Chapter 778 Hotness Overloaded [DD SPONSORED]

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They were still going like that a minute or two later when Amy let herself in the back patio as she usually did and walked right in on the group. "Hi guys," she giggled. "Hey Mom, looks like I'm missing out on something good!"

Suzanne looked up at her daughter with concern, because this wasn't how she wanted her daughter to see her: naked, flushed, bent over with Alan's face in her ass, and loving it. She cried out, "Amy! Don't look!"

Amy just stood there with a silly grin on her face.

Suzanne was so aroused and close to climax that she didn't make a move to disengage. If anything, she pressed her ass harder back into Alan's face, encouraging his tongue.

Amy kept staring while smiling happily. "Don't worry, Mom, I've seen that kind of thing before." She giggled, "In fact, I've seen a lot of that kind of thing around here lately. Right around here in this very room in fact!"

Suzanne rather lamely said to her daughter, "Amy, what are you doing here? Please don't look at me like this. I'm so embarrassed. It's not what you think!" She wiggled her ass in a half-hearted effort to break free.

That got a good laugh from everyone but Alan, as his mouth was busy. Obviously, the situation was exactly what Amy thought it was.

"Don't worry, Mom, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Boy, I feel so overdressed!" Within seconds, Amy went from fully dressed to naked. She had a knack for taking her clothes off with record speed. However, she kept a garter belt on because she'd heard Alan found such things sexy.

"NO!" Suzanne moaned. "Don't! So... shameful!"

"I'm not embarrassed. What's the big deal?" Amy stood proudly with her hands on her hips.

Suzanne loved being seen like this by Susan and Katherine, but Amy was a totally different case. "Well, it's just that you're my daughter, and, uh, uhhh! Oh yes! Ugggghh! ... Um, it's just that, this is rather private, and you're my daughter, and we're not having sex, UH! Yes! We're just... Sweetie may look like he has his face up my butt, but, uh, well..."

As if trying to make an even bigger fool out of the uncharacteristically abashed Suzanne, Alan picked her up and moved her over his lap as if she was a blow-up doll. He then pushed her down onto his erection as he'd done a couple of times before Amy arrived.

Suzanne was upset at this and blushed furiously, but she didn't try to resist at all. In fact, as soon as he was fully sheathed in her again, she did her best to bounce up and down on his rigid hard-on. She admitted, "Okay, so maybe it's what it looks like." She broke out into near hysterical laughter at the absurdity of the situation.

Amy and the others laughed too.

Suzanne cursed to herself, Fuck! My fucking cunt, ruling my brain again! Once again, I'm totally helpless to resist my lusty urges. Dammit! It just feels too fucking great!

Then she told Amy more seriously, "I know how traumatic it must be to see one of your parents have sex... Especially with someone who's practically your brother..."

Amy giggled. "Traumatic?" She found that very funny. "Not really, Mom. It's sexy!"

Susan and Katherine, still playing with each other, couldn't help but giggle, agreeing with Suzanne's comment about the absurdity of the situation.

Suzanne tried again to explain to Amy, "Um, we're having sex, now, technically, but it's not really... Hnnnngg! YES! Oh, like that! ... It's technically not really... YES! Do me! Aaaarrrggh! Yes! Again! Harder! Hurry! ... You might say, technically speaking, that he's fucking me, but... GOD! FUCK! Fuck me DEEPER! UNGH! I feel like such a slut! Anyway, the point is ... dammit Amy, it's rude to stare!"

"Oh, sorry!" Amy said, blissfully. "I won't stare; I'll just look at you two normally in a non-stare-y kind of way. I'm going to get a drink first though. Does anyone want anything?"

"YES! YES!" Suzanne screamed. "Um, Amy, I'm talking to Alan and my need to have him POUND ME HARD, not about the DRINK! Unnh! YES! More, Sweetie! Fill my cunt!"

He continued to impale Suzanne onto his thick, hard tool.

Amy asked her mother, "So you don't want a drink then?"

"YES! I mean, no! Fuck it! Who cares?! Sweetie, my love, cum already! Nail me! Nail me so hard and good! Fucking fill me with your HOT SEED!"

