So you WERE in Playboy! Wow!

He'd long since tossed his newspaper aside and out of reach, so that wasn't an available distraction. His dick was so hard that he wanted to cum right away, just from the view alone, never mind the way that Suzanne was jerking him off at the same time. That forced him to close his eyes to reduce the urge to ejaculate.

That seemed to calm all the women, since they knew he couldn't see them. Slowly but surely he was able to bring his breathing under control. As he continued to recover, he tried some small talk to serve as a distraction to what Suzanne's fingers were doing. He asked, "By the way, Aunt Suzy, you know, Mom mentioned the other day that the two of you could have been real centerfolds. Is that true?"

"What do you mean?" Suzanne asked.

He explained, with his eyes still closed, "Mom said that you both used to get lots of offers to be in magazines and movies and stuff like that. No one ever told me about that before. I'd love to hear your side."

Suzanne replied as she kept stroking his boner, "Oh, well that's true. I guess I have been a bit modest about that, but then again it's not really a big deal. Sure, I had lots of guys wanting to take my picture and such. If I had a nickel for every time someone told me they could make me a star, well... I'd have a mountain of nickels!" She chuckled. "And then, later on, Susan got a lot of offers too."

Amy asked, "Why only later?"

Suzanne explained, "It's all a matter of where you are, how you dress, and who sees you. When Susan was growing up in rural Nebraska, needless to say, there weren't droves of professional photographers scouring the corn fields looking for the next Christie Brinkley. But after she moved here and we became best friends, I sort of taught her how to be an Orange County socialite and upgraded her wardrobe and so forth. After that, there was hardly a party she went to where some smooth talker didn't tell her 'you ought to be in the movies,' or some line like that."

Katherine looked at her mother and asked, "Is that true?"

Alan opened his eyes to see her response.

Susan blushed and dropped her head demurely. "Well, I don't know if it was THAT common. It was annoying, actually. Suzanne taught me how to brush off guys like that. But boy, were they aggressive! And they didn't seem to care in the slightest that Suzanne or I were married, even back when our husbands were with us."

Alan asked, "Is that all it was? Some cheesy come-on line? Were there any serious offers?"

Suzanne replied, "Oh, I'm sure there were. Remember, a lot of these parties were the kind where everyone came in a Porsche or Maserati or something super snazzy like that. We met a lot of famous people over the years, including Hollywood people. You'd be surprised how many live not far from here."

"Like who?" Amy asked eagerly.

"I've told you some stories over the years," she replied. "Anyway, I don't want to get off the point, which is that a lot of the offers were sincere, in the sense that those people really had some connections. But most of them probably had some 'casting couch' hanky-panky in mind too. And besides, it was all a dead end."

"Why?" Amy asked. "'Cos you both were married?"

"Well, there was that. But also, both of us were simply far too busty. There's sort of an ideal size for advertising and acting and such, and if you're too endowed it's considered distracting. Both of us were, well, porn magazine size, to be frank. In fact, I had a friend with the exact same dimensions as me who tried to go Hollywood and ran into all kinds of trouble, since she wanted to be a real actress and not in porn. She would have done much better if she'd had breast reduction surgery."

Suzanne thought fondly of her busty college roommate, Xania. It was the first time she'd thought about her in ages, and she wondered whether Xania was still working on the margins of the Hollywood movie industry. They'd remained in some contact over the years, but it had been a couple years since they'd even talked on the phone.

She continued, "Heck, we were both too stacked even for Playboy. I'm not sure they've ever had any Playmates who were natural G-cups like us. So that's one reason why I taught Susan to turn down every offer flat, no matter what."

Alan perked up, even sitting up a bit. "But you could have been! Mom, all this talk of you being my 'centerfold mommy' isn't just talk. And you too, Aunt Suzy! Maybe not for Playboy, but lots of other magazines would have loved to have you!"

Susan was still blushing, but she also smiled shyly. "Well, I suppose that's true. Obviously I never listened to those offers because I was married, but it's a nice fantasy to have now, to think that I could have been a real centerfold for you."

She suddenly stood up and began sensuously running her hands up and down her hips. Her upper torso was already bare, and she subtly pushed her dress farther down, until a bit of her bush came into view. "Would you have liked that, Son? Would you have liked to have found an old Playboy with your mommy all naked inside?" Her hands slithered down to her knees, which caused her to bend over. That, in turn, made her big melons dangle down enticingly while her dress slid all the way off her ass.

Katherine was sitting next to Amy, so she said to her, "See what Mom is doing? This is what all of us ladies here are going to be doing a lot of. Providing visual stimulation. It's particularly good if we work like a team. See, my mom provides the sexy visual and your mom uses her hand to make sure his thingy stays nice and hard."

"Cool beans!" Amy replied. "That looks like fun. Should we help out with the visual part too?"

"Nah. I think Mom's got this."

Susan had paused to listen, so she gave her opinion. "That's right. I've got this. Amy, watch and learn. You can't just stand there and think your beautiful nude body will do the job. You have to put your heart into it."

Then Susan turned her attention back to Alan and got back into her role. Even her voice changed, as she squealed with apparent dismay. "Oh my goodness! Look at me! This is just the kind of pose I'd take if I were in one of your nasty magazines!" She struck another sexy pose, letting her dress slide the rest of the way off, showing off all of her pussy. "Would you keep your Playboy with Mommy on the cover under your bed, and secretly jerk off to it every night?"

He groaned lustily. "Oh, you know it!" He was very glad that Suzanne was still jacking him off. In fact, she was stroking him more vigorously, now that she could sense his growing arousal.

