When Suzanne sensed that Alan was done cumming, she sat up, pulled his shorts up his legs, put his softening penis back in his shorts, and started to zip him up.
Susan was distraught to see that. "Suzanne! What are you doing?!" She didn't even give Suzanne a chance to reply, because she knew what Suzanne would say. "Don't you know that his dick and balls always need to be cleaned off afterward? Here, if you're not going to do it, I will."
He reluctantly pushed Brenda away and propped her back up, one hand cupping a tit, the other on her shoulder. Even now, he still had enough energy and interest to fondle her amazing rack a bit longer.
As everyone watched, Susan stripped down to just her high heels and knelt in front of Alan. She cupped his balls, but before she started her cleaning, she said to Brenda, "You have no idea how embarrassed I am at having to do this in front of everyone. But I'm one of my son's personal cocksuckers, and it's a task, duty, and pleasure that I take very seriously. It's sothing that really needs to be done while naked. Keeping his privates clean is a big part of the job!"
They all just stood or sat around, watching Susan lick away. She did feel extrely self-conscious, so she kept her "cleaning" short. She mostly just wanted to make her point, and to see Brenda's reaction.
It was hard to tell how Brenda was really taking it, since their very busty guest just stared slack-jawed. She did finally rember to pull her panties back up, even though they were wetter than wet. However, that embarrassed her even more, since just pulling them up made all sorts of lewd squishy sounds, which caused all eyes to look at her.
Once Susan finished her 'cleaning' and stood back up, Suzanne said blithely, "Shall we go back to our cards?" The idea of restarting the card ga was quite unexpected by the rest, considering everything that had just happened, but that was Suzanne's intention.
Brenda looked around. If she excluded her soaked panties, then Katherine and Alan were the only ones wearing so clothes. That made the nakedness of the others, including herself, even more staggering. She stared at Suzanne incredulously. "Um, excuse , but your face is still all... well, wet."
Susan held her head proudly and explained, "So what? Look at all the cum on . That's how Tiger marks us. When you see Suzanne covered in cum like that, is there any doubt to whom she belongs?"
Suzanne looked a little sheepish after that explanation, but made no attempt to deny it or to clean her face.
Brenda thought, Oh sweet Jesus! She belongs to him! They both do! It's like they live to serve him and his cock. Susan called herself his "personal cocksucker," and she ans it. She's his MOTHER! Fuck ! I want my face marked exactly like theirs. No, not want; I need it!
Katherine also felt a bit left out, because she wanted her face marked too.
Susan saw her daughter's sad look and wanted to help, but in truth there wasn't much cum left on her face after what she'd eaten and rubbed into her skin. So she walked right up to a now standing Suzanne and asked, "May I?"
Suzanne wasn't sure what Susan was asking permission about, but she replied "Sure" anyway. After all, Susan was her best friend and had her complete trust.
Susan swiped one hand across Suzanne's right cheek, then her other hand across Suzanne's left cheek. Then she turned to Katherine and said, "Here you go, Angel, my darling." She swiped both cummy hands across her daughter's cheeks and chin, making her nearly as cum-covered as the other two. She even fed so of the cum directly into her daughter's mouth.
Brenda had been lying down and recovering. She'd just managed to sit up when she saw that. Overwheld again, she fell back down. Her thoughts ca out in gasps, just like her ragged breath. No! Mother! Daughter! Cum! God! Help! Too much! Do ! Soone, do too! Cum... on my face! HIS cum! Need it!
Eventually, all the others, except Brenda, started back toward the dining room where their cards still lay on the table. No one bothered to get dressed at all, except for Alan who tucked his penis away and zipped up his fly now that he was completely flaccid.
Brenda was so out of it that Susan had to co back and assist her into the other room. As she did, she whispered in Brenda's ear so that no one else could hear. "When Alan marks your face like that - and he will; you know it already in your heart - you will belong to him and only to him. You'll be one of his sex helpers, one of his sluts, just like the rest of us. He will totally dominate you and possess you and control you. You'll never think of another man again; you'll live to suck his cock, just like I do!"
Susan's words were seemingly unlikely, because a part of her wasn't keen on Brenda having a big place in Alan's life, due to her envy of Brenda's bigger boobs, plus concerns about sharing Alan's limited ti. But she also was aware that Brenda was sohow going to play a big role in their lives from that point on, if only because Brenda knew their incest secret as well as an increasing number of other secrets about their sex lives.