Amy got herself a glass of lemonade from the refrigerator, came back, and pulled up a chair. She sat less than two feet away from Alan and Suzanne. She watched them raptly, as if she were watching an exciting sporting event.

Katherine, still sitting and masturbating on a nearby sofa with Susan, complained, "Amy, you're in the way. Could you scoot to the side? We're enjoying the show too, you know."

"Oh, sorry." She scooted. Amy and Katherine sat next to each other with their eyes practically boring into Suzanne's bush.

This just embarrassed Suzanne that much more.

With an elbow nudge, Katherine added as an aside to her best friend, "By the way, Xania's coming to the poker game."

"No way!" Amy high-fived Katherine. "Coolness! I hear she's all big breast-y and curvy and stuff. I know someone who's gonna get the full Alan treatment tomorrow night! I hope she's on the pill so he can do her bareback like he's doing Mom." She went back to staring at the sex act in front of her.

"Everybody's looking at me! Amy? AMY!" Suzanne couldn't help shouting because of what Alan was doing to her. "What are you doing?! God yes!"

"What? Am I forgetting something?" Amy asked, momentarily confused. Then she looked over at Susan and Katherine, with both of them fervently masturbating. "Oh. I know! I'm making you uncomfortable 'cos I'm the only one with an untended pussy. Sorry!" She squished two fingers into her tight slit and started stroking.

"No!" Suzanne yelled. "No! ... Wait, don't stop, Alan, I'm talking to Amy." Alan had taken his cock out of her pussy, but he immediately pushed it back in. "Yes! YES! More! But Amy, no. YES! What I mean is, Sweetie, yes, but Amy, oh God, YEESSS!"

Suzanne was having a hard time saying yes to Alan and no to Amy. She finally gave up the attempt to tell Amy not to jill herself and exclaimed, "I can't control myself in front of my daughter! I'm so ashamed!"

Alan and Suzanne were headed for a shuddering climax.

Soon Suzanne lost all hopes at coherence, and just screamed at the top of her lungs as a great climax ripped through her. She kept her eyes closed and tried to pretend Amy wasn't there. But somehow, the fact that she was aroused her even more.

When the two fuckers finally came down from their mutual high and became aware of their surroundings, Suzanne looked around and to her horror discovered Amy anew, and remembered that she'd been there all the time. Her shame came flooding back even stronger than before. She had a good idea now of the mixture of shame and arousal that Susan had been feeling so often in recent weeks, and how the shame could send one's arousal soaring to dizzying .

Amy stood just a couple feet away from them, still frigging herself to the sight of her mother and her boyfriend resting in each other's arms. She wore her usual simple and happy face, as if she didn't have a trouble in the world. In fact, her happy-go-lucky look was a disguise this time, to make her mother feel more comfortable so their sexual relationship could grow.

"Amy! What are you doing?" Suzanne yelped in dismay at the fact that Amy was masturbating. She looked past and saw Katherine and Susan both frigging themselves too. What the two of them were doing didn't bother her, but seeing Amy play with herself nearly caused her to faint with embarrassment.

"I have my fingers in my-"

Suzanne interrupted, mustering a stern voice. "Don't answer that! It's a rhetorical question. I want you to stop that right away, and put your clothes on. Now!"

"But MooooOOOOoooom!"

"Don't 'but Mom' me, Honey Pie. Do as you're told." Having climaxed temporarily diminished Suzanne's strong fuck need, enabling her to get tougher with Amy.

"But Mom, it seems like you and Alan are having much more fun than when he and I have sex. It's more intense. Why is that? Is it that you're a better lover than me, or does he like you more than me?" Amy appeared to be just innocently asking a question, but in fact she was stalling for time so she could keep frigging herself until Suzanne got used to it.

Like everybody, Suzanne was a sucker for a good compliment, and the suggestion that she might be Alan's best lover was something she really liked to hear. Pleased, she blushed in embarrassment. She was too out of it to realize how cleverly she was being manipulated.

Alan finally spoke. "Amy, I love you very dearly, so don't worry about that. Remember that you're my one and only girlfriend."

"Official girlfriend," Amy corrected. She loved that "official" status dearly.

He said, "Yes. Official. But your mom has had decades of experience with sex, and you've only had a few days' worth. So of course she's better at some things. That'll change with time, so don't worry about it."

