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While the other two went back to eating and pondering what had just been agreed to, Susan resumed humming the rhyme she'd made up earlier that afternoon, which she was now calling "The Alan Song." She liked to vary the rhythm, tempo, and words, which came out slightly different each time:

I am Alan's cow

Gonna suck his prick like I don't know how

Son makes mom go "moo"

Rewards her mouth with a load of goo

Mommy's chest's a hit

She can't wait until he fucks her tits

I am Alan's rack

He owns my chest and that's a fact

She was too shy to sing or say the words out loud. But she thought, Wouldn't it be great if he could read my mind and hear his song? Maybe he'd get so excited that he'd throw me on the table and do all kinds of nasty things to me right in front of everyone. He'd show them all just how much he desires me and needs my body to temporarily satisfy his never-ending lust. Hey! That's a good idea for a new lyric:

I am Alan's hole

On the table here he'll take control

Susan wasn't very good with quick sexual wordplay, but for some reason she was better with rhymes and could turn just about any thought into a new lyric for her song, given time. (The fact that she was more than a little loose about the meter of the song certainly helped in that regard.)

They were interrupted by a phone call a few minutes later, just as they were finishing dinner. Susan answered it, and soon she was happily chatting away.

Alan thought, The outside world. What a trippy thought. It's like a cold slap of reality to recall that there are other people out there who live normal, boring lives. Even we occasionally have to deal with boring, non-sexual...

His thoughts trailed off as he started paying attention to her words.

Susan was speaking into the phone gaily, "Yes, it IS that big. No, I'm not kidding. You've seen it yourself, so why do you always ask me to describe it? ... Yes, it's about that thick. I can just barely get my fingers around it! Although you do have smaller hands, so I don't know about you... Imagine trying to stuff a giant cucumber into your mouth. Can you feel how great it is to have your mouth filled with THAT MUCH hot cock? ... Yeah, it can be tough and tiring, but boy oh boy, when you get that payoff... Yes... Yes. Tasty. Delicious! ... Sooooo good! MMMM! I'm getting too cock-hungry, just talking about it. Imagine having such a hot, throbbing, thick monster filling your whole mouth. You suck and lick, and lick and suck, until you're sure you can't take anymore, and then it just erupts! All that spermy goodness hitting the back of your throat! Mmmm... Girl, I'll tell you, it's the best feeling in the whole wide world!"

Katherine and Alan looked at each other in total confusion. It was obvious who and what she was talking about, but the question they both had was: who she was speaking to? At first, it seemed possible that she was speaking to Suzanne, but she was mentioning things that Suzanne knew just as well as Susan herself did. Another possibility was Amy, but that didn't seem likely, especially since Amy was more likely to just walk next door rather than call on the phone.

The other woman talked for a minute or more before Susan continued, "Don't worry. You'll get your chance... No, I don't mind a little bit of sharing. My son is a special, cum-filled boy with very special needs, and that includes having lots of sexy vixens constantly sucking and serving his cock. He deserves help from exactly the likes of you. Just thinking about him painting your cute face and huge tits with his milky sperm gets me so hot!"

Alan and Katherine looked at each other with "A-ha!" expressions. The mention of "cute face and huge tits" had clarified that Susan must be talking to Brenda.

Susan kept on talking. "Of course he likes you. Naturally he loves your big tits. I told you that yesterday AND the day before. Maybe he loves them a little too much, but I try not to get jealous... He's a tit man, that's for sure, and I'll bet he'd just love to give them a good fucking... Yes! You should have seen the way he fucked my tits a few hours ago. It was glorious! I bent down and sucked on the tip as best I could. Hey, can you do that too, or are your tits just too huge for you to reach? ... Really? ... Really? ... Oh, reeeeaally?! I'll bet he'd LOVE it if you do THAT!"

Alan's dick was not only erect again after listening to that much, it was like a springy steel bar.

Katherine was getting pretty horny too. She was disappointed that she was sitting across the table from him, but then she realized that offered its own opportunities. She started to play footsie with him under the table. Soon, she was caressing his bulge with her newly bare feet.

Susan kept on talking casually, almost like she had phone calls like that almost every day. (In fact, that was actually the case, thanks to the new phone call tradition that she and Brenda had established after their talk on Sunday night. This was actually their second phone call of the day.) "Yes. Maybe he'll do it to you tomorrow night... Of course you're Alan-worthy! How many times do I have to tell you that already? Where did your self-confidence go? ... Be patient. It's almost here. Just one more day..."

Alan was staggered at just how hot Brenda apparently was for him. The call made clear that Brenda would be participating in the next poker party. While that wasn't surprising of itself, he felt staggered as his mind filled with the possibilities. He imagined titfucking her as she lay on the dining room table, with the rest of the group sitting around watching.

Susan and Brenda started discussing various outfits they might wear to the event.

