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SIX TIMES A DAY - Part 1 (MF, inc, slow, reluc, voy)

   by Spacer X (paul_t_22@yahoo.com)

   This is part of a longer e-novel.  The story has a lot of incestuous
themes.  Everyone in this story is aged eighteen or older.  This story is
just a fantasy and has no relation to real life.  It does not try to depict
realistic or appropriate behavior between the sexes.

   The characters' private thoughts are marked with [ and ].

   Part one starts off slow, with a lot of character development and build
up.  There is little actual intercourse for quite some time.

   All the parts put together ended up being something about the length of
a novel.  Mostly this was because there were so many pictures I wanted to
include.  I also wanted to throw in a whole bunch of archetypal sexual
partners: the virgin, the mother, the sister, the mature sophisticate, the
nurse, the psychiatrist, the cheerleader, the blonde bombshell, the
teacher, the submissive, the goody-goody girl next door, and so on.  Incest
wasn't meant to be a major theme but ended up that way, probably because
it's an easy way to create dramatic, forbidden fruit tension.  Please keep
in mind this is just a twisted fantasy and has absolutely nothing to do
with the real world.

   Please send questions or comments to Spacer at: paul_t_22@yahoo.com.



   CHAPTER 1: Introduction

   Suzanne Pestridge needed a man.  And she was after not just any man, but
Alan Plummer, the son of her best friend and next-door neighbor.  Susan's
son Alan was eighteen, and she thought of him as still a boy, but in fact
he was already very emotionally mature for his age.

   Suzanne was unhappily married to a rich man, but she hadn't divorced
because she didn't want her two children to live in a broken home.  Her
husband Eric wasn't a bad man; he was just one of those people who cared
more about money more than anything else.  He spent more time at work and
less with her until finally they stopped having sex altogether.  Suzanne
didn't think her husband was cheating; he just never had much of a sex
drive to begin with.

   Suzanne on the other hand was insatiable.  On the outside, her
shimmering green eyes radiated a serenity, grace, and sophistication that
perfectly reflected her inner personality.  But this persona masked a wild
and mischievous side.  For years, she had made up for her husband's lack of
attention by finding other lovers.

   Given Suzanne's appearance - a perfectly sculpted knockout from head to
toe - she had no trouble finding partners to fool around with.  She kept
her five foot eleven inch frame in great shape by working out every day,
but what really grabbed the attention of admirers were her large breasts.
Between her chest, sultry face, and long, curly, dark brown hair with a
touch of red, so many people compared her to Jessica Rabbit that she had a
strong desire to strangle that particular bunny.

   She'd married Eric fresh out of high school, and she was now 39.  But as
they grew richer and richer, she grew more and more bored with her other
lovers.  About the only people she could meet lately were other upper class
snobs from her part of town.  There were many attractive men well versed in
having mistresses and lovers, and knew how to keep such things a secret. 
But it was all so formulaic; she no longer found any pleasure in it, aside
from the pure physical joy of making love.  She craved something more
emotional, more forbidden, and unpredictable.

   Of all the males she knew, the only one who wasn't a vacuous yuppie
businessman type was Alan, Susan's son.  Susan lived in a big house next
door to Suzanne's.  The two women were not only extremely close best
friends, but neither one really had any other friendships that came
anywhere close.

   Susan's marriage to her husband Ron was also an unhappy one.  He was
nice enough, but his job took him overseas for all but a few weeks out of
the year.  Like Suzanne's husband Eric, Ron was rich because he worked
hard, and focused on money.  Their two children Alan and Katherine felt
like they didn't have a father, which was essentially true.

   On the surface, Susan was very similar to her closest friend Suzanne. 
Susan also had a big breasted, beautiful body.  They had the same height,
weight, and even wore all the same size clothes.  But their personalities
were quite different, and these differences were reflected in Susan's face.
She had a pure and innocent look to her that no doubt reflected her strict
upbringing.  She knew no sex other than the missionary position with her
husband, who she married straight out of high school.  She'd never even
masturbated in her life, as she was taught it was a horrible sin.  And even
though her thirty-seven years made her only two years younger than Suzanne,
she looked much younger.  It irked Suzanne that when they would go out
together Susan would sometimes get carded for alcohol and but she never
would.

   Even their different hairdos reflected their different personalities. 
Both had long dark hair, but Suzanne had hers stylishly curled, with a long
teased strand that hung down over her extremely pale skin.  Susan's cut was
straight and simple.  While Suzanne's hair flowed freely in every
direction, Susan kept hers restrained with hair bands.  In fact, Susan did
about everything she could to hide her tremendous beauty.  She hid her dark
brown eyes behind a pair of bookish glasses, and wore conservative clothing
that she hoped would hide her hourglass figure.  It was unusual for her to
even be seen in short sleeve shirts, despite the year round heat where they
lived in Southern California.  Suzanne was flattered when men openly
admired her, whereas it bothered and even upset Susan's sense of morality
and proper behavior.

   Susan was very proud of her children Alan and Katherine, and raised them
well despite the lack of a father's presence.  Alan in particular was an
outstanding child in every way.  He was only a senior in high school, yet
he already seemed to carry himself with a maturity of someone ten years
older.  He was extremely intelligent, caring, and friendly.  He was the
kind of person to help an old lady cross the street, because that was the
way he was raised.  He only had one major flaw - a lack of energy.  He
slept a lot at night, napped every afternoon, and when he wasn't sleeping
he often felt tired and lethargic.  So his grades weren't as good as some
others who worked harder and longer on their homework, but he mostly made
up for that with his high intelligence.

   He also had a physical flaw in that he was too tall for his age -
already six foot one inch - and his body was still racing to fill out his
great growth spurts in recent years.  He was finally starting to put on
more bulk and muscle, and was generally considered good looking.  He was
overdue to experience girls and romance.  However, so far he had yet to so
much as kiss a girl, because he only had a few crushes and they had yet to
be reciprocated.  As a result, he was still shy and awkward around women.

   Few people appreciated Alan's attributes more than Suzanne.  She knew
every detail of Alan's life as well as his own mother did.  This was
because, not needing to work, they spent a large part of each day talking
to each other, and of course they constantly discussed their children. 
Susan's two children and Suzanne's two children were roughly the same age
and took many of the same classes at school.  From a young age, each mother
heard all the gossip and news about the other's children.  Both felt almost
as if they were attending high school along with their children.

   In fact, Suzanne was a member of Susan's family in just about every way.
She didn't like being around her own husband Eric, who was actually home
quite a lot in the evenings, so she went over to the Plummer house nearly
every day and evening.  She had her own keys to Susan house, helped Susan
with the chores, and did just about everything except eat and sleep there.
Suzanne secretly wished that Susan's family was actually her own, since her
own children were in their own little worlds and didn't seem to need her
much any more.  In any case, both children would soon graduate and probably
move far away, leaving her alone.

   And then there was her growing desire for Alan.  Now that he was turning
into a man, she desperately wanted to seduce him.  But although she could
see him all the time, there really was no opportunity for her to be alone
with him.  Because Suzanne was so close to Alan's mother Susan and the two
women kept virtually no secrets from each other, she knew it would be next
to impossible for her to keep an affair with Alan secret for long.  And if
it did happen and was exposed, she would risk losing her best friends,
Susan Plummer and her two children.

   CHAPTER 2 (Monday, Sept.  16)

   However, Suzanne was a very clever woman.  Her years of extramarital
affairs had taught her many practical lessons in duplicity, and she'd come
to enjoy cooking up new intrigues.  Her target for her next affair was a
doctor named Wilt Fredrickson.  The fact that he was a doctor opened up
possibilities in her scheming head.

   Furthermore, she understood the personalities of men very well, and had
Dr.  Fredrickson pegged.  He was a nice, moral man, but when it came to sex
he clearly fell into the category "thinking with the wrong head." After
just a few not very necessary medical appointments, Suzanne could tell he
was recklessly cheating on his wife.  It was clear to Suzanne's experienced
eye that he was regularly sleeping with his pretty nurse.  Furthermore, she
probed for gossip about him and discovered he'd had affairs beyond
counting. Obviously he fully took advantage of his status as a good-looking
doctor to perfect cheating on his wife to an art form.  Suzanne strongly
suspected the reason he became a doctor in the first place was for the
opportunities with women it provided.

   Suzanne knew just how to handle him.  When she turned on her "come
hither and fuck me" look, she always got her man.  She'd only known him for
a month, but he was already completely wrapped around her finger.  He was
bursting with anticipation to have sex with her, and now she merely had to
figure out how she could best use him.

   She thought to herself, [All I need to do is get Dr.  Fredrickson to
diagnose Alan with a sexual ailment that I could help in "curing." I've got
him so hopelessly desperate for sex that he'd practically rob a bank if I
promised him sex in return.  Certainly I can get him to make up one little
harmless made-up diagnosis.  I'll get him to say that Alan has to have
orgasms constantly, every day.  Alan doesn't have a girlfriend now, and
since I know his life like the back of my hand, I know he won't be getting
a girlfriend any time soon either.  So Alan will need "help" before too
long, and I'll volunteer!  Soon I'll be able to have sex with him all the
time, and his mother not only won't mind, but she'll thank me for doing him
a vital medical service!]

   The key to making her scheme work was some kind of plausible diagnosis
that would convince Alan and Susan that Alan needed a regular prescription
of fucking.  She allowed Dr.  Fredrickson to take her out on several dates,
and after teasing and kissing him until he was literally panting for more,
she brazenly dropped the idea on him: sex in return for one "little favor."
Despite a show of protest he fell for it completely, as she knew he would,
and she played him just like a puppet.  Once he was on board with the
concept, he actually worked with her to refine her ideas and give them more
medical plausibility to reduce the chances of getting found out.

   Now, everything was ready.  In reality, it was a no risk situation for
the doctor and her, a point that helped convince him.  If for some reason
Alan or his mother didn't buy the set up, she had so much sway with the
Plummer family that she was certain she could smooth everything over. 
Admittedly, there was a chance it wouldn't work out.  But if it didn't
succeed, she'd find some other scheme until she had what she wanted.  She
really did always get her man.

   Susan escorted her son Alan into Dr.  Wilt Fredrickson's office. 
Suzanne had recommended the doctor, saying he was a specialist who might be
able to help cure Alan's constant tiredness problem.  A few days earlier,
Alan had been to the same office to take a battery of tests.  Dr. 
Fredrickson talked to him then about hormones and thyroid levels.  He said
that a hormonal imbalance was often the cause of tiredness, but that such
imbalances could now be detected and rectified with the right medication.
Usually the problem was with the thyroid levels.  He was optimistic that he
could help Alan and give him the energy of any one else his age.  The tests
were done, and now the doctor wanted to discuss the results with him and
his mother.

   Dr.  Fredrickson's nurse Akami Fubuki escorted them to a room and told
them to wait for the doctor.  Alan thought Akami was quite a beauty.  He
guessed she was half Japanese and half Caucasian, because she had physical
traits of both.  Her facial features made her look both intelligent and
intense, which she was.  In fact, she looked more like a doctor than the
baby faced Dr.  Fredrickson did, and the lab coat she wore made her look
more like a doctor than a nurse.  Alan guessed the raven haired beauty was
in her early thirties.  To keep his mind off of his medical appointment, he
followed Akami's breasts around the room as she prepared things for the
doctor, even though he couldn't see much of them through her uniform.  He
thought, [Her breasts aren't enormous like Mom's or Suzanne's, but they're
generous for a Japanese woman.]

   But his furtive gazing was interrupted by the entrance of Dr. 
Fredrickson.  "Thank you nurse, that will be all," the doctor brusquely
said to Akami as he swept into the room.  The nurse got up and left.

   The doctor gave his diagnosis to Alan and his mother.  "Alan, I have
mostly good news, but also some potentially bad news.  You do in fact have
very irregular hormone levels, but I believe it can be adjusted through
treatment.  As we can see here" - he took some charts of test results and
began showing them to Susan and Alan - "most hormonal levels are normal,
but some are extremely low.  Look at these results here." He pointed to two
graphs in particular.  Unbeknownst even to nurse Akami, the doctor came
into his office the night before and altered Alan's test results on the
computer before printing out the charts.

   The doctor went on to give a complicated explanation about Alan's
supposed hormone problem.  In short, he pointed to the charts and other
data to suggest Alan was lacking in sex hormones such as testosterone and
estrogen.  He claimed that this in turn was affecting his thyroid levels,
and thus making him tired.  Both Alan and his mother found the explanation
logical and reasonable.

   Dr.  Fredrickson began asking Alan a series of questions, which Alan had
no problem answering, until the doctor asked, "What about your sexual
activity?  Do you mind if I ask if how frequently you engage in sexual
intercourse?"

   Alan's face turned red in embarrassment.  He was raised very
conservatively, and as he essentially didn't have a father, he never had a
frank "birds and the bees" talk.  He didn't know the first thing about sex,
and have never even kissed a girl.  His mother Susan was so proper and
moralistic, he couldn't imagine talking about this kind of thing in her
presence, but now she was sitting right next to him.

   "Um, I'm a..." was all he was able to get out of his mouth.  He stopped
talking and bowed his head down.

   "Let me answer that question," responded his mother, in a take-charge
voice.  "Alan is bit embarrassed talking about these kinds of things." Alan
looked up appreciatively towards her.

   "He's never had sexual intercourse, and in fact, he's never really had a
girlfriend.  He's only eighteen.  I know kids are getting, uh, romantically
active at younger ages these days, but there are many boys his age in his
same boat.  I hope you're not insinuating that he is somehow inadequate,
because he's a very normal, healthy boy.  He has very normal sexual
desires, I'm sure.  It's just that he hasn't found the right girl yet."

   "I'm glad to hear that," replied the doctor.  "Because this is very
relevant to his condition.  And please don't be offended, but we need to be
frank and honest here.  Can either of you tell me how frequently Alan
masturbates?S"

   Now it was Susan's turn to start blushing, as she found even the mention
of masturbation far beyond the pale.  She in fact had no mental conception
of her boy masturbating at all.  So she had to ask him, "Alan, can you
please answer that question for the doctor?  If you masturbate, just nod
your head." He nodded his head without raising it.