Alan sat with Suzanne impaled on his lap. His dick was still inside her, but it was starting to wilt. However, he was so aroused by an unusually ashamed Suzanne, not to mention the other three nude hotties all masturbating themselves just a few feet away that his penis reversed itself and started to firm up again.

Suzanne could immediately feel the change. "Oh good Lord! Not now! Not here, with her!" She groaned in frustration, even as she unthinkingly squeezed his shaft to help him fully engorge.

Alan played for time while his dick continued to thicken by complimenting Suzanne some more. He pinched her erect nipples aggressively as he talked in Amy's direction. "Indeed, your mother is extremely talented in bed. You wouldn't believe the things she can do with her pussy. The way she squeezes..."

With an almost involuntary reaction, Suzanne began squeezing her pussy walls around his hardening prick. She whispered in disbelief, "No! It's full again! It's filling me up so fucking much! It can't be!"

Susan smirked, extremely proud of her son and his recovery abilities. "Look, everybody. Tiger's big cock is hard again! It's like I always say: resistance is useless!"

Suzanne was finally realizing exactly what Susan meant when she said that, because her resistance was completely gone. She wanted to lift Alan up and off her and she had the physical strength to do it, but at the moment it seemed as impossible as reaching out and touching the moon. Her pussy was in control now, and it demanded more fucking. Far from moving or protesting, she found herself squeezing her pussy around his shaft even more intently.

But she didn't keep up her squeezing for long because Alan renewed his thrusting while he said to Amy, "But don't worry; you'll get good very quickly. You're so naturally tight that you don't need all those tricks anyway. But why don't you stick around to watch and learn?"

"M'kay!" Amy enthused, though it was already clear that she was going to do that anyway. "Mom, did you hear that? Maybe I can get as good at being royally fucked by him as you are!"

Suzanne just moaned, "No..." Somehow, the idea of Alan fucking both her and her daughter bothered her more than ever before.

Alan said, "Aunt Suzy, stop trying to discourage her! As her mother you should do all you can to help her. Show her how to do this right."

"No. That's not right..." Suzanne said half-heartedly. She was too lost in her fuck lust to say more. She knew her words would be ineffectual anyway.

Alan moved from the sofa to the floor, taking Suzanne with him without pulling out of her. "You don't want to teach your daughter how to be a better fuck for her boyfriend?"

"No, it's not that; it's just that..." Suzanne began bouncing her whole body up and down on his meaty pole even as she still complained about Amy.

She was momentarily distracted from her worries about Amy as she felt just how stiff and thick Alan's cock had grown already. "Sweetie, you can't possibly get this hard again this fast, can you? How is that possible? Not with Amy watching! She shouldn't see. She's my daughter! It's not right..."

He whispered in Suzanne's ear, "Don't you want Amy to be a great lover? Isn't that more important than being prudish and worrying? I know of some great positions I'd like to show her, if you're willing."

"I don't know. It's not right..." In the back of her mind, Suzanne felt she was being manipulated the way she manipulated others, but she was helpless to stop her urges. She caught herself thinking about the meek and ineffectual protest she'd just made. "Dammit, I hate it when I sound just like Susan. No offense, Susan - I mean the old Susan."

"None taken," Susan said happily. She and Katherine were having a lot of fun just watching and felt no need to be more involved. She thought that watching Alan fuck Suzanne was one of the most erotic sights she'd ever seen. Already, the big revelation that Alan had been fucking Suzanne for a few days without anyone telling her was old news. She was close to yet another orgasm just from watching and masturbating.

Alan pressed Suzanne, "You're fucking your daughter's boyfriend right in front of her. Don't you think you owe her some consideration? You have all the experience and talent that she's going to need. Can't you show her a thing or two? Don't you want her to be a good, tight little fuck bunny?" His stiffness continued to slide into her slow and deep with each stroke.

Amy appreciated that Alan was trying to get Suzanne to share her talents. But she was also glad that he was pushing Suzanne to break down her own barriers and be a more willing "fuck bunny" herself. Despite Suzanne's great talents, she'd always held back from complete emotional commitment, due to her urge to remain in control. People like Amy who knew her well saw that as a character flaw and hoped it could be fixed someday.

