd rarely had any erotic experiences in the last couple years.

Katherine had Brenda in her jealous sights, and teased her a bit. "Hey Brenda, did someone spill a pitcher of water in your lap? I thought that you said you weren't turned on, and that you were just humoring us to keep playing."

Brenda bit her lip. She was at a loss for words. Finally, she muttered, very quietly, "It's not how it looks..." Trying to change the subject, she asked, "So what happens if I keep losing?"

Katherine, wanting to scare Brenda off, tried to shock her with something drastic. "Well, then I suppose Alan's going to have to tie you up and have his way with you. He'll probably fuck every orifice you've got. So if you've got any self-respect, now's the time to leave."

Little did Katherine realize, but that was music to Brenda's ears. She'd had bondage fantasies for years. So her only response was, "What would he use? Ropes or chains?"

Katherine was so bewildered by that that she didn't know what to say.

The game continued, though there were many raised eyebrows. Everyone wondered about Brenda.

Amy lost the next round, and bunched her dress up around her stomach, to expose her pussy, just as Suzanne and Brenda already had to do.

Because of the table, Alan sometimes couldn't see what was being shown off down below, unless the person sat next to him. So he asked Amy, "Aims, can you stand up so I can see what you've got there? We have to be sure that you've taken it off all the way."

"M'kay!" she answered with her usual bright smile. She held her dress up above her belly button while she swayed her hips back and forth to better show off her bald pussy. As she did, she proudly announced, "Alan is my official boyfriend!"

The others, even Brenda, were already well aware of this fact. But they humored Amy with smiles.

Then Susan lost the next hand and had to make the same display. As she gyrated her hips sensuously, she said in a matter-of-face tone, "Brenda, you may look down on me for acting like some kind of naked nympho slut for my son. And yes, I realize what I'm doing it wrong, from a certain point of view. But my son is just so virile! He has needs, great needs! Why, even the doctors and nurse have to admit that it's a medical fact he has to have his cock drained by big-titted babes over and over and over, every single day! Who am I to resist such a well-hung, cum-filled boy?"

Brenda found herself hypnotized, both by Susan's gyrations and by her sinful words. She longed to see Alan and Susan rutting, almost more than she longed to have Alan lying on top of herself, hammering her endlessly with powerful hip thrusts.

Then Brenda lost again and had to take what remained of her outfit off of her body altogether. She was still dreadfully nervous so she simply slipped it off while sitting.

But Suzanne could see that Brenda was horny enough to be pushed further. She said, "Tut tut, Brenda. That's not how we do things around here. Didn't you hear Alan's request to Amy that she stand while stripping?"

Brenda gulped. It was one thing to show off her breasts. She did that nearly every single day, though they were clothed. But she wasn't used to making a public display of her pussy. Her body actually trembled as she stood. She closed her eyes, as if having them closed somehow meant this wasn't happening.

Susan could be naïve and clueless at times, but this time she could see how uncomfortable Brenda was. After all, Susan had been in the same situation of sexual embarrassment many times in the very recent past. So, even though she was burning with jealousy, her innate kindness took over and she tried to support her. "Brenda, I think you're doing great. And you're so brave. You have a very lovely pussy."

Amy could see what Susan was doing and began praising Brenda's pussy.

Suzanne did so as well.

Katherine, though, was silent and filled with jealous bile. She was having a hard time not blurting out something insulting.

Brenda found the experience of having a group of women discussing her openly displayed pussy to be extremely humiliating yet strangely exhilarating.

Her knees nearly buckled when she heard Susan say, "It's so pink and wet and perfectly formed. Very wet, in fact. I know Alan will just love fucking it. That pussy needs a good taming."

She was incredibly aroused by the way all the other women took it as a given that Alan would soon be fucking her. She held her breath to hear what Alan had to say about her pussy, but he remained silent.

Eventually the comments tricked to an end and she sat back down. She remained quite nervous though, especially because she realized that she was now eligible for a dare if she lost again.

As the game continued, all the women except Brenda continued their talkative banter. They made jokes and lewd comments. For instance, Katherine (who generally remained in a good and horny mood except when thinking about Brenda) teased when Amy turned to show her wide ass off to the group, "Aims, is all that white goo dribbling out of your pussy courtesy of Alan? Damn, I didn't realize he tapped you already, but he sure tapped you good!"

Amy blushed and replied, "No. That's just me."

Alan generally tried to remain silent in situations like this, figuring that was safest. At times, the others talked about him like he wasn't there, but of course he heard every word.

Brenda refrained from talking because most of it was women making sexual comments and compliments to each other. She felt very uncomfortable with anything smacking of lesbianism. She had mixed feelings about the flattering comments about her looks unless the comment came from Alan. And since Alan hardly said a word about anything, her curiosity about him grew and grew.

Meanwhile, Katherine hadn't lost a hand in a long time. She still was merely topless. That frustrated her so much that she half-jokingly complained, "No fair! Brenda, you're losing far too much lately. Let some of us lose on occasion too."

Everyone laughed at that, but by now Brenda had also gotten wise that losing was better if she wanted to prove herself to be the sexiest woman in the room.

Only Alan still tried to win. As a result, he was winning virtually every hand, and it was rare if any of the women even had a matching pair of cards.

Amy lost the next hand, which left her totally naked (she let out a loud whoop of triumph).

Then Suzanne lost. Since she was completely naked already, she asked Alan as she posed seductively for him standing up with her arms held up high, "Okay Sweetie, it's time for the first dare. What can I do for you?"

Alan's answer was very clever. "I want you to put a vibrator in Brenda. One of the throbbing and rotating types." He realized that it was important to get Brenda to fall even further into debauchery and a dildo up her pussy would help speed that along.

"We don't do anything that people don't want to do," Suzanne said to Brenda. "Does that sound acceptable to you?"

She pretended reluctance. "I guess so. Assuming it's within Susan's rules." She smugly thought, Alan picked me. He's falling for me already, heh-heh.

"It is," Suzanne said authoritatively, not giving Susan a chance to reply. "Katherine, please get the vibrator from my purse. You know the one Alan is referring to."

Katherine ran off to get it. She didn't begrudge Brenda getting orgasms, as long as they weren't with Alan.

While still waiting for Katherine to return, Suzanne said to Brenda, "Now turn around and let's see your ass."

Brenda did so, trembling with excitement and fear once again.

But Suzanne wasn't satisfied. "Not like that. Get on all fours so you can thrust your ass high up into the air. We want Alan to clearly see the vibrator go in, doggy style. Alan is our judge and he has to verify that the dare is completed."

Brenda did as she was told, getting on all fours with her firm, round ass pointing toward Alan. She thought, I don't know what it is, but I love the way Suzanne takes charge. She really knows what she's doing. She's such a strong person. Every though she's treating me like a piece of meat, like some ripe tits and ass here just for Alan's amusement... I dunno. I just can't resist that voice!

She said some of these thoughts out loud. "I can't believe I'm doing this. It's like I'm a ripe piece of ass here for Alan's amusement." She waited for someone to contradict that, but no one did. She sighed at her own uncontrollable lust, and then continued, "But no lesbian stuff, all right? I'm really not into that."

"Don't worry, no lesbian stuff," Suzanne said confidently, even as she ran her hands all over Brenda's lovely ass. "Unless of course that's what the winner of the hand wants. We can't stop that. But hopefully no one will ask for that with you."

