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Suzanne sensed he was going to go to sleep or get flaccid at any moment, maybe simultaneously. So she pulled him out and flipped them both over, changing places. Now straddling him, she slowly impaled herself, lowering herself onto his still-rigid pole.
That seemed to work better, because she did all the work, bouncing up and down. He was still fighting his drowsiness, but it was a lot easier just to lay there than be the active one. The pleasure was so intense that that alone was keeping him buzzing enough to stay awake.
To help inspire him, and because she was feeling very inspired herself, she kept up a patter of sexy comments, such as, "You total stud! Fill me up. Fill me up deep with your man meat! Fuck me back into the Stone Age. Fuck this sexy mama senseless. Fuck me silly! You can do it! Hard! Yeah! Just like that! Good!"
Her French accent was forgotten, and the natural scratchiness of her voice was back, but he was in no condition to notice. Also, at one point her signature tassel of teased hair came loose to her front side while she was bouncing on him. But luckily his eyes were closed and she remembered to return it to hanging down her back side.
As the time passed, his close call with falling asleep seemed to pass. His worry that he would get sick was long forgotten as well. It helped that the fucking exercise was burning the alcohol out of him. He opened his eyes and began enjoying what was happening more than before. The sight of her bouncing tits seemed to revive him even more.
She threw her arms up in the air and rode him like a bucking bronco.
"Fuck me!" she yelled. "Fuck me, Son!" That was a very telling comment. Although she loved that Alan considered her his aunt, for years and years she had secretly considered herself to be his second mother. (The same went for her feelings for Katherine.) She was so carried away by her fucking ecstasy that she had let that slip.
She realized she had to say something quick before he got too suspicious. The danger of being discovered caused her to remember to resume her French accent. She added, "Pretend I'm your mother!"
That's a bizarre thing to say, he thought, but it hit him like a jolt of electricity nonetheless. Energized, he sat up somewhat, groping at her tits.
"Oh, you like that, don't you? Yes, pretend I'm your mother. I get off on incest fantasies, don't you?"
He grunted affirmatively.
She did her best to run with her new cover story. "Good! That's why I like fucking young men your age. It's really hot! Fuck me, Son! Be a motherfucker!"
"Yes! A motherfucker!"
She stayed silent for a couple of minutes. She figured she'd let him get used to the incestuous role-play idea. Plus, the fucking was picking up in speed and intensity, and since she was doing all the work with her bouncing and/or gyrating hips, she was too winded to want to talk.
But then her energy ebbed and the pace slowed for a while. She stopped her bouncing and switched to a sort of slow churning.
He grunted, "Hot damn! You're really good at that!"
"Thanks!" She considered using her pussy squeezing techniques on him. But she worried that if she did, the next time they fucked he would make the connection and realize the deception. Few women could squeeze their pussies as well or as powerfully as she could.
Instead, she just slowed down some more, and said, "I'm inspired by this incest fantasy. By the way, your two lovers, Susan and Suzanne, you said they're older women about my age, right?"
"Right." Actually, he hadn't. But he was still drunk enough to not remember well, and he assumed that he must have if she was asking him that.
"Do you pretend that Suzanne is your mother?"
His entire face lit up, although she was relieved that he kept his eyes closed. "Oh yes! She's totally like my mom! I love it!"
Suzanne filed that away for future reference. "What about this Susan? Do you pretend she is your mother too?"
"Oh God! Fuck! Yes!" His arousal was increasing more and more with each new incestuous thing Suzanne said, and it showed in his fucking.
"Then fuck your mother! Fuck us all!"
"Yeah! Mom, Mom, finally, I'm fucking you! Yes! You've teased me too much! So mean! Too mean! I can't take it anymore! I'm gonna finally cum inside you!"
"Yes! Cum inside me! Fill me, Sweee-- Sweet Jesus!" She'd started to say his nickname "Sweetie," but luckily stopped herself in time.
It wasn't likely that he'd notice the slip-up in any case, given his intoxication and what they were doing. Everything was too arousing, and this talk about fucking Susan and Suzanne was too much for him to take, on top of everything else. He'd been holding back and trying to control himself a bit, but he just didn't have the mental focus to maintain control through such a highly erotic situation.
"I'm a motherfucker!" he yelled really loudly as his climax triggered, shooting torrents of cum into Suzanne's vagina.
His semen blasted into her like a nuclear explosion going off. Even though he wasn't on his best game, he still dependably shot huge loads. The cum hit the back of her vagina and more just kept coming.
Suzanne was glad he wasn't wearing a condom, so she could feel his jism on her cervix, filling her up. She didn't have to worry about pregnancy, since she'd had her tubes tied after Amy was born. She fell on top of him, exhausted and sweaty but content.
"Boy, Elle, that was great," he said in a surprisingly casual tone.
"Merci beaucoup. Thank you very much, Tiger," she said, and kissed him on the cheek, while she ran her fingers through the tiger fur of the last remaining part of his costume. Now that the fucking was over, she again remembered to disguise her voice with her French accent.
Being called "Tiger" now turned him on intensely. He had to remember that he hadn't actually just fucked Susan.
Suzanne had used Susan's nickname for him deliberately, knowing it would have an effect. She would have much preferred to call him "Sweetie," but figured that was too dangerous, since it would have been one more clue he could have lined up.
He tried to figure out about why she'd called him that, and then decided that she had to be referring to his tiger costume. She wouldn't have pushed her luck unless there had been such an obvious explanation.
