Chapter 605 He's Turning Me Into His SLUT! [DD SPONSORED]

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Katherine shouted out, "Encore! Encore!" The other women quickly joined in.

However, Alan looked desperately at Suzanne.

Suzanne caught his look, and understood. She knew he felt that he simply couldn't handle any more intense sexual arousal at that moment, so she said, "Au contraire! NO encore!" As the other women looked at her in confusion, she explained, "Remember the cardinal show business rule: always leave them wanting more."

Hearing that, Susan walked all the way into the kitchen and started preparing the food and drinks. But she was quiet as a mouse while doing so, because she wanted to hear what the others said.

Katherine immediately proclaimed, "Aunt Suzy, you taught her that, right? I need you to teach me that too. Like NOW!"

Amy added, "Yeah! Me too!"

Even Brenda added, "Me three!" She nearly blushed at that, because she belatedly realized she wasn't really a member of the group, at least not yet.

Suzanne raised an eyebrow. "Brenda, you certainly already know how to sashay, and in high heels no less. I've seen you do it. You've been strutting your stuff at fancy parties off and on."

Brenda said breathlessly, "True, but not like THAT! I was just winging it, not treating it like some kind of... work of art. I've seen you walk like that too, but somehow I thought that was just a Suzanne thing, like it was part of your overall sexiness. I didn't know that could be taught. Gaawwwd! That made me so horny, and I'm a woman! Then when I look over at Alan and Amy, and the way that Amy is jacking him off..."

She glanced over at Amy and Alan. Amy had been giving Alan a rest since the clapping started, but she quickly resumed her handjob to maintain Brenda's expectations.

Thinking about Susan's sashaying and watching Amy's fingers almost brought Brenda to another climax. "UGH! Oh! And then when Susan walked right up and ran her fingers over Amy's stroking hands... I'm... I'm speechless!"

Brenda had stopped frigging her pussy in order to clap. She was tempted to resume but felt that she couldn't while Suzanne and the others were looking at her. Still, she was so hot and bothered by what she had just witnessed that she was forced to play with her own nipples. A contented look crossed her face as she reveled in this latest sexual pleasure.

Suzanne said to the other women, "We'll talk about teaching you all later. I should warn you though, it's not easy. Sure, I could teach you a half-assed version in ten minutes, but to REALLY gain control over your body to walk like Susan just walked, that takes weeks to master. And don't even get me started on how much tougher it is to do it right in high heels."

Brenda suddenly blurted out, "And she did it all just for her son! To keep his cock thick and hot and throbbing with pleasure!" She stared right at Alan's boner and Amy's stroking fingers, exuding a nearly overwhelming need to be involved. If I don't get my hands or mouth on that cock, and soon, I'm going to pass out from sheer frustration! But then again, if I do, I'll pass out from sheer exhilaration! There's no respite from the non-stop sexiness in this house. No escape!

Amy had a good rhythm going and she knew that Alan wasn't in danger of cumming immediately, thanks to whatever had happened with his close call. She teased Brenda, "Gee, my hands are getting tired. Stroking all this super fat cock is tough! I can barely get my tiny fingers around it. Brenda, if Aunt Susan doesn't come back from the kitchen soon, I might need you to take over. Think you could handle that? And THIS?" She stopped stroking his boner and pointed it right at Brenda, as if she were aiming his next cum blast in Brenda's direction.

Brenda bit her lip and stared wide-eyed. She was so far gone that she could vividly feel his hot shaft in her hands. She even imagined a torrent of his sticky cum landing all over her face and chest.

The resulting surge of arousal was more than she could handle. With a loud squeal, she closed her eyes and fingered her pussy with sudden abandon. With each orgasm she had, she could feel her devotion to Alan growing. She credited him for everything that was happening, including all of her mind-blowing sexual pleasure.

Susan's return to the living room was rather anti-climactic. She would have loved to sashay her way back to the others, but since she was carrying a tray loaded with cookies, apple and peach slices, rice crackers with pâté, coffee and tea, she knew she wouldn't be able to do her new walk justice.

However, her walk was impressive just the same, considering that she kept the tray balanced the whole time. She did blush slightly when her reappearance resulted in another round of applause.