Katherine could see that the conversation was going to go on for quite a while longer. In her previous life Susan had cared about clothes about as much as she'd cared about her brand of toothpaste or dental floss, but since her sexual awakening, once she got started talking about sexy outfits, it was hard to get her to stop. Playing footsie with Alan's cock through his pants just didn't cut it for Katherine, so she quickly switched seats to sit right next to Alan.

Susan sensed her movement and looked over at the table while continuing to gab on the phone.

Katherine smiled at her, acting as if she had changed seats to get a better view of Susan talking on the phone. But even as she smiled, she surreptitiously brought her nearer hand into Alan's lap and started unzipping his fly. Since today was a Tuesday and she'd already made one deal with her mother, she knew that this was her only chance to have any further fun with Alan's boner.

Alan was too aroused to offer any resistance. He was listening closely to the phone call, trying to comprehend the extent of Brenda's desire for him.

Katherine immediately began to jack him off. She thought, Technically, I'm breaking my agreement with Mom, but that's okay, because Mom can't help him out while she's so busy talking on the phone. Anyway, I'm just "warming him up" for her. I'm sure she'll want to take over once the call ends.

Susan immediately figured out what Katherine was doing from the movement of her upper arm. Even though this was a violation of Katherine's punishment, she decided that she approved. After all, she was happiest when her son was erect and buzzing with arousal, and she knew that she herself was largely responsible for that current arousal, due to deliberately talking to Brenda in his presence. She figured that sometimes other women had to take the lead with helping him, particularly when she was unable to do so herself.

Brenda didn't realize that Alan was in the room where Susan was talking, overhearing her end of the conversation, so Susan took full advantage of his presence to increase his pleasure over what Katherine was doing to him. Susan looked straight at Alan and posed for him as she described in great detail all the sexy clothes she might wear to their next poker party. Her hands ran all over her body as she described to Brenda the cut of the clothing and the way it draped on her body, and especially what she planned to expose to Alan and how she expected that would affect him once his penis was fully engorged.

It wasn't long before Susan took off her blouse to play with her boobs with her one free hand. She was still wearing pants and heels. The pants were a choice that she now regretted, because they were tough to remove with one hand and they were limiting her access to her pussy, as well as preventing her from showing off her legs.

As Katherine subtly rubbed Alan's sweet spot with two fingers, over and over, he heard Susan say in an increasingly breathless voice, "Brenda, what you need is an outfit that'll get Tiger so worked up he'll be totally unable to control himself. Suzanne and I have some special clothes we like to call one-inchers, because they'll make his already fully erect, stiff cock grow another inch! ... No, not literally, although maybe just a little. Anyway, then we have some even SEXIER outfits we call our two-inchers, 'cos they'll make his cock a full extra TWO inches longer! Can you imagine that? ... No, we haven't found any three-inchers yet, but wouldn't it be so hot if we did? My goodness!"

Katherine and Alan hadn't heard the "one-incher" and "two-incher" lingo before, so they both made a mental note of it.

Alan realized that he was being a bit selfish about taking pleasure but not returning it. So he reached over to Katherine, moved her clothes aside, and started fingering her pussy lips. He knew this was much riskier than what Katherine was doing to him. If Katherine were caught, Susan would be miffed at Katherine violating the promise they'd agreed to in the morning, but the fact that she was keeping Alan erect with a handjob was no big deal. In fact, it might even be appreciated.

However, just as Susan's pussy was supposed to be off limits for Alan (not withstanding what had happened upstairs earlier), Katherine's pussy was supposed to be equally off limits to him, if not more so. If Susan was concerned about Alan fucking her, she was even more concerned about the possibility of him fucking her daughter, his sister. So he had to be extra careful. He figured the angles were such that Susan probably could figure out what Katherine was doing to him, but not what he was doing to Katherine. Besides, it helped a great deal that Susan tended to keep her eyes on him and his erection.

Susan continued on the phone, "What makes a two-incher? I'll tell you! You'd better buy TWO of that outfit, because he'll get so excited he'll end up ripping it right off your body, which'll probably tear it to shreds! Then he'll FORCE you to your KNEES! You'll know you're nothing more than another one of his big-titted sex toys when he unzips his shorts and shoves his THICK COCK right down your throat! ... Yes! ... No! You have NO choice in the matter! He'll hold your head in place with both hands and forcibly FUCK YOUR FACE! Mmmm! Your only choice is to suck, and suck, and suck some more! Your pleasure means nothing! His pleasure is all! Mmmm! MMMM! YES! So good! SO HOT!"

By this time, Susan had managed to undo her pants one-handed and slide them down to her knees. Since she was adhering to the house "no female underwear" rule, that left her free to play with her pussy and clit. She was doing just that so intently that she frequently almost dropped the receiver.

