You dress like that to help inspire your own brother to cum?"

Susan looked to Suzanne. "Now that she's given us permission, I'm concerned. Maybe you should go upstairs and check on him."

Suzanne considered that, then thought, Why the heck not? Brenda seems to have passed some critical point of no return anyway.

But she asked Susan, "Are you sure you want me to go? Remember what you said earlier, about how you were going to exclusively take care of him for a while?"

Susan blushed slightly. "That's true. But let's not shock poor Brenda too much all at once. I am his mother, after all, and no matter what she says, I'm sure she thinks that's extra weird."

Brenda did find that "extra weird," but in an intriguing and very arousing kind of way. She found the idea of Susan assisting Alan's erection twice as arousing as Suzanne doing it. It was almost too exciting for her to contemplate. But she felt she couldn't admit that to anyone, or they'd think she was the really weird one.

Suzanne shrugged. "Well... if you say so, okay. I'll go check." However, they were in the middle of a round of poker, so she didn't leave just yet. She waited until the hand came to an end. All the while, she could tell the tension was rising, especially from Brenda.

She took advantage of the delay to test Brenda a little bit. "Brenda, just so you're completely clear, you want me to tell you what's going to happen upstairs?"

"Um, if you wish." She tried to stay casual, but she was secretly thrilled by that question. Brace yourself, girl! Remember, Alan is not for you. You're just curious about how things work. Stay calm!

Suzanne said, "I'm going to go up there, and knowing him, his cock is going to be stiff already. Remember we told you already that we tend to call it a 'cock' around here, not a 'penis.'"

"I remember. And that's perfectly okay with me." Brenda was having to fight showing visible excitement. It IS a cock! And what a cock! God damn!

"Anyway, if it's stiff or not doesn't really matter. Either way, I'll probably start with a little striptease to get him in the mood. At the same time, I'll probably do some sexy talking too. For instance, once I'm topless, I might press my breasts together and lick my lips, like this" - she did just that, though her skimpy dress stayed on - "and tell him how I can't wait for him to slide his cock in my cleavage. Then I'd-" She cut herself off and brought her hands back to her sides. "Sorry, I'm probably getting too graphic. Am I getting too graphic? I'll stop."

Brenda exclaimed, "NO! Please don't stop!" She belatedly realized she might appear more than a little too eager, so she attempted to continue in a calmer vein. "Er, what I mean is, like I told you, I can handle this kind of thing. I don't want you to censor yourself for my sake."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." But Brenda warned herself, Calm. Stay calm! Alan is a nobody. Just an extremely well-hung, sexy nobody.

Suzanne resumed, "Very well. I'd continue to do that sort of thing." She stood up. "For instance, I might turn around and show off my ass. He's definitely a tit man, but he appreciates a fine ass too." She waved a hand over her ass, and struck a sexy pose. "Something like this, perhaps."

Brenda practically clapped her hands with glee. That's so true! He does appreciate a fine ass! He loves mine; he told me himself! I can't wait for him to spread my... Oh shit! Calm! Stay calm!

Suzanne went on, "And while I'm posing, I'd say more to inspire. For instance, I might tell him that this ass belongs to him, just as the rest of my body belongs to him."

Brenda's chest started to heave up and down. This was exactly the kind of thing she'd been fishing for. OH, YESSSS! Her body belongs to him! God! FUCK! That's too hot!

Suzanne had correctly guessed what Brenda wanted and she was delivering it while trying not to be too blatant. "By then, I imagine he'd be pretty worked up. Certainly, his cock would be sticking straight up, demanding my attention. Then... Oh. I'd better stop. I really am getting too graphic this time."

Brenda was practically bouncing in her chair with eagerness. "NO! I mean, please don't! In fact, I insist you continue! I want to prove that you can talk freely around me. Consider me just another one of the girls." Another one of his SLUTS, more like! Shit. No! Calm. Calm! He's a nobody! Nobody!