She reached down to Brenda's upper thighs and ran her fingers through Brenda's many rivulets of cum. She knew that Brenda was so far gone that she could goad, "You wouldn't want that, would you? You wouldn't want another woman to touch you in a sexual way. Would you?" As she said this, she lightly brushed her fingers up and down Brenda's pussy lips.

Brenda felt completely humiliated as she replied, "No." She knew that everyone else could easily see what Suzanne was doing to her, but she wanted another climax too much to tell her to stop.

Katherine returned with the dildo and handed it over to Suzanne.

Suzanne slowly and sensually stuck it into Brenda's sopping pussy, at first only a little, then out some, then further in, then out, and back and forth in this fashion in a very slow manner until it was all the way in. Her hands continued to rub over Brenda's ass in the meantime, but she resisted doing what she really wanted to do, which was to grope at Brenda's big tits. At the moment, they were physically out of reach unless she got out of her chair. But she could see Brenda falling down a metaphorical slippery slope and knew she'd have ample opportunity to climb Brenda's twin towers soon enough.

Alan, meanwhile, watched everything silently. He found himself holding on to his erection through his shorts. He would have taken it out already but he could tell that Suzanne had an even better read on Brenda than he did. He suffered to have his penis confined while he waited for Suzanne to indicate it was okay to expose it.

Eventually Suzanne asked Alan, "So would you say the dildo is in yet?"

Brenda turned her head way back at him and panted, "It's in! It's in! Alan, please say it is in!" Her eyes were glazed with lust and her hips rotated at the sensations she felt deep within her inner walls. Suzanne was fingering her clit now while plunging the dildo in and out, and it felt so good that she wanted to scream. But she stayed where she was, ass high up in the air, while she stared at Alan with a mix of desire and desperation.

He hemmed and hawed. He knew the longer he appeared indecisive, the more Suzanne could break Brenda down. Then he joked, "I'm not sure. As President Clinton once said, 'it depends on what the definition of "is" is.'"

Brenda moaned in frustration; in her current lust-addled state the political reference went right over her head.

Suzanne, teasing Brenda some more, said, "I think it's in, Sweetie. Look. I'm pushing it aaaaallllll the way in, and then aaaaallllll the way out. And then again. Aaaaaallll the way in, and aaaaaallll the way out. I don't think it can go in any further. Look. I can barely keep my fingertips on it."

Alan grinned. "So wait. You're saying you're pushing it aaaaaallll the way in, and then aaaalll the way out?"

Suzanne grinned too. She pushed the dildo in time to Alan's words. Then, pushing in time to her own words, she replied, "Yes, aaaaaaalll the way in, then aaaaaallll the way out."

"So which is it then," Alan asked with feigned cluelessness, "Is it aaaaaaalll the way in? Or is it aaaaaaalll the way out?"

Brenda couldn't take any more. She shrieked, "Please! Please have mercy!"

Suzanne decided she'd have enough fun, so she replied to Alan, "It's aaaaaallll the way in." She made one final, deep push in time to those words, and then kept the dildo inside Brenda as far as it could go.

Alan grinned even more. "Okay. I guess. If you say so. Brenda, the dare didn't say anything about taking the dildo back out, so you've gotta keep it in there."

"God!" Brenda shrieked, a lusty smile on her face as her thighs began to tremble like an impending earthquake. "NO!"

Suzanne let go of the dildo, but left it inside Brenda.

The super-stacked woman fell to the floor as she writhed in submission to her lusty urges. Brenda had no idea why she was so unusually horny all of a sudden and wanted to remain in control. But her body wouldn't listen to her mind.

Everyone stared at her as she let herself go completely.

Brenda's huge and bouncy tits were highly entertaining and arousing for everyone, as were her verbal protests. She was a highly vocal woman when aroused. As she bucked her hips off the floor like she was trying to fuck the dildo harder, she cried out a steady stream of words and panted, "NO! God no! Someone please, make it stop! It's too good! So fucking good! Lord God, help me! Please! I'm dying of pleasure! Fuck! Alan! Don't look! No, Alan, no! This is so embarrassing. I'm going to cum in front of all of you! Fuck. Why did I, did I agree, to do this? Why? Oh no! Oh no! No! Fuck me! Alan! Please! Fuck me! I'm cumming! YES! Aaaiiieee!"

This was just one sample of what she said as she reached one climax. She was wracked by a series of orgasms that just kept going and going. She babbled indecently as they hit her one by one, starting at Alan with a pained yet lustful expression on her face.

It was torture for Alan to watch this without having his hard-on stroked.

Katherine, who sat next to him, saw his anguish and dropped a hand into his lap since everyone's attention was on Brenda. Some light rubbing through his shorts was almost enough to send him off, given what he saw before him and all the arousing sights and sounds that came before.

But just as he was ready to cum in his shorts, Suzanne had mercy on Brenda and called time. She announced the game would resume.

All eyes returned to the table. Katherine had to take her hand away from Alan's insistent bulge right when he needed help the most.

He groaned audibly in frustration. His urge to cum at any moment slowly passed but he still remained very close to a hair-trigger from flooding his shorts with cum.

Brenda couldn't even get back to the table; her body still shuddered and wriggled on the floor. The vibrator still worked within her. It seemed she could go all evening on one continuous high, hitting climax after climax.

Suzanne wanted to see if such a thing was possible, but she also felt some sympathy for the sweaty and bedraggled busty guest. She clarified, "Brenda, Alan's dare only talked about putting the vibrator in. He said nothing about taking it out. So you're going to have to keep it in there until and unless someone rescues you with another dare. For instance, a dare that would replace it with something else. But if you like, you can turn the settings down."

Brenda gasped between heavy panting, "Oh, thank you, Suzanne, thank you! Ohmigod. Ohmigod!" She flicked the dildo to the low setting.

As a result, in a couple of minutes she recovered enough to sit back at the table and return to the game. But now she had a glassy look in her eyes. The setting was just enough to keep her close to orgasm, especially as she kept rocking back and forth as if trying to rub herself into satisfaction, but it wasn't quite enough to get her there. There was no way she would protest about anything getting too sexual any more.

CHAPTER 3

Katherine lost the next two hands and was very happy about it. She still had her top hanging around her waist, but elected to expose first her pussy and then her ass. Now she had both her top and her skirt hanging off of her loosely, which left nothing covered.

Alan lost the next hand, the first time he'd lost the entire game. He merely took off a sock, to the frustrated groans of everyone else in the room. He lightly teased as he tossed the sock aside, "Maybe, I'm a little bit overdressed, huh?"

All the females agreed with furious nods of their heads.

That both amused and aroused him. He looked at Suzanne to see if it was okay for him to take his penis out of his straining shorts, but she was looking at Brenda. He stifled another frustrated groan.

Susan lost the next hand and had to take off the last of her clothes. Then she lost another hand, and Katherine had the highest hand.

So Katherine had the right to order Susan on a dare, and said, "Alan's third leg must be in great pain after so much excellent visual stimulation. Mom, I order you to jack him off, but not too quickly. Keep rubbing his penis while we play."

Susan eagerly leapt up. She smiled as if there had just been an announcement that she'd won the lottery. She mouthed the words "Thank you" in Katherine's direction. Her tender hands went to work.

The Brenda from much earlier in the evening would have protested or even walked out had someone begun jacking Alan off right in front of her. But now Brenda just stared in total fascination at the sight of the mother stroking her son's slicked up erection. She found herself full of wicked thoughts of doing that to her own son. She licked her lips lewdly and repeatedly. She grabbed at her clit and began a particularly intense orgasm, greatly helped by the vibrator that still gyrated and hummed quietly inside of her.

