Chapter 1158: S & M

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Chapter 1158: S & M



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Back at the Plummer house, Alan and Suzanne walked down the stairs together while Xania and Susan followed some ways behind.

Suzanne grumbled, "I'm so upset at Susan right now. By forcing us to come upstairs, she ruined the whole effect of our outfits. We were going to have a big 'Ta-da!' moment."

Alan grabbed Suzanne's hand with one hand while covering his eyes with the other. "Help me down the stairs, Mother, I can't see where I'm going."

"Okay, but why?" She helped him down the last few stairs.

With his eyes closed and his hand still over them for good measure, he said, "I can't see a thing. Why, it's so dark that I can't even remember what any sexy ladies have been wearing in this house for the last few minutes."

An understanding of his intentions hit Suzanne. She hugged him all over then kissed his lips. "Aren't you just the sweetest? You're trying to give me my 'Ta-da!' moment back. No wonder some people around here call you Sweetie."

"I know one smart, beautiful, kind, and loving mother in particular who calls me that."

Suzanne was so overwhelmed by his gesture and kind words that she didn't know what to do. "Good Lord! Sweetie, you are going to get soooo lucky tonight! I can't even put into words..." She suddenly went from nearly teary-eyed to laughing. "Of course, you get lucky every night."

He just grinned. He couldn't deny that.

Then she turned business-like. "Okay, here's the plan. You stay here since you can't move around with your eyes closed like that, and when you hear me say 'Ta-da!' you open them up."

"Okay."

Less than a minute later, Alan heard the words and opened his eyes.

There was Suzanne, strolling into the living room from the dining room, with Xania and Susan following right behind, one on each side. Actually, it would be more accurate to say they were all strutting, not strolling. While Suzanne was mostly naked, with just black leather gloves and thigh-high boots, Xania and Susan were mostly covered in shiny black. However, the amount of covering didn't matter: each one looked sexier than the next.

Alan whistled appreciatively and said, "Dang, I'm speechless. Have there ever been three more beautiful women? You're like the Amazon triplets. But what I want to know is, who's the lucky guy?"

All three had stopped in front of him and began striking poses as if they were models in front of a dozen cameras. But Susan said excitedly, "You are! You're going to fuck all three of us, over and over! Why, I'll bet in the next twenty-four hours you'll have your sperm sloshing around inside each of us, multiple times!"

Alan laughed and continued to admire their posing. I'm the luckiest fuck on Earth! Man! This is fuckin'... Damn! Super boner time!

Even as his erection throbbed insistently, he thought bit more calmly, You know, in a way it's not that shocking to see Xania or Suzanne like this. I mean, you spend five minutes with them and it's obvious that they're both man-eating seductive vixens. But my Mom dressed in black latex and flashing her pussy at me? I don't care how much of a nympho she becomes, it's still shocking because she's still fundamentally a soccer mom at heart. The way she tells me to fill all my women up with my sperm until their pussies are full and sloshing is exactly the same earnest and encouraging voice she uses to tell me to go do well on a test at school.

He didn't want to get too excited too soon, and his heart was already pounding wildly. So he said, "I've got to hit the can and then get a drink. Then we can get started, okay?"

After going to the bathroom, he found himself in the kitchen.

Suzanne was there too, sitting on a counter stool while the other two waited in the living room. She said, "Thanks for that, Sweetie. You know how to make a woman happy. It may sound cliché, but it really is the little things that count. Heck, you know how to make three women very happy all at once. You should have heard Susan go on about you while you were in the toilet. She would give her right arm to you if you just said the word, you know."

Alan replied, "I can imagine. But out of curiosity, what did she say exactly?"

Suzanne grinned. "Oh, you know, the usual stuff. How impressive it is that you've turned three women with 38Gs, and now larger, into your sex slaves, and make them shamelessly pose and perform for you. Xania took offense, but she let that slide."

"And you didn't take offense?"

She blushed. She was going to say that it was incorrect to say that he'd forced them to pose and perform, but then she realized that she was taking for granted the fact that she was one of his sex slaves. That made her blush even more.

Sensing her discomfort, he quickly changed the topic. "Hey, speaking of Mom, why did you send her up to bring me downstairs, by the way?"

"Ah. Good question. We had a kind of a situation downstairs. Amy and Kim passed through on the way out."

Alan was briefly stunned about that. "What? Oh yeah. I totally forgot they've been down in the basement with Brenda this whole time! Wasn't Brenda with them?"

more question. Why, after they left, did you AND Xania come upstairs? You said you didn't want to ruin the costume surprise, so why not just send one?"

Suzanne smiled. She acted as if she was speaking into a hidden camera. "He's not just a hunky teen with a cute butt and jackhammer dick. The boy asks some smart questions." Then she said to Alan, "That's because I was afraid that if either of us went alone, we'd get sucked into your sex games too, like Susan did."

