Drunk Dargon Special 🐉 [ 11 / 20 ]
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Katherine was very happy to lose the next two hands. She still had her top hanging around her waist, but she elected to expose first her pussy and then her ass. Now she had both her top and skirt hanging off her loosely, while all her private parts were uncovered.
Alan lost the next hand, the first time he'd lost since joining the game. He merely took off a sock, to the frustrated groans of everyone else in the room. He lightly teased as he tossed the sock aside, "Maybe, I'm a little overdressed, huh?"
All the females agreed with frantic nods of their heads.
Brenda was stunned to realize that Alan hadn't lost prior to that. Dammit! Alan is unstoppable! There's no way to win against him, not even in a game of chance! What chance do I have to resist the urge to serve his incredible cock? None, that's what! Look at me, buck naked and utterly humiliated! Utterly defeated too! My efforts to play hard to get, or even just seem normal, are in tatters. When is he going to claim his prize?!
Susan lost the next hand, so she had to take off the last of her clothes. She tried to hide how happy that made her, but not very successfully. Then she lost another hand, and Katherine had the highest hand.
So Katherine had the right to order her mother on a dare. She said, "Brother's third leg must be in great pain after so much excellent visual stimulation. Mom, I order you to jack him off, but not too quickly. Keep rubbing his cock while we play."
Alan let out a loud groan of relief.
Susan eagerly leapt up. She smiled as if there had just been an announcement that she'd won the lottery. She mouthed the words "Thank you" in Katherine's direction. She unzipped his shorts and pulled them down his thighs. Then her tender hands went to work.
The Brenda from much earlier in the evening might have protested had someone begun jacking Alan off right in front of her, but there was no possibility of that happening at this point. She just stared in total fascination and licked her lips repeatedly. Look at that! Susan is his mother, but does that stop her from jacking him off? No! She doesn't care that she's not even wearing a stitch of clothing, or that we're all watching; all that matters is satisfying and serving her son's powerful cock! Gaawwwd! And she's so fucking hot and STACKED, almost as much as me!
What if I was in her shoes?! Hell, what if it was my son, Adrian?! What if we were playing cards at my house, and Aidy wandered in and joined us, and the next thing I knew, I'd been ordered to jack him off?! Oh God! Just like... just like Susan is... OH! URGH! Gonna... gonna cum! No! Not again!
She grabbed at her clit and began a particularly intense orgasm, greatly helped by the vibrator that still gyrated and hummed inside her pussy. At least this time she still had enough self-control not to scream without restraint.
As she came down from her obvious but relatively quiet climax, she thought, Oh God! Too horny! AGAIN! Phew, I can't take it. What's with these people?! I'm losing my mind! I knew this would be a sexually intense party, but all evening I've either been cumming or on the brink of cumming! I can't take it much longer. I have to win a hand so I can remove this vibrator. I have no choice or I'll... I'll... go insane!
The other women looked on at Brenda with envy, wishing that they too had big vibrators throbbing inside their slits. But they restrained themselves from any personal touching not ordered via the game, while desperately wishing for the game to end so that they too could get off.
Although Brenda had just had yet another big climax, that only served to further stoke her overheated libido. She couldn't stop staring at Susan's hand where it was stroking Alan's erection. She'd seen Suzanne help Alan in previous visits, but seeing Susan doing it for the first time stirred a powerful desire deep inside her. "How can you do that? He's your son!"
Susan repositioned herself a little better for Brenda's visual benefit. "How can I NOT?!" she asked incredulously. "Just look at it. This is the cock of a real man!" She made long strokes from tip to root and back again, to emphasize its length. "Don't you want to get your hands on it? Or even better, your mouth?"
Brenda thought, I do! I do! So much! I wonder what would happen if I pulled this damn vibrator out of me and simply sat down on him?! Fully impaled on his trouser snake! I wish I had the guts to do that!
Susan leaned over close enough to blow her minty breath on the tip. "Big-titted women like us were made to suck on big cocks!"
Brenda groaned with great arousal. She writhed around helplessly, right on the brink of another orgasm. She looked around at the others for some kind of help or support, but they were all too glassy-eyed and horny. Still resisting, she managed to complain, "But he's your son!"
Susan grinned from ear to ear, even as she stuck her tongue out like she was about to start licking. "I know! Isn't it great?" She thought back to Suzanne's words of consolation about Ron's homosexuality. "There's something magical at work here. Something spiritual. It was meant to be. It was like I was born and bred to serve my son's huge, magnificent cock!"