The other women looked on at Brenda with envy and wished that they too had big dildos throbbing inside of their slits. But everyone restrained themselves from any personal touching not ordered in the game and desperately wished for the game to hurry up so that they too could get off.

Susan stroked Alan far too vigorously for him to last long, especially since he was right on the edge already. He said, "Mom, could you please slow it down a lot?"

She did, but he couldn't resist saying to her, "Anyways, Mom, what about the reservations you had this morning about this kind of thing?"

"Mommy can't think right now," Susan said and then blushed when she realized she'd called herself "Mommy" in front of Brenda (not that Brenda particularly minded at this point; in fact, it was yet another thing that greatly aroused her). She continued in a more responsible tone, "I'm sure that once I'm able to think again, those reservations will come back, but right now I see no problem in just enjoying the moment, assuming we can respect the boundaries."

Susan huffed and puffed heavily as she said this, betraying her calm words.

Seeing her resistance crumble and her chest heave, Alan reached out and grabbed one of his mother's tits.

Susan's eyes lit up and she thrust her chest towards her son.

But to Alan's surprise, Suzanne said, "Tut-tut. I don't know about Susan's boundaries, but that's against the game rules. No touching unless a dare allows it."

So Alan withdrew the hand, to the sound of Susan's very vocal disappointed moans. He wondered if Suzanne's adherence to the rules in this case could be a sign of jealousy. In fact, he was right about that.

They went back to the game. Another bottle of wine was opened and quickly consumed. Alan won the next hand and Amy lost it.

Amy needed a dare, so Alan said to Katherine, "Little Stuffable Sister, since you're so frustrated at never losing, I order Amy to French kiss you and fondle you all over except in your love box. That'll make you feel better. You have to keep your hands still, though. Brenda, you don't mind some lesbian action if it doesn't involve you, do you?"

"No, I'm okay with that." With the vibrator pounding her relentlessly, Brenda was ready for just about anything by this point, as long as it was sexual. In fact, she had to firmly grasp the edge of the table as her body swooned from too much pleasure. The puddle of pussy juice which had accumulated beneath her ass now resembled a small pond.

Katherine and Amy locked lips and stayed that way for several minutes.

Amy's hands roamed passionately all over Katherine, as if she had discovered her friend's body for the first time. Like everyone else, she was greatly aroused by Brenda.

Only Katherine continued to allow her jealousy to triumph over her lust when it came to Brenda. She asked, "Amy, my breasts may not be anything near Brenda's obscene balloons, but who do you think Alan would rather fuck, me or Brenda?"

Amy could tell that it was a mean-spirited question, but she knew that if she failed to respond with the truth, Katherine would get upset with her. So she answered, as diplomatically as she could, "You, of course, Katherine. No offense, Brenda, but they've known each other all their lives."

Katherine wasn't satisfied with that. She prodded Amy, "Would you say that Alan loves me with all his heart and soul, but Brenda is nothing but another mindless big-titted fuck doll for him?"

Before Amy could answer, Suzanne protested, "Hey! Wait a minute!" She considered herself the mistress of ceremonies and didn't want the evening spoiled by jealous sniping.

However, Katherine's intended insults backfired. Brenda was actually further aroused to hear Alan would rather fuck the other women in the room. That made him even more unobtainable and different. Being called "another mindless big-titted fuck doll " somehow turned her on even more, though she was deeply ashamed to realize this. In fact, she was so overwhelmed that she nearly fell out of her chair.

Crying "Sweet Jesus!", she came in a tremendous climax that sent her cards spilling onto the floor. She couldn't believe that she'd had multiple orgasms yet again. She was aware that her naked, voluptuous body was violently climaxing in front of four others, and that drove her to still further heights of arousal.

With Susan's hands on Alan's penis, a dildo pounding into Brenda, and Amy and Katherine occupied with each other, no one was in any hurry to continue the game any more.

No one but Suzanne, that is, who was left out of all the fun. It was she who finally got the next hand of cards going.

Katherine and Amy had to stop kissing, mostly, to play their cards, but Amy still roamed her hands freely over Katherine as they played. She generally kept one hand holding her cards and the other teasing Katherine's clitoris, since that was allowed by the terms of the dare.

Alan lost the next hand and had to take off his other sock.

Everyone groaned again that his shorts and shirt still remained (though of course his penis was exposed, though generally covered with Susan's hands).

Brenda acted as if she was a spectator in some kind of Chippendale's show and shouted at Alan, "Take it off! Take it all off!"

Susan had some fun with his loss, though. "Here. Let me take that sock off for you, Tiger." She licked her tongue down his leg and pulled off his sock with her teeth while she managed to keep a hand moving over his penis. Then she returned her full attention and both hands to his pulsing erection.

Brenda couldn't help but comment about that either. "Susan, that's so hot. Everything here is so hot! I'm burning up. I'm dying! What is with this house? So sexual. Everything. How many minutes have you been jacking your son off, Susan? Your son! Won't he ever shoot his load? Oh my God - I can't get over that he's your son!"

Susan calmly smiled. "Now you can see what we mean when we say he's an insatiable sex machine. My son just never gives up his mouthwateringly delicious cum easily. You have to earn it. It's hard work and can tire out your hand or jaw. And it never stops. Once he's done, he's hard again almost instantly. It's like having a permanently hard cock slapping you in the face twenty-four hours a day. It's a good thing there's four of us in this house to help out, because there's no way any one woman can satisfy him."

She beamed with pride at her son's sexual prowess. In her own highly biased mind, he really was that amazing.

Amy was also very proud and couldn't help but say, yet again, "Brenda, did you know that I'm his official girlfriend? It's official!" It was a rather funny thing to say given that Alan's dick was being stroked by his mother and Amy was in the middle of licking Katherine's neck and pulling on her nipples. But in Amy's mind, she was now tightly bound to Alan and that was the most important thing.

Katherine goaded her like a mother hen, "What else are you, Amy?"

"Oh, I'm his pussy, too!" She smiled a happy and proud grin. "One of his pussies, that is."

Brenda was tremendously impressed by all this and openly ached for Alan's penis to replace the vibrator that was causing her to nearly shake right out of her seat. She realized her attempt to overwhelm Alan with her beauty was crumbling. She mumbled, "Alan. Pussies. These pussies. Owned. Pussies. Cunts. ... Alan! By Alan!"

In a last ditch effort to beat him, she managed to ask as she writhed, "Alan, who's the most beautiful woman here?"

Alan generally tried to maintain a low profile and not talk, but now he had to answer a very dangerous question. He considered, and came up with a suave answer. "Brenda, you're very beautiful, sure. I love your chest and your cute face. But the most beautiful people here to me are the ones I've known the longest, because I can see their beauty both inside AND out."

That got "Awww" sighs of happiness from everyone but Brenda, as the others all thought of how long they'd known Alan and their many good times together. Each of them felt as if Alan spoke directly to them and only them.

Brenda, however, realized she was beaten and that he wasn't overwhelmed by her beauty like all the other men she'd known. But losing was never so good. Deep down, she'd actually hoped he wouldn't say she was the most beautiful because her submissive side loved being just one of his many conquests. She was having the best, and certainly the most erotic, time of her life.

Katherine won the next hand and Brenda lost it. Katherine said, "Alan, I think it's time you teach Brenda that little back door trick that Akami showed you." Katherine saw Susan frown, so to appease her she added, "But that's it. Don't take your hands off of her ass."

Needless to say, Alan was delighted. He had been incredibly turned on by the impossibly proportioned guest, but hadn't really had a chance to touch her. He'd been playing it cool towards Brenda all evening, but he couldn't help himself now from smiling with great glee.

