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Susan was still just watching the massage from next to the dancer's  pole. She was still a bit intimidated by the pole itself and by  Katherine's virtuoso performance a little while earlier. Her earlier  enthusiasm had melted away while she was waiting. She started to groove  about a little bit, but her movements were halting and awkward.

Alan spoke up. "What's wrong, Mom? I know what you're  thinking, that you don't think you're a good dancer. But don't worry  about it. Who's my favorite son fucker?" He briefly turned to Suzanne  and gave her an apologetic look, since she was a "son fucker" too.

Suzanne understood what he was trying to do, and looked back  in such a way as to convey that he should keep pumping Susan with those  kinds of comments and not worry about her.

Susan tried bumping her hip against the pole, but she was still frowning.

Katherine suggested, "Mom, I think you're overdressed. I know  you, and you always feel better, more confident, and sexier, when  you're naked in front of your son. Stand right in front of him and take  most everything off, and THEN dance."

Susan did that, wiggling out of everything but a see-through  tank top and black pair of panties. She bent over so close to Alan that  her butt bumped into Akami a couple of times. Her confidence and arousal  surged as she heard her son breathe heavily and moan a little bit.

But when she went back to the pole, she still felt intimidated. She started to move about, but she looked and felt awkward.

Alan could see she needed more encouragement. "Mom, you look  soooo sexy! I love the way those tiny panties look like they're about to  fall off your ass altogether. I have half a mind to up and fuck that  sexy ass of yours right now. What would you think, if I plunged my thick  dick into that tight asshole of yours in front of everybody?"

Susan smiled widely. It was like his words turned on a switch  that set her ass moving. "Any time, anywhere, Son! You know my ass -  and all the rest of me - belongs to you!" She played with her panties,  pulling them up and down. But the rest of her body remained relatively  still, and she didn't know what to do with the pole. She grabbed it, and  then let go as if the touch burned her fingers.

He could see she needed more encouragement. While Suzanne and  Xania massaged him, and Akami tickled his erection with the feather, he  said, "Come on, Mom. Who's my favorite son fucker? Who's the number one  knob nibbler? Who's the most loving big-titted incest mommy in the  whole world?"

Susan blushed and smiled shyly. "I am."

"Who's ready to gobble Alan Junior into her mouth at any time  of day or night? Who's already ready to spread her legs so her son can  make a big sperm deposit in her naughtiest places?"

"Me, and me again," Susan answered happily, though still looking bashful.

He encouraged her, "I didn't hear you. Who's hefty 38I  breasts are filled with milky goodness and who always has a mommy nipple  or two ready for draining?"

"I do," Susan said with a bigger smile and more enthusiasm.

"Well, let's see those milk jugs then. You know how happy it makes me to see you bare your beautiful breasts."

She said with a huge smile, "'Milk jugs' - I love it! You can  call them that a lot!" She dramatically yanked off the tank top, and  hefted her breasts up high with both hands.

Alan grinned. "I will. Mommy's milk jugs are just so perfect  in every way. I get so rock hard just thinking about them that I can  barely stand it."

"Really? You're just saying that." Susan started to really  get into her movements now. She was still hefting her rack up, but her  hips were churning and grinding to the steady beat of the Beatles song.

"It's true. Sometimes I get so hard in the middle of class just dreaming of my mommy's giant milk jugs that I can't even think."

She was practically blushing with happiness and pride from  his words, and her whole body slithered like a snake. She gushed, "I  wish you could fuck my tits right this very second!" Her hands lovingly  ran over her own chest as she turned to Katherine. "Angel, if Tiger gets  like that in class, you and the other cheerleaders need to do  something. Have Amy blow him in the bathroom!"

Katherine fed her mother's lust. "Bathroom? Heck, she and I should blow him right then and there, in the middle of the class!"

"YES!" Susan squealed excitedly. "Yes, you should!" Her body  began to move in slow motions to the steady pounding beat while she  proudly shed her top and thrust her chest forward. There were a few  drops of milk oozing out of her nipples, a fact she absolutely loved  because it reminded her of what he said about "milky goodness." She  swept up the dribble with a finger and sensuously licked it into her  mouth. "For you, Tiger, all for you."

Xania and Akami, as relative outsiders, were amused by the  whole situation. But there was a rising tide of lust affecting everyone,  and it was getting to them too. Xania kept her talented massage going,  but she found herself repeatedly brushing her hard nipples against  Alan's skin. And Akami was still playing with the feather, but she'd  also brought a hand up to hold his dick in place. Before long, it was  doing more stroking than holding.

Alan felt so good that he completely forgot his hands were cuffed together.

Katherine could see that while Susan was moving like a porn  star, she still wasn't using the dancing pole at all. So she said, "Hey  Mom. You know, when I was dancing, you know what worked for me? I  imagined the entire pole was my Big Brother's cock! Can you just imagine  that? An endlessly long erection?"

Susan looked at the pole with a nearly stunned surprise. She  immediately began making love to it - there was no other way to describe  it. She ground her crotch into it even before she'd discarded her  panties. She went so far as to run her tongue and lips up and down it.

Akami was particularly inspired by that. Since she had  control of Alan's real dick, she bent down and started licking it. She  periodically turned back towards Susan and tried to imitate the moves  she was making. It wasn't that she lacked moves of her own, but she  wanted some of Susan's passion to channel through her.

But then, with titfucking still on her mind, Susan suddenly  got the idea to push the pole into her cleavage. She began sliding her  entire body up and down, "titfucking" the pole with her chest while  grinding her pussy into it at the same time. The cold metal was making  nearly continual contact with her clit, driving her wild.