   "If you do it more than once a week, on average, nod your head again,
okay, Tiger?" Tiger was Susan's pet name for him, dating back to when he
was a little boy with tiger-themed pajamas.

   He nodded his head again.  "Twice?" More shy nodding.  "Three times?"
Another nod.  "More than once a day?" He nodded again.  "Twice a day?" His
mother was starting to grow incredulous.  She never imagined that he
masturbated at all.  In fact he did it twice or more a day almost every
day, but detecting his mother's tone, he shook his head no in response to
that.  He didn't want her to think he was weird.

   "So doctor," Susan concluded, "I think we can say between one and two
times a day."

   "Thank you, Mrs.  Plummer," the doctor responded.  "That's actually
about average for someone his age.  Eighteen years old is the sexual peak
for men, whereas it is about thirty-six for females.  Some boys masturbate
more times a day than one can practically imagine.  Despite what many
people think, virtually 99% of boys are frequently masturbating at his age.
Alan's level of activity shows he has a healthy sexual drive, which is good
news.

   "Because of that, let me change the discussion to what can be done about
his condition.  Such low levels of sexual hormones are extremely unusual.
I've never seen a case like this.  But I did some research after I got the
test results, and I've determined there are several possible cures for his
condition.  One, the usual treatment, would be to give him pills that would
boost his testosterone and estrogen levels.  But I warn that this could
have a whole range of unpleasant side effects.  For instance, there are
decent odds that his breasts would grow large like a female's.  Certainly
that can be very shameful and hard to hide for someone his age.

   "But there is another possible solution, one that would cause his body
to naturally produce more of these hormones." Dr.  Fredrickson paused, and
nervously coughed.  Up to this point, everything he said had a grain of
truth in it - even Alan's test results were only exaggerated and not
completely forged out of whole cloth.  Alan did really have very low
thyroid levels, which no doubt explained his energy problem.  But now the
doctor was moving into grounds that could get him disbarred if his lies
were exposed.  On the other hand, he figured these lies Suzanne had thought
up were at least clever and had a certain logical consistency to them.  He
mentally crossed his fingers, hoping these two would buy it, and pressed
on.

   "If Alan can ramp up his sexual activity, it will cause his body to
begin producing more sexual hormones.  This works in the same way that
repeated stimulation of a woman's nipples eventually causes her to lactate,
even if she does not have a baby at the time.  The body tries to adjust in
response to new needs.  This process is very dependable.  For Alan, I would
recommend that he stimulate his penis an average of six times a day.  More,
if he can.  But six is already a great amount, because one missed day would
mean twelve the next to make up for it, if you can imagine that.  Prolonged
stimulation followed by orgasm will cause his body to begin producing more
sexual hormones within a matter of weeks.  This in turn is almost certainly
guaranteed to raise his energy level and will have none of the side effects
of using pills, since it is a completely natural process."

   Both mother and son were too shocked at this turn of events to respond.
Alan's mouth actually hung open.  The doctor continued.

   "I know that both of these solutions are not ideal.  That's why I
originally said that I had both good news and bad news.  As your doctor, I
would recommend the second solution, if Alan can manage it.  The breast
growth I mentioned for the first solution is just one of many possible
negative side effects, all of which are of a disturbing sexual nature.  I'd
rather not describe them in detail unless necessary.  If Alan can find
himself a girlfriend quickly, and one who would be able to help, this
second solution could actually be completely pleasurable for him, and
virtually unnoticeable as a medical treatment.  Just a change of lifestyle.
On the other hand, some people are morally opposed to masturbation and or
sex outside of marriage.  So if that's the case, we still have the first
solution.  Either way, I'm confident we can overcome his problem.  But of
course the decision is up to you, Alan, and your parents."

   Alan and his mother looked at each other.  Alan was quiet, and then
blurted out, "I want the second solution.  I don't want to have female
breasts or some weird stuff like that.  I don't think there's anything
morally wrong with sexual stimulation, either.  I know it's weird, but I
want to be a normal kid, and not tired all the time!"

   His mother looked at him questioningly.  Even though she now lived in
freewheeling Southern California, she grew up in a small Midwestern town
that had pretty much never heard of the sexual revolution.  She had been
taught that masturbation was evil, made you go blind, and all that.  But
she didn't want her son to have his hormones out of whack or grow breasts
either.

   She smiled in sympathy.  "Okay Son, if that's what you want, then it's
what I want." She reached out and grabbed his hand and they squeezed hands
in support of each other.  They smiled at each other as loving mother and
son.

   CHAPTER 3

   Dr.  Fredrickson smiled a broad smile.  He was more than a little happy
that they agreed, because it meant that they weren't suspicious of his
bullshit story.  It also meant that that incredible knockout Suzanne would
be very happy with him.  He planned to get his reward and be fucking her
nearly as soon as these two were out the door.

   "Excellent!" said the doctor.  "I do believe you've made the right
choice.  However, before you agree, let me warn you about a few other
things.  For one, you'll be making a long-term commitment.  If Alan's level
of sexual stimulation returns to current levels, it's likely that his
hormone levels will also change back as well.  This is one area that isn't
understood well since very few people have undertaken this treatment.  It
can be that after some time the change will become permanent, but then
again it may not.  That may be something we can explore in the future by
lowering the level of stimulation and see if there's a change.  But on the
other hand, it may mean this will have to be something he'll need to do for
years, if not decades.  We just can't tell for sure at this point.

   "Secondly, there isn't much research on this condition or treatment, but
from the little there is, it appears that half measures are not usually
effective.  In other words, averaging only four stimulations a day is
unlikely to lead to any effect at all.  We'll try six to begin with, and
see if that's enough or too much.  We can have further appointments to test
your progress.  But you must average six with little variation.  If you are
short on one day, try your best to make up for it on the next.

   "Third, and finally, contrary to popular belief, masturbation is not bad
for you.  You don't go blind." The mother and son smiled nervous smiles at
that.  "In fact, recent studies have shown that frequent masturbation will
lower the risk of prostate cancer in later life, an effect that does not
occur with a similar level of sexual intercourse.  But given the high level
of stimulation Alan will now need, if he masturbates himself six times a
day, every single day of the year, it could lead to problems with his
penis: chafing of the skin, unnatural bends, irregular polyps, and so
forth. I highly recommend first, that Alan uses KY Jelly or some other form
of lubricant, and second, that at least half of the stimulation be done by
someone else.  In other words, for at least three of his six times a day,
he should get stimulated by a female either manually or, even better,
orally.  That would be ideal.  The mouth creates the proper level of
friction without so much rough abuse of the skin.  And of course sexual
penetration is also ideal and has no ill effects on the penis no matter how
frequently practiced."

   "Oh my God," responded Susan, "That's horrible!" Her shock was a
combination of the talk of penis damage, Alan's lack of a girlfriend to
assist, and just the idea of masturbation generally.  One part of her
realized the stories of masturbation causing blindness were myths, but she
had still internalized the idea that masturbation was wrong and somehow
dangerous.  This talk of dangerous polyps confirmed these fears.  She also
realized Alan was nowhere near asking any girl out.  "What'll we do?" she
said imploringly.  "I don't think Alan is anywhere near finding a girl who
can help him out like that!"

   "I'm sure you can come up with some kind of solution," said the doctor
confidently.  He thought of Suzanne - after all, she'd explained to him
this was her purpose for the whole story.  His lies were meant to give a
thin veneer of respectability that would allow her to seduce her friend's
son in the guise of giving him medically needed relief.  "See if there's
anyone you know willing to help.  Perhaps hire someone, if all else fails.
Or if you can't find any solution, you can always give up and have Alan
take the pills instead.

   "But I highly recommend that whatever you do, please be extremely
careful about who you tell.  I would hesitate even telling other medical
professionals.  His case is so unusual, it almost sounds like an urban
legend.  As a professional myself, I know that many can't resist telling
others about extremely unusual cases.  A doctor has a patient with
something highly unusual like a hundred pound goiter, and he tells just a
couple of people in strict confidence, and they do the same, and so it
spreads.  Sometimes such stories even make the newspaper.  And if this were
to become well known, I don't need to point out how merciless Alan's
classmates would be about his treatment.  So if you hire a professional,
make 100% sure that person will not tell another soul."

   Alan couldn't figure out if all of this was a really great thing or
really bad thing.  [I have a feeling that masturbating that much and being
forced to do it will take all the pleasure out of it and even turn it into
a chore.  Plus, I'm not likely to find any woman to help me out any time
soon.  In fact, the pressure of medical need is gonna make it that much
harder for me to find a girlfriend.  How absurd would it be to ask a girl,
"Could you please pleasure me six times a day?  I need it for my medical
treatment." No one would agree to that - that would be completely insane!]

   Susan's worries increased.  She thought, [No way am I going to trust a
stranger with that secret and turn Alan into a real-life "urban legend"
laughingstock.  I'm not going to tell a soul - not anyone!  Which means
Alan will have no choice but to masturbate, and get all those deformities.]
Suddenly, a new and even more disturbing thought occurred to her, as she
recalled his revelation that he masturbated every day.  "Doctor, how do we
know that his um, private part is not already malformed from his, uh,
attention?" The straight-laced mother couldn't even get herself to say the
words "penis" and "masturbating."

   "We don't," replied the doctor, more thinking aloud than anything else.
[What does that mean, to keep this charade believable?] he thought to
himself.  He reluctantly told them, "I suppose we'll have to examine Alan's
penis now, to use as a later basis for comparison.

   "Alan, please change into a hospital gown, if you don't mind," the
doctor continued.  Alan was still dressed in his street clothes, since the
original idea of the appointment was only to discuss test results.  "Then
get up on this examination table and put your feet in these stirrups." Alan
changed clothing, then got onto the adjustable examination table and put
his feet in the stirrup attachments.

   The doctor put on a pair of gloves and thought more about what he would
do next.  He figured he had been boxed into examining Alan's penis, but as
a straight male who didn't do this kind of thing with his regular ear, eye,
and nose patients, he had no desire to do so.  In fact, he was rather
homophobic.  He began to try to think of a way out of this.

   Alan sat in the stirrups, beet red with embarrassment, while the doctor
fiddled with his gloves.  The gown was open down his back, and so short in
the legs that it left his genitals completely exposed as long as his feet
were in the stirrups.  Alan head's hung down so he didn't have to make eye
contact with anyone.  He didn't know which was more embarrassing, being
naked in front of his mother, or in front of another man.

   The doctor crouched down in front of Alan's crotch, and motioned Alan's
mother to come close by as well.  "Come over here and sit next to me.  You
need to see the tell tale signs as well.  In fact, why don't you pull those
two chairs over?" Susan grabbed two chairs, sat in one, and then gave the
other for the doctor to sit in.  They both leaned in towards Alan's penis.
Susan pretended to be following the doctor's orders, but in fact she closed
her eyes tight.

   Alan's penis was flaccid because he was so embarrassed and even
humiliated.  That disappointed the doctor, who thought, [Damn, it'll have
to be erect to be closely examined.  Not to mention, it has to be measured
to see if his low hormone levels had stunted its growth. ...  Wait a
minute!] the doctor suddenly thought to himself.  [This whole stuff about
low hormones is made up, but I'm starting to believe it myself!  I'm
getting so into the lie that I've even tricked myself, so I certainly must
have tricked them.]

   He continued, "Uh, Alan, we need your penis erect so it can be properly
examined and measured.  Can you get it erect?" Alan was so horrified at
that idea that he couldn't even form a response.

   The doctor turned to Susan.  "You don't mind, Mrs.  Plummer?  Can you do
something to help him get erect?" He motioned to the mother as if she
should grab Alan's penis and make it grow somehow.  With the doctor's eyes
on her, she was forced to open her eyes and look at Alan's crotch.

   "I very much do mind!" she responded in indignation.  The mere thought
of sitting on a chair and staring at her son's penis from inches away was
something she never could have imagined.  The Plummer household was
extremely careful about nudity, and she hadn't seen her son naked since he
was a very little boy.  Neither had he seen her naked or even partially
undressed in all that time.  She took a look at his penis, and even though
it was flaccid, she felt her heart leap into her throat in shock and
embarrassment.  She turned away to listen to the doctor.

   "I understand," said the doctor, "but I assure you it's medically
necessary.  His penis needs to be checked regularly for abnormalities, and
I don't want to have a regular special appointment just for that.  This is
out of my area of expertise.  As your new general practitioner, I don't
mind taking on this kind of case, but I've never had to do this before, and
frankly I would prefer if you would touch the penis and check it.  That way
you can do it at home, just like periodic breast cancer checks."

   "No!  I'm sorry doctor, but I just can't possibly agree with that!" Her
hands were trembling at the very thought.  Her face looked absolutely
aghast, and the doctor could see the idea was a no-go.

   "Alright then, let's see..." [Ah yes, the nurse.  This is what she is
for.] "If you don't mind, can we bring in the nurse, and she can show you
the procedure?  I hesitate to bring in more people on Alan's problem, but I
see no other choice."

   [What a relief!] thought Susan.  [I'll do a lot of things for my son's
health, but not that!] "Yes, please."

   The doctor left the room to find the nurse.  Meanwhile, Susan grabbed
Alan's hand and squeezed it in a sign of support.  "Be strong, Alan.  Don't
worry, everything is going to be alright." Alan finally looked up and into
her eyes, and smiled.  Her encouragement gave him strength to continue with
this humiliation, even though her hand was trembling.  "And neverfear," she
continued, "I won't let anyone find out about this.  It all will work out
fine."

   She squeezed his hand again, and stole another glance at his penis.  She
couldn't help but satiate her curiosity.  [Damn!  I think it's bigger than
his father's!] She quickly banished the unmotherly thought from her head,
and turned away.

   As Susan was doing this, the nurse Akami Fubuki opened the door and
walked into the room.  Susan pulled her eyes away from her brief inspection
of her son's crotch, but not before Akami noticed where the mother was
staring.  Akami stared at Susan with a knowing look, and Susan's heart
nearly stopped, she was so terrified that the nurse would say something. 
But the nurse just continued to smile, and kept her mouth shut.