But everyone could see in the last few days that a change had come over Suzanne. She often appeared lost in thought and somehow even more wanton and sexy than before, if such a thing was humanly possible. The others often found her sitting alone, idly stroking her tits. On such occasions her hands were usually inside her clothes, if she happened to be wearing clothes at all, which had become an increasingly rare occurrence for her inside the Plummer home.

Lately, it seemed that she was nearly as distracted by the constant thought of getting fucked by Alan as Susan was. It seemed that the more she got fucked, the more she wanted it. (She had foreseen that consequence of having a really long, intense fuck with him, which is why she had felt compelled to put it off for so many weeks.)

Amy had been subtly planting the idea in Suzanne's mind that she and Suzanne should team up to mutually please Alan. Amy dreamed of a bed filled with just her, her mother and Alan, all covered in cum and pussy juice. She loved her mother and Alan more than any other people in the world, so she could hardly imagine anything better than that threesome. Of course if Katherine and Susan wanted to join in on their big bed from time to time, so much the better, especially since she dearly loved both of them too. She envisioned all sorts of sexual combinations, but her favorite fantasy was just with her mother and Alan.

Unfortunately, she hadn't been very successful so far in convincing her mother of this, because Suzanne was very resistant to the idea of true incest with her daughter. But Amy knew that events were slowly but surely moving in her direction, and now Alan was inadvertently helping.

Suzanne seemed too far gone into fuck lust to give any answer to Alan's suggestion to teach Amy. The mention of teaching her technique made Suzanne think more about her grinding methods, and she unconsciously rotated her hips from side to side even as she kept bouncing way high up and then far back down onto his pole. Inside, her vaginal muscles clenched on every up stroke, creating a multiple-attack sensation so exquisite that it was a near miracle Alan didn't shoot off at once. She appeared too breathless to talk, but she suddenly shouted out, "So improper!"

Suzanne listened to her own words and fell down onto Alan for a moment, pausing in the fucking while she had a good laugh over what she had just said. She recalled all the silly moments when Susan said the same thing and realized that on some unconscious level she was imitating her friend.

She calmed down a bit, and then spoke again as she slowly resumed all her fucking moves. "Oh God, now I sound EXACTLY like Susan when she's tricking herself. Oh, what the hell. Fine. Whatever! It's a losing battle with you two anyway."

Amy clapped her hands together. "Woo-hoo! Super cool!"

Alan yelled, "Excellent! First things first: show Amy the things you do with your pussy muscles." He lay back down to fully enjoy Suzanne's talented bump and grind.

Suzanne just moaned loudly and heatedly as she lost herself in the euphoria of riding his cock. This was what it was all about, in her mind, getting her needy cunt thoroughly plowed.

"Wait. Wait you all," Katherine said as she stood up and walked over on shaky legs. "I don't want to miss this either."

Susan nodded too, though she was too sensitive from all her recent masturbation to get off the sofa and come closer.

"Hey, that's a special secret," Suzanne complained, "I can't do that. Please, anything but that one." She considered her special pussy grind to be a unique calling card of sorts and was determined not to share it. She knew the way she could squeeze and grind easily doubled Alan's fuck pleasure, and that wasn't something to give up so readily. A lot of women knew how to squeeze with their pussies, but she could work that in time to her hip thrusts to create a very unique sensation.

As soon as she finished speaking, Alan stopped fucking her and pulled his erection out of her completely. He rubbed his sticky pole all around her pussy lips, tracing their shape and leaving a trail of cum wherever his penis went. He said, "Pure Evil. You're not only evil; you're naughty. Naughty mothers don't get to fuck until they help their daughters by teaching them to be good fucks too."

Suzanne reached back towards her ass and tried to forcibly grab his rod and shove it back into her vagina, but he fended her off. She moaned in defeat, "I'm losing control!" But what really worried her was how much the idea of losing control and submitting to him excited her. Normally she didn't feel that way, but she was in a rare mood somehow brought on by the others three watching, and especially by being embarrassed in front of Amy.