He sat with eyes wide open. "I feel so revived. My stomach even feels better. But why the weird incest fantasy? And what if someone heard us? I think you're great just the way you are. ...Dang! What a hot, horny, randy woman. And I just met you. Wow."
She answered his first question. "I don't know. I just like it. Everything is hotter with an incest fantasy, don't you think? It appeared to work for you too, didn't it?" Then she thought about the second question and suddenly felt intensely worried about having been overheard.
She looked up at the windows with a start, and felt a great wave of relief as she realized they were closed. I can only imagine what would have happened if the windows were open and a couple hundred people heard him yell "I'm a motherfucker!" The irony! What would Susan have thought if she'd recognized his voice?
He thought, Yeah, but it's a weird thing to do to someone you just met. Man, she must have a serious crush on her own son, or something like that. That would explain it. She is the right age to have a son like me. Hey! Maybe that's why she was so hot for me, so fast! I must remind her of her son! That explains things. Dang. I'm such a lucky guy.
But the effects of the alcohol still lay heavily on him, and in his post-orgasmic bliss he suddenly felt his eyes drooping. He asked, "What were you saying before about comparing? I don't know about that, but you were great."
His voice started to slow, like a cassette player whose battery was running low. "Can I see your whole face now? I'm curious. You really remind me of my, uh..." He had just enough of his wits about him to catch himself from saying "aunt." His voice slurred and slowed even more. "Speaking of forbidden fucking, you were almost as good as... As good as..."
His eyes closed, and he instantly fell fast asleep. He began snoring, seemingly completely dead to the world.
Suzanne wondered what name he was about to say. Hrm. Probably Katherine. Are they fucking? I wouldn't be totally surprised if they were. That would make sense for forbidden fucking, and it would be great news for my overall scheme. But she can't be a better fuck than me; she has to be a clumsy virgin. Who else could it be? Maybe a teacher? That would be forbidden too. Ms. Rhymer, perhaps? Nah. I know she has a serious boyfriend, and fucking a student would be too risky.
She lay naked next to him for the next half an hour or so, waiting for him to wake up, but he didn't. She tried shaking him, but all that did is cause him to mumble and turn over. She even tried squeezing his flaccid penis with her fingers, looking for signs of life, but it just flopped over like a limp sausage.
Some schemer I turned out to be! she thought, chagrined. I got him too drunk and had him fuck me when he could barely walk. Then, to add insult to injury, I got him thinking about Susan instead of me. It's a miracle he didn't recognize me as well, especially since I let my strand of teased hair get exposed in the midst of the fucking.
Duh. And now he's done for the evening. At least I know I am. I'm so tempted to close my eyes and fall asleep on this bed, but if we don't wake until morning, I'd be in big, big trouble. Besides, I have to check on Susan and make sure she's okay. Not to mention, I can't wait here until she starts looking for me! This was not one of my better schemes, that's for sure!
She thought more about Alan's sexual performance. Although, at least I finally got to scratch my itch! We were really going for a while there! I enjoyed that a lot because it was him. It was a good fuck overall, and boy oh boy did my cunt need that after all these weeks of build up! But objectively speaking, as a first time fuck with my special Sweetie, it sucked. I'm lucky he didn't get sick or fall asleep on me. He only was really going there for about three minutes, maybe five. The rest was all me. It was a good fuck because I made it that way, while he just laid there like a log.
No way does this count as my first time with him! I want a better memory! I'm going to pretend this didn't happen, and try again when he's sober and fully aware of whom he's fucking. I shouldn't have tried to rush things, but my needy cunt got the best of me, as usual.
I need to do things in their logical order. Susan has to progress much further first. I'm going to act like this never happened. And since he doesn't know it was me, he won't press for a repeat performance. I don't know how long I can hold out with just blowjobs and such, but I have to try. If Susan were to catch me fucking him, with her current attitude, that would be a big, big setback for her. It's all about her, really. She's the key to unlocking the glorious future we'll all share. She's fallen in love with oral sex, which is great. But as long as she's so dead set against fucking her cutie Tiger, I can't fuck him either.
She pulled covers over him, put her Renaissance-themed dress and hat back on, and then slipped out of the room. To her immense relief, the entire floor appeared to be essentially empty, though she heard some other panting noises coming from nearby rooms.
She made her way downstairs and into the cloakroom. Once alone, she slipped the black mask off her face. Then she left the cloakroom with her bags of clothing and went to the nearest bathroom. She changed out of her Renaissance outfit and back into her Catwoman one.
But then she thought, You know, if Sweetie wants his mother so bad, why don't I give her to him? Then there won't be any barriers anymore, and we can all fuck each other with abandon. I've been far too tricky with her lately, lying constantly. It's time we bring that to an end, and bring it all out into the open. We can muck about for weeks or even months trying to break all her barriers, or we can do it all in one fell swoop! Yes, there'll be a lot of gnashing of teeth, but once she discovers the joys of fucking her cutie Tiger, she'll never go back. And she thinks she likes blowjobs! She chuckled to herself.
I'm gonna make all my scheming up to her, and give her the best present she could ever want. I made her hair look like mine with the possibility for such an identity swap in mind, so I should use it. Not only that, but what'll be really brilliant is that if she gets fucked pretending to be me, then she'll have to understand if he continues to fuck me from now on, since she'll be the one who started him fucking "Suzanne." God, I amaze myself sometimes!
Also, let's face it. Now that I got to feel him in me this once, how long can I really hold out before I absolutely need him in me again? Not long! It's time to break through all the barriers and bring all of us straight into the sexual utopia of my dreams!
So, changing her mind, she changed back into her Renaissance dress, hat, and mask.