   Alan also looked at the nurse standing in the doorway, and felt he was
falling in love.  Or at least lust.  She seemed much more sophisticated and
sexy than the girls at school.  He knew how absurd the idea of such
attraction was, and knew that Akami would never give him a second glance,
but he couldn't help his feelings.

   CHAPTER 4

   Dr.  Fredrickson came back in.  Akami put on a pair of gloves as the
doctor explained the basics about Alan's condition.  The nurse's
involvement was not part of Suzanne's original plan.  Suzanne had Dr. 
Fredrickson swear to complete secrecy, and no doubt she would be upset to
find out that he'd told someone else already.  But the doctor knew that
Akami could be trusted not to tell anyone else, as he thought, [She's kept
my affair with her completely secret, for one.  But what she will think or
do with the information herself?  Surely as a medical professional, she'll
have doubts about the whole made-up story.  Is she going to give me a hard
time about this later?]

   Finally, everything was ready.  Alan still sat in the stirrups with his
flaccid penis exposed for three adults to see.  This time, Akami sat in the
doctor's chair, and Susan was told to take the chair next to it, and Dr. 
Fredrickson stood behind.

   "Alan," said the doctor, "before the nurse can proceed, you need to make
your penis erect.  Can you do that right now?"

   [Who is he kidding?!?] thought Alan.  [How can I do that on command,
with three people staring at me, including my own mother!] He just frowned
and looked desperately around the room, as if he could find a hole to climb
out of and escape.

   "Can you think of something sexy?" said the doctor encouragingly.  But
the idea was obviously a no-go, judging from Alan's face.  "Perhaps you'd
like some privacy?  Or we can come back when you're ready?"

   "No," said Alan, wincing with embarrassment.  "I just can't touch
myself...  there...  in, uh, outside my house.  I'm too...  Sorry, I just
can't!"

   "That's okay," the doctor said consolingly.  "Would you mind if the
nurse stimulates you?" Alan was too shocked to even respond to that, and
the nurse herself raised a curious eyebrow.  The doctor took the ensuing
silence for a yes.  "I'm sorry Alan and Mrs.  Plummer, but I see no other
solution.  Do you see one, Mrs.  Plummer?" Susan was too stunned to speak.
"No?  Well then, let's try to hurry this up.  Your appointment is already
taking much longer than expected.  Akami, if you would please...?"

   Few normal doctors would ask such a thing of their nurses, but Dr. 
Fredrickson didn't see the situation like most, especially since he was
fucking Akami on a daily basis.  He enjoyed having her suck his penis
almost more than fucking her.  He knew she certainly wouldn't mind.

   Akami said nothing about the unusual request, and simply grabbed Alan's
penis and began rubbing it.  At first, she started rubbing it gently, at
the base.  But Alan's dick initially failed to revive.  His mind was too
frazzled to fully comprehend what was happening.  [Like a minute ago I was
just thinking that I was falling in love with Akami, and now she's suddenly
holding my penis?  Unreal!  This isn't happening!]

   The nurse saw this as more than a bit demeaning, and wanted to get it
over with quickly.  So in a very soothing voice, she said to Alan, "Just
close your eyes, and relax.  Imagine sexy things.  Imagine me naked, if you
think that will help.  Would you like me to get naked?  I will if you want
me to.  Do you want me to take off my shirt and my bra, and expose my
breasts to your eyes?  Would you like to..."

   The doctor interrupted her.  "Thank you very much, nurse.  It looks like
you have been successful." He almost added, "as usual," but luckily stopped
himself in time.  Sure enough, Alan's penis was sticking out its full
length in a matter of seconds, thanks mostly to Akami's words.  Akami
realized that the doctor purposely cut her off before she got too nasty
with her talk.  She loved to talk like a slut, but understood now wasn't
the best time, especially with Mrs.  Plummer sitting next to her.  She took
her hands off of the penis.

   >From where Susan was sitting, she could just see Alan's penis between
his leg and the nurse leaning forward.  She was beside herself with shock,
but also strangely fascinated.  [It IS bigger than my husband's!] she
realized.

   "Mrs.  Plummer, as you can see, Akami will now start at the base" -
Akami took one hand and placed it at the base of the cock, while her other
hand resumed rubbing his penis at the sensitive spot near the tip.  "She
will use her thumb to press against every bit of the surface, and check for
polyps or anything else, like an unusual protrusion.  Her other hand, I
suppose...  is making sure that the erection is steadily maintained." Dr.
Fredrickson thought disapprovingly to himself, [That isn't really necessary
at this point Akami, but if you ask a horny bitch to rub a cock, she's
going to do a thoroughly good job about it!] Suzanne had told him to tell
them a story about "checking for abnormalities" so that could serve as a
foot in the door for her helping with Alan's penis in the future.  But the
doctor didn't count on having Akami actually perform it in front of them.

   Akami proceeded to press her thumb against every part of Alan's penis,
as if she was making a pattern around the sides of a clay jar.  As she
moved up towards the tip, she moved her other hand towards the base and
kept rubbing.  [Might as well make the most of the opportunity,] she
thought.  She'd never touched a penis in her several years of professional
duties as Dr.  Fredrickson's nurse, except of course for Dr. 
Fredrickson's. She figured the chance might not come again soon.

   Her experience with hand jobs was coming in handy, as she was able to
keep Alan right on the verge of orgasm without actually pushing him over
it. He was in exquisite agony, as she took her sweet time to complete the
procedure.  He kept his eyes shut tight to forget all the people staring at
him, and the intense feelings she was making him experience soon pushed his
embarrassment out of his mind.

   Susan meanwhile was extremely agitated.  She never had an incestuous
thought in her life.  But staring at a penis that was being jacked off only
a few feet away was beginning to have the inevitable, natural effect on her
libido.  She was even more aghast to see the penis was now dripping
pre-cum.

   But Susan was in denial, refusing to even contemplate the thought that
she could be turned on by her son's penis.  Instead, she told herself that
she was merely curious to make sure there was nothing wrong with it.  She
kept staring at it, and then turning away.  But after a while it became
clear no one was paying attention to what she was looking at, least of all
Alan who had his eyes firmly shut, so she started gawking more openly.

   She unconsciously squatted down behind Akami to have a better look.  She
continued to move her head closer and closer, as if she was a perfectly
attentive student of the procedure.  The doctor continued to ramble on
about what to look for, unnatural bends and so forth, but in fact, she
couldn't focus on his words.  He could have been speaking Swahili, for all
she knew.  Soon, her mouth was only about a foot from the tip of his penis.
She began to idly think, [It's so close.  I could almost reach out and
touch it.  Just like what the nurse is doing. ...  No, not like that! 
That's too sexual.  But just to touch it, just to see...] But right then,
she noticed that all movement stopped.  She came out of her mental fog
enough to hear the doctor say to the nurse, "Thank you, Ms.  Fubuki.  Sorry
for making you go through that." Akami pulled back and sat back in her
seat, and so Susan did so as well, in imitation.

   Alan had kept his eyes closed the entire time.  Finally he opened them
up and looked around.  [Hunh, that's funny.  Akami and Mom both look like
they're, well ...  bothered or something.  Maybe my mom is angry?  The
doctor seems very calm and collected, though.] Dr.  Fredrickson stood a
ways off and had tried to look in the direction of the penis as little as
possible.

   Alan heard the doctor say, "That completes the examination of the penis.
However, it is also important to periodically check the scrotum.  One must
be particularly careful about testicular cancer, but there is a way to
check for that..."

   Before too long, Akami's hands were on him again.  He'd grown flaccid
upon seeing all the people around him, but Akami soon took care of that. 
He closed his eyes in embarrassment again and again found his mind
overwhelmed by sheer pleasure.  A couple times, the doctor asked him to
cough.  Akami used one hand to massage his balls and the other began
rubbing his penis again.  Neither Alan nor his mother stopped to consider
why she was doing this, since there was no real need to maintain his
erection at this point, but both of them were having an incredibly
difficult time thinking straight.

   Again, Akami took many times longer than such a check would normally
take.  Finally, just as Alan felt he could take no more and would shoot his
jism all over the crowded room, the doctor announced that the testicular
check was done.  Soon the situation was back to normal.  Alan was
incredibly relieved that the doctor asked him to put his underwear back on.

   The doctor continued to talk as Alan got dressed.  He explained more
about the need for periodic checkups.  He said that both of them should
come back in a month, and they would take more hormonal tests.  They could
discuss the results by phone a few days after that.  Then they would
continue with monthly appointments for the time being.  He didn't mention
anything more about the need for more home penis abnormality checks, to the
great relief of both Alan and his mother.

   He then happily pronounced that Alan's penis was not abnormal in any
way, and that everything about it was fine, including its length.  But
then, in saying that, he realized that they had forgotten to measure it. 
He thought to himself, [I have to admit, this is all really turning me on.
I guess I'm just a randy goat, like everyone says.  Especially seeing the
looks in the faces of Akami and Alan's mother.  Susan is so gorgeous, and
the way she looks so painfully tortured but secretly aroused by her own son
is such a turn on.  I wish I had a picture of how she looked when I asked
her to touch her son's penis.  I must be a twisted fuck, but why don't I
just drag this out a little more?  I'll say we have to measure the penis,
and hey, we can even ask for a sperm sample.]

   In an authoritative doctor's voice, he said, "Sorry, Alan, it just
occurred to me we need to measure your penis.  Could you please take off
your pants again?"

   To his horror, Alan realized he would need to get hard again.  As he
took off his pants and shorts for the second time and exposed his
flaccidness, he took a look at Akami.

   She smiled at him and winked.  "Would you like me to help you with
that?" she asked seductively.  "We'll have to measure its full length."

   He was half hard by the time she put her hands on it, and grew
completely hard not long after.  Once again, she continued to massage his
penis long after it was really necessary.  Her face drew so close to his
penis that he could feel her increasingly ragged breath on it.  It suddenly
occurred to him that the whole procedure might be exciting Akami in some
way as well.  For a complete virgin like Alan, this was easily the most
sexual experience he'd ever had.

   Susan also found her breath growing ragged.  She was fascinated at the
way pre-cum was now dribbling out of the tip of Alan's penis at a steady
rate.  The only times she ever made love to her husband was in the dark in
the missionary position, so she was unfamiliar with such sights.  She was
scandalized when Akami simply rubbed her hands right over the pre-cum and
used it to lubricate his penis.

   The doctor took out a ruler and gave it to Akami.  His penis measured
almost eight inches.  "Let's call it eight," the doctor said generously. 
Alan himself didn't know until that moment how long it was.  [I guess
that's better than normal,] he thought to himself, not really sure what
normal was.

   Susan decided Alan was about two inches longer than her husband's, which
was the only other penis she was at all familiar with.

   Akami stopped rubbing in order to make the measurement, and not long
after that the doctor told him to put his pants on again.  He gave him a
cup and told him that he could use the bathroom to produce a sperm sample.
The doctor decided that to have Akami help create the sperm sample right in
front of Susan would be pushing the boundaries of decorum too far.

   Alan waddled off to the bathroom, and was able to get off in record
time. Just a few minutes earlier he said he couldn't masturbate in a
strange place, but he was so worked up by now that he didn't even stop to
think about that.  All he had to do was think about Akami's fingers around
his penis and he began shooting his sperm into the cup.  He gave little to
no thought about his mother.  His eyes had been closed throughout most of
his examination, so his didn't realize the intense interest she was taking
in his penis.

   CHAPTER 5

   The son and mother gave their thanks to the doctor and walked out into
the waiting room of the office, where they figured they would set the time
for the next appointment with the receptionist.  But to their surprise,
there was no receptionist, and they saw none other than their good friend
Suzanne as the sole person in the waiting room.

   "Suzanne!" said Susan, in sudden and great embarrassment.  She
immediately thought about Alan's new medical arrangement, and wondered what
Suzanne would think if she knew.  [Will I have to tell her?  How can I keep
it a secret from my best friend when I tell her all my secrets?] Her face
grew red as she considered the implications.  So did Alan's.  Little did
they know how much Suzanne knew already.

   Suzanne got up gleefully.  "Surprised to see me, eh?  I'm not surprised
to see you.  I figured that I wanted to know exactly how my idea of Alan
seeing Dr.  Fredrickson about his problem went.  So I scheduled my own
doctor's appointment right after yours, so I could hear it immediately and
straight from the horse's mouth!"

   "Uh, that's great," said Susan slowly, stalling for time.  "Thanks. ...
Uh, for your concern." She was furiously trying to think of what she would
tell her best friend.  Luckily no one else was around.  In fact it was
after 5:00 PM, since their appointment had taken much longer than the few
minutes it was supposed to.

   "So what's the verdict?" Suzanne asked eagerly.  "Don't keep me waiting!
You were in there a long time.  What were you doing all that time, Alan?"

   [I imagine I shouldn't say that the nurse was rubbing my member for
about 20 minutes,] thought Alan to himself.  "It went well!" he said
suddenly, as he plastered a big, fake smile on his face.  "The doctor said
that I could be treated, and that I would be having a lot more energy in a
short time, even though the treatment would be a bit, uh, unusual..." He
began to frown and blush as he considered that thought.

   "Wonderful!" screamed Suzanne.  She immediately hugged Alan, and then
Susan.  Naturally, neither of them realized just how happy Suzanne really
was, because Alan's comment about the unusual treatment told her that they
had fallen for her six orgasms a day scheme.  [Soon I won't be just hugging
him,] she thought to herself.  [He's going to be mine.  All mine!]

   She pulled back from her hugs, and said with a suddenly serious face,
"But what's this about unusual treatment?  What are they going to do to
you, Sweetie?" she asked Alan with false naivet�, as she put her face close
to his, and brushed his hair out of his eyes in a motherly fashion.  Just
as Susan called him "Tiger" as an affectionate nickname, Suzanne called him
"Sweetie."