Brenda pulled herself together enough to move over to a couch. Still panting breathlessly, she bent down low and raised her ass up high. Her immense breasts hung down so low that they scraped the fabric of the sofa.

She babbled semi-coherently and rapidly, "Alan, my ass. My ass. That's my ass. Do it to my ass. Yes! You're gonna... Gonna fuck my ass! So hard. So hard. So big. Big. Up the ass! Asshole. My asshole. Alan. Fuck stud. Sex machine! He's gonna... My ass! Gonna do my ass..."

That was all before Alan even touched her. He rubbed her ass gently all over, and she switched to high-pitched breathy moaning. Then, without any warning, he plunged a finger deep into her anus. She cried out earsplitting screams of ecstasy.

The others had to cover their ears as she went on and on.

Alan could only wonder what noises she'd make during actual sex.

Alan sawed his finger in and out of Brenda's butt for as long as he was allowed.

She'd never experienced anal penetration of any kind before (both of her husbands, not surprisingly, loved breasts and so generally neglected her ass). She was overwhelmed with what was, to her, a delightful mixture of pleasure and pain.

Brenda was extremely sexually responsive all over her body. Little did Alan know, but she was particularly responsive to anal stimulation. Alan had accidentally hit the jackpot with his very first probing of her body. For ever more, his touch would be imprinted on her as something exceptionally special.

Alan pulled his finger out of Brenda's anus so he could lube it up with all of the copious juices dripping from her pussy. He briefly ran his fingers up and down her labia, but then plunged his index finger back in her rear hole. With his other hand he made the most of his opportunity to explore her butt. He kneaded it over and over like a baker making bread.

Brenda just loved his treatment even more than before. Her previously repressed submissive side seemed to be showing itself more and more.

The others grew jealous.

Suzanne was increasingly unhappy to hear things like her daughter proclaim herself as an owned pussy, but she was too horny to really put her foot down. She made a note to talk about it with Amy in private, later.

CHAPTER 4

Susan was chomping at the bit, pained by the fact that Alan's penis was out of her reach. She finally used her position of authority to demand the game go on.

Alan made to go back to where he sat, but Brenda still moaned as he left, "Wait! Katherine said that you're not allowed to take your hands off of my ass. You have to obey the dare! Keep them there!"

The remarkable thing was that Brenda was coherent enough to string these thoughts and words together. But her interpretation of the rules was to no avail. It was probably just as well that Alan stopped, because she fell down onto the couch behind her as if she was about to die of pleasure. She writhed around like she was having an epileptic seizure until she had yet another climax.

Somehow, she recovered after a few minutes and even managed to sit up again at the table. It was all Brenda could do to take and look at the cards she'd been dealt for the next hand. The vibrator still sawed away inside her.

Susan asked, "Enjoying yourself, Brenda?"

Brenda laughed. "You could say that again! I don't know what it is, but I've never been so aroused in my whole life! I can hardly stand it."

It was a moment of relative calm and clarity for her, and she went looking for her cards which had once again fallen to the floor. But she knew it was just the calm before another erotic storm and that before long she'd be cumming and climaxing at full intensity.

Suzanne won the next hand and Susan lost it. Suzanne needed to order someone to do something, so she pointed out, "Susan, you're not stimulating Alan in any way whatsoever! What's with you? I think you need to make it up to him by stimulating his penis with your breasts. A titfuck." She figured this was something Alan and Susan hadn't done enough of, so she hoped this order would further break down on one of Susan's remaining barriers.

In fact, Alan had deliberately sat out of range of his mother's hands after fingering Brenda's ass so his penis could have a couple of minutes to recover.

But Susan took the blame. "I'm sorry. Sorry, Alan. Sorry, Suzanne. Tiger, let me make it up to you. Please fuck my boobs."

Alan jumped up. "Sweet! I've been waiting for this day!" He wanted to say more, but then remembered his rule: saying too much might ruin things, but silence was always safe.

Without any further ado he stood up and watched Susan kneel down, so his penis was at the same height as her tits. Having her below him emphasized the fact that he was the only one left wearing any clothes.

Susan pushed her tits together with her hands and waited for him to fill her cleavage, but she was nervous.

"Mommy's afraid, Tiger," she said. "Please go easy."

"Afraid? Why?"

"My whole boobs are so sensitive. Not just the nipples. When you touch them it makes me so crazy! So horny! I'm afraid I'm going to pass out. That's why I've been holding out on this, because I'm afraid I'll end up like Brenda over there."

She motioned towards Brenda with her eyes.

Alan looked over.

Brenda somehow managed to sit at the table with the cards in one of her hands, but she was a total wreck. While she mauled one of her tits with her other hand, her eyes glazed over as she stared into space, and she appeared to be lost in some erotic nirvana.

"I'll be careful, Mom. If it gets too much, just say something." He cast a quick glance at his sister and added, "Uncle. The word is uncle. If it's too much, just say that." That was the safe word he and his sister had already agreed upon between themselves, too.

"Yes, Tiger," Susan replied obediently as she positioned his long member in her sweaty cleavage.

He slid his penis through her orbs of flesh. There was no need to lubricate them because his penis was positively covered with and still dribbling pre-cum from so many long minutes of being stroked. In fact, his chief worry was that he wouldn't be able to last long.

Susan merely slathered it around a bit before she began to slide her tits up and down his glistening shaft.

"Oh-ho-ho yeeaaaahhh..." he let out, as he pushed up into her chest and she squeezed her tits around his tool even tighter. "Oh, so good. Mom!"

"Oh, honey! Tiger! My darling boy! You're fucking my tits! You really are! This feels so right! Why have I denied this to you for so long?!"

Alan stood before her, pistoning in and out between her mammoth tits.

The others had all repositioned themselves to get a good view and enjoy the sight.

Brenda was obviously very fascinated by mother-son incest and turned her full attention to the titfuck. She still couldn't get over the fact that a mother and son would do such things and stated the obvious: "Alan! She's your mother! You're fucking your mother's tits! Susan! That's your son! He's your son, for crying out loud! I can't believe what I'm seeing!" She rubbed her clit and moaned louder than even Susan.

These comments only spurred their passion. Things were going quite well, as Alan stroked and stroked her soft channel, until Susan said, "Son, do you like them? Are these your favorite tits?"

"I love them! Mom, they're the greatest! The best tits in the world! So big and so soft! Yes!"

This comment was not wise. He was lost in the moment and not mindful of his audience. Every other female in the room was offended, especially Suzanne and Brenda.

However, in Brenda's case it actually increased her desire for Alan even more. The fact that a man actually preferred another pair of tits over her own completely staggered her. It meant that she'd have to try that much harder to impress him. She cried out as she frigged herself faster, "Fuck your mommy!"

Suzanne thought she was clever to get the titfuck to happen, but now her jealous side was raging since Alan had just said he preferred Susan's breasts over her own. She couldn't stand to watch him fuck those very same "victorious" breasts. She announced, "We can't just sit here forever. Knowing Alan, we could be here all day before he cums. Can the two of you hold cards while you do that?"

"I, uh, I think so," Alan panted.

"No! No cards!" Susan panted even louder. "Holding tits! Must hold my tits up! Uh. Ah. Fucking. Uh. Alan fucking! My tits! My tits! My best tits! The best!"

Suzanne seemed unfazed by their passion and just said, "All right, we'll play this next hand without Susan then."