Katherine high-fived her once she put the tray down. "You ROCK, Mom!"

Amy nodded. "Yeah! That was totally great, Aunt Susan." Amy pointed Alan's erection at her. "Here. If anyone deserves the reward of being the next penis tender, you do."

In seconds, Susan had taken Amy's place, putting both hands once again on her son's soaked shaft. She closed her eyes and shivered all over as she took a moment to revel in the contact.

As she resumed her stroking, she thought, Sashaying took me weeks to learn, but it was SOOO worth it! Now, if Tiger is ever flaccid, I've got another powerful weapon to fix that. Not that he's ever flaccid, hee-hee! My son is just so wonderfully stiff and cocky all day long! MMMM!

The other bottle of wine that Susan had brought was opened and quickly consumed. Suzanne said, "That was fun, Susan, and we really enjoyed seeing you sashay, but now can we get back to the game already?"

Amy interjected, "M'kay, Mother. But before we do, Aunt Susan, can I ask you: how did walking all super sexy like that make you feel?"

Susan looked to Suzanne. "Before I answer that, can I just... suck on him for a couple of minutes? You know, as a kind of victory celebration?"

Brenda held her breath. If there was one thing she wanted to witness more than any other, it was Susan giving Alan a blowjob.

Suzanne frowned. "Oooh. Tough call. I'm tempted to say yes, because you do deserve it. But I know that if you start, you'll never stop, and then we can forget about finishing our card game."

Katherine quipped, "Give her eight inches and she'll suck a mile."

Suzanne suggested, "Susan, why don't you answer Amy's question, and then we'll see whether we can work your reward into the game." Once a game got started Suzanne really liked to see it through.

Brenda let out her breath. She was disappointed, but relieved too. She doubted she could cope with even more extreme arousal at this point. She needed some time to recover.

Susan was too euphoric to really mind Suzanne's prohibition. While her fingers were making lewd wet noises up and down Alan's long shaft, she said to Amy, "It was FANTASTIC! It's just like your mom said. It would have been easy enough to do in a half-assed way, but having complete control over my body is another thing altogether - every part has to work together like the musical instruments in an orchestra. Knowing how to move my body like that is gonna make me a better big-titted cocksucking mommy in so many ways. Mmmm... yes..."

She squirmed in her chair, seemingly close to another climax. But then, with her hands still pumping on Alan's boner, she refocused, and said with a joyous squeal, "Sashaying makes me soooo horny! It's like I'm sucking Tiger's cock from a distance, using my whole body! It sets my pussy and nipples ON FIRE! And my ass! Oh! My ass! I can almost feel Tiger's hands all over it as I walk. UGH! And then, knowing that you all are watching, and especially that Tiger is watching, and his cock is being properly tended to at the same time... Ooooh! I'm getting shivers all over, just from THINKING about it!"

Katherine and Amy turned to Suzanne and stared at her with intense "teach me now" expressions.

Suzanne just laughed at that. "We'll talk, girls... AFTER the game. So can we resume already?"

It took a while for decorum to be re-established. But eventually even Brenda was able to stop playing with herself and concentrate on her next set of cards.

Alan won the next hand while Amy was the loser.

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 still pounding her relentlessly, although at a lower setting, Brenda was ready for just about anything, as long as it was sexual. In fact, she had to grasp the edge of the table firmly as her body swooned once again from too much pleasure. The puddle of pussy juice which had accumulated on her chair now practically 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.

If anything, Brenda was even more aroused in return. She kept staring at the kissing girls, and also at Susan stroking Alan's pole. She was so horny that she unconsciously and repeatedly humped her pelvis up into the air like she was getting fucked.

Despite everything, Katherine continued to allow her jealousy about Brenda triumph over her lust. She asked, "Amy, my breasts may not be anything near Brenda's obscene balloons, but who do you think Brother would rather stick it in? 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. 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 that Alan would rather fuck the other women in the room. That made him even more unobtainable and different. And being called "another mindless big-titted fuck doll" somehow turned her on even more, although she was deeply ashamed to realize this. In fact, she was so overwhelmed in her horny humiliation 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 a multiple orgasm yet again. She was aware that her voluptuous, naked body was violently climaxing in front of five other people, and that drove her to still further heights of humiliation and thus arousal.