   Both Alan and Susan looked at each other.  The same thought was on their
minds - what to tell Suzanne?  Suzanne was like Alan's second parent - much
more so than Alan's own father.  Alan even frequently called her "Aunt
Suzy," although she wasn't actually related.  The thought hadn't crossed
anyone's minds to consult Alan's dad about their decision today, and he
probably couldn't have been reached by phone overseas any time soon even if
they tried.  Alan and Susan both knew that there was no way that the truth
could be kept from Suzanne for long.  Once she wanted something, she almost
always got her way, and she clearly wanted to know about their appointment.
But both were too shy to actually explain, especially in a public place.

   Susan and Alan exchanged knowing looks with each other, and then Susan
said, "It's quite top secret.  Can you promise to keep a secret, and I
mean, swear utterly honestly that you won't tell another soul?"

   "Of course!" She feigned cluelessness.  "What's all this about?  What
could it possibly be that requires all the secrecy?"

   Just then, Akami opened the door to the waiting room.  Susan jumped a
little in fright.  The nurse said, "Mrs.  Suzanne Pestridge?  The doctor is
ready to see you."

   Suzanne turned up to Akami and said brightly, "That's me!" She then
turned to the other two and said, "I have to go.  Can I ask the doctor
about it?  I'm sure he can explain the medical details better than anyone."

   Alan and his mother looked at each other again, made another nonverbal
communication of agreement, and then Susan said, "Okay, but afterwards come
straight to our place so we can discuss this further.  I'm really kind of
up in arms and I...  Well, I'll explain it to you later."

   "Okay," said Suzanne happily, then kissing them both on the cheek, she
left the room with Akami.

   CHAPTER 6

   Akami put Suzanne in the same room where Alan and Susan had just been,
and told her the doctor would be with her shortly.  She then went off and
found Dr.  Fredrickson in his private office.

   "Wilt," Akami said, using the doctor's first name in a quiet and polite
voice, "the patient Suzanne Pestridge is waiting for you.  But before you
go in there" - her voice suddenly changed to a pissed off tone, even as she
kept the volume down - "will you tell me just what the fuck is going on?"

   The doctor looked up at her, but not in surprise - he knew this was
coming sooner or later.  Lacking an immediate response from him, Akami
continued, "We're next to a nursing home, and almost all your patients are
old.  But then suddenly you have this young man, and now this sexy woman,
scheduled back to back.  And they're scheduled right when the receptionist
left early, and I just checked and there's no paperwork on either of their
cases.  None at all!  Not to mention, rubbing a penis is hardly normal
procedure for an eyes, nose and throat specialist like yourself!  What the
hell is going on?  Don't tell me that was a normal check up you just did.
Some bizarre story about how that young man has to orgasm six times a day,
which I've never seen in any medical literature, and then you have me rub
his penis for such a long time!  Not that I minded that last part at all.
But you've never done anything remotely like this!"

   The doctor replied, "You're right about all that.  And you're a pretty
smart woman, so can you figure out what it all means?" He sat back, put his
hands under his chin in a thoughtful pose, and watched Akami.

   "Hmm," said Akami, still in an angry huff.  "This woman, Mrs. 
Pestridge, she seems to know the other two quite well.  I overheard that
they're going to let her know about his secret, which surprised me.  It
seemed like she already knew something though.  Her reaction was strange,
and ...  too happy.  I guess ...  maybe ...  Maybe she got you to make up
the whole story in the first place.  And you agreed, because...  I guess,
she is pretty damn hot, and doubtless she promised you sex in return."

   "Bingo," said Dr.  Fredrickson.  "You don't mind, do you?  You know
you're far from the only one I have sex with.  Amongst others, there's the
little matter of my wife.  This woman will get what she wants from me, and
then move on."

   "Yeah, I realize that," said Akami.  "But I can still be pissed off
about it!  Especially because this is such a violation of your professional
code of ethics.  You've never done anything like this before!  Despite your
sleeping around on your own time, we run a very professional outfit here."

   The doctor replied in a chagrined tone.  "I know.  I kind of shocked
myself that I agreed to do what she wanted.  But can you show me any
straight male who would turn down a request from that woman Suzanne?  And
think about it.  The way I figure, no one is being hurt here.  Think about
why Mrs.  Pestridge wants the story spun in the first place."

   Akami deduced the case some more.  "Let's see - he has to ejaculate six
times a day.  No one will know, probably, except the mother and her friend
Suzanne.  So the mother will have to get the other woman to sexually assist
the son sooner or later, given the way you presented the whole situation."

   "Bingo again," smiled Dr.  Fredrickson.  "The young man is shy and has
never even kissed a girl.  So he'll be happy.  He'll get to sleep with an
incredibly beautiful, sexually experienced woman.  If he knew what I was
doing for him, he'd probably name his firstborn after me, ha-ha!  The
woman, Mrs.  Pestridge, told me she has had a series of unsatisfying
affairs and is in love with Alan.  So she'll be happy.  It's win-win for
everyone.  And it will be done in a way so that the mother Susan will not
only not be upset, but will be positively appreciative of her friend's
help. The odds of getting caught are nearly zero, because she's in on it
and can influence whatever the other two think.  I have to admit, it's a
pretty brilliant plan.  So why not?  No harm, no foul, right?"

   "It's a good thing you're not as scheming as that wily woman," said
Akami.  "Otherwise, you'd get yourself a young clientele and be fucking
every patient that came in the door before long."

   "Be careful giving me such ideas, heh-heh!" he interjected, amusing
himself.

   "And," she continued, "I don't want to share you with anyone, you're
wife be damned." She came around to his chair as she said this, and slid
her arms around him.  "Actually, I find the whole idea of what you're doing
to this kid kind of hot.  However, if you want my silence and cooperation,
there's one thing you'll have to do."

   "What's that?"

   "I enjoyed torturing that boy today, especially in front of his mother.
It made me want to do all kinds of nasty things, and right away.  So send
that woman away!  Tell her you'll do her some other time.  I don't want
your sloppy seconds tonight. ...  That's one thing.  There are actually two
things.  The second thing is, I want to play with the boy some more.  Tell
them that I've taken charge of this case, and allow me to have fun with
them in the future.  And we'll have lots of appointments!  That'll be
another win-win.  I saw how uncomfortable you were with the idea of having
to touch him there." She grabbed his penis through his pants as she said
"there" to emphasize the point.

   The doctor was pleased at her relatively light terms, as she really had
him over a barrel.  "Okay, as long as you can keep it cool, okay?  No
fucking him in front of his mother, or anything like that.  We don't want
her to snap and call the authorities, right?"

   "No problem," she replied as she ran her hands over his chest.  "I just
like torturing and teasing him.  I've never done that before.  I promise
you, I'll be as cool as a cucumber."

   He ran his hand over her face and down her arm.  "No you won't!  You're
a sex maniac." As if to prove his point, she stepped back, began
unbuttoning her clothes, and taking off her bra.

   "So what if I am?" Akami said defiantly as she grabbed at one of her
boobs.

   The doctor heaved a sigh at the beauty of his tempting nurse. 
"Cucumbers certainly aren't cool by the time you're done with them.  But
okay, we'll be in on this together.  This is so much more interesting that
all those old women with their runny noses, don't you think?"

   Dr.  Fredrickson got up and went to talk to Suzanne and send her away.
He had a hard time getting his boner not to show.  Not the least because
Akami finished taking her bra off and began masturbating herself before he
even left the room.  She was incredibly turned on by publicly jacking off
Alan.  She couldn't wait for the doctor to come back to his office and give
her the love injection she desperately needed right then.

   CHAPTER 7

   Susan and her son Alan got in their BMW and drove away from the doctor's
office.  Neither could quite believe what had happened.  Both had a lot of
thoughts buzzing around their heads, and neither spoke to the other for a
while.  Susan was mostly thinking about the wisdom or lack thereof in
telling Suzanne their new secret.  But images of Alan's naked penis being
handled by Akami kept intruding on her thoughts.  She didn't really think
of it as her son's penis, per se.  She was just so blown away by the idea
of any penis being massaged, that she couldn't get past that.

   She hadn't had any sex in a very long time.  Her husband was home a
month a year at the most.  When he did come home, they had sex, perhaps, on
the night he returned, and that was it.  But it was entirely going through
the motions, the way some people feel obliged to go to church once or twice
a year, for Easter and Christmas.  Unlike her naughty best friend Suzanne,
Susan had hardly even given a thought to having an affair.  Several years
earlier, Suzanne had picked someone out for Susan and pushed her to have an
affair, but Susan found she couldn't go through with it.  She had been
conditioned against it far too strongly.

   So what happened in the doctor's office ignited the first truly intense
sexual feelings Susan felt in years.  About the only excitingly erotic
moments in recent years was when Suzanne would tell her all the intimate
details of her affairs.  But that wasn't the same thing as seeing a real
live penis up close.  She was so absorbed by these problems, that in fact,
she hardly gave any thought to the wisdom of choosing one of the doctor's
"solutions" for Alan's "problem" over the other or foregoing the whole
thing, and gave no consideration at all to the possibility that he had been
putting them on.  After all, virtually everyone instinctively trusts a
doctor, especially when the doctor has a nurse who is in complete
agreement.

   Alan, on the other hand, was thinking mostly of nurse Akami.  He had
developed a sudden crush on her.  That was no surprise given that he'd
never even been kissed and suddenly found himself being jacked off by a
beautiful woman.  It was beyond his wildest imaginings.  He found her
piercing and wise eyes incredibly attractive.  And he couldn't see a whole
lot of her body through her nurse uniform, but he guessed that it must be
really beautiful just the same.  He was already impatiently looking forward
to his next appointment.  [I can't believe it'll take a whole month!] he
thought over and over in the car.

   On the other hand, he also felt incredibly embarrassed and ashamed by
what had just happened.  And that made him think about his future
situation, because it occurred to him that he probably had more
embarrassments in store.  For one thing, he would have to find some female
to help him out with his sexual stimulation every single day.  Rather than
finding this idea exciting, he found it depressing, because he foresaw
nothing but rejection.  The main reason he had never kissed a girl was
because he was only attracted to one girl at his school.  Her name was
Christine, and they were reasonably good acquaintances, since they shared
most of the same classes.  But he hadn't let on at all that he was
interested in her, and he knew she wasn't interested in him.  She was both
very beautiful and intelligent, and he had a feeling that she was "out of
his league." [No doubt, Mom will insist I immediately ask someone out. 
What will I do?  How can I get out of it?  It'll be a miracle if Christine
wants to go out with me in the first place.  The idea that she would then
ever agree to sexually satisfy me three or more times a day is completely
laughable!]

   So most of his brain was occupied with that.  The idea of having to
orgasm six or more times a day was so bizarre and unreal that Alan didn't
think about it much, or ponder the implications.

   His mother though, was already thinking ahead in at least one respect.
Rather than drive home directly, she directed the car toward the local
multimedia superstore instead.  As they were getting close to it, she
finally spoke.

   "Tiger, are you okay with this?  I know it must have been a really
strange doctor's visit for you.  I know it was for me.  But I'm sure the
doctor knows what he's doing." She looked as shell-shocked as she did
concerned as she spoke to him.

   "Yes," answered Alan in a flat tone.  He was still rather shocked too.

   "Yes, you're okay with this?"

   "Yes," he said again.  "It's just, I dunno...  so weird.  Like what that
nurse Akami did to me today.  I didn't know they did that in doctor's
offices!

   "I didn't know that either," said his mother.  "But when you think about
it, what else could be done?  You're lucky that as a man you don't have to
go to a gynecologist, because doctors are forced to do extremely intimate
things to us women.  And more often than not it's done by a male doctor. 
Though luckily I've always managed to avoid that, thank the Lord.  So this
is the male version of that, I suppose."

   "Yeah," he replied, somewhat wistfully, still thinking about how good it
all felt.  Suddenly he realized they were pulling into a parking lot.

   "Why are we stopping here?"

   "I was just thinking, Tiger, that you've going to need to stimulate
yourself." Even saying that much made the prim woman blush.  "You may need
some, uh, visual aids, to help you out, so I thought we could pick some up
here."

   At that, he blushed too.

   She reached over and held his hand, and gave it a squeeze.  They often
held hands to show their closeness and support for each other.  "I know
this may be a bit much for you, but let's get it over with already, and
then get things back to normal, okay?  This is clearly something you're
going to need, if not now then down the line, so let's be done with it. 
You go pick out some magazines, and I'll get some videos for you.  Bring
the magazines to me, and I'll pay for them.  I would normally never be
caught dead buying this dirty stuff, but I'd do anything to help you out,
Tiger.  I'll get embarrassed standing in front of the cashier so you don't
have to.  We'll both have to help each other out to get through this
awkward phase, but I'm sure it will all be back to normal soon enough
again. Since Suzanne knows, I'm sure she'll do everything she can to help
you out, too."

   If only Susan knew the irony of that last statement, and knew just how
deep Suzanne was willing to go, so to speak, to help Alan out!

   Another thought crossed Susan's mind and gave her great concern.  [What
about Katherine?] As Alan's sister, a junior in the same high school, she
could hardly be left out.  Alan, Susan, Suzanne and Katherine were all
close as can be to each other.  [Katherine will find out one way or
another. No doubt she'll feel really bad for him and want to help him out,
but how can she?  I hope and pray she doesn't offer to help Alan attain
sexual relief somehow.  No way!  I'll forbid it, and in any case she would
never suggest such a thing.  I don't know what I'm thinking, even thinking
these thoughts.  She's his sister - that's totally sick!  Even though they
technically aren't related, it's still sick.] Susan wasn't fertile, and
both Alan and Katherine were adopted not long after birth.  Funnily enough,
even though they weren't related to each other or their parents, they all
bore a certain physical likeness to each other.

   She cleared her mind of such thoughts distracting her from the situation
at hand, and said, "Come on, it'll be over quickly." They went into the
store.

   CHAPTER 8

   The buying of pornography went fairly uneventfully.  Both Alan and Susan
grabbed more or less the first things they came across and got out of the
store in record time.

   When they got home after another mostly silent ride, they found Suzanne
and Katherine already at home.  Suzanne was so close to the Plummer family
that not only did she come and go using her own key, but she also didn't
bother to knock.