So the others all drew cards. Suzanne had to put Alan's cards in his hands, as he wasn't even facing the table.

Not surprisingly, for once Alan didn't win. He didn't even get a good look at his cards. Katherine won instead and Brenda lost again.

Katherine wanted the titfuck to end, since she also was greatly annoyed by Alan's "best tits in the world" comment. Though she was jealous of Brenda, she knew that Brenda was the one person that could get Alan to stop his intense titfuck. She said, "Brenda, once you're at least semi-coherent, it's time that Alan manhandles your boobs and sucks your nipples."

Brenda could hardly believe it. She still hadn't recovered from Alan's handling of her ass, and watching the titfuck had her on the verge of complete ecstasy yet again. But she wanted more. She wanted it all. As she offered her giant tits to the lucky teenager, she cried out, "Oh yes! God, yes! Do it, Alan! Do ME!"

The very thought of Alan manhandling her rack excited her so much that she touched her clit and set off another world-shattering orgasm.

Alan disengaged from his mother and turned around to look at Brenda and Katherine. In the thrill of the moment he'd completely forgotten his effort to play hard to get Brenda. He said joyously, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, Sister! I totally owe you one! I can't wait to get my hands on those huge tits. Those mountains. God, they're the most amazing tits I've ever seen! Brenda, words can't even describe how incredible your rack is. I totally want to do you all the way right now."

They weren't exactly the most poetic words ever spoken, but they put Brenda in seventh heaven just the same.

Unfortunately, this was Alan's second faux pas of the evening. By now calling Brenda's breasts the best, he made everyone else upset at him an even more jealous at Brenda.

Katherine, as usual, was much more jealous than Amy. She frowned deeply and again silently cursed at Alan's ban on having sex with her in the house, and her grounding that prevented her from having it elsewhere. She felt like she was slipping behind in the battle for Alan's heart. She was so upset that she held her tongue for fear of saying something that would make her fall even further behind. Instead, she gave Brenda the evil eye.

But Susan was even more peeved at Brenda. Who is this Brenda with her freak tits taking my Tiger away from me? He was just saying how great mine are. I want him to think MY tits are the best, not this ridiculous tit-woman!

The fact that Alan stopped the titfuck with her to go to Brenda's tits brought her anger to a new level.

Since Alan was still in her grasp, Susan launched an all out sex attack on Alan to make him completely forget about Brenda. She spun him around roughly. Then she took his penis deep in her mouth and sucked on it with intensity.

At the same time, she grabbed his balls with one hand and stuck a finger up his anus with the other. As she was bent over his lap from sitting next to him, she rubbed her hard nipples into the side of his thighs as best she could. All of that, plus the thought of groping and kissing Brenda, caused Alan to lose his grip on his PC muscle control before he could even get up and perform the dare.

His cum began flying out the tip of his dick. It only traveled a couple of inches before hitting the back of Susan's throat. He was normally fairly quiet during sex, but this felt so good that he yelled out loud, incoherently.

Susan drank up all of Alan's cum while the others watched. She was pleased to see that now it was Brenda's turn to be burning up with jealousy.

Then, as her son's cum still dribbled down her chin, she stood up and announced, "Okay kids, that's it. Party's over. Everybody has to go home."

CHAPTER 5

Susan's command launched a chorus of complaints, as everyone tried to speak at once. The general gist was to incredulously ask Susan why they had to stop.

As she stood with her hands defiantly on her hips, she answered, "This game is turning into a full-blown orgy, and we're starting to break boundaries. Alan just said he wants to fuck Brenda, and look at Amy. She's been putting her fingers in Katherine's pussy, even though the dare specifically prohibited that. In fact, they should have stopped performing that dare AGES ago. I have to put my foot down before this spins out of control!"

She punctuated that by stomping her foot. "Everybody's drunk with far too much wine. Plus, it's late, and my two children here have to go to school tomorrow. School! You do remember the concept of school, don't you?"

She punctuated her words by stomping her feet, which caused the ropes of cum dangling from her chin to wobble from side to side. She continued, "Not only that, but Alan finally had his orgasm, which is the most important thing, medically speaking. We've removed the tremendous pressure of all that sperm building up in his balls for a few hours, at least. So it's all over, and no complaining!"

There was more complaining anyway, and Brenda complained the loudest of all. When Brenda saw Susan's aggressive sexual attack on her son, her arousal level ratcheted up even higher, to yet another previously unreached peak. Despite her overwhelmed and ragged state, she wanted the night's fun to go on and on forever.

But Susan remained firm.

The group slowly broke up as everyone began to put their clothes back on.

Susan's main real reason for breaking things up was that she was very jealous of Brenda, and didn't want Alan to get to intimately know her monstrously large tits. Plus, she saw things in a different light once she had her own orgasm while she gobbled up Alan's semen. She usually had more regrets and doubts after an orgasm, but this time the post-coital blues had made her particularly moody.

Most of the women were very horny, as the sexual intensity had built up and up for hours, but only Brenda had gotten enough orgasms (in fact, she'd gotten enough for everyone and then some). So Katherine and Amy ran off to Katherine's room to be with their dildos and more pussy "shaving" of each other as quickly as they could.

Suzanne and Susan wanted their own masturbation time, but as the adults they felt obliged to escort Brenda to the door first.

Alan also remained behind and hoped to prolong his experience with the three most drop dead gorgeous big-titted women he'd ever seen for a little bit longer. The fact that they were all completely naked by now made it impossible for him not to follow them.

Suzanne took Brenda's clothes from where she'd put them in the underwear cabinet. She was disgruntled about some things that had happened, most especially how events again seemed to spin out of her control and how Alan had indirectly insulted her chest twice. But her pride at Brenda obviously falling completely under Alan's spell led her to triumphantly say to her buxom new friend, "So, do you still see a problem with us helping Alan out with his problem?"

Brenda could scarcely believe how much her attitudes had changed because of the game. Before the evening started she would have loudly proclaimed incest was wrong; now, she felt like rushing home and ravaging her son Adrian. Seeing Susan jack off Alan and then get titfucked by him had completely destroyed her moral reservation. She said without hesitation, "No. I'm so fine with it! Completely fine with it. I would never have believed it though. I've never done anything this incredible. When can we do this again?"

"Next Wednesday, of course," Suzanne answered. She still held Brenda's clothes, so she could admire that one of a kind body in its complete glory a little longer.

"But that's a week away!" Brenda whined like a little girl. "Can't we do it sooner? This weekend, maybe? Friday night?!"

"No," Suzanne said with a resolute shake of her head. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and we have a lot of fun plans with Alan to keep us busy. I for one haven't been getting nearly enough of his cock or his attention as I'd like." With just a little bit of envy at Brenda's gravity-defying body, Suzanne uncharacteristically added the dig, "But don't worry, I'll think of you next time I suck him off."

Brenda literally put her hands together in front of her chest and begged. "Pleeeeaaase? Pretty please? I'll be so good. I really will! I'll do whatever you want. Just let me have a little bit of time with..."

Her voice trailed off as she remembered that Alan was in the room. She glanced at him briefly, but then closed her eyes and she continued in deep humiliation, "Just let me have some time with Alan. ... And his cock."

Suzanne goaded her, "And just what do you want to do with his cock?"

Brenda blushed even more furiously. "I, I, I want to put it in my... In my mouth. And in my..." She was dying of shame and couldn't go on. It wouldn't have been that tough for her to say what she wanted except that she was all too aware Alan was standing by and listening.

Suzanne cut her some slack and changed the topic. "Hmm. So you say you'll do anything. Anything?"

