Once Brenda was well out of the room, Suzanne whispered to Alan, "Hey, you, you're blowing it!"
He whispered back, even though Brenda was on the other side of the house by then, "What do you mean?"
"She's expecting a highly sexual man, a dominating kind of man. Have you not seen how she's been acting? Her blatant titty show targeted at you? You're letting her down."
"What about showing off my bulge?" He was still erect, and it showed, thanks to Brenda's "titty show."
Suzanne gave him a scoffing look. "Big whoop. That was for, like, two seconds, with the table in the way. Besides, she saw your bulge plenty last time. You need to do something outrageous!"
Susan and Katherine were listening, and they nodded in agreement.
He looked at each of them, and then asked all three, "What do you recommend?"
Susan looked to Suzanne for confirmation, and then said, "We have just the thing. Don't we?"
Suzanne nodded. "We do. Let us try something. Best not to ask what exactly and just roll with the punches, okay? You're really good at that. You'll figure it out."
"Sure." He'd wanted to be in charge of events this evening, but he realized he hadn't been aggressive enough. That was a common problem for him. He could be sexually aggressive if the mood was right and the signals were clear, for instance with the way he'd roughly treated Heather and called her names when he'd fucked her. But he waited for such signs and didn't try to push things enough to get a clear signal one way or the other. He figured he could use some help.
Brenda didn't stay long in the bathroom. When she came back, Susan intercepted her in the kitchen. She whispered confidentially in Brenda's ear, "I'm sorry, I STILL haven't have shown Alan your nude photos yet. I didn't really see him at all today except at breakfast and just before you got here, and both those times I was pretty busy with his cock. But never fear, I have a plan to make it up to you so you can see his reaction yourself. You'll see!"
"Um, that's okay," Brenda started to whisper back. But Susan was already walking away, out of the kitchen in the direction Brenda had just come back from.
Brenda didn't know what to think of that, so she returned to the dining table.
But the moment she sat back down, Susan reentered the kitchen with a manila folder in her hand. "Hey, everybody! Come gather round! I have something neat to show you."
Brenda's heart sank, since the folder looked like it could hold 8 by 10 inch photos. Oh no! Please, no! Tell me those aren't the printouts of my photos! Pleeaaase!
Alan, Suzanne, and Katherine gathered around the kitchen counter where Susan was, forcing Brenda to join them. Suzanne and Alan stood on the kitchen side, Susan stood at the end, and Katherine and Brenda stood on the dining room side.
Brenda hoped against hope that the manila envelope contained anything else but the nude photos of herself, but her hopes were dashed when Susan pulled one photo out and laid it in the middle of the counter. Brenda recognized it immediately as one of the first poses she'd struck during the photo shoot. She thought she would simply die of shame, but at least she had some consolation that her head had been cropped out of the photo altogether.
As Susan brought that photo out, she said to the group, but to Alan in particular, "I have some fun nudie photos to show you. I can't say yet who they're of or how I got them. But I want to get your feedback."
Time seemed to stand still for Brenda as Alan picked up that picture and held it close to his face to examine it. She forgot to breathe for a startlingly long time. She was mortified that he was looking at her photo right in front of her eyes, but that didn't diminish her desire for him to give an approving opinion about it.
While Alan was inscrutably studying that one, Susan handed out other photos so each person had at least one.
Brenda only briefly glanced at hers. She looked all around and was further relieved to see that all of the photos were cropped. But even so, she suddenly felt that she must have been insane to ever think Alan and the others wouldn't notice right away that it was her. Her curves were too extreme and unique, and her long nipples were a particular giveaway. She felt for sure that, any second, somebody would say something like, "Hey, Brenda, aren't these photos of you?" Then she'd have to explain herself, and what could she say?
To make matters worse, she was so embarrassed that she knew her face had turned a bright cherry red. And that was damning, because why would that be the case unless the photos were of her? Also, her arousal was off the charts. Her big tits heaved up and down (unsupported by her dress) - another damning clue. Her pussy had been wet all through dinner, because simply being near Alan when she knew he had a hard-on was too exciting, but now it positively gushed, overflowing her panties and trickling down her inner thighs. That, in turn, created a pungent, musky smell that was another damning clue.