In this area, Susan was operating on instinct. At so gut level she felt that Brenda was a kindred spirit, a sister who needed to be sexually submissive just as she was. She was using that comnt to test whether that assessnt was really the case. If so, she could see Brenda becoming a good friend over ti, because they'd have so much in common.
But part of the problem was simply that Susan couldn't stop herself from boasting; her pride at her son's sexual prowess knew no bounds.
Susan's words served to further fry Brenda's overwheld brain. She was so out of it that she had left her top back in the living room. Even though her tits now bounced up and down like a yo-yo with every step she took, she seed completely unconcerned that she was mostly naked. Not only that, but her pussy area was so wet that her panties literally squished as she walked.
By this point she looked like she was stoned, or a zombie, and that wasn't too far from the truth. On top of everything else, the words Susan had whispered to her had hit her like nothing else in her life. It had been such an enormous revelation and epiphany, to consider herself being dominated by Alan and fully devoted to serving him sexually, that it was almost too much for her to even think about directly.
Susan was disappointed that Brenda didn't reply to her comnts. But she realized Brenda was probably too far gone to say much anyway.
Once they'd all sat back down at the dining room table, Suzanne dealt another hand of cards.
Alan was fairly amazed that they would continue playing, especially given Brenda's blissed-out condition. He'd assud that the night's real fun was over, but he was willing to roll with the punches. He loved how Brenda, Suzanne, and Susan sat there topless; he figured that probably would inspire his dick to get hard again before long.
He thought aloud, "Yep, I believe it now. Brenda really is a K-cup. Thirty-four inches below the breasts, plus ten, is 44. Even with her unreal nipples, that's a J-cup. Whoa!"
Brenda interrupted, panting, "I'm 44-29-39! A 34K is about a quart and a half of breast tissue per boob." She was too tired to thrust her tits out, so she just cupped them from underneath and held them up. Sohow, that was easier.
Suzanne teased, "Uh-oh. Seems like we haven't quite sorted it out. Is it eight inches or nine? Hey, that's just like Alan's cock. Isn't that a coincidence? Sweetie, you just might have to asure her again." She playfully added, "This ti, you can take your ti about it."
Brenda cried out, "Oh God! Sweet Jesus! Please!" Her whole body shivered.
Alan couldn't tell if she ant "please do" or "please don't, I can't take any more." He also couldn't tell, or quite believe, that she'd just had another orgasm. But he knew that he couldn't use any more excitent at that mont, while his penis was still recovering, so he just said, "Either way, it's totally unreal. And they're so soft. They're seriously like pillows or marshmallows or sothing. How on Earth do they stay up so high? Brenda, you could, like, thwack yourself in the face with those."
Brenda giggled, which caused her chest to jiggle and heave. "Yep! That's happened. I got a black eye once, running to answer the phone naked." She laughed so more. She was almost delirious.
Katherine had been fairly quiet for a while. She was aroused by it all; how could anyone watching not be? But she also was increasingly sullen from boob envy. That was the main reason why she'd kept in the background and kept all her clothes on, since she didn't want her body to be compared with those of the three ultra-busty older won.
Furthermore, she was really worried that Brenda would be angry when she finally recovered her senses, so she asked, "Brenda, you're not going to be angry with us tomorrow, are you?"
Brenda giggled so more. "I don't know what I'll rember tomorrow. I hope I rember sothing, because this is way too much fun. No, Alan has been quite a gentleman. It's cute how he's too shy to touch ."
Alan tried to think. He certainly didn't rember being a gentleman, especially given the way he'd taken liberties while supposedly trying to asure her bust. The way he rembered it, he'd blatantly fondled every part of her but her pussy for at least five minutes.
Brenda went on, "Speaking of touching, Alan, don't you need to, like, air out your shorts or sothing? You know, whip out your big cock again? I an, um, take your penis out? And if, you know, you have to be helped so more, maybe I should be the one to help this ti. Especially if I was partly the cause of the problem in the first place. ... That is, you know... I could even... with my mouth..."
Alan didn't say a word, but gave his answer by letting his penis hang out of his shorts again. It was already regaining its stiffness, primarily due to Brenda's continuing partial nakedness. But in fact he didn't really want another orgasm, even if Brenda were to help. His penis still needed to recover from the previous busy day. He also rembered Suzanne's advice to leave Brenda wanting more, so he acted as if he hadn't heard her last few words, even though his action suggested otherwise.
