Chapter 599 Do You Really Love Me, Or Do You Just Love These? [DD SPONSORED]

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Suzanne cuddled with Alan in his bed as the two of them recovered from their recent orgasms. She was mildly annoyed by the fact that she'd missed out on another chance for vaginal sex, but the great orgasm that she'd had with both Plummer children took away most of the sting.

Alan had a very serious look on his face and it seemed that he was struggling to put his thoughts in order. He looked at the clock on the wall and realized that they weren't facing such a time crunch after all. It would still be a while before the evening poker game with Brenda, unless she arrived ahead of schedule. The interval before the game finally gave him a chance to discuss his many recent problems with Suzanne, but he didn't know where to begin.

Suzanne beat him to the punch. She said tenderly, "Sweetie, I do feel your pain. Really. I know what you're thinking. On the one hand, it seems like you're living a fantastic, non-stop wet dream and you can't get enough. You walk through life as if in a fantasy world, wondering what your classmates would think if they only knew a fraction of what you're going through."

He nodded, then kept nodding in total agreement. He thought, Such as the fact that I'm talking to my impossibly-gorgeous Aunt Suzy while she lies naked next to me, with my cum painted all over her face! That's a pretty great fantasy, right there. But here we are, for real!

She continued, "But, on the other hand, you feel like you're being torn apart as a dozen pairs of female hands pull at you from different directions. And you're constantly pushing your body's sexual limits and wondering how long you'll last before you collapse completely. But you don't want it to ever end, even when your penis is on fire. You're afraid something will break the magical spell and your life will return to how it was, so you have to enjoy it all while you can. These are the things you were thinking about just before I came in."

"Exactly. It's like you're reading my mind. How do you know me so well?"

She smiled comfortingly, while she continued to occasionally collect and eat some of the cum that was still on her face. "Your Aunt Suzy is a very smart cookie, and don't you forget it! As you know, I'm already working on fixing things behind the scenes for you. Think of me as your guardian angel. I'm going to make sure that everything in your life goes perfectly."

They hugged. He was careful not to smear her cummy face.

"But how did you know I was thinking about some of those very things when you came in?"

She pulled back a bit, sat up, and struck a sexy pose with a hand brushing her hair behind her head. She wasn't even trying to arouse him; she just tended to do that sort of thing from habit. "Because you looked like you were deep in thought, and if I was in your shoes that's the kind of stuff I'd be thinking about all the time."

He nodded. "Can we talk about Brenda then?"

She stared at him intently. "Sweetie, let's face facts. Your lot in life is to fuck lots of beautiful women, including Brenda!"

"Are you sure?"

Suzanne smiled knowingly, purring sexily, "Yes. You need to make your peace with this, Sweetie, because it's the truth. You're going to be doing a LOT of fucking beautiful women from now on, partly because you're lucky enough to know the unusually attractive and horny ladies who just so happen to hang around this house, but also because you're so good at it. Success breeds success, and now everyone wants you. The magic spell is never going to be broken. Even if you try to screw up somehow, I won't let it happen."

His heart skipped a beat and he held his breath, because he was so in awe at her words. He usually tried not to think of the future, for fear that he'd jinx it, so to hear her definitively state things like that literally took his breath away.

She concluded, "My advice is to simply give in. Don't think, and don't fight it. Just sit back and enjoy this opportunity the fates have thrown your way. Enjoy it to the complete fullest, definitely including Brenda. Make her your sex pet, however you choose to define that. Here's a hint: simply OWN her and FUCK her, at will, whenever and however you want, without apology or regrets!"

"Whoa!"

"The world is your oyster! Surrender totally to the moment and revel in your good fortune. Let me worry about and handle whatever problems come up. Me, and Susan, and Angel, and Amy, and all your other loved ones, we've got your back covered to make sure everything works out. We all want nothing more than to make sure this works, because we all benefit."

She swept more of his cum into her mouth and then grinned impishly.

Alan thought about her advice briefly, saying, "Thanks. I love you so much, and I appreciate all your help."

Her facial expression didn't change much, but her heart started to pound wildly. It did that almost every time when he told her that he loved her.