They're all looking at me! All of them! I'm so ashamed! Nothing but a shameless slut! Oh shit, I'm gonna cum again! No, it's worse. I'm a mindless big-titted fuck doll! That's what I am! I see this flagrant incest between mother and son, and it makes me so crazy with arousal that I can't think! I can't breathe! Oh no; don't let me cum again. I'm slowly losing my mind! Stop stroking his huge cock, Susan! Please, I beg you! PLEASE STOP!

With Susan's hands on Alan's boner, a vibrator throbbing inside Brenda, and Amy and Katherine occupied with each other, no one was in any hurry to continue the game anymore.

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 let her hands roam freely over her best friend while they played. She generally kept one hand holding her cards and the other teasing Katherine's clit, 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. However, it didn't matter much that his shorts were still on for the purposes of the game, since Susan had pulled them down his thighs to well below his balls.

Brenda was frustrated, because although his erection was now exposed, it generally was covered by Susan's constantly-sliding hands. She 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!" She certainly wasn't teasing or acting with her urgent cry; she was so needy for his big boner that she felt feverish and dizzy.

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, even while she managed to keep a hand moving over his stiff pole. Then she returned her full attention and both hands to his pulsing erection.

Brenda couldn't help but comment about that too. "Susan, that's so hot. Everything here is too hot! I'm burning up. I'm dying! What's with this place? So sexual. Everything. It's like a fog that's so thick in the air that I'm choking on it. How many minutes have you been jacking your son off? Your SON! That's just so WRONG, but why does it make me so hot?! It seems like forever, but it stays stiff and strong. And then your sexy sashaying around, showing off your perfect bare bubble-butt... Jesus! Won't he ever shoot his load?! Oh my God - I can't get over that he's your son!"

Susan smiled, then readjusted her hands to fondle his balls with one hand while rubbing the tip of his cockhead with the other. That gave Brenda another perfect view of his long, exposed shaft, which was copiously covered in pre-cum. "Just look at this. Really LOOK! Now you see what we mean when we say he's an insatiable sex machine. It's never easy to get him to give up his mouth-wateringly delicious cum; you have to earn it. It's hard work that can tire out your hand or your jaw. Can you imagine having this in your mouth, trying in vain to get it to spurt out a hot load?"

Brenda whispered helplessly, "Have mercy!"

But Susan had no mercy. "And it never stops! Once he's done, he's hard again almost immediately. It's like having a permanently hard cock slapping you in the face twenty-four hours a day. You practically have to live with your face in his crotch. Can you imagine that, Brenda, naked and on all fours all day long, day after day after day, sucking this perfect cock? It's a good thing there's four of us in this house to help out, because there's no way any one woman could satisfy him."

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

Brenda gasped again as she watched Susan repeatedly stroking his pole from tip to base and back again.

Amy proudly announced 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.

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

"I'm one of his personal cocksuckers, of course. Oh, I'm his pussy, too!" She smiled a happy, proud grin. "One of his pussies, that is. But you'll always be his Kat."

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

She thought, Pussy! I want to be his pussy too! No, ONE OF his pussies! JESUS CHRIST, I need him to fuck me! What an amazing boy. He's only a teenager, and all of these women are in love with him! There's just no way to resist. He's turning me into one of his pussies! One of his big-titted fuck dolls! YES! God! No! Alan, lord and master! SPANK my ass! Gonna cum AGAIN!

No! No! What am I saying? I have to get a grip. I can't let him win that easily! In a last ditch effort to beat him, she managed to ask as she writhed, "Alan, who's the most beautiful woman here?"

Alan had generally been trying to maintain a low profile and not talk, but now he had to answer a very dangerous question. He considered it for a bit, and then 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 him and their many good times together. Each of them felt as if he'd spoken directly to them and only them.

