Chapter 1080 Susan X Suzanne X Brenda
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A mischievous glint appeared in Susan's eye as she took a different tack before Suzanne could answer her question. "You didn't answer the question of what you would have done had it been you and Amy this morning. I still want to hear that."
She poked Suzanne on one of her nipples repeatedly, to emphasize that Suzanne had to answer the question. Susan felt so frisky that she had a hard time getting serious.
Suzanne brushed off Susan's playful hand, put a hand on her chin, and seriously considered the question. "Well. Let's see. I certainly wouldn't do what you did and give him the complete run of the place like some kind of sultan. First of all, I wouldn't have let him sleep in so long so we wouldn't have to go to extremes to get him to school on time. I'd wake him up at least fifteen minutes earlier. Then-"
"Wait," Susan interrupted. "What would you and Amy be wearing?"
Suzanne grinned as she considered her options. She always loved to pick out what to wear.
Susan prodded, "High heels?"
"Of course," Suzanne replied archly. To suggest otherwise was silly. About the only time Susan or Suzanne would not wear high heels when Alan was around was in bed or in the shower, and sometimes they'd keep them on, even then. Suzanne clarified, "Three-inch heels. Black pumps, you know the ones."
"Good choice. And?"
Mostly forgetting about her concerns for the moment, Suzanne replied, "Well, truth be told, I'm jealous of the whole motherly yet sexy apron look you've got going. I got to wear the kind of erotic apron you like to wear just once, when I was given the chance to play the role of the morning mommy. That was great, but it only happened the one time. I'd love for a repeat performance, which, by the way, you could let me do any one of these mornings, hint, hint."
Susan smiled. "That could be arranged."
"As for Amy, I'm sure she'd be running around naked, assuming Brad and Eric weren't there. But none of this breakfast in bed stuff! Sweetie would have to get dressed and come downstairs for breakfast just like any normal human being."
Susan prodded some more, "Okay, so let's say he does. Knowing our son, he's gonna be feeling frisky. I think it's a good bet that you'd be in the kitchen cooking breakfast, and he'd wander in, slap that monster log of his out of his shorts, and start rubbing it all over your bare ass. What would you do then?"
"Well, I'd- Hey! What are you doing?"
Susan had reached forward and started to rub Suzanne's crotch. She would have preferred to use a dildo to simulate the 'monster log', but none were handy, so she pulled Suzanne's leotards to the side and began fingering her best friend's clit. She grinned some more and explained, "I'm simulating a more sexual situation, so you can answer more honestly."
"Oh. Fair enough. Well, if he were to do that, I mean, come on... I'm only human. I'd probably start moaning and lean way down and forward so he could have better access to my butt cheeks and everything in between."
Brenda thought, Now, this is more like it! She began frigging herself. She wasn't worried about what they would think about that, knowing the other two had temporarily forgotten her.
Susan smiled as she shoved two fingers into Suzanne's pussy, "So, in other words, you would be offering your body to him. By bending forward in such a wanton way, you'd be saying, 'I give my body to a naturally superior male to use and abuse as he sees fit. Most of all, I'm offering him, nay, begging him, to fill my ass or cunt with throbbing man-meat! I'm pleading with him to show me once again that he is my master and that my cunt belongs to him, needs him, longs for him, aches to be filled by him! Filled with hard and fast strokes, pounding, pounding, pounding! Deep! Fuck me deep, Alan!"
Susan's fingers began to pump faster and faster as she got carried away with her own description.
Suzanne's eyes were closed and her whole body started to writhe in her seat as the hypothetical situation became increasingly real in her mind. "Yes! Yes, Sweetie! Do it! DO IT!"
But, belatedly realizing her complete loss of control, she struggled to amend her answer. Breathing hard, she said in her raspy voice, "But... but, I wouldn't... I wouldn't put it like you did."
She calmed her breathing and her body some more as she struggled to live up to her opinion that she could resist Alan's advances better than Susan could. "I certainly wouldn't be talking about that 'master' and 'naturally superior male' crap that you love so much. And even if I DID let him do that to me, I am NOT going to let that stop me from cooking a good breakfast. Time is wasting and I'm going to feed my kids a healthy, hearty meal. Sure, we can have a little sexual fun, but the RESPONSIBLE part comes first!"
Brenda had become increasingly drawn in by the sexy sights and words. Still fondling herself, she came up close and put a hand on Suzanne's back in a supportive manner and asked, "And what about Amy, Mistress Suzanne? What would she be doing at this point?" She was curious because she imagined herself as Amy in this scenario, since Suzanne was naturally taking the Suzanne role.
Suzanne pondered that question and squirmed back in her seat as if trying to get away from Susan's probing fingers, but she didn't actually swat them away as she could have easily done at any time. She stammered, highly distracted by the fantasy scenario, "Um, I, no, I mean Amy... Well, knowing her, she's a people person. She likes to get in the thick of things. I think she'd come over... You know, being playful, maybe a little bit... Probably flaunt her hot bod for her brother..."
Susan looked at Brenda, who stood on the other side of Suzanne, and subtly nodded her head down.
This was a signal for Brenda to move her hand down Suzanne's back to her ass, and Brenda immediately did so. She reached into Suzanne's tight lycra pants and began to knead and explore her ass.