Susan struck another pose, with her hands over her head. "Son, would the page of your magazine get all sticky, because of your cummy fingers trying to turn the pages?"

"Yes!" he moaned.

She continued, "Would you dream of sliding your big fat cock right between Mommy's big tits?"

"YES!"

She began rubbing her big tits together, mashing the tit-flesh and distorting their shape. "But all those thousands of other boys across the country, they could only dream of doing that! But you! You can really do it! You can stick you superior cock right here" - she ran her hands up her cleavage - "and I'll lick your knob too! Wouldn't you like that?"

"Oh! So much!" He was squeezing his PC muscle frantically.

Katherine rolled her eyes, knowing no one was looking her way. Give me a break! First, I get to find out all kinds of famous Hollywood types were trying to get Mom and Aunt Suzy in magazines. Nobody's ever done that to me! Or Aims, 'cos she would have told me. But as if that isn't enough, now Brother's getting off on this whole 'Mom as centerfold' fantasy, and I sit here with MY tits hanging out of my top like I'm chopped liver! Arrgh!

Suzanne was also getting annoyed. After all, she was doing all the rubbing and stroking, but Alan only had eyes for Susan. And she had walked right into that by the way she'd brought Susan into the discussion.

Trying to bring his attention back to her, she suddenly exclaimed, "Sweetie! Guess what? I really did pose for some erotic photos once!" She hadn't told anyone about that in many years. Not even Susan knew of it.

That got his attention back. He looked her way and asked, "What? Really?"

She slowed down her stroking so he wouldn't cum just yet. "Really. It was when I was in college, before I met Eric. I was pretty willful back then. There was a guy from Playboy, doing one of those 'Girls from the Pac Ten' pictorials." She thought back to her favorite picture taken from that photo session. She looked remarkably similar, except that she hadn't started growing her long tassel of hair yet.

Alan exclaimed, "So you WERE in Playboy! Wow!"

"No, not exactly."

Amy chimed in, "Cool! My mom was a Playboy Bunny! But I thought you said your breasts were too big?"

Suzanne was flustered. "Well, remember they were a little less full then, before I had you or Brad. But no, I never got in the magazine. There's kind of a tangled story there, but basically, they took the pictures, but then I got cold feet and wouldn't give permission. I started to think about who might see, like my parents..." Now she was the one blushing. "In any case, I still have the proofs around somewhere."

"No way!" Alan and Amy exclaimed at the same time.

Even Katherine and Susan were excited by that. Susan paused her sexy nude posing and asked, "Really? How come you never told me?"

"Susan, up until about a week ago, how approving would you have been?"

"Hmmm. Good point. But anyway, now you have to show us!"

"Yeah!" the others all agreed.

Suzanne dropped her head, weighed down by frustration. She'd only brought that up to get Alan's attention, and now that brought up the practical problem of actually finding the pictures. She was in the middle of a nice handjob, and didn't want to give up her hold on Alan's erection. She knew that someone else would take over before she could even leave the room. She said, "Later, okay? They're in my attic somewhere, but it could take an hour or two to find them, or more."

That deflated the group's excitement. Even Alan's boner seemed to soften a little bit.

"Oh." Susan said as she just stood there in her high heels, panting slightly.

Suzanne looked to Alan. "Sorry, Sweetie. I'll find them for you later, okay? Meanwhile, here's something to tide you over until then." She bent down and swallowed his cockhead.

Susan wasn't so happy about that. She looked around, and said, "Amy! Look away!"

Amy looked to the ceiling with annoyance. "Aunt Susan, I'm not a kid, you know. I've already seen Katherine do that." With Suzanne there, she didn't mention that she'd briefly done it to Alan herself.

"Oh." Susan thought about that, then added, "But still, Suzanne IS your mother. You should look away."

Annoyed, Katherine stuck up for her friend. "Why? You let me watch when YOU do it to him! Your rules are weird and aggravating, and extremely UNFAIR!"

Susan was going to reply to that, but didn't get a chance, because Alan let out a loud lusty gasp. All eyes snapped to look at him.

He grabbed Suzanne's head and roughly pulled her lips farther down his erection. "God dammit! You fuckin' SUCK COCK like a succubus!"

She was in danger of gagging with him holding her head down, so she frantically bobbed and licked, hoping to get him to blow before she had serious trouble breathing. Luckily, she needn't have worried, because he was already well past the point of no return.

No one said a word, but the other women all watched with undisguised desire. It was clear as they began to pant more and more that each of them was imagining themselves in Suzanne's place.

Alan grunted and moaned like he'd been shot in the legs. He was usually relatively quiet during his orgasms, but this time he let out a loud wail as he fired and fired and fired into the back of Suzanne's throat.

The three watching women all frigged themselves to their own climaxes, as subtly as they could manage, each taking advantage of the distraction provided by Suzanne's frantically bobbing head.

Suddenly it was all over. Susan muttered something about needing to bake cookies for her "growing boy," and scurried off to the kitchen. She left her dress behind on the floor, but once she got to the kitchen, she put on an apron.

Even Katherine and Amy seemed abashed after everyone's climax, and quickly found an excuse to go upstairs.

Suzanne sat up and sighed. "Well, I guess I'd better go find those pictures, before an angry lynch mob forms." She kissed Alan's forehead, pulled her sexy dress up into place, and went to join Susan in the kitchen.

She wasn't in a hurry to leave Alan, but felt the need to talk to Susan to prevent her from slipping back into prudish-mode.

Alan didn't know anything about that, so he felt a little peeved at being suddenly abandoned by everyone as soon as his dick had wilted after he'd ejaculated. He realized that he was also feeling tired, so he went to his room to take a nap.