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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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