Suzanne pretended to be doubtful. "Well, if you insist. So, by that point, I'd be completely naked. Except for my high heels, of course. We usually wear those because he likes them."

Brenda was panting heavily. Yes! Of course! High heels are a must!

"Then I'd drop to my knees and crawl to his cock."

Brenda was so shocked and delighted that she nearly stood up. "You'd do that?! You?!" She could envision that with crystal clear clarity, except she was the one naked and crawling.

"Well, I'm saying I might. That's the sort of thing we do. It's not just about inspiring him; I'm getting psyched up too." In fact, Suzanne had no intention to ever crawl to him herself, as she considered it too demeaning. But she correctly figured this was the sort of thing that would thrill a submissive like Brenda.

Brenda practically screamed to herself, GET A GRIP! GET A GRIP! Fuuuuuck! Alan is a nobody! A nothing! Just a kid. But if he's a nobody, how does he get even the likes of Suzanne to crawl to him on her knees?! Clearly, he's a super stud! A natural lord and master! Hot damn! Dammit, I want him so much!

Suzanne smirked a little as she went on, "Then, I might crawl up on the bed. But let's assume that he's sitting on the edge of the bed, because we usually end up naked and kneeling between his legs. It's a great position for, well, let's just say 'oral action.'"

Brenda's pussy was very wet again. Her panties were soaked from before, so rivulets of cum were dripping down her inner thighs. That should be ME! UGH! To be naked and kneeling in just my high heels for such a superior kind of man! Total submission! Sexy servitude! Alan, please! Let me suck your cock!

Suzanne continued, "Now, holding and stroking his hot cock in my hands, I could say something, such as thanking him for letting me be the one of his many sluts to suck him this time."

Brenda's wide eyes grew even wider. She's thanking HIM! But of course she is!

"But by this point I imagine that I'd be so worked up myself that I'd just engulf his entire cockhead and then some with my mouth, create a tight seal with my lips, and start to SUCK!"

Brenda gasped. "OH GOD!" She could picture it vividly, except that in her mind she had taken Suzanne's place. Alan! So much cock! UNGH! It's filling my mouth to the brim! I can't breathe! Too much cock! Hot in my hands! I have to stroke and suck before I pass out!

Suzanne was getting into hamming up her story with dramatic flourishes and hand gestures. She pronounced, "Then... let the sucking begin! Here's where it gets really fun, but really hard too. Just getting your lips around his huge cock is a struggle. And keeping it that way while breathing through your nose gets no easier!"

Brenda thought with lust and alarm, I knew it! I'm choking and gagging! His cock is defeating me!

"But your troubles have just begun, because the competition is steep, and his standards are high. You've gotta use every trick, every move you know, while keeping your lips AND tongue busy, and stroking the rest of his shaft for good measure!"

Not surprisingly, Susan was getting extremely worked up hearing this, maybe as much as Brenda. She chimed in, "And that's not all! You don't do that for just one minute, or two, or even five. You'll suck and suck and suck until your jaw hurts, and your tongue can't go on, and your lips are tired from sliding, and even your fingers can't stroke anymore! But his cock is stiff as an iron bar! It's hopeless!"

Brenda was mystified by this talk about how difficult it was, but at the same time she loved hearing it. She had to resist the temptation to play with her pussy under the table. "Hopeless?"

Susan was taking over the narrative, even as she unthinkingly clutched at her breasts through her dress. "Yes, hopeless! His cock has totally defeated you with its power and stamina! But you dig, deep inside, for that last reserve of energy and willpower. You think about his many other lovers, and you decide you've just gotta do better than them. You're determined to show that you've got what it takes to be his absolute favorite cocksucker ever! So you suck! And suck and suck and suck, and then you suck some more! With so much suction, and tongue work, like you're trying to lick and suck his cock right off!"

Susan visually demonstrated her words with lewd hand motions and a wide open mouth. She even pretended to wipe sweat off her forehead, to indicate the physical struggle.

Brenda was transfixed. This sounded like the most thrilling thing she'd ever heard. She held her breath, knowing that Susan was getting to something good.