She relived in her mind her experience of abject desperation when she crawled across the floor of Alan's room, begging him to fuck her. God dammit! That was the worst moment of my life - and practically the best! So fucking HOT! Me, crawling on my hands and knees, for him! Hell, I practically touched my forehead to the ground, I was begging so abjectly. I'm NOT like Susan, so why does even thinking about it make me so damn horny?!

Hell, if I didn't have Sweetie's cock in my hands already, I could be talked into doing it again, right now!

Her hands and Alan's hands battled for control of his erection for another minute, but Suzanne liked the idea of losing to Alan, especially with the others watching. She gave up the struggle even as she thought, What's come over me? I hate to lose. Furthermore, I NEED that cock in me! God dammit! I knew this would happen. I should have never let Sweetie fuck me. This is why I held off for so long. In the same way that Susan is controlled by her tits, I'm controlled by my cunt. I can't let anyone know that great secret. Now that my cunt knows firsthand how good he fucks, it's taken control of me and is making me do crazy and humiliating things to get its daily filling.

She whimpered, "Alan? Sweetie? Please. I beg of you..." She continued to lie on top of him with her eyes closed and his stiffness now resting against her ass crack. She tried to wedge it in and squeeze it with her buttocks, and she got some small satisfaction at succeeding in doing that, even though her pussy continued to complain desperately that it needed to be filled.

Amy walked up and took hold of Alan's erection while leaving it resting in her mother's ass crack. She said matter-of-factly, "Mom, is there something wrong with you? Why are you denying my boyfriend what he needs?" It was slicked up with sex juices, and she tantalizingly ran her fingers all over it.

Suzanne cried out, "I have needs too! I need to get FUCKED! NOW!" Her husky, raspy voice dropped to a whisper. "Please, Sweetie. Please. I'm begging!"

Then she whispered to Amy, "Honey Pie, I can't give him what he wants because that would inevitably put you and me in a compromising situation. It's better if he just fucks me hard, now. Much, much better."

"Mom," Amy said sweetly, talking into Suzanne's ass now because her face was right over Alan's dick. "What's the big deal? We're already in that situation. You're squeezing his thingy with your ass, and I'm licking and stroking it. Would it really be that much worse if..."

Suzanne interrupted, "Wait! That's YOUR hand on my ass?! I thought that was Angel's! And you're licking it too?! Amy, get away! If you keep doing that, you'll wind up licking my ass too!"

Amy giggled as she licked her way up and down the exposed part of her boyfriend's cockhead. "M'kay! I don't mind that."

"No! That's bad! Please don't!" Suzanne whimpered. It seemed all her skills for persuasion and scheming had left her, as her rational mind was overwhelmed by her extreme fuck need. She'd lost track of how many times she'd climaxed in the last ten minutes alone. She trembled with desire, knowing that Amy was licking Alan's dick even as it rested over her ass crack. That was dangerously close to Amy licking her private places.

Amy suggested, "M'kay, Mom, how about this: I'll let go if you show us your secret."

Suzanne had to agree, because she absolutely had to get fucked some more, immediately. She knew that no dildo or vibrator or even any other man could satisfy her now, or ever again. Only Alan had what she needed. That knowledge was humbling and even frightening. What would happen if he left her? He was the only one she felt she ever truly love or trust, since he'd loved her dearly far before he thought of her in a sexy manner. She couldn't even bear to think of life without him.

She realized that she was being selfish. Of course she had to share all her sexual secrets with Susan, her very best friend. And if she shared them with her, how could she not do the same with Katherine and Amy too?

She showed her pussy muscle techniques as best she could, demonstrating them on Alan while the other three gathered round and watched from a very close distance. It was less of a lesson and more just a chance for the others to closely watch a nearly incoherent Suzanne grind her hips over Alan's pelvis in every way imaginable, over and over and over again.

The problem was, one couldn't really see what her vaginal muscles were doing, since they did their work on the inside. With the other women highly distracted with their own fingers, nobody appeared to be learning anything at all, although they were all extremely aroused from watching, none more so than Susan. She was nearly deliriously horny.

Then Amy suggested, "You know, Mom, it's totally fun watching your pussy get seriously nailed all up close and everything, but I really want to learn this muscle-ly thingy. Maybe if Kat puts her fingers in there, she could feel exactly what your muscles are doing. She could put four fingers in and you could just keep on going like it was Alan's thingy. Then she could explain it to the rest of us."

