Back at the Plummer house, Susan and Brenda continued to have lots of erotic fun. The erotic story kept them entertained until they were literally so sore from climaxing that they had to take a break. Fortunately, it already was time for lunch, so that's what they did.
While they were eating, Susan remembered the photographs from last night's fashion show. She didn't mention them to Brenda right away though, because she still needed more of a sexual break. Besides, she knew that if she did, they'd never finish lunch.
Once they were done eating and then cleaning up the kitchen, she casually dropped the bomb on Brenda: "So, what should we do next? Hey, I know: why don't we look at the photographs from last night?"
Brenda nearly passed out on the spot as she remembered how she'd been photographed at some of her most embarrassing moments. Naturally, she couldn't wait to see the pictures.
Then Susan explained that they'd all been printed out, and went into a little story about how they'd been viewed by herself, Alan, and Katherine in the morning, and how that led to even more pictures being taken and printed out.
Brenda found that very interesting, but she was practically dying on the spot, because her desire to see the photos was so great.
When she eventually resorted to dropping to her knees and making a praying gesture, Susan finally got the message. "Okay, okay! I get it. Let me go get them." She walked back to where she'd stored them in the dining room.
Brenda was flabbergasted that the precious photos had been so close to her the whole time, but that became a moot point as soon as she got her hands on them.
It went without saying that lots of feverish masturbating followed. Of course, Brenda was the most excited, since she hadn't seen the pictures yet, and so many were of her, but Susan got easily swept up by Brenda's lusty mood.
At the initial euphoria passed, the looking at the pictures continued, but turned more into a general reminiscence of what happened at the fashion show, with the photos serving as occasional illustrations.
Brenda was overjoyed. Not only was it a highly aroused experience, but she also got to relive last night's events with Susan, just as Susan had promised. Reading the erotic story and then eating lunch had put enough distance on Susan's time talking about last night with Suzanne for her to happily talk about it in great detail all over again.
Along the way, Brenda got to express much of her feelings about being "tamed" by Alan. She didn't fully reveal how firmly she considered Alan to be her master, mostly because her place in the group was still undefined and she didn't want to be presumptive and pushy. But she was so passionate that Susan got the general gist. Brenda even freely used words like "master," "sex pet," and "harem" with Susan, which delighted her to no end.
Susan was very happy to be able to use that sort of lingo as well. It felt liberating. Even if she talked to Katherine or Suzanne, she felt obliged to edit her submissive talk. But with Brenda, it seemed that anything went.
The first bunch of pictures were all close-ups of Brenda sucking Alan's erection. This eventually led to a lot of talk between Susan and Brenda about blowjob technique. Since they were near the kitchen, they each took an unpeeled banana and used those to help explain and demonstrate what they were doing inside their mouths. The discussion got very technical and detailed, with Susan demonstrating some of her favorite moves, now that Brenda had fully won her approval as a close friend and as one of Alan's personal cocksuckers (even if the later status wasn't "official" yet).
All the banana usage got them in cocksucking moods, and led to extensive blowjob role-plays. They especially spent a lot of time kneeling naked side by side and jointly licking one banana, in anticipation of frequently sharing Alan's cock from now on. Proper cooperation and coordination was essential. But continuous masturbation helped ensure they stayed highly aroused through it all.
Brenda stayed at the Plummer house for a majority of the day. They almost spent more time talking and role-playing about the fashion show than the show had actually taken in real time, mostly because they discussed Brenda's feelings, since she considered it a life-altering event. But eventually they talked it all out.
At one point, Susan told Brenda, "I know that you still feel uneasy, because even though you've fully committed to Alan in your heart and your mind, he hasn't fully accepted you. What I say to that is simple: don 't worry! Your outrageous body is a very big foot in the door. All you need is an attitude to match. Just keep on keeping on, putting serving him and his cock in the front of your mind. Fully embrace being his sex pet. Try to become the perfect pet in every way. Of course, perfection is impossible, but he'll notice the effort. Between your body and that attitude, there's simply no way he can turn you down!"
Brenda found that very comforting. She had to admit to herself that Alan would be a complete moron to reject her. The more she felt reassured that she would belong to the group, the more she mentally committed herself to her new master.
They went back to Susan's bedroom, where Brenda resumed reading the erotic story they'd started before lunch.
Once three o'clock passed, there was a new electricity in the air for them, because that meant Alan could return home at any time. The bombshell mothers had talked about spending the afternoon endlessly pleasuring him with titfucks and double blowjobs. They could hardly wait to greet him with their planned surprises.
However, Susan warned Brenda in vague terms that Alan had an extracurricular activity that could take some time. This frustrated Brenda to no end. The problem was that she felt obliged to be home so she could be a good mother for Adrian. This was especially the case since she'd slept through breakfast and didn't even see him before he left for school.