Brenda nodded vigorously, which caused her naked, mammoth tits to shake with the motion. "Anything," she confirmed.

She finally had the willpower to open her eyes. She looked over at Alan so lustfully that he was nearly bowled over and not a little afraid of what she might resort to in order to be with him. She looked possessed with desperate need. Knowing that her tits were her best asset, she dropped her hands from in front of her chest and arched her back to make her tits thrust out even more than usual. It was hard to imagine that such a curvy woman offering herself like that could be turned down by anyone of either sex.

Suzanne was sold on the idea. She appealed to Susan with hope in her eyes.

Susan shook her head no. She even had a scowl on her face because she was still thinking about how Alan had praised Brenda's breasts over her own.

Alan remained quiet, again deciding that discretion was the better part of valor.

"I guess not," Suzanne said. She herself was a bit disappointed at Susan's stance, now that it came to putting one's foot down. She was aware that it wasn't exactly every day one had a buxom multimillionaire basically begging to be your sex slave just to get a little taste of teenage cock.

But she realized that Susan's feelings came first. She explained to the still begging Brenda, "Susan is going to see the psychologist on Friday about some things. We can discuss this after then, but no guarantees. It looks like she's upset with something. Maybe that we were taking things too far. Maybe by some things that were said. And Alan will be gone all weekend on a hiking trip in any case. But at least for you there's next Wednesday."

Brenda bowed her head in disappointment. However, she put her skimpy outfit back on, picked up her overcoat, and made to go. She looked forlornly at Alan. He was the man with the magic touch. He'd effortlessly brought out her buried submissive urges. She hardly knew him from a hole in the ground, but she needed him more than she'd ever needed anyone in her life. If she had to wait, she would wait.

But Suzanne was too turned on to have Brenda leave that easily. She said, "Before you go, now that you know our sexual traditions, you have to follow them all. And another tradition we have is that whenever anyone comes or goes, they have to French kiss each other hello or good-bye. It's only polite. I'm afraid, for your sake, that that includes women with women."

Before Brenda realized what was happening, Suzanne leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Brenda reflexively tried to pull away, but Suzanne grabbed her by the back of the head and forced her to keep kissing. Eventually, Brenda put her tongue in Suzanne's mouth and halfheartedly kissed back.

Suzanne pulled away when the long kiss came to an end, and said, "I thought you said that you'd be good, and you'd do anything. If you want me to even consider you being invited back here before next Wednesday, then I expect a better kiss than that."

Brenda was shamefaced and red as a beet. Everyone there clearly recalled Brenda's earlier protests against any lesbian contact. But she meekly said, "I'll be good. ... For Alan. I'll do it for Alan. Let me try again."

Suzanne pulled in for another kiss.

This time Brenda did her best to kiss back. She tried to imagine that she was kissing Alan, and that worked wonders for her enthusiasm. In fact, before long she was kissing like a woman completely possessed. She'd been so aroused all evening that it would take hours for her to come down from her erotic high.

Brenda was now clothed, so Suzanne was frustrated in her desire to grapple and grope Brenda's tits like she wanted to. Aware that an angry Susan looked on, she limited herself to a few gropes over Brenda's leather top.

The next kiss lasted several minutes while Susan and Alan stood nearby and waited for them. Alan had never taken his clothes off but Susan was still naked.

It had been a good ten minutes since his last climax, more than enough time for him to recover, and he was excited again. So he grabbed his mother's hand, unzipped his shorts, and put her hand on his turgid tool. He knew that he didn't have to ask or say anything.

She began stroking it automatically and without thinking. Her only reaction was to turn towards him briefly and warmly smile in gratitude at being given the opportunity to touch and stroke his hot meat again.

When this long kiss came to an end, Suzanne pulled back and said, "Much better. Much. It was almost as if you meant it. Now, you have to kiss Susan."

Susan didn't expect that. She waved the suggestion off with her free hand. "No, really, you don't have to if you don't want to," she said to Brenda. "I'm perfectly occupied over here." She didn't want to kiss someone she was angry at.

Suzanne was stern with Susan, though. "What about the rules? You said we have to follow the rules, and you can't exclude yourself when you please."

"Okay, I guess," Susan said doubtfully. She knew that fighting Suzanne was almost always a losing battle.

Brenda's body had aroused her in the past; for instance they'd talked about Brenda's rack when the two of them first kissed each other. But this evening those same tits had put her into a jealous rage. So she was torn. She roused herself enough to say, "Brenda, kiss me," but it came out sounding halfhearted.

Brenda was now ready to do anything she was told, if it meant she could get more orgasms like the nearly nonstop series she'd had during the strip poker game. She leaned into Susan and did her best to kiss her.

Because Susan was naked, Brenda experimented with putting her hands on Susan's naked tits. She was curious to feel a pair of tits nearly as large as her own. However, she'd never fondled another woman before and was very tentative. Brenda had to do virtually all the embracing because Susan never took her hand away from stroking Alan's shaft. Brenda tried to touch the penis in mid-kiss, but Susan slapped her hand away.

When the kiss ended, Brenda decided, Kissing a woman isn't such a bad thing once you got used to it. I think I can grow to enjoy this, assuming that these two are going to make me do it a lot more in the future. And I think that's a safe assumption. She also decided, subconsciously, that fondling breasts felt pretty good.

She then made another move towards the door to go, but Alan said, "Wait a minute. What about my good-bye kiss? You still owe me one, Brenda. Plus, don't forget the dare we never got to do."

Brenda's eyes lit up like a happy puppy dog. However, she knew Susan had to approve the idea, so she looked at Susan anxiously.

Susan glared and frowned.

But Suzanne said, "The kid's got a point. Two points, actually."

Before there could be any argument, Alan grabbed Brenda, pulled her towards him, and kissed the monster-titted woman. He made sure she came to him so his mother could continue jacking him off while he kissed.

Susan let out her jealous anger through extra-vigorous fondling of her son's raging erection.

Brenda kissed back with a hungry passion. She had completely given in to her lusts.

However, Alan wasn't content just to kiss. He pulled her leather top from off of her boobs and then got down to the business of seriously exploring Brenda's twin peaks. He was already a man very intimate with many impressive chests, but he thought to himself, Jesus! Two hands isn't enough for one tit! I have to have more of this! He leaned down and sucked on her jutting nipples.

A very cross Susan ordered, "Okay, the kiss is over. Your mouths aren't touching. That's the end."

Alan reluctantly withdrew after another brief French kiss.

Brenda found that her legs were quivering and her hips were involuntarily bucking upwards, as if to fuck an imaginary penis. She turned around and was about to walk away, when Alan reached up from behind and renewed his manual assault on her chest while he kissed her on the back and around the neck.

He thought, I don't care what Mom says – I just can't get enough of these fucking squeezable watermelons!

Brenda groaned and bucked her hips harder.

"Alan?" yelled Susan. "Alan! Listen to me! You stop that this minute! You hear me?" She was really pissed now, but that didn't stop her from continuing to intently pump his thick rod. She hadn't stopped for one second ever since he'd put her hands on it. In fact, getting angry at him also got her even more aroused by him.

Alan finally let go of Brenda.

Susan tried to step in between them. She stood up close to Alan so she could slide his penis up and down her thighs. She even slid it over a wet inner thigh in a desperate and angry attempt to distract him from Brenda. Her hand holding it and guiding it continued to squeeze and stroke it as well. She had become a most excellent penis pleaser.