"And then, if you're lucky, he rewards you! With a great big sperm shower!"

Susan's face was rapturous. "All over your face! Down your throat! Spilling down your chin! On your tits! Everywhere!"

Brenda was triumphant. YESSSSS! That's it, Alan! Cum all over me! Drown me in your cum! Claim me and own me!

However, that thought about being owned gave her pause. Fuck! I'm letting him get to me too much. I've really gotta get a grip or I'm going to humiliate myself screaming like an idiot! Calm the fuck down! This isn't a fantasy. These are real people doing real things. Which makes it even MORE exciting than even my best fantasies! But I can't think that. I can't!

Susan paused her account, because she was trying to control herself too. She realized that her breathing was racing out of control. So she clutched tightly at her very ample chest and tried to divert attention away from herself by asking Suzanne, "Isn't that right?"

Suzanne grinned widely. "Sounds about right to me."

Katherine was getting very worked up also, but she sensed she could excite Brenda even more by pretending to be calm, acting as if this discussion was nothing out of the ordinary.

Brenda was panting heavily, but she didn't want the others to know just how horny she was. So she tried her best to be skeptical. "That sounds good for him, but what about you?"

Susan resumed her eager talking. "Didn't I mention that part? That's usually when a big orgasm hits YOU, too! Oh my goodness! So much pleasure! And not just one. Sometimes, when I start cumming, it's like I can't stop! Mmmm! So good! Then, just when you think it's all over and he practically passes out from the sheer joy of it all, it's time to lick his cock and balls clean! MMMM!"

Suzanne was amused at Susan's enthusiasm yet again. She was grinning with wry understatement as she said to Brenda, "So, there you have it. One typical Plummer house blowjob."

Katherine finally couldn't resist breaking her silence to make a joke. "Gee, Mom, I kind of gather that you like it."

Susan didn't get her wry understatement. "I do! I do!"

A lull of silence ensued. There still was plenty of heavy breathing all around, especially from Brenda. Susan finally remembered decorum and let go of her boobs.

Suzanne then jokingly pointed out, "So... we were in the middle of the poker game. Who's turn is it?"

The others just laughed, because the poker hand was clearly forgotten.

Finally, Brenda asked, "Thanks for sharing that. Is that how it is every time?"

"Pretty much," Suzanne said. Actually, she'd exaggerated a lot, to present an idealized picture. But she sensed this is what a submissive like Brenda wanted to hear.

Brenda was stunned. "That's incredible! But it's so much work! It sounds really hard."

Susan spoke proudly. "It is! But that's one thing that makes it so good and satisfying. It's hard to explain. It's like, when he blasts cum all over your face, you know you've really earned it."

Suzanne had sat back down once Susan got on a roll. But now she stood back up again. "Speaking of all that, now you've got me really keen to go upstairs. If you'll excuse me, ladies, I've got a fat cock to choke and gag on." She winked. Then she turned and walked out of the dining room.

Brenda whispered in awe. "Wow!" Lucky slut! Choking and gagging too. That sounds like some serious, hard-core cocksucking! I want that! I totally want that! I want HIM!

To think that I was claiming that Alan was just a "nobody." Fuck that! That's bullshit! Yes, he's young and inexperienced, but it's clear that he's an incredible man! To think that Suzanne, a living goddess, just went upstairs to "choke and gag" on his fat cock! And Susan would love to join in, I'm sure. It's almost too exciting to contemplate!

How can I not want him, after all I've seen and heard? I'm incredible too, in my own way, but that just means that I'm worthy of being one of his sluts! He even nearly said as much!

With Suzanne gone, Brenda switched to saying some of her more acceptable thoughts out loud. "I think I'm starting to get it. I think I've been looking at sex the wrong way. Due to my appearance, I figured any man should consider himself lucky just to be with me. I didn't put much effort into it. In bed, I mean. But... the more you put into it, the more you get out of it. Am I right?"