"Four fingers?" Suzanne panted. She knew there was something wrong with the idea, but she couldn't put her own finger on it. She could hardly think. She had that feeling again that the air was so thick with sex that she couldn't breathe.

Before she knew what was happening, Alan's hard-on had somehow disappeared and Katherine's fingers were inside her instead (though just three of them instead of four). She tried her best to squeeze her vaginal muscles, showing off all her techniques. However, Katherine still didn't learn much, except to find out that Suzanne could REALLY squeeze her pussy walls tightly and also that three fingers could bring Suzanne to climax quite nicely.

Then Alan's erection was back inside her, and Suzanne returned to a blissful land of intense joy. Fingers felt nice, but they couldn't compare to his real live cock.

He plowed her for a few more minutes, with the other three still standing around buck naked, watching intently. Then he decided he needed another strategic break and pulled out again.

But Suzanne didn't get any break. She squealed with distress and pleasure because mere seconds after Alan's dick pulled out, Susan's fingers went up her hole. She was really far gone.

In fact, she was so far gone that she was unable to even coherently complain when Susan's fingers disappeared and Amy's took their place. Now she realized what was nagging her about Amy's suggestion. She thought, My own daughter practically has her entire hand up my pussy! Three fingers at least! And all I can do is squeeze it while it tickles my insides! This is wrong! So wrong! My own daughter! But I can't stop! I can't even breathe! I think I'm going to die!

Amy commented, "Mom, this is totally cool! So neato. Look, Kat, look! My fingers are in my mom. This is where I was born!"

Suzanne wanted to cry out in despair as she heard Amy say that, but instead she found herself cumming hard. She was experiencing what seemed like one humiliation after another, although the others didn't seem to notice. She was too far gone to raise the subject and get them to understand. Whenever she opened her mouth to speak, she ended up screaming in pleasure instead. She found it all extremely aggravating.

She was relieved when Amy's fingers disappeared after a while and Alan's hard erection returned. She continued to fuck back at whatever was in her pussy, but she felt all kinds of female hands roaming all over her body as well. At one point she heard Susan exclaim, "Let's give her the climax of her life!"

She closed her eyes and kept them closed because she didn't want to know if Amy's hands were there or what they were doing. She was so out of it that she couldn't even tell what the hands or Alan's penis were doing or what was happening to her - it was a blur of immense sensory overload that completely overwhelmed her. She was so insanely aroused that she didn't even know her name. Anyone could do anything to her body at that point and she wouldn't have cared. It all just felt too good.

Alan eventually climaxed deep inside Suzanne at the same time she had one of the most powerful orgasms of her life, which was just the last of a long series of similar orgasms.

She was utterly sated and decimated by the hammering she'd been given. She fell asleep at once. Sleeping also eliminated the need for some embarrassing discussions, especially if Amy was still there.

When she awoke and regained her senses, she discovered that the others had carried her to a sofa and covered her with bed sheets. She was alone, and was grateful for that because she was still embarrassed at how her pussy had completely short-circuited her brain. She resolved never to speak to anyone about the incident, and most definitely not to Amy.

She thought, I did it again. I completely lost myself in fucking. I just don't have the liberty to let go like that. Amy! My sweet Honey Pie. I have to stay on guard to protect my daughter from true incest because she obviously doesn't want to protect herself from it. I need a plan to deal with her. She has to learn that that kind of touching and even watching is just plain wrong. Today has not been one of my prouder days, and I gave up my best vaginal dick-stimulating secrets to boot.

In actual fact, she hadn't really given up any special secrets, though the other three women all resolved to practice and improve their own pussy-squeezing abilities.

As she lay there, she mentally reviewed how her body was doing. My nipples feel like they were nearly pulled off. I don't even want to know how many hands were on them, or whose they were. But that's not so bad; it's my poor pussy that's crying uncle! That damn big-cocked kid nearly split me in two! Honestly, it's not that he's so big; it's that he goes on so long until I'm totally worn out and exhausted. I can almost still feel him there. So sensitive! If anyone touches me down there, I'm gonna scream. Ouch!