He looked back at his mother's mean face and then whispered in Brenda's ear, "Don't worry, she just a little jealous of your tits. She'll get over it. Especially if you make her happy next time. I saw the way you were fondling her boobs. I expect you to do more of that."

Brenda moaned again and squeezed her hands over her own giant breasts. She pulled her skimpy top back up over her extremely extended nipples and finally put on her overcoat.

Suzanne figured she'd go home momentarily, and since they all stood near the underwear cabinet, she put on her clothes too (she dressed quite formally, as she'd told her husband that she was going to an investment club meeting).

Susan was cold and wanted to dress, but she also didn't want to stop jacking off her son even for a moment, so Alan picked out a top for her and slipped it over her head. She remained naked from the waist down.

Brenda blew kisses at everyone and said, "God, that was weird, but I had the most wonderful time. Alan, I can't wait until we..." - she looked over at Susan and toned down her words, blushing like a schoolgirl with a crush - "... uh, until we get to know each other better."

Her eyes lingered at the sight of Susan's hands frantically sliding up and down Alan's dick and once again she thought of her own son, Adrian. She could have stood there forever, transfixed, but a deliberate cough from Suzanne snapped her out of it. She said, "Thanks so much everyone for inviting me. I hope we can play again next week. See ya soon!" Then she left.

Everyone had forgotten the vibrator still in Brenda. She was so frazzled that she'd even unthinkingly put her dress on over it. It wasn't until she nearly got in an accident on the way home that she fully realized it was still deeply filling her vagina. But she didn't take it out.

Back home, she was relieved to see that her son was asleep so she could continue to play with herself. She vigorously worked on her tits and set the vibrator to high, so she could have one last shattering climax. Then she finally took it out and passed out for the night. It had been the greatest evening of her life.

Suzanne immediately turned to Susan, whose hands continued to piston Alan's penis. "So how about it Susan? Another poker game before next Wednesday? You have to admit that was lots of fun."

"NO. End of discussion." She would have stomped off to make her point clear, but once she had her hands on her son's penis there was no way she was going to take them off until she received a big load in her mouth.

Suzanne finished putting her street clothes on in anticipation of the short walk home, but she put on an overcoat for good measure. She playfully wagged her finger at Susan and said, "I think somebody's jealous!" She used the voice kids use when they say things like, "I saw Jenny kissing Johnny!"

"Jealous? I don't know what you're talking about," Susan said disingenuously.

Alan was nearly lost in the throes of the handjob's pleasures. He groaned and put his hand on his mother's hand, indicating she had to pause for a bit. He'd been using his PC muscle training to its fullest extent to prevent from cumming, and was fairly amazed at all the stimulation he'd managed to endure.

CHAPTER 6

Suzanne put her hand on the door, ready to leave, but then a thought occurred to her. She asked Alan, "How many times have you cum today, Sweetie?"

Alan counted in his head, somewhat able to think again now that Susan was merely lightly stroking his dick. Mom in the morning, Glory at school, a wicked Heather fuck, Glory again, no, wait. I didn't climax then. Amy and Sis together with the whole crazy milk thing, Suzanne after that with a Sis assist, then Mom again during the poker game. Six times. Is that all? Strange. I thought for sure it was at least eight. "Let's see. Six times. And now Mom is working on her third time helping me, as you can see. We're close. So close!"

"Only six times? But you're aiming for eight each day this week for the scouting trip. And Susan, didn't you say earlier that I was in charge of Alan's penis for the rest of the evening? What happened to that? I think I need to take over here."

"NoooOOOoooo!" whined Susan. "I thought you were going home. Won't your husband be worried?"

"Good point. I'll give him a quick call. Now take your hands off before you make my Sweetie cum. Didn't you just say you're not the jealous type? So you won't mind if I take Alan back to his room."

"But..." Susan's mind spun into high gear as she fretfully tried to think of some reason not to relinquish her death-grip on her son's penis. But she didn't have a devious mind like Suzanne's and couldn't think of a single rational excuse. She visibly deflated with the defeat.

She picked up speed in her stroking, hoping to get her son to blow his load before she had to hand him over. She asked, stalling for time, "Are you sure about that? You're just joking. Right?"

Suzanne chided, "Who said I had his penis for the rest of the evening?"

"Some best friend you are," Susan grumbled, but she handed Alan over. She literally handed Suzanne Alan's penis, giving it a few final double fisted strokes as her last hopes to make him cum dwindled down to nothing.

Suzanne began to piston her hand to the same rhythm that Susan had just started. Between them, they barely skipped a beat. But Suzanne saw the way Alan's face was straining with effort not to cum and she quickly slowed down her pace to just feather light fingering up and down his shaft.

Susan just stood there and watched enviously while Suzanne stood on the other side of Alan and silently stroked away.

Suzanne found it difficult not to crow about her victory. It took a great deal of willpower for her not to say anything or even look in Susan's direction because she didn't trust herself at this moment.

She decided it would be better to leave Susan so she could fully enjoy herself without jealousy issues. She forced herself to be nice, at least for the moment. She held out her free arm towards Susan like she expected a hug, and said to her best friend with a sweet smile of her full, red lips, "Goodnight kiss."

Susan gave Suzanne a hug and goodnight kiss. A tinge of sadness came through, but all in all the intimate contact restored good feelings between the two of them.

Suzanne was pleased to see that, although the morning had started out with a no kiss ban from Susan, the ban didn't even last the day. The two of them French kissed for several minutes while Suzanne continued to wank Alan. Unfortunately Suzanne was fully (and quite formally) dressed and Susan partially dressed, so they didn't go as far as they otherwise would have.

Suzanne thought, as the kiss went on, Now, THIS is why I scheme so much. Alan's cock in my hand and Susan's lips on mine - if only I could be fondling Katherine or Brenda with my other hand, life would be complete. People who don't take risks are such chumps.

The kiss finally came to an end. Susan remained in a loose embrace with Suzanne, mostly so she could continue to gaze longingly at her friend's hands stroking up and down her son's penis. She wanted those to be her hands. She'd never shared the penis with Suzanne before, and wondered if Suzanne would be receptive if they started sharing now. She reached towards Alan's groin.

Suzanne, though, gently but firmly blocked Susan's hand with one of her own before it could reach Alan's slicked up erection. Her jealous feelings and her desire to rub in her victory came back with a vengeance. But she choked back those feelings because she wanted to go upstairs and play with Alan, not fight with Susan. She said with a trace of annoyance, "Goodnight Susan. See you tomorrow."

However, Alan chimed in right then and spoiled Suzanne's plans for a quick exit. "Yeah, goodnight, Mom. Don't I get my goodnight kiss too?"

Susan had been holding off, hoping to do that in his bed. But she realized there was no reason why she couldn't kiss him now and then again later. So Suzanne had to wait a couple more minutes before she could have her privacy.

It felt strange to Alan to have to kiss his mother without her being topless, but he refrained from taking anything off and taking things much further because he could tell Suzanne was getting antsy. As a result, the kiss was rather hurried and tame. His penis was also briefly unoccupied during the kiss, for a change, because any more stimulation would have set him off. He was still teetering right on the edge of cumming and made sure to keep Susan's grabby hands away. He at least got to play with her tits through her clothing, even though doing so was tempting fate in his goal not to cum too soon.

Suzanne said to Susan, "Friend, I love how we're passing the cock back and forth. Imagine a future when you and I can take turns holding Alan's cock all day long. We can have it in our mouths, in our hands, in our tits, in our butts, and who knows where else." She looked at Alan and winked with that last suggestion. "But you don't have to imagine that future, because it's already here."

