Chapter 1148: You lot all spoil this boy rotten!

Chapter 1148: You lot all spoil this boy rotten!



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Susan was still just watching the massage from next to the dancer's pole. She was still a bit intimidated by the pole itself and by Katherine's virtuoso performance a little while earlier. Her earlier enthusiasm had melted away while she was waiting. She started to groove about a little bit, but her movements were halting and awkward.

Alan spoke up. "What's wrong, Mom? I know what you're thinking, that you don't think you're a good dancer. But don't worry about it. Who's my favorite son fucker?" He briefly turned to Suzanne and gave her an apologetic look, since she was a "son fucker" too.

Suzanne understood what he was trying to do, and looked back in such a way as to convey that he should keep pumping Susan with those kinds of comments and not worry about her.

Susan tried bumping her hip against the pole, but she was still frowning.

Katherine suggested, "Mom, I think you're overdressed. I know you, and you always feel better, more confident, and sexier, when you're naked in front of your son. Stand right in front of him and take most everything off, and THEN dance."

Susan did that, wiggling out of everything but a see-through tank top and black pair of panties. She bent over so close to Alan that her butt bumped into Akami a couple of times. Her confidence and arousal surged as she heard her son breathe heavily and moan a little bit.

But when she went back to the pole, she still felt intimidated. She started to move about, but she looked and felt awkward.

Alan could see she needed more encouragement. "Mom, you look soooo sexy! I love the way those tiny panties look like they're about to fall off your ass altogether. I have half a mind to up and fuck that sexy ass of yours right now. What would you think, if I plunged my thick dick into that tight asshole of yours in front of everybody?"

Susan smiled widely. It was like his words turned on a switch that set her ass moving. "Any time, anywhere, Son! You know my ass - and all the rest of me - belongs to you!" She played with her panties, pulling them up and down. But the rest of her body remained relatively still, and she didn't know what to do with the pole. She grabbed it, and then let go as if the touch burned her fingers.

He could see she needed more encouragement. While Suzanne and Xania massaged him, and Akami tickled his erection with the feather, he said, "Come on, Mom. Who's my favorite son fucker? Who's the number one knob nibbler? Who's the most loving big-titted incest mommy in the whole world?"

Susan blushed and smiled shyly. "I am."

"Who's ready to gobble Alan Junior into her mouth at any time of day or night? Who's already ready to spread her legs so her son can make a big sperm deposit in her naughtiest places?"

"Me, and me again," Susan answered happily, though still looking bashful.

He encouraged her, "I didn't hear you. Who's hefty 381 breasts are filled with milky goodness and who always has a mommy nipple or two ready for draining?"

"I do," Susan said with a bigger smile and more enthusiasm.

"Well, let's see those milk jugs then. You know how happy it makes me to see you bare your beautiful breasts."

She said with a huge smile, "'Milk jugs' - I love it! You can call them that a lot!" She dramatically yanked off the tank top, and hefted her breasts up high with both hands.

Alan grinned. "I will. Mommy's milk jugs are just so perfect in every way. I get so rock hard just thinking about them that I can barely stand it."

"Really? You're just saying that." Susan started to really get into her movements now. She was still hefting her rack up, but her hips were churning and grinding to the steady beat of the Beatles song.

"It's true. Sometimes I get so hard in the middle of class just dreaming of my mommy's giant milk jugs that I can't even think."

massage. "You know, I've had a lot of sex in my day and I've left a lot of guys with big smiles on their faces, but Alan's so blissed out it's actually amusing. You lot all spoil this boy

rotten." Suzanne commented, "I know. But in another way, not really. He gives so much to us, too. He's become a non-stop babe fucking machine for the whole family. No one else can drill us like he does, it's not even close. Look at the poor guy. He'd rather fuck himself to death than let any of us down or see any of US go unhappy. He's trying to juggle so many things at once. He's like an engine that's been running non-stop for days and is about to overheat and grind to a halt. What can we do but try everything to help him recover?" Serious now, Xania replied, "I hadn't thought of it quite that way." Then she laughed, "But I

still say he's the luckiest guy on Earth! I think he's jiggling more things than he's juggling. I mean, look at Susan." The busty mother happened to be grinding her pussy into the pole again, while also virtually titfucking it. "She's so hot in every way that I'm surprised smoke

isn't rising from that pole!"

Alan closed his eyes and lost all track of time. Everyone remained silent as a general rule, further accentuating his tactile senses over all the others. When they did say anything, it was done in whispers Alan couldn't hear over the

Beatles music.

After a while, nearly every muscle in his body had been thoroughly massaged. All the

massaging hands were tired, plus Susan ran out of steam and stopped dancing (leaving the pole quite wet with her pussy juices). So they flipped him over again and began working his

front side once more. Except, after a very brief frontal massage, all of them began working him over with feathers.

Suzanne showed the others how to use the feathers so lightly that Alan almost couldn't tell if he was being touched or not. It brought him pleasurable shivers and goose bumps all over his body, which felt simply amazing. They did the same with fingertips at the same time, slowly sweeping over his skin almost imperceptibly.

The one exception to this was his cock and balls. In that area, there were always fingers pressing in more aggressively, not to mention that his crotch was the focus of much of the

feather action.

After Susan had rested a little from her dancing, she knelt down between Alan's legs. She

looked back and forth between Suzanne, Katherine, and Akami (since Akami was the one still

"in control" of Alan's erection). "I'm so HOT from all that dancing. Could I please, please, please suck on it for a little while?"

No one had to ask what she meant by "it."

"I don't know," Suzanne replied. "We're doing a 'less is more' kind of thing here. These light

almost touches can be extremely arousing. But you're kind of a 'more is more' person. You

get carried away."

Susan replied, "I promise I'll just suck on it in a really mellow kind of way, even though I'm hot as an oven. I can restrain myself, you know."

Suzanne rolled her eyes. "Very well. Let's see this restraint of yours." Susan started sucking, and to almost everyone's surprise, she did restrain herself. Perhaps it helped that she was exhausted from all her dancing, but all she did was loll her tongue around his cockhead while Akami teased his shaft with the feather.

As "Tomorrow Never Knows" played for at least the tenth time in a row, Alan let out yet

another deep and contented sigh and said, "It can't get any better than this. Thanks again,

everyone."