That pushed Brenda over the edge, and she came again. "Born and bred!" Oh God! "To serve!" Oh God! That's me! Help me, God! Sweet Jesus!
She came yet again. Once again she tried to do so quietly, but then she let out a series of gasping shrieks. When her orgasm ended she didn't feel much relief, because she was immediately right on the edge of orgasm all over again, in large part because of the ever-present vibrator throbbing inside her. Fuck! What am I going to do?! Cumming doesn't help at all! I have to stop looking at Susan's sliding fingers or I'm going to scream or cry, or both! But I just can't manage to look away!
Susan refrained from licking Alan's boner only because she was under orders to help him last as long as possible, and she sensed that would push him over the edge. But even her vigorous stroking was tempting fate, especially since he'd been close to climax before she'd even started. His one lucky break was that she wasn't stimulating his most sensitive spots as much as she could have, since she kept her hands sliding all the way up and down in order to show off her stroking for Brenda's benefit.
Regardless, he pleaded, "Mom, could you please slow it down a lot?"
She did slow down some, but he couldn't resist asking her, "Anyways, Mom, what about the reservations you had this morning about doing this kind of thing in front of others?"
"Mommy can't think right now," Susan replied honestly, and then blushed when she realized that she'd called herself "Mommy" in front of Brenda. (Not that Brenda particularly minded at this point; in fact, it was yet another thing that greatly aroused her, playing to her own fantasies.)
Susan felt her own sexy humiliation as she looked around the room and saw Brenda, Suzanne, Katherine, and Amy all watching. She continued in a more responsible tone, "I'm sure that once I'm able to think again, those reservations will come back, but right now I see no problem in just enjoying the moment, assuming we can respect the boundaries." She huffed and puffed heavily as she said that, betraying her calm words. Her eyes were focused on his erection. She playfully ran all ten fingers up and down his shaft like she was trying to stimulate it everywhere at once.
Seeing her resistance crumble and her chest heave, Alan reached out and grabbed one of his mother's fulsome tits.
Susan's eyes lit up at that, and she thrust her chest towards her son to encourage him.
Then to Alan's surprise, Suzanne said, "Tut tut. I don't know about Susan's boundaries, but that's against the game rules. No touching unless a dare allows it."
So Alan withdrew his hand, to the sound of Susan's very vocal disappointed moans. He wondered if Suzanne's adherence to the rules in this case was a sign of jealousy.
Alan had been perilously close to cumming, so he concentrated on squeezing his PC muscle. He was riding as close to the edge as possible, so far without actually going over, and it felt incredible. Still, he knew he'd need a strategic break very soon or he'd have to succumb.
Once again, Suzanne could read the signs of an imminent cum explosion on Alan's face. She wanted him to hold off even longer just to impress Brenda that much more. She started to pour herself another glass of wine, only to make a show of the fact that the bottle was empty. She asked Susan, "Do you have another bottle of this?"
Susan was so focused on pleasuring Alan's cock with both hands that it took her some long moments before she even realized she was being asked a question. She eventually looked up and around in confusion. "What was that?"
"I said, do you have another bottle of this wine?"
"Oh. Yes. Um..." She looked down at the cum dripping over her slipping and sliding fingers. She certainly didn't want to let go of her son's cock, but she was very possessive of her kitchen and she knew best where to find the wine.
Alan could see her conflict. He concluded that this offered a great excuse to give his cock a rest. He whispered, "Mom, I could REALLY use a break. You've got me so close to cumming that it's crazy!"
With that, Susan let go of his thickness, stood up, and smiled. "Hold on. I'll get it. And I think we can use some snacks all around, as well as some more non-alcoholic drinks, yes?"
After some discussion of what people wanted, Susan was about to walk off when Katherine asked the group, "By the way, who's gonna take care of Alan's cock while Mom is gone?"
"Oh! ME!" Amy eagerly waved her arms in the air. "Please, please, please?!"
Katherine was chagrined, because she'd been hoping to be the one to take over. But seeing Amy's excitement, she couldn't help but nod. "Okay, I guess you can do it, but I get the next break, okay?"
"M'kay!"