He laughed, especially because he could see she was serious about it. Finally, all four of them were gathered in the living room. Alan wore his usual generic T-shirt

and shorts, while the other three were still decked out pornographically in black leather. Xania found the latex body suit too stiff and uncomfortable, so she'd stripped down

to stockings, long leather gloves, and nothing else.

Alan let out a low whistle as he admired the dominatrix-themed outfits on the three of them.

He said, "I'm still not sure about this whole submission experiment thing, but I do know I

love the apparel for it."

Susan chuckled, and said, "My thoughts exactly."

As Alan sat down on a sofa with his wine glass in hand, he commented, "You know though, I

still don't feel worthy. I mean, why me? Why do I get to play with three of the most beautiful women in the whole friggin' universe? Just look at you. What did I ever do to deserve all this?"

Xania looked at Suzanne, and said to her, "That's good. Maybe we should exploit that." Alan was puzzled. "What do you mean?"

Suzanne explained, "We're going to try a role-play. Xania and I were thinking that might be the best way to bring you into exploring your submissive side. We're going to punish you and we need things to punish you about." She laughed as she added, "The problem is, you're such

a good kid that I'm having a hard time thinking of some way to get righteously angry at you." She continued more seriously, "But I also want to say that it's when you feel worthy of us all

that I'm going to worry. That's when 'Bad Alan' is on the prowl. Your continuing modesty and goodness in the face of such fortune is SUCH a huge turn-on for me, personally." "Me too!" Susan said enthusiastically. "He's such a good kid! My heart just wants to burst with pride whenever I think about it."

Alan joked, "Is that why you always have such trouble keeping a top on, because your chest

keeps swelling with pride and ripping all the seams?" He further joked to himself that she must have had some pride swelling recently, because she'd already taken her top off. Xania said dryly, "We've got us a regular comedian. I still say we get this show on the road. In

fact, I'm going to start right now. Kiddo, here's the plan. Suzanne and I are going to pretend to be teachers in your school. You will call us Mrs. Pestridge and Dr. Goodleigh. Susan, since she's not the domineering type, has promised to just sit quietly and watch."

Susan spoke up. "Tiger, I worry. I'm a kind of referee to make sure they don't go too far. To be

honest, I'm against this whole thing as a matter of principle, although I put up with it since you seem to want it. After all, you're the master of the harem." "You mean master of the house," Alan corrected.

"Yes, that too." Susan giggled briefly. "But you should be dominating them, not the other

way around. You should be taming them with your cock more thoroughly. You should fuck Xania in the face and mark her with your sperm. You need to claim her just like a dog marks out its territory."

Her voice grew incredulous. "Do you realize that she's still not willing to give up having sex

with other men? I mean, Suzanne's bad enough thinking she's too good to call you 'Master,' but Xania really needs some serious pussy taming." She flashed Xania an annoyed look. Alan laughed. "Mom, thanks, but variety's the spice of life and I want to try something different tonight. This may well be a one time thing only. I like that Aunt Suzy doesn't call me 'Master' because I want Suzanne to be true to her Suzanne-ness, if you know what I mean. As for Xania, that's her choice. If she wanted to be part of the core group that would be another

matter, but she's happy with her life in L.A. So as long as she is extremely careful about using protection, I don't have a problem with who she sleeps with up there. It's none of my business."

Susan shook her head slowly. "Alan, you're far too tolerant of your big-titted nymphos. The

Big Tits Theory says she'll break if you just tame her with your cock a little more. Physically, she's So Alan-worthy that it absolutely breaks my heart she's not worshipping your cock as much as she should. When have you ever REALLY pounded her pussy into oblivion? Has she had enough of your cum to get hooked on it like a junkie gets hooked to crack? Is she-" Suzanne coughed to draw attention. "Enough of that. Susan, what did I say about mentioning that silly theory of yours? Sweetie, let's get going. I want you to imagine this is a school office. Walk out of the room, and then walk back in as if you've been sent for punishment after

school. Then we'll just wing it. Remember that a little bit of pain can heighten the pleasure. Oh, and as you've practiced with me and others, having someone delay your orgasm can heighten your pleasure in the end. So just keep those things in mind and you'll do fine."

Alan nodded. But before he left the room, he walked to the stereo. Suzanne's classical music

was still playing, but he turned that off. He said, "If nobody minds, I really enjoyed the Beatles song on endless loop earlier. I'd like to do that again."

He pulled out a Led Zeppelin CD and put the song "When the Levee Breaks" on endless loop.

He wasn't really sure why he picked that song, he mostly just thought it would be hypnotic to hear it over and over. Then he walked back towards the kitchen.