Then he focused on a sore point that she had just brought up. "How do you know I'm good at fucking?" he complained. "It's not like you've ever let me fuck you. That just drives me utterly bonkers."

"Hey. Remember what happened at the beach the other day? It's gonna happen. We just need some time alone to see it through. I was actually going to fuck you tonight, but I couldn't get Angel to leave. Now we lost the chance. With our guests arriving shortly, we don't have time to do our first time justice. As you might imagine, I'm somewhat prone to being, shall we say... somewhat demanding of my lovers, in bed."

She smirked, and wiped a big gob of his cum off her forehead. "I can't wait to feel my vagina soaking in THIS sweet seed after you skewer me and flood me!" She hungrily licked the cum off her finger with her exceedingly long tongue.

He groaned in lusty frustration. Although his penis remained flaccid, he was mentally aroused just the same.

"Even so, I must admit it's terribly tempting to just do it anyway. Despite your mother roaming around the house, I just can't hold off anymore. Too bad your penis is flaccid right now, or who knows what might happen?" She reached out and started to play with his penis. She wasn't trying to revive it necessarily; she just liked touching it.

"Really? Damn! Just telling me that drives me even wilder. Dang." He pounded his fist into his hand repeatedly. "Damn, that's frustrating!"

"Tell me about it. I want us to fuck just as much as you do. Maybe even more, if you can believe that. It's been a torment for me too, ever since the first handjob I gave you. But I haven't been holding off to be cruel, petty or spiteful. I'm seriously hot to trot and hard up myself right now! Unfortunately, we can't 'indulge' ourselves just yet. For one thing, your mother wouldn't be able to handle it if she catches us. She's almost there mentally, but not quite. Knock on wood. If this visit to the psychologist goes well, you'll be fucking ALL of us soon. And when I say 'soon' I mean within days, and yes, I'm including your mother in that as well!"

He stared in awe.

She smiled almost wickedly in return. "If anything, she needs to get seriously laid even more than I do! So I suppose you and I should wait a little longer. It's much better this way, in the long run. We just have to avoid screwing everything up by being too impatient. Of course, once we pass the point of no return, we'll be able to make up for lost time, and then some!"

"Knock on wood. Wow!" He reached forward and cupped the undersides of her huge breasts. "That is a big if. She's all over the map these days."

He started to fondle Suzanne's rack. Like what she was doing to his penis, it wasn't really an erotic touch, but more just happily refamiliarizing himself with some favorite body parts. He mostly caressed the sensitive undersides of her breasts, because he knew she particularly enjoyed that. "But let's change the topic. There's so much I want to discuss before we go to the poker game, especially about how I should handle Brenda this time."

Suzanne replied, "Oh yeah. You mean how you should MANhandle her, don't you?"

He groaned with lusty frustration. It didn't help that she was continuing to collect his cum from her face and eat it. "I hate to say this, since it's probably going to arouse me even more, but it must be said: let's talk about Brenda, before she actually shows up."

"Good suggestion. But first, let me start by saying that I share your concerns about some of the excessive language used around here lately. For instance, yes, I have fun yanking your chain a little bit by suggesting that Brenda should be your 'sex pet.' But I'm only half serious about that."

He exclaimed, "Half serious is still a lot of serious, when it comes to that!"

"True. But like I said earlier, you can define that however you want. Loving couples call each other 'pet' all the time. It can just be a term of endearment, like 'honey.' And yes, 'sex pet' is a little different, but if you get off on it, and she does too, then what's the harm?" She used her long tongue to snatch a cum gob off her chin and then suck it in.

"I suppose so," he grumbled.

She continued, "But one can go too far with that kind of language, and that's where I object. Recently, some of your women have been carrying on around here in a potentially debasing manner. Like your sister. You heard her suggest you should make Brenda your 'slave.' That concerns me."

"Me too!" he heartily nodded. "Someone finally agrees with me."

"But that's not all. Did you know that when she talks about you to me in private, she refers to you as 'master?' Does she call you that to your face?"

