Chapter 572 Kneel, Mom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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