"So," Susan said as she leaned forward and practically put her mouth on Suzanne's, "Amy would be running around naked, posing and preening, helping to get Tiger's cock hard so he could ram it in your cunt? Is that what you're saying? Can you just picture her, maybe bending over to let her big tits dangle, or spreading her legs wide and then reaching down to touch her toes, showing off her incredible cheerleader flexibility? Can you picture it?"n(-o./V-/e)-L-/b/)1--n
Suzanne panted with arousal, "Yes! Yes, I can! My Honey Pie! She's so cute, but such a tempting fuckpot!"
"She IS!" Susan agreed wholeheartedly. "But she wouldn't stop there. She'd come over and maybe grab Tiger's stiff cock with one hand, perhaps cop a feel of your tits with the other, and guide his beefy pole right into your steaming cunt!"
Susan pulled her probing finger out of Suzanne's wet pussy lips, then bunched three fingers together and rammed them back in, hard. "You would crumple to the ground as you groan in pure ecstasy!"
"Oh! God!" Suzanne yelled as if on cue. "Yes!" Her body shuddered and shook so profoundly that she had a hard time staying in her chair.
Inspired, Brenda took a hand that had been poking in Suzanne's ass crack and used it to reach around and fondle one of Suzanne's generously endowed breasts.
Susan continued as she plunged her three fingers in and out of Suzanne's hole in her best imitation of a stiff dick, "Then Amy, satisfied that her official boyfriend was teaching her mother a lesson in who's the master of the house and who's just a red-haired, ivory-skinned, big-titted cum dump, would fall on top of you and shove her tongue down your throat!"
Surprisingly, Suzanne made no objection to that. She was carried away by the heat of the moment.
Susan quickly continued, "You would be violated all over. Penetrated. Exposed! Reamed! Rammed! She'd slide down to where you and Tiger are joined and would start to lick both of you, flicking her tongue on her own mother's clit while her brother shoves that pussy-splitter in and out of your hot box! Then she'd sits on your face, grinding her sopping pussy into your eager red lips! The air is so thick with incestuous pussy and sweet cock cum that you couldn't breathe! Then Tiger-"
Suzanne put her hands over her ears. "Okay! Stop! Stop! STOP!" She panted as if she was on the verge of hyperventilating.
Susan and Brenda's busy hands slowed down their fondling and probing, though they didn't stop their motions altogether. Both of them were winded and highly aroused, too.
Susan gave a triumphant smile. "What happened to the 'healthy, hearty meal' in the middle of all that?"
Suzanne sighed. "Okay, okay! I get your point! The breakfast cooking would be forgotten. The time would be forgotten. All hope would be lost unless my Sweetie had some control. Once I got all worked up like that, I'd probably be content to lie on the bed all morning with my legs spread and yell, 'Fuck school! Fuck me instead!' as long as he kept filling my cunt with load after load of that far too tasty seed. Dammit! Once again, my insatiable cunt makes me lose all sense of reason."
She slapped Susan's hand away from her pussy lips in frustration. "Even in a hypothetical practice run, I really do lose all control. Damn!" She added in a sexy pout, "Not only that, but you're mean, Susan! I'm surprised at you, tricking me like that."
Susan smiled, very pleased with herself. She ostentatiously brought her fingers, dripping wet with Suzanne's fluids, to her mouth, and licked them clean one by one. "Hey. I'm just making a point."
Brenda pulled back from her fondling of Suzanne and sat next to her. After she'd heard all that, Brenda was quite sweaty and soaked between her thighs. Even though she wore an exercise outfit that kept her tits raised up, out, and exposed (obeying the Plummer house rule that she always had to keep her tits exposed and ready for groping), she nonetheless felt chafed in so much clothing. She fanned herself with an open hand.
Suzanne sighed yet again. "There's my problem! You're right, Susan. I probably wouldn't have acted that differently than you did, and neither would Amy. True, I still think we would have been less fawning, and my language certainly would be less over the top. I don't exactly appreciate being called a 'big-titted cum dump,' thank you very much."
"Sorry," Susan mumbled.
"But I'm part of the problem. I'll freely admit that. I'm just as addicted to his sweet cum as everyone else. In fact, if I'm totally honest with myself, I think Amy and I would probably have to battle it out to see who got to suck him off under the table while he ate breakfast, that is if I kept my shit together long enough to actually make something to eat. We'd probably end up giving him a dual tongue bath and go hungry ourselves if need be. Are we a hopeless bunch, or what?"
Brenda visualized that scene, except that she imagined herself there as well, licking Alan's cock along with Amy and Suzanne. Never mind that three big and busty women would have had a heck of time trying to fit between Alan's legs under a table at the same time: the idea of sexually serving him from under the table while he did something casual like eat breakfast was exactly the kind of submissive act that aroused her the most.
Add to that the image of being forced to share in such servitude with two other incredibly beautiful women, and it was too much for her to take. She reached down and touched her clit, then opened her mouth in a silent scream as a wonderful climax tore through her.
Suzanne looked at Susan and continued, oblivious to Brenda's ecstasy. "But in my defense, I'm not used to those morning situations and I'd probably go a little crazy for the first few times... Or maybe first dozen times. Okay, couple dozen times, probably." She laughed as she fully realized the truth of just how addicted to Alan and his penis she actually was.