"She says that to you? Not to my face, she doesn't." He thought back to the dual cocksucking that Amy and Katherine had given him earlier, and other recent events. "Well, she does say that kind of stuff to me sometimes, though not really that particular word. A lot, actually, now that I think about it. She gets pretty carried away when she's aroused."

Suzanne's hand on his flaccid penis felt it start to rapidly reinflate. "Aha. The erect-o-meter says the word 'master' turns you on. Or at least the idea does. Instant 'boing' in my hand as soon as I said that."

He blushed. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. Why does that idea excite me?! I can't help it!"

"It's all right." She hugged him closer, pressing her massive rack against his chest even as he kept fondling her pale globes. "As long as you don't ask to piss or shit on me or something like that, I say whatever floats your boat in bed is fine. It's a pretty big boat and it needs a lot of floating." She grinned while giving his still-rebounding erection an extra hard squeeze.

He said, "Wait. I thought you were saying that some language goes too far?"

She started to subtly stroke his engorging boner as she kept talking. "Well, yes and no. We all have to work constantly on getting you erect and keeping you that way. I say anything spoken in the heat of passion is fair game, if it's just meant to help inspire and arouse. But your sister seems to be taking it to a whole different level. I was just teasing, but she seems to take it much more seriously. Just like her "fuck toy" comment earlier. Was that serious or joking? I don't know. That's what worries me; when provocative language is used out of bed, with apparently sincere meaning and intent behind it."

He nodded. "Exactly. Thanks for clarifying that. I've had muddled thinking on the subject; that's a good way to draw the line."

She pulled back a bit so he could have more room to play with her jugs. "One minor gripe I have is that even when sex talk is nothing but sex talk, some of your other lovers are trying to outdo themselves with colorful, subservient language. I don't really like that. I mean, a little bit of that is fine. I've done some of it myself, as you know. I've even teased you about calling you 'master' once or twice, though it's not something I'd regularly call you myself. But I do know that I'm wondering if maybe I'm falling behind with your affections because I'm more restrained with that kind of thing?"

"Definitely not. Aunt Suzy, I love you so much." He brought a hand down to her ass as he said that and started fondling her behind as well. "You never, ever have to think you don't attract me. God, your body is just so fucking perfect!"

Upon saying that, he ran both hands all over her, seemingly trying to touch every last inch of her to confirm just how perfect she was all over.

Suzanne's entire body tingled and she felt chills up and down her spine, especially when his hand lingered over her pussy lips and repeatedly brushed her there. Meanwhile, her hand was steadily pumping up and down his stiff pole.

He continued to talk with passionate feeling even as he fondled her relentlessly. "If you ever fail to arouse me, just say a few words in a Southern accent and I'll think about your Daisy Duke persona and my dick will be an instant Eiffel Tower. You're so endlessly arousing that you don't need to use crutch words like 'master' or 'slave.' God damn! Just look at these curves!" He ran his hands over her hips and up her waist and tummy.

She smiled and proudly thrust out her chest. Thank the Lord I exercise daily! I'd hate to have love handles or flabby thighs, given the growing competition. I don't regret bringing Brenda into the picture. Among other things, she's going to keep all of us on our toes.

His cock grew even harder as he fully explored Suzanne's incredible beauty with his fingers and his eyes. He ran his hands through her curly, full, reddish-brown hair and brought his face much closer to hers. There was still some of his cum on her face, but that only inspired and aroused him even more. "Every time I see your body or your face, it's so startlingly beautiful that it really does take my breath away. That's not a cliché. It's like the first time every time, minus a little of the hyperventilating and blushing. I really think these last few weeks have taken years off of my life, because I can only handle so many 'be still my beating heart' moments in a single day."

She French kissed him appreciatively while continuing to give his hard-on a steady handjob. A slight taste of his cum lingered in her mouth, but he didn't care. When they came up for air, she exclaimed, "Damn you and your compliments! You're making me seriously horny. But you know the word that turns me on the most? 'Love.' Just tell me again that you love me and I'll do anything for you!"

He stared into her eyes and spoke earnestly. "I love you, Aunt Suzy. I really do. And I already know you'd do anything for me. That's one reason I love you so much. I'd do just about anything for you too." He meant every word with the deepest sincerity. He drew her hand that wasn't holding his erection to his mouth and kissed it tenderly.