   It was almost dinnertime, so she couldn't stay long.  She'd have to go
back to her own home and cook dinner for her husband and two children.  It
had gotten to be so that dinner was practically the only time the members
of her family saw each other.  After dinner, her husband Eric and her two
children, Brad and Amy, would all scurry away to their respective rooms and
go back to doing whatever it was they were doing before dinner.  Then
Suzanne would usually go over to the Plummer's house.  Sometimes Amy would
come over as well, especially since Katherine and Amy had become as close
as sisters.

   Suzanne sat in the living room, impatiently waiting for Susan and Alan
to return.  When the two walked through the door, even before saying their
hellos, Suzanne said, "Alan, I see now what you mean by 'unusual
treatment.' I can't believe it!"

   "Hi Aunt Suzy.  I can't believe it either," Alan responded.  They all
sat down and began talking.  Susan said it would be better if Katherine
attended as well, so she went to find her.  Suzanne meanwhile called a
restaurant for take out food for her out family.  She realized this
discussion was likely to take a while, given that Katherine was involved.
Alan was fairly shocked that Katherine would be told the secret as well,
but he kept silent about it.

   Katherine came into the room still wearing the clothes she wore at
school, which looked more like something from a strict and formal boarding
school uniform than the typical attire of a Southern California public high
school student.  It was almost comical how square and repressed she and the
rest of the Plummer family was.

   They had to tell the story from the very beginning, for Katherine's
benefit.  Susan gave an extremely edited version of the appointment,
focusing on the medical discussion and strange diagnosis.

   Alan looked closely at his sister to gauge her reaction to his "six
times a day" predicament, but she appeared very pokerfaced about the whole
thing.

   By the end of their conversation, it almost felt as if his situation had
always been that way and the group grew strangely jovial.  Suzanne in
particular made a couple of surprisingly off color masturbation jokes,
which everyone thought was hilarious.  For instance, Susan made the
comment, "I'm not worried - I'm sure Alan will have a girlfriend soon who
can help out with this situation.  Soon he'll be beating them off with a
stick."

   Suzanne quipped, "He'll be beating off soon in any case."

   Susan cried out, "Suzanne!  I'm shocked," because she was.  She blushed
deeply.  But even as she said that, she couldn't help but laugh along with
the others.  Even Suzanne could hardly believe she said that, as she
normally behaved in a dignified manner.  It was as if she'd let out a loud
fart.  Alan naturally was mortified at any reference to his masturbation
whatsoever.

   It occurred to Alan that the nervousness about the whole situation was
being relieved through humor.  There was a heavy tension hanging in the
room, and just about anything appeared to be funny.  When the group broke
up and people started to head to their own rooms, Katherine said, "Alan, we
know what you're going to have to do right now in there!" Everyone laughed
some more.  He turned red faced and glum, but didn't let them see it.

   Alan momentarily pondered, [I wonder what it would be like for Katherine
to help me with my problem.  Dang, I can't believe what I'm thinking!  I
mean, she is pretty cute.  And she's a pretty great sister all around.  But
thinking about her that way is wrong.  To even be thinking what I'm
thinking now - Sis would kill me if she knew.]

   It was almost like Alan and his "sis" were twins, because they were born
only months apart (having come from two different families before being
adopted).  They were close, like twins.  They teased each other a bit, but
playfully, and they never fought.  Like Alan, Katherine was in the gifted
track in almost all her classes, but she was a grade below him at school.

   She was not only smart, she was beautiful.  It was quite hard to tell,
except for her angelic face, due to her absurdly out of date clothing style
she'd inherited from her mother.  But underneath all those clothes there
lay a tall, curvy, and firm body.  It seemed like she inherited her body
from Susan as well, even though she was adopted.  Like her mother, she had
long, straight, dark brown hair and brown eyes.  She had generous breasts,
though they couldn't compare with the behemoths of Suzanne or her mother.
She was now five foot eleven, the same as her mother and two inches short
of Alan, and threatening to grow more.

   But like a lot of teenaged girls her age, she was unsure about herself,
and lacking self confidence.  Even though she was in the gifted track at
school, her grades were merely adequate because she didn't put much time
into homework.  She worried she wasn't pretty enough, because not many boys
asked her out.  Feeling bad about her body, she tried to hide it. 
Ironically, this was a vicious circle, because guys generally were scared
off by her prudish dress and demeanor.

   She'd tried to make up for this and join the "in crowd" by joining the
cheerleading team.  She'd become a cheerleader just weeks before with the
start of the school year.  A bout the only time she ever wore anything
remotely revealing was when she was with the cheerleading team.  But the
strategy worked, because boys were noticing her and asking her out much
more frequently since the school year began.

   Alan had also started to notice her body for the first time, thanks to
her cheerleading practices.  His mind continued to slip into thoughts about
her, against his will.  [Having Katherine rub my penis would be just as
mind-blowing as having Suzanne or Susan do it.  But no way would that ever
happen.  She's so demure and refined.  Even though she is getting to be
quite a cutie.  Those cheerleading outfits are so scandalously revealing!
She's in shape, that's for sure.  Those legs...  I shouldn't even be
thinking these thoughts, not even as a fantasy...  Oh my gosh - what am I
doing thinking of Susan or Suzanne helping me that way, for that matter?!?
Sis is always teasing me about being a weirdo, for this and that small
thing.  I must really BE a weirdo to be thinking like this.  I have to get
my mind out of the gutter, now!]

   Alan went back to his room to find the porno videos and magazines
already placed there by his mother.  Susan was off in the kitchen cooking a
very late dinner, and Suzanne had gone home.  He thought to himself, [It's
no joke.  I really do have to masturbate tonight, and then six more times
tomorrow, and six every day after that.  No wonder my mom got me all this
porno stuff.  I mean, I enjoy doing this, but I don't think I've ever
actually done it six times in one day in my life!  I really am some kind of
asexual, hormone-deprived freak.  I don't think this is going to work, but
I have to give it a try.]

   He started looking through the video boxes and the magazines.  He
couldn't actually watch the videos right then, since he didn't have a
television in his room.  So he idly flipped through the magazines as he
pondered on how much his life had changed in a matter of hours.  Eventually
he turned off the lights and got naked under his bed - the only way he was
used to masturbating - and began thinking about Akami.  He knew that with
the thought of her hands so lovingly caressing his penis fresh in his mind,
he didn't need porn videos or magazines.

   He finally got into it, and was just about to cum when he heard a knock
on the door.  "Hey Alan, Mom says it's time for dinner." It was his sister
Katherine.  That quickly made him flaccid.  She waited for a response, but
after not getting one quickly, she queried, "Alan, are you in there?"

   "Yeah." By the frustrated and resigned tone in his voice for that one
word, she instantly realized what he must be doing.

   "OH.  You're doing THAT." She started giggling uproariously on the other
side of the door.

   "It's not funny!" he said crossly.  "Please cut me some slack.  I'm not
having an easy time with this, okay?"

   "Okay, I'm sorry," she said in a more serious tone.

   "I have to kind of...  finish up here.  Can you tell Mom I'll be there
in a few minutes?"

   More giggling.  "Sorry, I can't help it.  Sure, I'll go tell Mom."

   He had to start his masturbating all over again, and eventually was able
to cum into some tissues.  He washed his hands, and then, already late,
went quickly to dinner.  It was very strange sitting down with his mother
and sister.  Both were obviously aware that he just finished masturbating
mere minutes before.  He wondered if they could in fact smell it on him.

   "Tiger," said his mother, "do you want to talk about this new situation
any further?"

   "No, I've had enough for one day.  Let's just call it an early night and
talk about it tomorrow.  Sheesh."

   There was an awkward silence, but then his sister thankfully ended it by
talking excitedly about her day at school.  Alan was greatly relieved, and
hardly said a word until the meal was done.

   He went back to his room, and tried to jerk off several more times that
night.  He achieved three more orgasms, thinking of Akami the whole time.
By the time he went to sleep that night, his penis was somewhat sore and
didn't want to respond, but he was still one short of the required six.  He
realized, [I'll have to pace myself through the day, every day, if I'm
gonna make my goals.  I'll have to masturbate immediately upon waking every
morning, and then, ideally, once more before going to school.] School ran
from eight in the morning to three in afternoon, and he saw no chances
during those hours.  [So that means I still have to do it four more times
in the evening or afternoon after getting home.  That's a lot of times!] he
thought.  Normally he got home and immediately took a nap, so he could
masturbate again before falling to sleep and then after waking up.  That
would still leave two or three more times.  [If I wake up in the middle of
the night, I should to try again before returning to sleep.  That could
help me to save up a "surplus" for days when I'm below average. ...  I
wonder ...  how soon until I become tired of all this masturbating? 
There's just no way I can do it every day.]

   CHAPTER 9 (Monday, Sept.  16 - Sunday, Sept.  22)

   While Alan was masturbating, Suzanne was on the other side of town
thinking about him.  She thought of him even as she lay in a hotel bed with
Dr.  Fredrickson over her, filling her pussy with his turgid penis.

   [This guy isn't half bad,] she thought while he shook and thrust above
her.  [A deal's a deal, and I have to uphold my half of the bargain.  He
knows what he's doing in bed.  A year ago even, I would have toyed around
with him for months before I got bored of him.  But I'm already bored, ten
minutes into our first fuck of the night.  He's just not Alan!]

   "Oh yeah!  Like that!" she moaned.  "Harder!" But inwardly she chuckled.
[Gotta keep up appearances.  I wonder what he'd think if I really spoke my
mind and cried out, "Boooor-ring!" He kind of looks like an older Alan, I
gotta give him that.  And the physical pleasure is there.  I probably won't
have to fake an orgasm, at least.  But I want my Sweetie!  These country
club types - doctors, lawyers, businessmen - they're so fake-o.  Always
leaving the wife unhappy because they only love themselves.  Just like my
husband, as a matter of fact.  For once in my life, I want to make love to
someone I actually love!  I don't care about the age difference.  It's Alan
or nobody!]

   [I hope you enjoy this, mister, because this is the last time for me. 
The end of my aimless affairs.  From now on, the next man I'm going to fuck
is my Sweetie!  I take that back.  We're not going to fuck - we're going to
make love.  I'm going to love him all up!  And once I've got him, I'm never
going to let go.]

   The doctor cried out, "Oh yeah, baby!  So tight!"

   Suzanne did the mental equivalent of rolling her eyes.  ["Oh yeah,
baby!" How clich�.  I've been there, done that.  Boooor-ring!] Out loud,
she cried, "Push it!  Deep!" She closed her eyes and decided it would be
more bearable if she imagined it were Alan on top of her.

   Dr.  Fredrickson certainly felt he got a good deal out of his lie.  Even
on autopilot, Suzanne was a great fuck.  She also was a great actress. 
Alan didn't have the slightest clue she was interested in him; there was no
flirtation, nothing.  For now, she wanted to keep it that way, until it was
time for the next phase of her scheme.

   Alan meanwhile found himself with the strange chore of having to
masturbate six times a day, rain or shine.  He set himself a schedule, and
followed it for the next six days.  Alan managed to keep his masturbation
sessions completely private and no one said anything, to his great relief.
His family was so shy about talking about such things that the additional
discussion they should have had about his situation was put off until the
next day, and then put off again, and again.  Really it required Suzanne to
be the initiator for this kind of thing, but Suzanne thought, [I'll wait a
couple of days, so the others can begin to get a sense of what six times a
day really means.  Then I'll be able to steer the talk and action better.
The more time that goes by, the more receptive the others will be to my
naughty ideas, heh-heh.]

   The doctor's appointment had been on a Monday, but it wasn't until
nearly a week later that she was ready to move forward.

   After dinner on Sunday night, Suzanne was over at the Plummers and her
daughter Amy was not, so it was a good opportunity for a talk.  Suzanne's
task was made easier when Susan began the discussion.  The two mothers sat
with Alan and Katherine in the living room after a TV show they all watched
just ended.

   Susan said, "Suzanne, I think you'll agree with me.  Don't you think
it's high time that, in light of my son's new situation, he asks a girl
out?"

   "Ugggghh!" said Alan with a heavy sigh.  "I was afraid you were going to
say that eventually." He sighed again.  "Look, I've already given this a
lot of consideration.  A TON of consideration.  As you all know since we're
such a gossipy family, the only girl at school I'm really interested in is
Christine.  And she won't have anything to do with me."

   "We all know that, Tiger," said his mother.  All three females there
knew the details of his life nearly as well as he did.  "But how can you be
sure she'll say no unless you ask her?"

   His sister butted in to defend her brother.  "Mom, I see Christine all
the time at school, okay?  She's so aloof.  She's like an ice queen goddess
or something.  A lot of guys want to ask her out, but nobody's had the
guts. Nobody.  You're not asking an easy thing here!  If I were a guy, I
would be waaaaay intimidated!"

   Suzanne responded, "Yeah, but you have to admit that if she did want to
go out with someone, who else would it be if not Alan?  And she never
dates, and must want to date someone.  I'll bet she's jealous of someone
like you, Katherine." Katherine status as a varsity cheerleader
automatically made her very popular with the guys, so she had no shortage
of guys wanting to date her.  However, she was as prim and proper as her
mother, and turned down all but the most refined and respectable suitors.

   Alan answered, "I tell you she won't, because she's interested in
another guy, a guy on the football team.  It's the story of my life: I like
someone, and she likes someone else." He sighed heavily.

   His mother piped in, "Why then don't you ask someone else out, and work
your way up to Christine?"

   "Who else?" he said desperately.  "There is nobody else I'm interested
in."

   "We could help you find someone, Tiger.  Between Suzanne and I, we can
put our radar out there, and find out if there's someone who likes you. 
Katherine, you could help with that too, couldn't you?"

   "No!" Alan interrupted.  "I can't ask someone out if I don't really like
them.  I just don't work that way.  I have to feel very strongly about the
person."

   Katherine responded, "Well then, we know there is one other at school
who fits that description.  A certain older woman." She giggled.

   Alan blushed.  His sister was alluding to his attractive history
teacher, Gloria Rhymer.  He'd had a crush on her for two years, ever since
he had a class with her in the tenth grade.