She feared that once she was "outed" as the subject of the photos, her entire story would come out and she'd end up confessing her great desire to serve Alan, taking the decision about whether she even wanted that out of her hands due to her passion of the moment. From there, he would demand that she prove it or get spanked, and she'd find herself kneeling in just her high heels in front of all the others, choking and gagging on his fat cock! This created a vicious circle, because such thoughts thrilled and frightened her in equal measure, making her tell-tale signs such as her heaving chest and blushing face, even more obvious. That in turn made her more humiliated and horny, and so on. She had to clutch at the edge of the counter top to merely remain standing. She shut her eyes tightly and braced for the worst.
Alan had recognized right away that the picture he was holding was of Brenda. Susan and Suzanne in particular had acted quite smirky and excited about the mysterious surprise they said they were going to spring on him, so he knew there had to be some special meaning in the photos even before he saw them. Just looking at the one full frontal photo, the answer seemed obvious. He'd a lot of pornographic pictures over the years, mostly on his computer monitor, but he'd never seen a woman with a figure quite like Brenda's. And even through her clothes he'd noticed how far her nipples stuck out, which was confirmed in the photo.
So far, he'd kept a poker-face. But, just to be sure, and seeing that Brenda had her eyes shut tight, he looked quizzically to Katherine, since she was across the counter from him with Brenda, and then nodded towards Brenda.
Katherine was in the know about the photos already, so she smiled and nodded knowingly.
It was hardly necessary for him to confirm, since he saw Brenda's burning red face when he glanced at her to check if she was looking back at him. He thought, HOT DAMN! Wow! I wonder what the story is with these. Not just one nude picture, but many, from every angle! And how did Mom get ahold of them?! I smell an Aunt Suzy scheme in progress! Heh! So cool!
He considered how he should play this. Clearly, Brenda was about to die of sheer shame, unless her great arousal got to her first. He was developing a good sense of how to arouse a woman with a little humiliation, but Brenda looked more like she was about to hyperventilate or pass out. He decided that to reveal that he knew the photos were of her would be cruel and over the top at this point. Instead, he would play dumb, very dumb, and help her come back from the brink.
So he said about the photo in his hand, "Gee, Mom, this is one sexy lady. Do you know her? Do I know her?"
Susan replied, carefully, "Now, Son, you know I said I can't tell you anything about that. Maybe sometime later. But right now, I just want to get your reaction."
"Hmmm. Let me see another one then, or two."
Brenda wasn't religious, but she had her eyes shut tight and was praying hard. She heard the sound of papers shuffling, and surmised it had to be Alan looking at more of the photos. She had the counter edge in a vice-like grip with one hand while she had an arm under her huge rack in an attempt to minimize the wild bouncing of her great knockers.
After a pregnant pause, Alan said, "Well, this woman certainly has the curves. She looks pretty darn sexy to me. What a rack! She's really stacked! Do you think those are real?"
Brenda heaved with relief at those positive words. YES! He says I'm sexy! And yes, they are real! All real!
Suzanne spoke up. "In my opinion, they have to be real. Look at this one. See how they're dangling down? Only real breasts do that."
There was more shuffling of photos.
Despite her great embarrassment, Brenda couldn't resist peeking out of one eye to see which photo Suzanne was referring to. OH NO! It's one of the ones where I'm bending over and clutching my ankles! The SHAME! The SHAME! Why the hell did I ever let Susan talk me into going that far?!
She had to close her eyes again and clutch the edge of the counter with both hands this time, because a strong orgasm ripped through her. Luckily for her, her fear of getting caught was so great that she forced herself not to make any special noise or movement. She just stood there and let it happen, as if she'd lost all control and had to pee there standing up. Actually, it was quite similar because of the copious wetness trickling down her thighs.