Eventually, guilt got the best of Brenda, since she knew her son Adrian had certainly come home by a certain hour, and she decided to go.
Before she left, she asked if she could take the print outs of the photos home with her. Susan said no. Then she basically begged and pleaded, but Susan still said no. Susan pointed out that the danger of someone like Anika or Adrian finding them was too great. Brenda had to grudgingly concede that point. To cheer her up, Susan said Brenda was free to come over at any time to look at them, plus there was a limitless potential to take more sexy pictures.
That did encourage Brenda some, but she was still very sad to leave, especially knowing that Alan would get home soon.
Susan was exhausted from having such a day of non-stop sexual delights with Akami, and then with Suzanne, and then with Brenda, and her pussy was downright sore from cumming so many times. The erotic story in particular had made Susan so hot and bothered that she was ready and eager to suck cock for hours and hours. She didn't care how tired or sore she was, because she was never too tired or sore for her son's dick.
She assumed that Alan would be sexually raring to go after coming home from what wrongly she thought was a legitimate, college application-enhancing S-Club meeting.
But, for once, Alan disappointed her.
She waited for him in the kitchen, again wearing the apron she'd taken to usually wearing when doing kitchen duties. When he walked in, she said, "Hello, Tiger. How'd the meeting go? Would you like a snack?"
Then sitting up on the kitchen sink, she spread her legs and said seductively, "Do you see anything you'd like to eat? Pie, perhaps? My muffin? I have a hot muffin for you."
She brought her hand towards her crotch, but at the last second pointed her finger in a completely different direction, indicating a plate on the counter containing both a slice of apple pie and a blueberry muffin. She laughed at her joke, and Alan laughed too.
But he was so tired, oversexed, and suddenly guilty about continuing to blow off his homework, that he barely even batted an eye at behavior that would have given him a heart attack had it happened some weeks earlier. "Wow, Mom, you look soooo sexy. But please don't tease me like that. I said this morning we've got to take it easy on the sexual stuff. I really should hit the books."
Susan was so horny after waiting hours for Alan to come home that she wasn't going to let any of her perceived rules stop her. She tried a compromise. "I know you said that, but you have no idea how horny I am. Brenda came over, and we were reading stories about you-"
"What?!"
"Well, okay, technically, it wasn't a story about you. It was an incest story from the Internet, and we changed the name of the guy to 'Alan.' But it was so HOT! It's all about how he dominates and FUCKS his beautiful and buxom mother. Brenda and I-"
He held up a hand in a "stop" gesture. "Sorry, Mom. Please don't tell me any more. Between that, and the way you're dressed, and your sexy pose, I'm gonna get all horny. But I can't. I really can't. My body needs a break. Really."
She looked and felt very sad.
Alan wanted to explain that he was this exhausted because he'd just spent a couple of hours fucking three cheerleaders. But he didn't have the heart to disappoint her like that, and he also didn't want to give away the secret true nature of the S-Club. If he did, then he wouldn't be able to use it as a means to fuck Katherine.
He was put into even more of a spot when she said, "Son, I totally get that sometimes you just need a break. But even so, I'm concerned. If you haven't cum even a single time since you left for school, that's not healthy for a virile young man like you. Your balls could almost literally be turning blue!"
He realized he needed to at least say something, to put her blue balls worries out of her mind. "Well, to be perfectly honest, the S-Club meeting wasn't the only thing I did after school. Let's just say my dick got well taken care of. But some women have a strict confidentiality policy that I have to respect, so I can't name names."
"Oh." Susan frowned and bowed her head down. She was disappointed, of course, but also proud and reassured that he was so sexually successful. She lifted her head and asked hopefully, "Can you at least tell me if she was busty and/or beautiful? Or is it a she, or a THEY?!"
She was so adorable and eager that he couldn't resist admitting, "Actually, remarkably enough, it was a 'they.' And believe me, they are very busty AND beautiful!"
Susan's heart soared. "Oh, Tiger! That's my son! I'm so proud of you!"
Hearing that redoubled her desire to suck or titfuck him until he came. But she saw how tired he was. She thought, I'm not just his big-titted mommy slut. I'm also his mother, in the old fashioned, responsible parent sense of the word. Sometimes, I have to do mother things. This is one of those times. His homework comes first! Besides, he did cum pretty recently, so any imminent orgasm crisis is averted.
She decided not to be pushy with offers to help further drain his balls. Instead, she said, "It so happens that I'm already well into making dinner, since you came home so late. Why don't you stick around for a few minutes and I'll get you something yummy to eat?"
He nodded, but said, "Sounds good. But can you please change into something else before we sit down? My dick needs some down time, and I'm sure I'll get a raging boner just from seeing your massive tits rolling around on your chest."
She nodded, trying to put on a happy face.
Dinner was served a few minutes later, just as promised.