Susan nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly!"

"But what about Alan? It seems like he's not putting as much into it."

Katherine joked, but in a way that she knew would push Brenda's submissive buttons, "It's good to be the king!" She giggled.

Susan could tell what Katherine was doing, and she played along. "It's true. It IS good to be the king. The rules are different for him. After all, he's the man of the house, and we're his busty sluts. Our duty is to pleasure him." She frowned as she considered her words. "Although 'duty' isn't the right word. More like it's our privilege to help him." She smiled. "Yes, that's better. It's a privilege and a joy. You heard Suzanne say that she thanks him for the chance to bob on his thickness, not the other way around."

Brenda could scarcely breathe, she was so amazed.

Susan went on, "But it's not all fun and games for him. He has to fight hard not to cum, and that's not easy. You should see the intense struggle on his face sometimes. Actually, a lot of the time, because our job is to keep him right on the edge of orgasm as long as we can. Brenda, you have no idea what a pleasure it is, to bob and stroke and lick, keeping him on the brink!" She stared off into space, smiling in fond memory.

Brenda thought, My God! Amaaaazing! The more I hear, the more I want to be a part of this!

But I need to cool my jets for now. For one thing, he may not even want me. The competition is pretty tough. And for another, success could be scarier than failure. My submissive fantasies have been safely locked away deep inside of me until now, and for good reason. What do I really want here? Do I really want to be just one more of his many sluts? That's crazy! I'm a perfect ten. I have more money than I know what to do with. I can do much, much better!

I need to seriously think this over before I say or do anything rash.

There was a sort of post-orgasmic feeling in the air, even though nobody had climaxed. So Susan, Katherine, and Brenda took a short break from even talking. It went without saying that they were all thinking about what Suzanne was doing upstairs.

The older women were drinking a fair amount of wine (Katherine was not allowed), which helped ease inhibitions.

After a few minutes, Susan poured herself another glass of wine. Thinking out loud, she said, "Suzanne's so lucky to be upstairs right now. I just loooove giving that boy a nice blowjob. The taste of his cum. ... Oh! It's just too much!"

Brenda nodded longingly.

Susan sighed blissfully. "Have I mentioned how sweet his cum is?"

"Yes, you have."

Susan went on dreamily, "Even as we speak, I'll bet she's kneeling naked between his legs, going to town all over his thick cock with her hands, lips, and tongue! It's such a special feeling to be in that position. To SERVE! His hot, pulsing cock-meat is squirting out pre-cum from time to time, and even that is delicious!"

Katherine cut in. "Mom, remember I'm listening too. You say stuff like that, and then you say I can't join in. It's soooo frustrating! Grrrr!"

"Sorry, Angel."

Brenda went back to daydreaming about what it would be like to be in Suzanne's high heels right now. She must be bobbing on his thickness even as we speak! I'll bet there are tears leaking from her eyes from the sheer effort of it all. But Alan just sits there like a king, because he is the king! "Lord and master" too! Dammit, why did he ever have to say those words to me?!

She decided that if she kept thinking along those lines, she'd practically die of anticipation. She decided to change the subject at least somewhat. "Katherine, if I may ask, what's your role in all this?"

"I try to inspire Alan by dressing sexily. For instance, look at this dress." Katherine stood up and moved away from the table to model her outfit. She even waved her hands over herself, like a model at an auto show. It was a white dress that barely clung to her midsection, much like a wrap-around towel. It looked like her nipples were only covered by two flaps of cloth that could blow open at any moment, but in fact they were taped down.

She asked Brenda, "What do you think?"

Brenda replied, "I must admit, you look good. And you dress like that to help inspire your own brother to cum?"

"Yep! You got it. It's very important that he shoot out large quantities of cum all throughout the day. This is a team effort and we all have our roles."

Brenda asked, "May I ask: do you get completely naked for him?"

Katherine carefully replied, "My role is kind of evolving. But if that's what it takes, then sure! Why not? If he were to say to me, 'Sis, stand up, take off all your clothes, and then bend over and touch your toes,' I'd do it. In a heartbeat."