Suzanne wasn't sure what Alan's blank expression ant. Was he still on the sa page, or had he ntally checked out for a while as he recovered from such an overwhelming sexual onslaught? She wandered up to him and whispered quietly in his ear, "Sweetie, rember that you need to play hard to get with her. Deny her what she wants now and it'll pay off later. Really torture her and tease her and rub in the fact that she's not getting any of your sweet cum. Trust on this."
He nodded, glad that his own idea about playing hard to get matched with Suzanne's. He was in a restrained post-orgasmic mood, which was good for tornting Brenda a bit. He finally responded to the rest of her comnt. "Thanks, Brenda, but you're not offering to give a blowjob, are you? Because I know you would never do sothing like that."
She looked at him with surprise and stamred without speaking.
He continued, "I know you're not so kind of cum-crazed cock hound, are you? That doesn't seem like you. The reason you're panting right now isn't because you're desperate to have take my cock and shove it in your mouth, so you can swirl your tongue all around it, right?"
She shook her head 'No', more in a state of shock than anything else, even though in her mind she was screaming "Yes!" She'd expected many things, but not rejection, and she couldn't really deal with it. She stared down at the now fully-erect boner poking up from his crotch, and whimpered with lusty need.
He went on, "I thought not. It's a good thing too, because I already have all the big-titted cock helpers I can handle right here in this room. If you wanted to lick my cock, you'd have to wait your turn, unfortunately. The thing is, I'd prefer to have my very own mother or sister or aunt suck off whenever I need, at any hour of the day or night. And they do. You should have seen Mom yesterday; she was on her hands and knees worshipping my fuck rod all day long, starting when she woke up with her mother's-alarm-clock blowjob. And then there's Aunt Suzy. I need her just as much. No one beats her for technique. She even knows how to deep throat ."
Katherine and Susan were very surprised to hear that. They both shot jealous glances in Suzanne's direction.
Suzanne acted obtuse, as if she hadn't noticed those glances.
He went on, "And Sis, she's kind of new to so things, but she's catching up fast. She does everything with complete love, and I love her more than words could possibly say. So it's a good thing you don't want to feel my throbbing hot dick thrusting in and out of your mouth, because I don't know how I'd be able to work you into my busy schedule."
"Oh, God, no!" Brenda cried out.
He wasn't sure what she ant by 'no,' and perhaps neither did she.
"I have to, I have to, um, use the bathroom again," she panted, but she didn't rise. She was too out of it to make it all the way there on her own anyway. His rejection hit her like yet another lightning bolt, sohow exciting her more than anything else she could rember. She'd never before been rejected physically, so, ironically, the rejection doubled her desire for Alan, even though her desire was already way off the charts.
Her hands were underneath the table, and seconds later Alan saw all the muscles in her body go from a tensed state to a relaxed one. Then a curious expression appeared on her face. She looked like soone who'd just peed in her pants, which wasn't far from what had happened, except that it wasn't pee and she wasn't wearing pants.
In fact, she'd had another ejaculatory orgasm, though no one knew that at the ti. No one had noticed her first one either, because she'd been wearing panties (which blocked her spray) and only Suzanne was aware that won could even have such orgasms.
Alan peered around the table. Both Susan and Katherine had their hands underneath the table and appeared to be happily sawing away at their own pussies so more. Katherine in particular had gotten extrely comfortable. Her entire crotch was exposed to Alan from where he was sitting, so he could clearly see her fingers sink in and out her pussy.
Suzanne had more control, thanks to her own recent climaxes, so she kept her hands on top of the table. She gave Alan a puzzled look, as if saying, "Why are you trying to scare her off?" But that was just because she was worried that he'd go too far. She liked how he was pushing Brenda's buttons, but was concerned that he not overdo it.
Brenda was now slumped down in her chair, completely overco. The only reason she wasn't frigging herself further was that she was too wasted from her previous orgasm to even move. Her body continued to shudder every few seconds, as if Alan's words and all that she had seen were like bolts of electricity that kept firing into her long after he'd finished speaking.
Suzanne stood up. She'd reviewed the entire situation and concluded that Brenda had been pushed to the limit for one evening. She said, "I don't think we should play any more cards tonight. Brenda, you seem tired. Why don't you take a little nap in the living room? You're in no shape to drive ho like this."
"Okay," Brenda said in a small voice. "Thanks, y'all. I had a great ti." She closed her eyes.
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