"Look, Son! You're fucking Mommy's tits! God DAMN you do have  a massive cock and you know just what to do with it! And you're such a  tease. You're dry humping your poor Mommy too!" Her whole body was  sliding up and down frantically now as she barreled up and up to an  overwhelming erotic climax.

Suzanne found herself inspired by that. She'd been  periodically massaging Alan's head, but she found herself rubbing her  naked tits into it instead. Then she caught herself, and said to Susan,  "Whoa there, Mommy! The idea's to provide some mellow and steady visual  stimulation, not have a one woman hyper orgy! If we don't watch out,  Sweetie's gonna blow his load too soon." She gave Akami a sharp look as  she made this last comment.

Akami sheepishly stopped her cocksucking.

Susan pouted, "Oh, poo! Sorry. Tiger, you're gonna have to titfuck Mommy later. Suzanne's being mean."

She disengaged from the pole and went back to a mellower  swaying and grooving. But she still continued to occasionally look at  and touch the pole like it was an extension of Alan's penis. She'd even  sometimes turn around and rub the cleft of her ass up and down the pole,  dry humping it as she'd go from standing, to kneeling, to standing  again.

Alan was a truly happy camper. Eventually, he was flipped  over on the table so the women could focus on his backside for a while,  but he was still positioned so he could watch Susan dance. Each pair of  hands caressing him were giving him a massage miles better than any he'd  ever had before. But with four pairs of massaging hands working on him  at once, it was practically a religious experience. He felt like he was  melting into another dimension, one of nothing but absolute relaxation  and joy.

Then, on top of that, Akami was back to tickling his hard-on  in the most delightful ways with the feather she was using. But what she  was doing was much more about suggestive tactile delights and surprises  then trying to coax an ejaculation out of him.

Meanwhile, Susan was doing a great job dancing. She didn't  have Katherine's moves or natural grace, but she was giving her daughter  a run for her money when it came to sheer sexual intensity and  enthusiasm.

Katherine was particularly attuned to Susan's dancing, and  occasionally said things to encourage her. "Mom, don't forget, you're  Alan's sex slave! Dance like a slave should dance for her master!"

As Susan ground her pussy into the pole, she replied, "Don't worry! I never, ever, ever forget that! It makes me so HOT!"

Despite the presence of the other women in the room, Susan  didn't look at any of them, not even when replying to Katherine. She was  dancing for Alan and Alan alone, continually staring at him with the  most intense "come hither and fuck me now" look imaginable.

Alan's moans and sighs registered pure happiness and arousal.

After one particularly loud sigh from Alan, Xania couldn't  help but laugh as she continued her massage. "You know, I've had a lot  of sex in my day and I've left a lot of guys with big smiles on their  faces, but Alan's so blissed out it's actually amusing. You lot all  spoil this boy rotten."

Suzanne commented, "I know. But in another way, not really.  He gives so much to us, too. He's become a non-stop babe fucking machine  for the whole family. No one else can drill us like he does, it's not  even close. Look at the poor guy. He'd rather fuck himself to death than  let any of us down or see any of US go unhappy. He's trying to juggle  so many things at once. He's like an engine that's been running non-stop  for days and is about to overheat and grind to a halt. What can we do  but try everything to help him recover?"

Serious now, Xania replied, "I hadn't thought of it quite  that way." Then she laughed, "But I still say he's the luckiest guy on  Earth! I think he's jiggling more things than he's juggling. I mean,  look at Susan." The busty mother happened to be grinding her pussy into  the pole again, while also virtually titfucking it. "She's so hot in  every way that I'm surprised smoke isn't rising from that pole!"

Alan closed his eyes and lost all track of time.

Everyone remained silent as a general rule, further  accentuating his tactile senses over all the others. When they did say  anything, it was done in whispers Alan couldn't hear over the Beatles  music.

After a while, nearly every muscle in his body had been  thoroughly massaged. All the massaging hands were tired, plus Susan ran  out of steam and stopped dancing (leaving the pole quite wet with her  pussy juices). So they flipped him over again and began working his  front side once more. Except, after a very brief frontal massage, all of  them began working him over with feathers.

Suzanne showed the others how to use the feathers so lightly  that Alan almost couldn't tell if he was being touched or not. It  brought him pleasurable shivers and goose bumps all over his body, which  felt simply amazing. They did the same with fingertips at the same  time, slowly sweeping over his skin almost imperceptibly.

The one exception to this was his cock and balls. In that  area, there were always fingers pressing in more aggressively, not to  mention that his crotch was the focus of much of the feather action.

After Susan had rested a little from her dancing, she knelt  down between Alan's legs. She looked back and forth between Suzanne,  Katherine, and Akami (since Akami was the one still "in control" of  Alan's erection). "I'm so HOT from all that dancing. Could I please,  please, please suck on it for a little while?"

No one had to ask what she meant by "it."

"I don't know," Suzanne replied. "We're doing a 'less is  more' kind of thing here. These light almost touches can be extremely  arousing. But you're kind of a 'more is more' person. You get carried  away."

Susan replied, "I promise I'll just suck on it in a really  mellow kind of way, even though I'm hot as an oven. I can restrain  myself, you know."

Suzanne rolled her eyes. "Very well. Let's see this restraint of yours."

Susan started sucking, and to almost everyone's surprise, she  did restrain herself. Perhaps it helped that she was exhausted from all  her dancing, but all she did was loll her tongue around his cockhead  while Akami teased his shaft with the feather.

As "Tomorrow Never Knows" played for at least the tenth time  in a row, Alan let out yet another deep and contented sigh and said, "It  can't get any better than this. Thanks again, everyone."