She glanced down at his boner and saw it jump in her sliding hand. With a smirk, she said, "Ah. I can see you mean you'd like to love me in more ways than one. What am I going to do with you? You're so damned lovable. You know I love you too. It's a good thing for both of us that Brenda is going to be here in a few minutes, because if she wasn't I'd have you fuck me so hard that the two of us would drill a hole down to the Earth's core through sheer thrusting power! And I feel a lot better about the language issue. I must say that even I have been getting a bit jealous when I hear Angel calling herself things like 'fuck toy.'"

Alan teased, "Hey, we agreed that term is okay as long as nobody takes it too seriously, right? The way I figure, 'fuck toy' is not an exclusive position. If you're jealous, there are additional job openings in that field."

She punched him lightly. "Don't you wish! What happened to the guy who was complaining a few minutes ago that he couldn't handle all the attention and action?"

He grinned. "YOU happened to him. Every time I think I can't handle any more, something else comes along that redoubles my arousal. I may be going to hell, but at least I'm enjoying the ride."

She grinned too, then started a twisty corkscrew motion over his hard-on. "That you are. We'll talk more later about some of your other worries. Your Aunt Suzy is going to make everything all right. Unfortunately, right now I have to get ready for the card game. Did you know this old hag uses a little bit of makeup to hide her age?"

"Do NOT call yourself an old hag! You're so beautiful that you don't need any make-up at all. I love you."

"Ah. You're just saying that. Do you really love me, or do you just love these?" She let go of his boner to raise her weighty tits with both hands.

As she squeezed her breasts towards his face, her normally confident expression was replaced with one of genuine worry. She knew that he loved her, but she worried that he loved Katherine and Susan more.

She also worried about her age. She was very aware of the fact that, at 39, she was more than two years older than Susan. She was also well aware that she was the only woman in the house who felt the need to use make-up on a regular basis. Susan had a naturally young face that made her look practically like a teenager despite her very mature and voluptuous body, but no one mistook Suzanne for a teenager anymore.

Alan's eyes bugged out at the sheer size of her twin orbs, since they looked even bigger when she held them up like that. But he quickly recovered to say, "Aunt Suzy, are you serious? I love you so much. Of course I love your incredible tits, and they help get me aroused, but you'd be beyond arousing even without any boobs at all. Your whole body is amazing. When they release the next edition of the dictionary, I expect to see your picture under the word 'sexy.' Seriously! Even if I went blind, you'd be incredibly arousing just from the sound of your sensual, scratchy voice. In any case, my love for you goes soooo far beyond your looks. I hope it's the same with me, and that you don't just think of me as some young hunk."

"Sweetie, how could you possibly think that? You're like my own son to me. But do you think you could still love this old hag in another ten or twenty years?"

"Of course I do! You're going to be extremely fuckable for many, many, many years to come, and I plan to be the one fucking you until we're all in wheelchairs. I love you for YOU, no matter what you look like! Besides, if you call yourself an 'old hag' one more time, I'm going to have to tie you up, fuck you silly, and then keep you as a sex slave in my dungeon, Mom's boundaries be damned. That'll teach you!"

Her concern passed and her confidence returned. "A-ha! The fully horny and aggressive Alan has just entered the building. Did you know that it's been one of my projects lately to get you to be more aggressive? Maybe I'm succeeding too much. You're so gentle on the surface, but I have half a feeling that before too long you actually WILL have a dungeon for all your sex slaves."

He raised both eyebrows at that. He could feel his boner throbbing with excitement at the idea, even as he dismissed it as completely impossible and morally wrong. "Hey, what about our agreement that we can only use that kind of language if we don't mean it? That's what I was trying to do."

She took his still very stiff cock in her hand and resumed stroking. "Of course I don't mean it... that much. Maybe just a little." She winked playfully.

"UGH!" His lust skyrocketed again. He told himself that it was entirely due to her renewed handjob, but he had an image in his mind of standing over all his women in a medieval dungeon, where they were all naked except for collars and metal chains around their ankles.