Susan's eyes went wide with excitement. She tried to reply, but words got caught in her throat. There was a part of her that felt she should protest and reaffirm boundaries, but she didn't want to. Instead, she ran off to her bedroom to masturbate over Suzanne's beautiful vision.

Suzanne's problem was that it had gotten very late and she needed to talk to her husband. Now that Susan had left the room, she lingered a few moments more until she was sure Susan was gone, then said to Alan, "Sweetie, since I'm all dressed up, I'm going to show my face briefly back at home so my hubby doesn't worry about me. By the way, how does that make you feel, to commit adultery with me while my husband waits right next door?"

Alan was taken aback by the question. It was a topic Suzanne had always avoided with him. He himself tried not to think about it because he considered himself a good person and breaking up a marriage didn't fit in with that image. Deep down, he got a thrill out of cuckolding Eric Pestridge (not to mention his own father), but he couldn't admit that to himself.

Suzanne could see a pained look on his face, so she said, "Never mind. Scratch that question. Keep in mind that he and I don't love each other any more, so it doesn't matter. Wait for me in your room. You're right on the verge now and need a longer break anyway. Don't let your mom come in and steal you away from me." She joked, "Set up a blockade and pile furniture up against the door if you have to."

Suzanne was back in less than five minutes. She went straight to Alan's room naked except for her stockings, where he waited expectantly, also naked. "Brenda and that poker game got me all worked up, didn't it for you?" she asked him.

"Hell yeah," he answered enthusiastically.

The two of them sized each other up. Both clearly had sex on the brain and were ready to fuck each other senseless.

Alan was weary after another day's exhausting sexual activity, but he was fairly certain that this was the time he would finally get to fuck Suzanne, so he'd psyched himself up. He'd gotten quite nervous while he waited for her to return.

However, Suzanne was crazy with desire to fuck, but there was one thing that held her back - fear that Susan was listening in. Eavesdropping at Alan's door was so common now that it was nearly comical. She figured that the way she'd taken over from Susan, odds were excellent that the sexually frustrated mother would be right outside the door and waiting for a chance to have a very thorough goodnight kiss (if she wasn't too busy masturbating).

So first she had to know if the coast was clear. As she'd just entered the room, she decided to stall for a couple of minutes to see if Susan would come by to spy or not.

Suzanne walked over to Alan and said, "Hey, Mister Pussy Tamer, can you put me in the mood with a little bit of tongue?"

Alan was quite surprised, but then he realized this didn't necessarily mean no fucking; it was just foreplay. Keeping to his usual "don't say anything stupid to ruin the mood" strategy, he said, "Uh, yeah."

She sat up on her heels in his bed and let him lick. She was impressed - he did it with gusto, and better than ever before. She could tell he'd had more practice at it recently.

He lapped his tongue and probed her inner reaches with it. He now knew just how to work her clit, and he never stopped teasing her little nub.

After a couple of minutes where she just leaned back onto some throw pillows and let him do all the work, she said, "You're really getting good at that, do you know that? How did you get so good since we did it last?"

He paused for a short rest. "Thanks. I've been learning in school."

Suzanne laughed. "In school? They're doing practical sex ed now? And to think, I had to learn less useful stuff like reading and writing."

"That's not what I mean," he complained. "You know I'm getting help at school too, from my chart."

"Ah yes. The mysterious extra check every day. Your mother and I have speculated over what that meant many times during our morning exercises. So who has it been all this time? I hope you're not risking it with your sister there."

"No. You know me. I try to be at least somewhat prudent. I can't tell you who it is."

"Ooooh! The mystery deepens! Hmm. Just how far have you gone with this Lady X figure? Has this teacher of yours taught you how to sixty nine?"

"We haven't done that yet, surprisingly enough. But how did you know she's my teacher?"

"A-ha! A clue! I was using teacher in the sense of one who teaches, but I'm glad I did. Let's see... What teacher would you be doing it with? That's easy. Ms. Rhymer is one lucky broad."

"Hey! How did you know that?"

"Duh! Now you've completely given it away, silly boy. You've only had a crush on her for two years now. And how many other female teachers do you have this semester, much less teachers up to your exacting standards of beauty? It's a no-brainer. It's a lucky thing you don't have more gorgeous female teachers, because knowing your way with women, we'd never get you home after school. But why are we sitting here talking when we can be doing more fun things?"

"Will you keep that a secret? She could really get in trouble with having an affair with a student."

"And I could really get in trouble with having an adulterous affair with the teenaged son of my best friend. Of course I'll keep it a secret. I won't even tell Susan if you don't want me to. Though of course she's bound to find out sooner or later. But out of curiosity, are you fucking Ms. Rhymer yet?"

"Not yet. Just like you and Susan, she'll let me go so far, but won't let me actually fuck. It's so frustrating!"

"Oh poor, poor boy," Suzanne said half-sarcastically. "You're just like so many teenagers with a large harem of women who spend too much time cocksucking and not enough time fucking. I think I saw a tragic TV movie on that very topic."

His penis pricked up at the mention of "large harem of women." He thought, Aha! Suzanne confirms it! I DO have a harem. I'll bet that she doesn't see herself as one of my sex slaves, though. She puts herself in a special category.

But he tried to play it cool, and answered, "Very cute, but it is a real frustration. It's like you get so close but are still so far. It's like, you go with a woman to the beach and she lets you put it in her pussy, but then you have to take it back out again. And that's it. Three days later, still no nookie."

Suzanne laughed. "Who might you be talking about now?" She knew full well it was her.

"Um, Suzanne, what's with all this talking and foreplay? I was kind of hoping that we could, you know..."

"Sweetie, are you suddenly afraid to use the word fuck? What's with your bashfulness?"

He blushed a little. "I don't know. I'm sorry. I get so confused. What's allowed? How aggressive can I be? Should I be more aggressive? I don't understand what women want. Lately, I'm trying to be more considerate, you know, like listening more, and pleasing others more."

"Sweetie, I really appreciate the effort, and the nice tongue work. But have some balls too! Don't be so accepting of the rules. Don't always wait for me to tell you what you can do. Try pushing your luck more often. When I came in this room, you should have been all over me, and make me have to fight you off, if I'm not ready to fuck."

She decided enough time had passed and either Susan would be at the door, or not. So she said, "Let's try this again. I'll pretend I'm coming in again, and you act more aggressively."

She walked to Alan's door, and put her ear to it. But she couldn't hear any breathing. She didn't know if that was because Susan (or Katherine) wasn't there, or if there was an eavesdropper who just hadn't gotten really aroused yet. So she said, "I'm going to open the door and come back in." She opened the door a crack, and heard the sound of high heels scurrying down the carpeted hallway. She caught a quick glimpse of Susan as she ducked into the bathroom across the hall.

Fuck, she whispered. Foiled again. Looks like I do have to behave, somewhat.

She hurried back to Alan's bed, knowing that she could talk out loud briefly before Susan returned to the door. "Sweetie, I'm afraid we have company. A certain big-titted mommy is listening in, that horny bit-, uh that horny big sneak. The fact is, I want to fuck you as bad as you want to fuck me, but we can't do it with her there."

Alan appeared devastated, and she was nearly as disappointed.

She further explained, quieter now, "I don't care too much any more if she finds out, but I don't want our first fuck to be interrupted by some angry scene. I just about stole your penis straight from her mouth a few minutes ago, so she'd be particularly pissy, not to mention this whole psychologist thing. I want our first time to be perfect. You are I are going to go to a private place and do it right, where we can scream to our hearts' content. So