Alan and Katherine were both surprised by just how aggressively the fantasy Alan was behaving in the story that Susan was painting for Brenda. Everyone was getting more and more aroused.

Katherine had started jacking him off, uncertain whether Susan would notice or object. However, it was soon clear to the girl that her mother was aware she was giving Alan a handjob. The lack of any disapproving reaction meant that Susan tacitly approved. Katherine decided to take things a bit further, so she went from just rubbing Alan's sweet spot to sliding her hand up and down his slicked-up shaft, making sure to angle the action so Susan could see most of it.

Alan, by contrast, was still being careful in his response, mostly just playing with Katherine's clit to avoid big arm motions that might trigger Susan's jealousy.

Susan leaned further over the table to get a better look at Katherine's hand as it slid up and down Alan's boner. She repeatedly licked her lips as she stared with wanton desire.

Alan had never heard Susan talk so aggressively and passionately. Knowing that her children were listening, she was careful to speak to Brenda in a manner that made the gist of their conversation clear. "So you say you want to suck his cock. You've told me that a thousand times already. But just how badly do you really want it? ... Uh huh. That bad? Wow! ... But are you willing to strip off all your clothes, drop to your knees in front of him, and beg? For real? What if you were here right now, and Katherine was already busy giving him a handjob?"

She winked at her children after making that knowing comment.

Alan's mind was blown all over again. Man! Mom is naked and masturbating, and so fucking STACKED! I can't get enough of her bouncy boobs. And Sis is jacking me off in full view. Meanwhile, Mom is talking to Brenda, of all people. BRENDA! The woman Aunt Suzy promises is going to become my "sex pet," whatever the hell that means. I'm so friggin' HORNY! Ugh! Just another typical day in my new life!

After listening to what must have been a long answer from Brenda, Susan continued, "You would? Shamelessly, even, like a starving dog?! ... You WOULD?! My goodness! That's the spirit! What would you say, exactly?"ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by (f)ir(e).net

There was another prolonged pause, because Brenda had a lot to say. The gist of it was that she was willing to do anything and everything to be one of his official personal cocksuckers.

Susan continued, "Good! But don't forget, there's no love here. He's just using your mouth as a cum dump! You'd be nothing but one of his many, many, MANY personal cocksuckers!" Susan was getting carried away with her language, and both older women knew that, but they loved it just the same.

After another comment from Brenda, Susan asked, "What? You love it? You get off on having to share him? You even want to suck him off together with me? My goodness! You know that's a naughty, naughty idea. VERY forbidden! Unless... what do you suggest?" She stared at Katherine's fingers sliding up and down Alan's boner with pure lust in her eyes.

There was a long pause while Brenda explained how she'd share Alan's cock with Susan. She boldly claimed that a powerful cock's like Alan's should be denied nothing, and that it often might take at least two eager mouths to fully satisfy him. Then she described in very graphic detail how the two of them could team up, using both their mouths and all four hands, to give him the blowjob of a lifetime.

That left Susan so horny that she was nearly speechless. Her mouth was watering, and she was increasingly eager to get off the phone so she could get on her knees and inspect Alan's erection up close. "I see. Well... Alright then! ... And what would you do to tempt him into fucking your monstrously huge tits?"

Susan was breathing hard and writhing her mostly naked body in a sexual manner. But no matter how aroused she got, she still made sure to inspire her children with her language on the phone, even repeating some of the things that Brenda had said so they wouldn't miss the details.

For instance, after Brenda described a particular dress she might wear, Susan replied, "Are you sure the fabric is thick enough, or are your outrageously erect nipples going to poke right through it? And how will it look wet, when it's soaked through and through from your pussy juice and Alan's big cum loads? You'll look like you won a sticky wet-T-shirt contest by the end of tomorrow night, I guarantee you. Have you ever had your big chest entirely basted and bathed in hot, creamy sperm? You will soon!"

But while Brenda didn't know that Alan was in the room, Susan assumed from previous calls that Brenda had removed all her clothes while the call was going on. Susan's words were so hot that Brenda was very literally burning with lust, which led to her disrobing. Eventually she was buck naked, wildly frigging herself so much that she was no longer able to hold the phone. She put the receiver relatively near her ear so she could use both hands to play with herself.

By that point, neither she nor Susan were really talking. Instead, they just panted into the phone as they frigged themselves repeatedly to orgasm.

When Brenda heard Susan start to squeal with obvious orgasmic ecstasy, she had to end the call because she was too far gone to continue. She was so aroused that she was on the verge of hyperventilating. As soon as she put the phone down, she let out a piercing wail and let herself go, cumming in proverbial buckets.

Susan suddenly found herself with her pants around her knees, her fingers pressing her clit, holding a disconnected phone line. She looked over at Katherine and Alan and blushed. She knew she'd just cried out, but she'd kind of blanked out on what she'd said or how loud she'd been or how many times she'd climaxed.