Alan moaned in a mixture of lust and frustration, even as Amy sidled up next to him and wrapped her fingers around his cum-soaked shaft. He'd been looking forward to a strategic break while Susan was busy in the kitchen, but he doubted that would be possible with Amy working on him.
He was grateful at least for the minute or so that his cock had been untouched while Susan stood there and conferred with the others about what they wanted to eat and drink. He didn't realize just how much he'd need that short respite, because Susan had planned something momentous.
Susan had been taking "sashaying lessons" with Suzanne for the previous few weeks, as well as practicing sashaying in private. She'd been looking for an opportunity for a "grand unveiling," and this seemed like a perfect time. She was especially keen to steal the spotlight back from a naked Brenda and her extremely large breasts.
For most people, sashaying might not have sounded like a particularly difficult thing to do. But Suzanne took her various sexy walking styles very seriously, and sashaying was one of the most difficult ones to do correctly. Furthermore, Susan had insisted on learning how to sashay in high heels.
As Suzanne put it early in Susan's lessons, "With sashaying it's all about the sway. In high heels this is very difficult because your center of balance is constantly shifting. The objective is to swish the butt cheeks from side to side while twisting them slightly in order to get them to separate and close again and put them on display. As with strutting, the key is keeping the butt muscles loose. There is more shoulder work involved in order to keep balanced, but the added benefit of this is that it causes the breasts to sway as well. The first step in sashaying is learning the ass sway. Once that can be done with confidence the next step is learning to twist the hips slightly to get the pivot down. The final step is combining the two motions."
Suzanne had continued, "You need to start first in flats or very low heels. When you've got that working without any problems, that's the time to try it in high heels. But not before, or you're likely to sprain or break an ankle. It's really very hard to do in high heels, because the proper motions put so much sideways thrust on the heels that they can slip or break."
Susan glanced back over her shoulder to see if Alan was looking at her. She was pleased to see that she already had his attention. But just to be sure, she repeatedly ran her hands over her bare ass cheeks. As she sensuously caressed herself back there, she said, "Amy, I'm trusting you to take good care of Tiger's cock while I'm gone, okay? I don't want to come back in a few minutes and discover that his powerful pussy-pleaser has gone flaccid."
Amy giggled. "Don't worry. It's not that tough." As her hands slid up and down his shaft, she said, "All I have to do is stroke and stroke and stroke. It's fun!"
Susan spread her legs wider and wider as she stood there fondling her ass cheeks. "Now, that's not true. Sure, I suppose it's easy enough to keep him hard, especially when he's surrounded by so much visual stimulation." At that, she bent way down so she could look back at Alan and Amy from between her legs, making sure while doing so that he'd have a great view of her huge tits dangling down. "But remember Akami's wise words: 'It's not just the quantity, it's the quality.' Keep him as close to cumming as possible, but don't let him do so. I don't want to come back and find that he's splooged his tasty sperm all over you. Is that clear?"
Chastened, Amy redoubled her efforts, sliding her fingers in unpredictable clockwise and counter-clockwise motions. "Yes, Mom. Er, I mean, Aunt Susan." She looked away, embarrassed by that telling slip of the tongue.
"Good." Susan stood back up while continuing to run her hands over her own ass with as much lusty action as if she were fondling her son's dick instead. "Now, the rest of us, we need to help Amy out with as much visual stimulation as possible. For instance, Tiger, watch me walk to the kitchen."
That was a blatant command, but Susan wanted to make sure that Alan didn't miss a moment as she publicly unveiled her sashaying walk for the first time. In fact, all eyes were upon her ass and legs as she slowly headed towards the kitchen.
Within seconds, everyone could tell that there was something different and special to the way Susan was moving. She would have looked great walking away in high heels, pretty much no matter what she did, but the way her head, shoulders, ass, legs, and feet moved now could only be described as "poetry in motion."
Alan actually gasped out loud. After a few more seconds passed so he could confirm his suspicions, he blurted out, "Mom! You're walking just like Aunt Suzy!"
Susan's heart had been beating wildly for fear that she'd make some kind of mistake or fail to hold Alan's attention, but that comment calmed her fears and put a big smile on her face. She knew that was the highest compliment, because Suzanne always walked in a seemingly impossibly sexy manner. It always seemed as if Suzanne was just gliding effortlessly from here to there, but in fact it had taken her years of practice to get so good at it. Now Susan hoped to give Suzanne a run for her money.