   "Hey, I thought I told you that in complete secrecy!" he wailed.

   Susan spoke up, "We all know, Tiger.  I'm afraid your heart is an open
book around here."

   "Rrrrarrggh!" He shook his fists in frustration.  "As if things aren't
embarrassing enough, you have to bring that up.  Alan's silly teacher
crush. Nyah nyah nyah.  I feel so exposed, I might as well just walk around
completely naked!"

   Suzanne inwardly chuckled with glee, imagining him literally doing just
that.  [Delicious!  If only!  Hold your horses, Suze.  You'll see this
young hunk naked soon enough if you play your cards right.]

   "Sorry, Bro," Katherine started to say, but Alan cut her off.

   "All right, I know that you all are going to keep pressuring me and
pressuring me until I give in and ask someone out.  So I'd better do it
sooner rather than later and get it over with.  I'll ask Christine out
tomorrow."

   "Great!" Everyone got up and began hugging him, talking, and even
high-fiving each other.  They were a very spirited family.  They spent the
rest of the evening giving him advice, and building up his confidence.

   CHAPTER 10 (Monday, Sept.  23 - Saturday, Sept.  28)

   The next day Alan was good to his word and asked Christine out, but
things didn't go well.  She rejected him.  Although she tried to do it in a
nice way, Alan was completely devastated.

   The whole rest of the school week was like a nightmare for him.  Very
few females truly attracted him, but when one did, his feelings were
powerfully strong.  With Christine out of the picture, there seemed to be
no one else.  The fact that he was in love with his history teacher Ms. 
Rhymer was even worse, because she was completely unattainable.  Not only
was she a teacher, but she also had a serious boyfriend.  He thought, [It's
my senior year in high school, and I still haven't even kissed a girl.  My
friends wonder about me.  Now there's this huge pressure to find somebody,
anybody, and I can't do it.  People say I'm good looking, but I'm such a
loser with women!  I give up with this whole stupid six times a day thing.
It's ridiculous.  You just can't ask someone to do something so private
like that so damned often!]

   Day after day passed without him masturbating a single time.  Socially,
he did little more than come straight home from school and mope.  Even
Friday and Saturday nights passed without any social plans on Alan's part.
He still felt incredibly depressed and still just moped in his room.

   Back when he first launched into his new six times a day duties, he made
a chart so he could check off how many orgasms he had a day.  That way he
could make sure to keep his average up.  But now he threw the chart away
and still failed to masturbate at all.  Not even the thoughts of Akami
could excite him anymore.  She seemed like a distant, fading dream.

   The only time he even got aroused was on Friday night when Suzanne came
by.  Eager to see how Alan would react, she sat chatting to him wearing a
nice business suit, but without any panties.  Alan naturally assumed she'd
made an unprecedented mistake in forgetting to wear any.  She kept her legs
closed so he wouldn't freak out too much, but she could tell by the lump in
his shorts that it was enough to have a definite effect.

   However, this display made him only more despondent.  Alan felt there
would be something wrong with masturbating to images of his "Aunt Suzy," so
the erotic imagery of her now in his mind only made his situation more
agonizing.  The one thing that now sexually excited him was the one thing
he was determined not to think about.

   By Saturday night, Susan was extremely concerned.  It was obvious to her
that their pressure on him to ask Christine out had backfired.  Suzanne
however, was secretly happy.  Everything was going according to her plan.
From what she knew of Christine the "ice queen" and Alan's feelings for
her, she had calculated that this is what exactly would happen.  Now was
time to spring the next part of her plan into action.

   Neither of the mothers had any Saturday night plans, and they just sat
commiserating in the living room as the evening wore on.  Susan actually
cried on Suzanne's shoulder.  She sobbed, "I'm a failed mother.  Alan just
sits there in his room.  I've destroyed his social life altogether!"

   Suzanne had her arm around her, and consoled her with friendly words. 
After Susan had vented her feelings, Suzanne spoke encouragingly.  "Susan,
let's not just mope around.  We need to come up with some other plan that
will make Alan happy, and give him his energy back.  We have to be clever,
and be bold."

   Susan tried to think, but nothing came to her.  She'd been over the
problem many times in her mind already.

   "What about hiring a professional?" asked Suzanne finally.  "Have you
given that any consideration?"

   "That sounds so crude!" Susan answered.  "Some kind of prostitute?  That
would basically be what it is.  I'd never have my son sleep with a
prostitute.  How do you even find such a person?  Not to mention, how do we
know if such a person will talk or not?  You never know: pick the wrong
person, and they might even try blackmail.  My husband is rich, after all."

   "You're right," said Suzanne.  "We shouldn't let any strangers know
about this problem.  And clearly he isn't going to have the nerve to ask
someone else out for a long time.  But we can't wait around, because he's
lost all interest in 'doing his thing.'" Vague phrases like 'doing your
thing' had become suddenly popular in the Plummer household so no one need
say words like masturbation.

   After a pause, Suzanne added, "So I only see one solution."

   "What's that?"

   "We have to kind of sex things up a bit, so he'll get over Christine and
get back on track.  There's no telling how long he'll mope around like
this, otherwise.  You know how sensitive kids are to being rejected.  It
could be months!  We have to undo the damage we did by forcing him to ask
her out, and undo it fast."

   "'Sex things up'?  What on earth do you mean by that?"

   "What I mean is, us women who know of his problem have to be more sexy.
That's all.  So he'll be distracted.  You know, dress more provocatively.
Be more open about sexuality, and allow him to be more open.  For instance,
help him get over this hang up that masturbation is a horrible thing.  And
why should I be afraid to even say that word?  We should treat it just like
a normal thing, like taking out the trash or something.  Then he'll be able
to do it easily, at any time."

   "'Like taking out the trash?'" Susan repeated incredulously.  "Have you
lost your mind?  It's not like taking out the trash at all!  And anyways,
this sexing up idea, you know where that'll lead.  He'll start having sexy
thoughts about us.  About you.  About me!  About Katherine even, maybe!  Is
that what you want?  Isn't that incest?  Maybe we need to get him more
pornographic materials instead.  Otherwise, who knows what?  Do you want
him to actually, you know, do his thing, while thinking about you?"

   "No!" said Suzanne with pretend indignation.  "Of course that wouldn't
be my first choice.  But what is the alternative?  When he was doing his
thing these past few days, he was obviously thinking about Christine.  But
now that won't work.  Thinking about a naked woman in a magazine may work
every once and a while, but it's completely different than with a real
human being.  Think about that woman Akami actually massaging Alan's penis
compared to a photograph or even a video of the same thing.  The other two
just can't compare.  It's too bad Akami is going out with someone, 'cos I
think he kind of liked her."

   "Is she?  Damn," Susan answered.  The last thing Susan wanted to think
about was the image of Akami caressing Alan's penis.  That brought very
troubling thoughts to her mind.  Ever since the doctor's visit, Susan had
been almost completely successful in blocking the medical appointment out
of her mind, but it lurked somewhere subconsciously.

   Suzanne continued, "Susan, don't misunderstand me.  I understand your
position.  You're his mother, even though you're not his real genetic
mother.  You need to keep a certain distance there.  But I'm NOT his
mother, just a close friend.  You know I love him dearly.  I would do
anything to help him.  If that means being more sexy so he can get over
Christine, and yes, even have him think about me while he's doing his
thing, I'm willing to pay that price.  That's how much I love him. 
Whatever it takes to get him to ejaculate six times a day, that's what I'm
willing to do."

   Susan was amazed.  "Ejaculate?  Whatever it takes?  Just how far are you
willing to go?!?" Susan had trouble saying the word ejaculate at all - it
rolled out of her mouth like "child rapist."

   "Obviously not that far, in reality.  I am a married woman, after all!"
She hoped Susan wouldn't recall all of her adulterous affairs at that
particular moment.  "What I mean to say is, if acting coy, maybe showing a
little skin here and there, maybe brushing up against him now and then, or
letting him accidentally touch me; if maybe doing those kinds of things
will get him back on track with his program, I'd be willing to do that. 
You know I'm good at flirting.  I know how to not only use it, but control
it, so I'm not worried about things going too far.  I don't want to lose my
special relationship with my Sweetie; I just want him to be healthy and
happy." Now Suzanne looked like she would be the one to cry.  She buried
her face into Susan's shoulder, but it was an act.

   "There, there," Susan consoled.  "Don't get upset.  I don't mean to
imply I don't appreciate what you're suggesting.  It's just so shocking. 
I'm not used to this kind of thing.  I'll tell you what.  If that's what
you want to do, then it's okay by me.  I'll try my best too, to be a little
more sexy and encouraging to him, but just a little.  The burden is going
to be on you, okay?  Do you think you can handle that?"

   "Yes," said Suzanne.  This was exactly the answer she was trying to
steer Susan towards.  She pulled her face up again and looked Susan very
seriously into the eyes.  "I've been thinking about this lately, and have
thought it through.  I think it's the only way.  I feel personally
responsible for his failure with Christine, and I want to undo the damage.
We pushed him too hard.  At the same time, we can continue to keep our
radar out there, and find him someone else at school he can be interested
in.  He'll transfer his affections, and things can return back to normal.
"And in the process, maybe we all can even gain something.  For one, we
could get you and your overly protected daughter to loosen up a bit.  To
become a little more relaxed about your sexuality wouldn't hurt.  When you
go to the beach, you look like some kind of photograph of a Victorian Era
woman, covered head to toe and even carrying an umbrella.  I'm more
fair-skinned than you!  It's embarrassing being with you sometimes, you're
so prudish.  Come on, liven up a little!"

   "I guess livening things up a bit wouldn't hurt," said Susan a bit
doubtfully.

   "Sure!  It'd be fine.  Here, I'll show you what I mean." She simply
unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a sexy bra.  In fact, most of both of her
nipples could be seen through a thin, gauzy fabric.  "You see?  Instant
sexy."

   "Suzanne, how could you do that?  It's so ...  scandalous!  Do you wear
that kind of bra all the time?!?"

   As a matter of fact Suzanne didn't, but there was no reason to let Susan
know that.  "Sure!  Why not?  It feels good to feel sexy, even if it's only
underneath and for myself.  But I think we should wear this kind of
clothing around Alan sometimes.  It'll really help him out."

   "I don't know...  Maybe you have the balls to wear that around Alan, but
I never could.  Even if it was just underneath my clothes."

   "It's no problem.  Here, I'll show you.  Let's liven up Alan's sad
evening a little bit." Cupping her hands to her mouth, she shouted, "Hey
Alan!  Can you come here?"

   "No!" Susan urgently whispered in dismay.  "Quick, button up before he
gets here!" But by the time she said this, Alan was already walking the
short distance down the hallway from his room to Susan's room.

   Right as Alan walked in, Suzanne said, "Sweetie, don't come in, we're
not decent." But he'd already taken a good look at Suzanne's chest by the
time she said this.  He stared for a couple of seconds, and then averted
his eyes with his hands.  He blushed profusely but still obediently waited
by the door to the room to see why he was needed.

   Suzanne brushed off his free peek.  "No matter, Alan.  Good thing you
didn't come in a couple of minutes ago, or you would have seen your mother
and I completely naked.  In any case, we were just thinking about renting a
movie, and were wondering if you had any suggestions on what to get."

   "Umm, I don't know." Alan was too freaked out to think.

   "Okay.  Think about it anyways, and let us know."

   "Okay." Alan dashed back to his room.  His glance was so brief he wasn't
sure what he saw.  [Did I see her nipples through that bra?  Naaahhhh...]

   Susan witnessed the whole thing with a horrified face, and immediately
chastised Suzanne.  "How could you?  That's unbelievable!"

   "No it isn't.  Now witness.  Let's wait about one minute, and go to the
door to Alan's room.  I'll bet you anything that he's furiously
masturbating for the first time in days."

   Susan couldn't help but satisfy her curiosity about Suzanne's
prediction. They went to the door and listened, but the room was too
soundproofed to hear much.  He luckily didn't have the squeaky bed springs
problem.  So Suzanne knocked and said, "Alan, can I come in?"

   "Uh, no!  Hold on!  I'm not decent!" He knew he shouldn't be jacking off
while thinking about Suzanne, but he just couldn't help himself anymore,
after seeing glimpses of her pussy and then her boobs on succeeding days.
He'd been going at it with pent up abandon when he heard the knock on the
door.

   Turning to Susan, Suzanne whispered, "You see?  He got naked in one
minute.  I just cured his stimulation drought that easily.  That's what we
have to do."

   Susan looked at her friend with a skeptical and worried expression.  "I
don't know. ...  Are you sure?"

   CHAPTER 11 (Sunday, Sept.  29)

   Suzanne launched into this new phase of her overall plan, now that she
had begrudging acquiescence from Susan.  The next evening, Suzanne came
back to the Plummer house with a bag full of sexy clothes for Susan to try
on.  Since they were both big busted Amazons, just one inch short of six
feet, they wore the same sizes in everything.  Unlike Susan, who didn't
have any revealing clothes as all, Suzanne liked to dress sexily on
occasion.  But she did it only as long as it wasn't a situation where she'd
be overly annoyed by horny guys.  Unfortunately, because she was so
beautiful, that was most any time she was in public.  So she had a lot of
clothes that she hardly ever wore.

   Following up on Susan's agreement the day before to, as Suzanne like to
put it, "sex things up a bit," Suzanne convinced Susan to try on the
clothes.  Back in the master bedroom (really only Susan's bedroom since her
husband was never around), the two of them sat on the edge of Susan's big
double bed, and looked into the bag.  In front of them was a large mirror
that went from the floor to the ceiling.  Suzanne broke the ice by picking
out something not too daring, and trying it out.  The first thing she did
was stand up and casually take all of her clothes off.

   "Suzanne!" Susan chided, "What do you think you're doing?  Have some
decency.  I've never seen you naked!  It's so ...  not done!"

   "Susan, these clothes we're trying on, they really are only meant to be
worn without underwear.  For instance, look at this top." She pulled a top
down over her head and put it on.  There was so much cleavage showing that
it was clear no bra could be worn with it.  "You see?  This top just won't
work with a bra.  Even a strapless bra doesn't help."