Katherine had also come home about the same time Alan did (even though they drove home together, they didn't come in together since Katherine was supposed to be elsewhere).
The three of them enjoyed a fairly normal, non-erotic dinner. Even the meal itself seemed subdued, consisting of cold vegetables and jasmine rice pilaf, which was reheated from Susan's and Suzanne's earlier meal.
Alan soon wolfed down the meal (and some of the apple pie) quickly so he could go to bed and get some rest. After he gave Susan and Katherine some goodbye French kisses (complete with tit groping), he went straight to his bed to collapse.
But seeing Susan's disappointed mood, as he left, he promised her he wasn't done for the evening, but would rebound in a big way after a post-dinner nap.
Katherine wasn't nearly as wiped out as Alan was after dinner, so she helped Susan to clean up after the meal.
The two women were doing the dishes in the kitchen when Suzanne came over after finishing her own dinner next door. There were more prolonged sexual greetings all around (even though they all remained fully dressed).
Suzanne was also looking forward to some sexual fun with Alan, and was rather disappointed to find that he was sleeping.
Amy also came over after dinner a little while later, with the exact same intentions. She was disappointed too.
The four of them ended up sitting in the living room and talking.
Susan said gravely, "I know we're all disappointed. It seems everyone here was looking forward to some fun time with our number one man, and no one was more eager than me. But look at us! There's four of us, and only one of him. He's tired, and falling behind in his work. We need to be patient, and let him have his rest."
Suzanne said, "I agree. That's quite a mature and responsible attitude, Susan. I'm proud of you."
"Thank you. It helps me get through down times like these. After all, pleasuring his cock is just one of many different things we all do in a day, right?"
Katherine said, "Wow, Mom! That really is a mature attitude, coming from you!"
Susan smiled. "Thanks. Let's not all overwhelm him when he wakes up, okay? The poor boy needs his rest. Maybe we can draw straws to be the next one to help him, or something. I'm sure his balls are filling up and churning with lots of tasty sperm, even as he sleeps. He gave me a vague mention that he'd gotten some orgasm help after school, unfortunately without naming names. But even so, he's got to be running well below his daily average. He'll never make it to six orgasms at this rate."
She concluded, "And remember, homework has to take precedence over sexual fun. If he's tired, maybe we can take turns stealth stroking him until he cums in a very relaxed and mellow way. If that's what he wants."
Katherine felt bad. She knew Susan's worries were overblown since the "meeting" was actually an Alan-centric cheerleader fuck fest, but she didn't say anything.
Before long, the discussion turned to all the sexual things Susan had learned that day. Susan explained in great detail how she learned to go down on a woman and use a small vibrator. She was tempted to try her new skills out immediately, and the others would have naturally loved that. But they all remained clothed in deference to Alan's request to stay calm so he could do his homework in peace.
In the process of describing her day, Susan got to the part where she showed the photograph print outs from last night's fashion show. This got a very big reaction, as if she'd announced the discovery of a treasure chest. It went without saying that everything came to a stop until she got the picture and everyone had a chance to look at them all.
After the initial excitement from viewing the pictures subsided, a lot of storytelling followed, based on the events depicted in the photos as well as fantasies inspired by them. The last batch were of the morning blowjob by Susan and Katherine, and that led to a particularly prolonged and arousing recounting.
The women's resolve to stay clothed in order to keep a calm mood went right out the window not long after the pictures came out. By the time Susan and Katherine gave their blow by blow (and lick by lick) account of the morning double blowjob, all four women were deep in the throes of a masturbatory fever.
Suzanne had a nice orgasm, and then another, but she still wasn't sexually satiated. The highly arousing storytelling seemed to go on and on. Eventually, she got so worked up that she thought, Okay, that's it! Homework or no homework, I absolutely HAVE to get fucked by Sweetie at least once a day, now that we've started! His dick is probably all backed up with cum from not having had much sex for so many long hours.
Dammit, I sound just like Susan with her "nasty sperm" and blue balls talk that I put into her head in the first place, but I think there's some truth to it this time. Far from hindering his homework, I would actually be doing him a favor if I got up there and help him deposit a load in my cunt. Then he'll be able to study without distraction.
Somewhere deep down, she knew this was just a pathetic self-justification. She felt really bad in keeping him from his homework, but she needed to be fucked so badly that she couldn't help herself.
The problem was, Suzanne had a hard time figuring out how she could get upstairs to see Alan without causing a commotion. She normally would have been pleased with the way Susan was being so level-headed and fair about things for once, but her fuck-need was so great that it only frustrated her this time.
But luckily, Suzanne came prepared. She had brought over a DVD of the Monty Python movie "The Meaning of Life." She reminded the others that they were supposed to be clothed and calm to support Alan with his desire to buckle down and do his homework. She talked them into watching the movie as a way to get back on track with that plan. Then she turned off the lights and made sure to sit in the back of the room.