Alan's boner twitched wildly in Amy's hands. He suddenly was forced to bring his hands down to hold Amy's hands still, because he knew that even with him flexing his PC muscle as intensely as possible he was liable to shoot his load at any moment. He was well aware that the safe thing would be to close his eyes, but he simply couldn't stop staring at Susan's undulating ass cheeks.
Suzanne sat there smugly, proud of her talented student. She didn't mind sharing her sexy secrets with Susan since she loved her so very dearly.
Amy, Katherine, and Brenda all had their mouths hanging wide open in amazement.
Brenda clutched at her massive tits and gasped out, "Too... too damn HOT!"
That caused Amy to add, "Yeah! Wow! Aunt Susan, you're walking, like, all super sexy!"
Katherine seconded the notion. "It IS just like Aunt Suzy walking!" She actually glanced at Suzanne to make sure she wasn't confused about who she was seeing walking away.
Suzanne sat there like the cat that ate the cream. She explained proudly, "That's not walking; that's sashaying! Watch and learn!"
Everyone returned their attention to Susan's slowly swaying ass cheeks. However, thanks to Susan's natural endowment, many glimpses of side-boob drew their attention as well. Susan was also cleverly using her arms and hands to shift the visual focus. For instance, from time to time she would reach back and lightly brush an ass cheek, or raise a hand up behind her head as if adjusting her hair.
Amy was so inspired that even though Alan's hands were clutching her own, she couldn't help but resume stroking his turgid cock.
Alan grimaced and groaned. He was hoping against hope to hold out until his mother Susan walked out of sight and into the kitchen. He braced himself and held his breath, knowing that she only had a few steps left to go. He didn't want Amy to take the fall for his inability to hold out.
But then, just as Susan reached the threshold between the living room and dining room/kitchen area, to his combined horror and delight, she stopped, turned around, and started walking back towards him.
Seeing the passionate "come hither and fuck me" look on her face was too much for the sexually overtaxed boy. He shut his eyes tightly while his crotch twitched with frantic PC-muscle clenches, but it was too little too late. He started cumming in Amy's hands.
However, Amy was mindful that Susan had warned her not to let Alan cum. In a panic, she squeezed his shaft as tightly as possible. As luck would have it, she'd perhaps-accidentally stumbled upon a technique to delay a man's climax though squeezing the base of his shaft. A few feeble squirts of cum jetted into the hand that was covering his cockhead, but no one else noticed.
Thinking that the cause was lost, Alan gave up his struggle to delay his orgasm. He felt a tremendous sense of relief as a surge of pleasure washed through him. He opened his eyes so he could at least continue to enjoy Susan's jaw-dropping sashaying while the surge faded. Although her moves were no more impressive than Suzanne's frequent sashaying, the fact that his formerly prudish mother was the one doing it make all the difference.
For a full minute after Alan had seemingly climaxed, Amy's face showed her worry that she'd screwed up. But that worry slowly turned to a relieved smile as his dick remained wonderfully erect. The tension drained from her body and she resumed her stroking. She quickly stroked the small amount of cum he'd squirted into his skin before she'd cut off the flow so that no one else would be the wiser.
Susan sashayed all the way back to where Alan and Amy sat. She reached out and lovingly ran her fingers over Amy's sliding hands, then smiled widely, happy that Amy was taking good care of him. Then she turned around and slowly sashayed away again, back to the kitchen.
Katherine was fingering her pussy, no longer worrying whether she was breaking the rules of the card game or not. She moaned, "Damn! Mom, you look great walking toward us, but you look even better walking away!"
Suzanne was still all smiles. She didn't mind at all that Susan's sashaying was such a big hit. In part, she could afford to be generous because she had still other walking techniques she hadn't yet taught, including a simply devastating style she called "the walking orgasm." As Susan finally moved out of sight and into the kitchen, Suzanne asked Brenda, "So what do you think?"
Brenda was caught with the proverbial "fingers in the cookie jar," except in her case it was very literal fingers at her pussy. Amy was the only woman not playing with herself at least a little, and that was only because both her hands were all over Alan's erection. But, for once, Brenda managed to recover quickly from her lusty daze. She raised her cummy hands and started clapping loudly.
The others all joined in, including Alan. Even Amy removed her hands from Alan's crotch so she could show her appreciation.
After a full minute of clapping, Susan poked her head around the corner. She was so overcome by their praise that a few tears of joy were dripping down her cheeks.