   Suzanne was still naked from the waist down, which Susan found extremely
disconcerting.  "I don't care about that," said a blushing Susan, "so much
as it bothers me you're not wearing anything ...  a little lower.  Can't
you put the rest of the outfit on?"

   "Oh, right," Suzanne said, as if she'd just forgot.  "But really, Susan,
lighten up a bit.  This is what people do when they change clothes - they
take their clothing on and off.  Really!" Suzanne was secretly delighting
in her friend's discomfort, and in showing off her body.  Susan's body was
so deliciously curvy that Suzanne was keen on seeing her friend naked, but
had never had a chance yet.

   "Sorry, I'm just not used to this.  I know I'm more prudish than other
people, but I just can't help it."

   "Susan, you can help it.  You have to step out of your old habits
already!  Here, try something on." She handed Susan the bag.  Susan looked
for the item that would cover her the most completely.  Then she went to
the bathroom to change.  Taking off her clothes (but not her panties), she
put the item on, which turned out to be a brown top.  It covered nearly her
entire upper torso.  However, there was a large strip running right down
the middle of the front without any fabric at all, except a few thin
strings running back and forth through the strip, making X's in a shoelace
pattern.  Worse, the strip was even wider in the middle, reaching right to
the edge of her nipples.  Her deep cavernous cleavage stood out from a mile
away, as did her cute belly button.

   "Oh no!  This is horrible!  I can never wear this.  Let's try another
one, fast."

   They began trying outfit after outfit.  Actually it was nearly always
Susan trying all the outfits, since Suzanne already knew her own clothes.
Suzanne generally sat naked, watching, and making encouraging comments, as
Susan rejected item after item.  Suzanne tried to touch her friend as much
as possible, helping to put on the clothes, straightening out the fabric,
and so on, in an attempt to get Susan in a more erotic mood, and more used
to nakedness and touching.  Suzanne was at least gratified that Susan
eventually gave up always going to the bathroom to change.  They went on
changing clothes for over an hour, with Susan trying some items on several
times, because she just couldn't find anything she'd feel comfortable in.

   Finally, Susan went to her own drawers, and got out the most revealing
clothes she owned, which consisted of some short white tennis shorts that
came down only an inch below her crotch, and a white tennis top that left
her arms open and revealed some of Susan's ample cleavage.

   "Is that sexy enough?  I think it's all I can handle," said Susan while
looking doubtfully in the mirror.

   "No way!" Suzanne responded emphatically.  "The stuff I'm wearing is
waaaaay more revealing than that!" Suzanne had chosen a strapless silky
black dress.  From her bust on down it covered things thoroughly, but all
fabric came to a complete stop right in the middle of her set of boobs. 
There was just a straight line cutting across a fraction of an inch above
her nipples, exposing the tight but deep valley between her tits.  There
was little to hold it up, and in fact unless she pulled it up constantly,
it was likely to eventually fall off her chest all together.

   "I can't wear something like you're wearing," Susan whined.  "I'd die!
Please, for just today, please let me just wear this." She tried to show
off the tennis outfit sexily.

   "You wear that all the time, whenever you go play tennis.  But I'll be
willing to concede if you wear it without a bra or panties."

   "What?  No way!  I'd never do that!"

   "You see, that's your problem.  Why do you think you and your husband
have no love life?  You need to learn how to be sexy, if only for your
spouse.  I've been bugging you for years.  If I'm going this far" - she
waved a hand over her dress - "you've got to go at least this far." She
waved her other hand over the tennis shorts and shirt.  "I'm not going to
wear a bra or panties with this, either, I'll have you know."

   Susan already realized Suzanne wasn't wearing a bra, but she thought,
[Not wearing panties in a summer dress that comes down only about three
inches below her crotch?  That's too revealing!  I had no idea just how
outrageous Suzanne could get.] But she kept such thoughts to herself.  "No,
I can't.  I almost could, but this skirt is just too short."

   "Alright.  Alternate suggestion.  You just wear a T-shirt and shorts,
but no underwear."

   "Okay, okay, you win.  But go easy on my son, okay?  We just want to
stir things up a little bit so his libido will get going again.  We don't
want to give him a heart attack!"

   Suzanne was pleased.  A T-shirt and shorts would be even more arousing
for Alan than the tennis outfit, which showed more skin overall but hid the
best parts all too thoroughly.

   CHAPTER 12

   At about 8:30 PM, shortly after the two women finished choosing their
clothes, Alan left his room to forage the kitchen for food, and saw his
mother there.  She rapidly turned around to greet him, and he noticed that
her breasts bounced as she did so.  They finally jiggled to a stop, as if
someone had shaken a bowl of Jell-O.  [Holy crap!  Why is my mom so bouncy
all of the sudden?]

   [Her outfit is nothing usual...  Wait a minute.  This is my mom we're
talking about here.  She never just wears a plain white T-shirt, much less
one tied up to expose her stomach.  And she CERTAINLY never goes without a
bra!  I can totally see her nipples!  It's like they're fighting to burst
through the fabric.  And as for the white shorts, well, she's worn those
before, but only for sports.  Together with the shirt, she looks so ... 
casual!  My mom?  Casual?  And no bra?!?  Calm down, Alan.  What is going
on here?  There must be a good explanation.]

   He cleared his throat, and said, "Hey, Mom." His voice picked a bad time
to crack, as it still did every now and then.  "Um, are you off to play
some sports or something?"

   "No Tiger, it's too late at night for that.  You're wondering about my
clothing, I guess.  Suzanne is making me wear these crazy things." At the
mention of Suzanne, Susan turned further around to face her best friend,
and her tits were set in motion again.  They crashed into each other like
two basketballs, and then bounced away on their own journeys.

   "Mom, I, uh..." Alan wanted to say something, but didn't know what to
say.  [Should I say she's sexy?  Hot?  No, that would scare her.]

   "Yes, Tiger?" Susan shyly bent her head down, causing more earthquakes
of movement in her chest, and the longer Alan delayed speaking, the more
her face turned from slightly red to burning red.

   "Mom, you look...  young." He unconsciously heaved a big sigh of relief
at finding a diplomatic word.  More confidently, he continued, "Seriously!
You could practically be a high school student.  Your other clothes makes
you look older, but this makes you look ten years younger!"

   Susan blushed even more furiously, but now she was pleasantly
embarrassed at the compliment instead of apprehensive about his reaction.
"No.  You're just saying that, Son."

   "No, really.  It's true!  Dang.  If my friends saw you right now, they'd
totally want to ask you out to the prom.  But what's the special occasion?"

   She smiled a big smile with her head still bowed.  "Why don't you ask
Suzanne about it.  It was her crazy idea.  Would you like something to eat?
I could make you some cookies."

   "That would be great.  Thanks a ton, Mom." He walked over to Suzanne
after delighting in the sight of his mother turning and thus shaking her
chest some more.

   Susan was immensely pleased at his reaction - her husband never
complimented her, and she was starved for positive words.  But at the same
time, she was glad Alan diverted his attention to Suzanne.  Alan's eyes had
been focused on Susan's chest, but Susan was mostly thinking about her
shorts.  It was impossible for Alan to see she wasn't wearing panties, but
Susan could feel the difference very acutely.  The shorts were so tight
they rubbed her crotch maddeningly.  That, the unfamiliar feel of her boobs
bouncing freely inside her shirt, and Alan's eyes boring into her combined
to get her surprisingly aroused.  She felt tingly all over, and could feel
her nipples grow erect.  That only increased her agitation and horniness,
as she knew Alan would be able to see the shape of her nipples that much
better.  She found herself getting wet, just standing in the kitchen and
thinking of Alan looking at her.

   She suddenly attacked the task of making cookies with a passion, to get
her mind off of everything else.

   Alan meanwhile walked over to the dining room table where Suzanne sat,
and sat across the table from her.  He took a good look at her for the
first time since he'd walked in, and dropped his jaw in surprise.  She was
wearing a businesslike dress shirt as she sometimes did, but it was
unbuttoned and opened, and beneath it was something Alan mistakenly assumed
was a tight negligee.  In fact, some daring people wore it out in public,
but few let it ride as low as Suzanne was.  It exposed her boobs more
completely than he'd ever seen them.  As Alan had walked over to her, she'd
unobtrusively lowered the edge of her dress on her rack until the pink edge
of her nipples were barely showing.

   "Wow, Aunt Suzy, you look really pretty today."

   Suzanne leaned forward, and Alan's heart began to race.  "Why thank you,
Sweetie!  You noticed I'm not wearing my usual dress.  About the clothes
your mom and I are wearing...  Susan and I were talking earlier, and
decided that one way we could break you out of your funk was to make
everything around here a bit more sexy, so that you could get in more of a
sexy mood.  And that could help you get over your frustration with
Christine."

   "Wow, thanks, you two!" He was really touched, not to mention shocked.
[I can see they're really trying to help me out.  But what a strange way to
do it.  I can hardly believe this is Susan and Suzanne we're talking about
here!]

   Suzanne asked him, "How do you like my dress?  Is it too much?  Do you
think it's too revealing?" But just as she said the word "revealing," she
flexed her muscles and stuck out her chest.  The black dress slipped down
an inch, revealing all of her nipples.  Alan gasped aloud.

   His heart literally skipped a beat.  "Um, ah, no," he finally said. 
Suzanne could have had a giant X painted on her face and Alan would have
never known, because his eyes never left her chest.

   "Oh, good, 'cos I was worried it's a little loose on me." She leaned
back in her chair, and the dress rode over her nipples again.  She looked
away so Alan would feel freer to check her out.  Alan assumed she simply
didn't know how revealing her dress was, when in fact she knew exactly what
she was doing and delighted in it.  For the next few minutes while she
talked to Alan, her nipples played a constant game of hide and seek.  Alan
felt his rod would burst a hole through his shorts at any moment, and
nervous sweat even appeared on his forehead.

   Pushing her luck even further, she took off her white blouse, so all she
had left was the precarious black dress.  Alan's mouth gaped open and
closed like a gasping fish, but Suzanne turned back towards him and stared
intently into his face, forcing him to turn away and play it cool.  She
turned away again, and Alan resumed standing there with his mouth hanging
open like a drooling idiot.  Suzanne relaxed, and couldn't help but break
into a very slight grin.

   "Tiger, can you help me here?" his mother said loudly from the kitchen.
Suzanne and Alan were within easy hearing range of Susan, but Suzanne
deliberately kept her back to the kitchen so Susan couldn't see what she
was showing off.

   "Sure," said Alan.

   But before he could walk away, Suzanne gave Alan a "come hither" gesture
with her finger, and he bent forward until she could whisper in his ear. 
"Sweetie, you may have noticed your mother isn't wearing a bra.  She isn't
wearing any underwear, for that matter."

   Alan stood up.  He felt like he'd been hit by a train.  Repeatedly. 
Between Suzanne sexily whispering with her top falling open again and the
idea of his incredibly repressed mother "going commando," he thought for
sure he'd cum right in his shorts.  But he managed to hold out.  Finally,
he waddled to the kitchen somewhat like a penguin, trying to prevent his
erection from wildly bouncing around by holding it with a hand in his
pocket.

   "I've looked all over, but I can't find the baking soda," his mother
said to him.  "Can you help?" Alan gasped again, because now she was bent
over and sticking her head into a cabinet near the floor.  Her ass poked
high into the air, and Alan could see from the lack of lines in the fabric
straining against her shorts that Suzanne was right; she wore no panties.
He stared intently at the strip of fabric between her legs, and thought he
could make out the dark shape of her pussy in a bulging mound.  With a hand
still on his penis though the fabric of his shorts pocket, he began playing
"pocket pool," slowly masturbating himself.  He never consciously made the
decision to - it was as if his hand had a mind of its own.

   "Alan, did you hear me?" Susan asked again.

   "Um, sure mom," Alan said, but he stood frozen in place, staring and
rubbing.  He was right on the verge of making a big mess in his shorts.

   "Can I help?" It was the voice of Suzanne.  Alan turned and saw the
woman now standing on the other side of the counter that divided the
kitchen from the dining room.  Her dress hung down a good inch below her
nipples now.  She was playing with fire, standing like this so close to
Susan, but she didn't intend to pull her dress up until Susan began
standing up.  Alan immediately stopped rubbing himself through his shorts,
afraid Suzanne could see what his hand was doing.

   Susan answered, "Sure.  Check around for the baking soda." She spoke
into the cabinet as she was still bending over lewdly.  She was oblivious
to Suzanne's display and even the effect of her own accidental display. 
Her main concern was to hide her erect nipples from Alan's eyes.

   Alan's mouth hung open as he stood there with both hands over his
crotch, looking like he desperately had to pee.  The one two punch of
seeing Susan and Suzanne like this was too much for Alan.  His knees began
to buckle as he started to cum into the front of his shorts.

   Suzanne asked knowingly, "Something wrong there, Sweetie?  Cat got your
tongue?"

   He stood there, mouth agape, as the penis in his shorts visibly spasmed
for Suzanne's eyes despite his best efforts to cover it up with his hands.
His finally said, "Thanks for helping my mom, Aunt Suzy, 'cos I just
remembered something.  I gotta go!" He rushed off to his room in shame,
never taking his hand out of his shorts and off of his now wet penis.  He
couldn't, because his hand was covered with cum.  Susan was still bent over
and oblivious.

   Suzanne pulled her dress back up over her nipples and inwardly chuckled.
[We were just too much for the poor guy.  Now my plan is really kicking
into gear.  This is going to be so much fun!]

   CHAPTER 13 (Monday, Sept.  30)

   The next day, Suzanne decided to wear a very revealing red summer dress.
She loved red because it matched the red highlights in her hair.  Even
though it was almost October, in Southern California where they lived the
weather was always warm, and it happened to be in the middle of a very hot
heat wave.  Her shoulder straps widened as they went down to cover some of
her big tits, but not very much.  The dress hung fairly loose, and Suzanne
could expose her nipples just by pushing into the sides of her boobs with
her upper arms.  If she walked, her tits jiggled and threatened to fall out
the sides of the dress altogether.  The fabric also only extended a few
inches below her crotch.