Suzanne could guess that Brenda just came, even though it wasn't blatantly obvious, from the way Brenda's face scrunched up and then relaxed. Plus, there was the way Brenda's massive tits were heaving up and down even more than before, even considering that she wasn't cradling them with an arm anymore. Suzanne was secretly delighted. She also was pleased that Alan was playing coy and not letting on that the pictures were of Brenda, just as she had hoped he would. She decided it was time to reward him, as well as blow Brenda's mind into oblivion that much more. She figured Brenda could handle it after cumming.
Suzanne had been careful to stand on the same side of the counter as Alan while making sure Brenda stood on the other side. That allowed her to reach into Alan's slacks. Since he wasn't wearing any underwear, to better show off his bulge, her fingers immediately wrapped around his long shaft and started to stroke.
Now it was Alan's turn to be flummoxed. Not only was Suzanne jacking him off, she wasn't even being that subtle about it. Susan and Katherine caught on right away and smiled with knowing approval. Only Brenda was still in the dark, and what would happen when she opened her eyes? But he remembered that Suzanne and the others counseled him to do something outrageous, and this certainly qualified. Besides, it felt too fantastic to make her stop.
So he continued to examine the photo of Brenda lewdly bending over while pretending to ignore Suzanne's sliding fingers. Thinking about how Suzanne said the picture proved the breasts were natural, he even managed to say, "Yep, I see what you mean, Aunt Suzy. Those do look natural. You can also see, well, pretty much everything! Whoever this woman is, she sure cums a lot. Brenda, you don't mind if we freely discuss this kind of thing, do you? You're not offended?"
Brenda opened her eyes in a panic. She was still riding out the tail end of her orgasm, and she was barely in control of her body or her mind. She knew her face was cherry red and her big tits were bouncing outrageously on her chest, with her dress no help at all. If Alan looked at her now, she was sunk. She expected the worst.
However, Alan knew that the signs of Brenda's arousal, not to mention her embarrassment, were so blatant that he couldn't make eye contact with her and continue to pretend to be clueless. So he studiously examined the photo from close up instead.
The others had come to the same conclusion and wanted to keep the pretense going. They were all looking down intently at their photos as well.
Brenda looked around from face to face. She couldn't believe her luck, but she didn't question it. Even though she felt like she'd just been fucked standing up, and looked like it, she tried to pull herself together and quickly respond to Alan before the silence made someone look her way. "Um... well... NO! Of course I'm not offended. Just keep on looking and talking about that picture. I don't mind that at all."
She added in her mind, Especially keep on looking DOWN. Don't look up! Dear God! What am I going to do about my face?! How do I make my blush go away?! Hell, how do I stop feeling so totally humiliated so I stop blushing more?! Look at him: he's staring right at a photo of my fully exposed pussy! My leaky, leaky pussy! And I just told him to keep looking! And what about my real leaky pussy, now?! I'm going to be dripping down to the floor in another minute!
Now that she was recovering some more from her orgasm, she was able to cradle her tits with an arm again to stop their crazy bouncing. She still needed her other hand to grip the counter edge and keep her standing.
Katherine spoke up while staring at her own nude Brenda photo. "Well, I think that whoever this woman is, she's got an amaaaazing body. Geez! Just look at the size of those boobs! I wish I had boobs half that size. And check out her ass too, Bro. In my picture, she's kind of twisting her body in place, so you can see her ass and boobs at the same time."
Alan responded, "My picture is pretty much all ass. And I have to admit it's a pretty damn fine one too. Her legs aren't bad either, especially when they're firmed up with her high heels and the way she's bending over. I wonder if they look as good in a relaxed pose."
Susan helpfully shuffled through the photos and selected one for him. "Here, look at this one." She'd selected another picture of Brenda's backside that showed off her legs to great effect.
"Thanks." Alan whistled appreciatively as he studied the new picture. His enjoyment of it was intensified by the way Suzanne was rubbing his sweet spot. "Yep. Nice legs indeed. Too bad we can't see the face in any of these, though. Or even the hair. Why is that?"