Brenda, however, realized she was beaten: he just wasn't overwhelmed by her beauty like all the other men she'd known. But losing had never felt so good. Deep down she'd actually hoped that 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, while Brenda was the loser. Katherine said, "Alan, I think it's time you teach Brenda that little back-door trick that Akami showed you." Katherine saw Susan frown, no doubt unhappy to have to stop her stroking, as well as due to her jealousy over the size of Brenda's breasts. So to appease her, Katherine added, "But that's it. Don't take your hands off her ass."

Needless to say, Alan was delighted. He had been incredibly turned on by their impossibly-proportioned guest, but hadn't really had a chance to touch her much that evening. He'd been playing it cool towards her, but he couldn't not smile with great glee. It helped that he remembered Suzanne's advice that he should act aloof towards Brenda for a while, and then enjoy himself with her later. He decided that "later" had arrived.

Brenda pulled herself together enough to move over to a sofa. Still panting breathlessly, she bent down low and raised her ass. Her immense breasts hung down so low that they scraped the fabric of the sofa, while the vibrator kept buzzing and twitching in her pussy.

She babbled semi-coherently, very rapidly, "Alan, my ass. My ass. That's my ass. Do it to my ass! Yes! You're gonna... Gonna put it 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..."

And that was all before Alan even touched her.

He gently rubbed his hands all over her ass, causing her to switch to a high-pitched breathy moaning. He got his fingers wet by running them through all the pussy juice leaking from her slit. Then, without any warning, he plunged his index finger deep into her anus.

She cried out in an earsplitting scream of ecstasy, going on and on until the others all had to cover their ears. Needless to say, she'd had yet another powerful orgasm.

Alan could only wonder what noises she'd make during actual sex. But he continued, sawing his finger in and out of her butt for as long as he could. At the same time, his other hand eagerly explored and kneaded her ample (but by no means fat) ass cheeks.

She'd never experienced anal penetration of any kind before. Both of her husbands, not surprisingly, had been so attracted to her breasts that they'd generally neglected her ass. Aided by the vibrator that was still throbbing in her cunt, she was overwhelmed with what was, to her, a delightful mixture of pleasure and pain.

Brenda's body was extremely responsive. Neither she nor Alan knew that she was particularly responsive to anal stimulation. He had accidentally hit the jackpot, helping her assume that there was something magical about him. From that point on, his touch would forever be to her something exceptionally special.

Alan pulled his finger out of her anus so he could get more lube from the juices that were flowing copiously from her pussy. He briefly ran his dirty index finger up and down her moist legs, avoiding contaminating her vulva, then plunged it back in her anus. With his other hand, he continued to explore her butt, kneading her ass flesh over and over like a baker making bread.

Brenda loved his treatment. Her previously repressed submissive side seemed to be showing itself more and more. God! He's turning me into his SLUT! One of his sluts! One of his big-titted toys! Oh... FUCK! UGH! I can't... can't resist! Gonna cum again! And again! Here it comes again! Somebody help me! God help me! UH! His finger... finger in my ass! Nooooo! Too much!

She screamed as if in her death throes when yet another climax overwhelmed her.

He didn't stop just because she was cumming. His continued fingering made her orgasm go on and on, until she really did think she might die from too much joy.

The others grew jealous as they watched the anal probing.

Susan thought, Look at that! Good Lord, look at that! He's taking a super busty babe and reducing her to a quivering wreck! It's so right, and yet it's so wrong! It shouldn't be his finger in her ass; it should be his COCK in MY ass! Yes! Mmmm! Oh yes! Tiger, take my ass, take it now! Plunge your meaty cock ten inches deep between my hot ass cheeks! Mmmm! Didn't you like the way I sashayed for you? Why don't you reward me by fucking the hell out of that ass you love so much?

Brenda is so right. Son, you're a 'fuck stud' and a 'sex machine!' Oh God! Who can resist?! So good!

Susan was burning up inside but somehow managed to conceal it, mostly. For once her hands were free, but with everyone else present she was too embarrassed to masturbate openly, despite the fact that Alan's anal fingering had aroused her to an incredible degree.

Suzanne was very unhappy to hear her daughter proclaim herself an owned pussy, and say similar things that implied low self-esteem, but she was too horny to really put her foot down. She made a note to talk about it with Amy in private, later.