Susan chided, "Angel!"

"What? Mom, you said I could help with the visual stimulation, didn't you?"

Susan grumbled, "I know, but that sounds lewd and improper."

"Hey, we've all gotta do our part. In fact, I'd like to do more. I wish I could be the one with my lips stretched wide around his pole right now, and with my tongue dancing all over his sweet spot. But Mom won't let me."

Brenda thought, A-ha! Katherine may not be one of his sluts yet, but she will be soon! Of course she will. A man like Alan takes what he wants, and he's sure to want her. She's a total fox. Then he'll basically own his mother AND his sister! Jesus H. Christ!

Despite thinking all that, she merely asked, "'Sweet spot?'"

Katherine explained, "That's what we call the frenulum. You know, the special spot on the inside, just under the crown."

Again, Susan's passion for the subject caused her to add her two cents. "That's really what it's all about, stimulating the sweet spot. That's my absolute favorite, because I know he loves it so much! The challenge is to lick and suck and stroke it pretty much non-stop, but in a variety of ways, so he's constantly delighted and surprised."

Katherine goaded Brenda a little more. "I'm sure that's what Suzanne is doing right now. She's working on his sweet spot! Probably with her lips and tongue working together as one!"

Susan moaned blissfully. "Mmmm... She is..."

Brenda found herself daydreaming about being Suzanne upstairs again. Fuck! And to think that I thought blowjobs were a chore. I'd give practically anything to have Alan's cock down my throat!

Any sort of polite restraint on Brenda's part had been overwhelmed by her curiosity. She continued to ask questions about helping him while they waited for Suzanne to return. "So, how often does he need to be helped?"

"Only all the time!" Susan answered proudly. "Honestly, that's pretty much non-stop too. For instance, just before dinner, I was up in his bedroom, naked and kneeling between his legs, as usual." She giggled. "Slobbering and slurping and sucking, as usual."

Brenda's eyes nearly bugged out of her head. No way! I have to get out of this house before I have a heart attack! Everything is too exciting! Susan is so lucky. She's living in the middle of a sexual paradise. What about me? I haven't even gotten fucked by my loser husband for three years!

Susan went on, "l was at it for at least half an hour. Like I said, you just suck and suck and suck until you're too tired to go on. There's a whole art to it. I feel like I'm a complete novice. I have so much to learn!"

Brenda asked, "A half an hour? For real?!"

"Sure. That's typical for him. Who knows how much longer he would have lasted, but I had to stop unexpectedly because Ron came home."

Brenda's thumping heart beat faster still. "Oh my goodness! Ron! I forgot all about him! What about him? He's your husband!"

Susan turned sad. "That's unfortunate. He doesn't know about any of this, obviously. Keep in mind that this has all happened in the last two months, and things are still evolving. Whereas Ron is gone overseas eleven months out of the year. Something's going to have to give, because I don't want to sneak around his back. I suppose I'm headed for divorce. We need to wind that down and spare him the pain of ever finding out."

Brenda thought, Susan and Suzanne are married, but no matter! Like Alan would let that stop him. He takes what he wants! Gaawwwd! This is too hot to be believed!

She asked, "Sorry for prying, but I can't help myself: have you ever treated Ron like you treat Alan?"

Susan chuckled as she contemplated that idea for the first time. "Oh my! Dear goodness, no! Alan is a special kind of man, a superior kind of man. His cock demands top notch service! Whereas Ron, he's a very nice man, but just a man, if you know what I mean. It would be a case of throwing pearls before swine. It's sad, and I feel bad for him, but that's the reality."

That answer thrilled Brenda, sending electric currents down to the tips of her toes. "Alan is a special kind of man, a superior kind of man. His cock demands top notch service!" God dammit! That's so true! I've just met him, but I know it's completely true. When he stared at me, he stared into my soul! He knew all my innermost secrets. There's no resisting him!

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