Brenda's eyes opened in another panicky alarm. She held her breath as she waited for Susan's reply.
Susan said, "Sorry, I can't tell you that. Consider it a test to see what kind of body type you like the most. If you saw the head, that might bias you."
Brenda allowed herself to breathe again, relieved. Good answer!
Susan continued, "I picked this woman's pictures because I thought she had an ideal body for you. Isn't this your exact type?"
Alan looked at Susan as he replied. (Luckily for Brenda, Susan was standing on the other side of him, at the end of the counter.) "Well, I don't know about THAT. 'Ideal?' Hardly. She is sexy, no question. But, to be honest, Mom, you're more of my ideal. I like a woman who's taller and not just this outrageously curvy." With that answer, he was trying a sweet and sour approach. He complimented Brenda's body some, but made clear that he wasn't as impressed as most men were, to keep her striving.
It was an effective approach. Brenda was soaring high one moment and crashing down the next. But all in all, it was about the answer she expected, and even wanted. Clearly, Alan wasn't easy to please, and that made her want to work harder to impress him.
So far, Brenda hadn't noticed the way Suzanne was playing with Alan's erection. She had her eyes closed most of the time, and when she had them opened, she was looking up at faces. But now, she was calming down some, relatively speaking, and she looked around the counter top to see which photos of her were being looked at.
While she did that, she noticed the tell-tale motion in Suzanne's arm. It wasn't hard to catch, since Suzanne was all but asking to get caught. She gasped, loudly, but no one seemed to notice. NO! NO! It can't be! But it IS! She's DEFINITELY giving him a handjob, not even three feet from me! I can't believe it!
If the orgasm Brenda was still recovering from rated a ten on a one-to-ten scale, her new surge of arousal shot up to eleven. She very nearly spontaneously climaxed again, and only didn't because her body was in a refractory phase from the last one. But actually, I CAN believe it! OF COURSE she's jacking him off. This is Alan! His cock is hard all the time, and their job is to keep him constantly throbbing with pleasure! So how can she NOT?! I'll bet the others know and approve, and wish they could be helping instead. Suzanne's trying to be subtle about it, for my sake, but with a cock that long and thick, there's no subtle way to stroke it!
GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD! This kid is incredible! He needs more helpers, definitely! Busty, beautiful sexy helpers who want to love and worship his cock, like me! How can I resist him?! It's hopeless!
Brenda realized that she was likely to cum again soon, despite the fact that she wasn't touching her privates and she'd just cum a few minutes earlier. She further realized that whenever it did happen, she probably wouldn't be able to stay as quiet as the prior time. She had to escape, and fast!
She simply let go of the counter and walked out of the room, towards the living room.
Since the others were all trying hard not to look at her, she was well into the living room when Katherine finally looked up and asked, "Hey, Brenda. Where are you going?"
Brenda walked faster, glad that she was out of visual range. She was frightened that the wetness of her thighs could be seen even from behind. She loudly replied, "I'm off to, uh, powder my nose!"
Indeed, she was headed directly to the bathroom, though it definitely wasn't to powder her nose. Once she got there and closed the door safely behind her, she sat down on the toilet, with the lid down, just to breathe and recover. Aaaaah! Thank God! Too close! I just about had a heart attack!
After some more heavy gasps for air, she thought, Suzanne's jacking him off! That's just so very wrong, but... so very, very RIGHT! A real man like Alan, that's the only way to properly treat him! They don't call themselves a harem, but that's what they are! He's the lord and master, and they're his de facto slaaaaves! His sex slaves!
She had refrained from masturbating or even spontaneously cumming since she'd gotten to the safety of the bathroom, because she still worried about making a ruckus. But with those thoughts, she couldn't hold out any longer. A hand reached to her sopping wet panties, pulled them aside, and she found her clit. She brought her other hand to her mouth and fiercely bit down on it in an attempt to contain the noise.
Again, her fear of getting caught was so great that she managed to stay relatively quiet, at least compared to the way she longed to scream her head off.