   Soon Alan would be home.  Suzanne had a trick up her sleeve to push her
teasing a lot further.  Susan, being so conservative and religious, had
always made sure that Alan had a porn filter on the computer in his room.
But in light of Alan's medical diagnosis his mother had decided that Alan
could have the porn filter removed.  So that day, the computer savvy
Suzanne uninstalled the program before he got home.

   Like a cat waiting to pounce, Suzanne then waited for him to get home,
go to his room, and begin masturbating.  She lurked outside his door a few
minutes after she heard him close his drapes to make the room dark, and
then she waited a few more minutes until she figured he was thoroughly
involved in a masturbation session.  Then she knocked on his door.

   "Alan, you in there?  It's me, your Aunt Suzy.  Can I come in?"

   Alan thought this unusual, as she never came into his room.  Especially
lately, everyone had been giving Alan all the privacy he needed.  He
figured it must be something important.

   "Uh yeah, just a minute!" Alan quickly threw on some shorts, raced to
his computer, and turned on the lamp next to it.  He turned on the monitor
and the computer came back to life from sleep mode.  "Come in!" he said,
trying to casually act like he had been working on the computer the whole
time.

   "Hi Alan, how are you doing in here?" Suzanne said as she strolled into
the room and looked around.  "It seems so dark and gloomy.  Are you hiding
from the heat?" The heavy drapes were still closed, making it seem like
nighttime even though it was only 3:30 in the afternoon.  "Sorry to disturb
you, but I was thinking about you probably sulking up here in your dark
room, and I thought I'd come in and try to cheer you up.  Is that okay?"

   "Sure it's okay," he said as he turned around and finally got a good
look at her.  [Whoa!  I've seen Suzanne in some revealing clothes before,
but nothing like this!  For one thing, I think I can see the shape of her
nipples through her dress from all the way over here!  I really think I
can! This is like what Mom wore yesterday, but times ten.] Alan had spent
most of the day at school fantasizing about Suzanne or Susan, but the
reality made the dreams seem like a cheap, pale fraud.

   Suzanne walked over to him and leaned over him to see what he was doing
on the computer.  She pressed one of her breasts into his shoulder as she
drew nearer to the screen.  That was completely unusual, too.  He looked
back over his shoulder in an attempt to look at her face, but his eyes
fixed on her other breast instead.  He realized, [That loose hanging dress
lets me not only see an entirely naked breast, but I can see clear down her
stomach as well!]

   He just gawked dumbly until Suzanne said, "Mind if I have a seat?"

   "Uh, sure!"

   Suzanne grabbed a chair and pulled it up next to his right side.  "What
are you working on there, Sweetie?  Surfing the web?"

   "Yeah." He turned towards the screen, but it was the image of Suzanne's
mammoth boobs that burned deeply into his brain.

   Suzanne leaned forward.  "What page are you reading?  I have a hard time
reading a computer screen without my glasses."

   "Glasses?" he said, "I didn't know you wear glasses."

   "I don't usually.  Only when I have something hard to read." Not only
did Suzanne not need reading glasses, she didn't even own any.  But it was
a good excuse for her to put her face really close to the computer screen
like a nearsighted person.  That again caused the front of her dress to
open out, revealing her breasts once more.  Suzanne was sitting next to
Alan, and his chair was pulled up under the desk and close to the computer
screen, making it awkward for him to look over towards her.  But he quickly
realized that in the dark room, he could see her boobs perfectly clearly in
the reflection off of the screen.

   Alan pondered, [Hunh.  For some reason, Suzanne seems to be completely
oblivious to what she's showing.  Maybe it has to do with her
nearsightedness].  He had such a perfect view of her breasts that he
couldn't believe it.  [Thank the Lord for summer dresses and this heat
wave!]

   Up until recently, Alan had never really thought about Suzanne in a
sexual way before.  He was oblivious to her ravishing beauty because had
come to feel as if she was in fact his second mother.  But his mind was
filling with nothing but pure lust as he stared into the reflection of the
computer screen.  The smell of her perfume was also fogging his brain.  His
penis was already hard, and it grew so very hard that it popped right out
the front of the pair of short shorts he had quickly thrown on.  He was
really kicking himself now for failing in his rush to put underwear on as
well.

   His hands were on the keyboard, and he couldn't figure out how he could
casually stuff his penis back into his pants without drawing attention to
his problem.  Then he realized that if he just scooted forward a bit more,
he could leave it out and it would be too far under the desk for Suzanne to
possibly see.  He decided that was the best solution.

   Alan happened to have his browser open to a news article.  He liked
keeping up on the news.  "Interesting article," said Suzanne, as she read
it.  She figured she'd give him as much time as he wanted to ogle her tits.
He stared at them for long minutes.  He remained excited, but his pounding
heart slowly calmed down.

   Finally she appeared to finish, and said, "The reason I came in here is
that I was thinking there was something that could cheer you up.  I know
you've been falling behind on doing your thing lately, so your mom decided
it would be okay to take the porn filter off of your computer, as one way
to help inspire you.  I took the program off while you were at school, and
I wanted to show you what kinds of things you can see on your computer
now."

   [Whoa.] Alan was really surprised at this turn of events.  [Where is she
going with this?]

   "As it happens and you probably know," she continued, "I don't get a lot
of romance from my husband.  I hate to admit it, but one way I compensate
is by looking at Internet porn.  There's a lot of crap out there, but I
have some sites I've found that are really good, and I wanted to show them
to you, now that you can see them.  Is that okay?"

   What could he say but yes?  "S-s-sure."

   Suzanne grabbed a hold of the mouse and began clicking.  "Yesterday, you
wouldn't have been able to check out this site, but today...  voila!"
Alan's DSL connection allowed a bunch of pictures to pop up instantly.

   Suzanne had spent recent days finding the best pictures she could find,
and she began going through them.  She actually had put them all onto a web
page she'd just created.  "Can I just bookmark these pages?  That way you
can find them later." Alan was still too stunned to speak, but just nodded.

   She had some pictures of beautiful naked women that filled the screen.
She'd especially tried to find pictures that at least somewhat resembled
her.  A large percentage had dark reddish brown hair and green eyes, just
as she did.  Alabaster skin was another common theme.  As she went through
them, Alan felt a high of pure exhilaration.  The feeling of his penis
resting in the open air yet secretly hidden from Suzanne breathing over his
shoulder was almost more than he could handle.

   She came to one picture that was nothing but two enormous tits.  By
happy coincidence, the size and location of the tits roughly fit the image
of her own tits showing through the reflection in the monitor.  They too
were hanging out of a very openly hanging dress, in the same way hers were
at that very moment.  Alan gasped out loud, thinking, [If she only knew! 
My heart is beating so fast - can a teenager die from overtaxing his heart?
Seriously!]

   "You like that one, eh?" she said.  "As a matter of fact, I like that
one too.  Of course I like men, but I must admit looking at a sexy woman
turns me on just as much.  That's why I'm showing you my favorite pictures
of women.  I thought you'd like them just a bit more than my pictures of
men, right?" she nudged him in the shoulder with her own, and they both
laughed.  Alan was so nervous that he laughed far too loud and long.

   Suddenly she got serious, and turned to look him in the face with a very
concerned look.  "You don't think there's something wrong with me if I get
horny looking at women, do you?"

   "Oh, no. ...  No!  That's okay." At least being asked easy questions was
giving him a chance to regain his voice.

   "You don't think it's wrong if sometimes I want to rub my hands all over
a woman's boobs, and even lick her pussy?  Does that make me a lesbian?" In
actual fact, she wasn't just acting.  She really did find herself attracted
to women, and had experimented around some in college.  But she hadn't done
that kind of thing in years, for fear of social scandal in a neighborhood
where tongues wagged.

   "Nuhhh, no," said an increasingly incoherent Alan.  [I've never even
heard her speak a curse word, and now she's talking like this!]

   "Thanks!" She took her left hand, which was pinned behind Alan, and
patted him on his opposite shoulder.  Then she left her hand there.  Alan
was suddenly very conscious about how closely she was near him, and
enveloping him.  He could smell her fragrant perfume and feel her fingers
on his skin.  His heart was beating even more irregularly, and he was
perspiring heavily.

   "Don't worry," she continued, "Going down on a woman, sticking my tongue
deep into her pussy and rubbing my hands all over a pair of big hooters is,
of course, a lot of fun.  But I still think nothing beats a good, hard
cock! So please don't be calling Aunt Suzy a carpet muncher any time soon,
okay?  But I have to admit that a naked woman is more beautiful than a
naked man.  So I just love these pictures.  It looks like we have similar
tastes in women, don't you think?"

   "Yeah. ...  Um, Suzanne, I'm so surprised to hear you speaking so ... 
frankly," Alan replied shakily.  [If she doesn't stop, I'm going to pass
out!]

   "Oh, don't mind me.  I'm just trying to help you with your problem. 
Just like these pictures.  Now that I see you like them, this is something
we can do together more often!  I'll show you more of the pictures I like,
and you can show me the favorites you find, too.  Okay?  There are some
great stories on the web too I can show you later as well.  They're really
hot.  Before long you won't have any trouble doing your thing any more.  Is
it a deal?" One of her hands was still on Alan's back, but she took her
other hand off the mouse and held it out in front of Alan, showing that she
wanted him to shake his hand.

   His shook the hand, more by automatic reflex than anything else.  His
mind was completely blown away.

   "Deal?" she asked again.

   He finally responded, "Deal."

   Susan began to get up.  "I gotta run, but maybe we can do more of this
later tonight, okay?" She stood, and blew him a kiss as she walked out the
door.

   [Shucks,] she thought, [I didn't get a chance to do half the things I
planned to do with this dress, but I guess I've gotta take it slow. 
There's no doubt he was right on the verge.  Not only an orgasm, but a
heart attack!  Ha!  So much fun!  I love my cute and innocent little
Sweetie so much.]

   In fact, immediately after she walked out the door, Alan put his hand on
his exposed penis under the desk, and as soon as he touched it, blew a
large load of sperm into the wooden paneling at the back of his desk.  He'd
never masturbated anywhere other than his bed before and safely into a
towel or tissues.  He looked aghast under the desk, and saw his cum
dripping slowly down the wood and onto the carpet.  He immediately jumped
up and went to grab a towel.  [Gross!  But what a mind blowing experience -
I've never felt anything like that before - not even with Akami when she
put her hands around my thing.  And I did that thinking of Suzanne?  My
Aunt Suzy?  What's wrong with me?]

   Alan stayed in his room, and lay in his bed.  He came several more times
that afternoon, just thinking about his experience with Suzanne.  For a guy
completely inexperienced in all sexual matters, this was all far beyond the
realm of possibility.  [She's never looked like that, talked dirty like
that, or acted like that!  What 's going on?  Is she coming on to me?  Oh
my God - what if she actually wants to kiss me?  What would I do?  Was it
just the heat wave that had her dress like that?  Mom and her talked about
being a bit more sexy, but this is just out of control.]

   He eventually got up to leave, but couldn't resist turning on the
computer again and looking at the picture of the tremendous boobs that so
closely matched Suzanne's reflection.  Just a short glimpse caused him to
quickly cum yet again.  He'd been zero for six all day until Suzanne came
into his room.  [Now, I'm gonna easily break my all time record of seven
before I go to sleep tonight.  Oh my God!  She said she wanted to come back
later tonight to look at more pictures!]

   CHAPTER 14

   Alan took a nap, and at about 5:00 PM he came out of his room and into
the kitchen to get a drink.

   "Howdy, Tiger, did Suzanne help you out with the computer?" Alan heard
his mother's voice say this, but didn't see her.  Then he looked down and
saw that she was mopping the floor of the dining room.

   He suddenly got panicky.  [Oh no!  What does she know about what Suzanne
did in my room?] But then, relaxing, he thought, [Of course.  Susan must
know Suzanne was taking off the porn filter, and she's referring to that.]

   "She sure did, Mom!  Thanks for allowing her to take the filter off.  I
think that'll really help me with my problem.  Way better than those porn
magazines.  I don't think I'll have any problem doing my thing today,
that's for sure!" He decided not to mention how looking at Suzanne turned
him on much more than the pictures.

   "That's good," Susan said out loud, but inwardly she worried.  [Suzanne
came into his room dressed pretty skimpily, and she's a very attractive
woman.  I don't know about that.  It seems a liiiiitttttle bit ... 
dangerous.  God, what if he masturbates thinking about her?  Or me?  Did I
go too far with that shirt last night?  It's much better he thinks about
Suzanne, if he has to think about anyone.  I should thank her later.  Alan
looks like he's been reborn, and is totally over his blue mood!]

   Alan walked around the counter and took a closer look at his mother. 
She was wearing a dress and an apron.  [No way!  She isn't wearing any
panties!] Alan's thoughts screamed through his brain as his penis, weary
from several masturbations, immediately sprang to life.  Susan's ass was
wiggling high up in the air as her whole body rocked back in forth to the
rhythm of her scrubbing a troublesome spot on the floor with a rag.  Her
short skirt left most of her ass exposed - an ass completely unencumbered
by panties.

   Her display was entirely unintentional.  She'd made two promises to
Suzanne.  One, to go without underwear for a few days, and two, wear this
maid outfit for the day.  Having worn panties her whole life and unused to
such short skirts, she forgot what she now revealed when the two promises
were put together.

   Alan dropped his mouth open and gaped.  Finally, he adjusted his penis
in his pants to make his hardness less obvious.  He walked around to stand
in front of his mother and make idle chitchat.  But really he went there so
he could see her bra-free tits swung back and forth like two steadily
rocking pendulums.  They were still contained in the dress, but Alan was
pleased to see it was an extremely low-cut one.  He didn't know weather to
laugh with joy, or cry in frustration of forbidden fruits.

   "Hi mom," he finally said to her.

   "Oh, hi Tiger." She looked up at him and smiled.

   He couldn't help but ask, "What's with the funny maid outfit?"

   "Oh that.  Isn't it silly?  I made a bet with Suzanne and I lost the
bet. I had to do anything she said, and this is what she chose - that I
wear this for the day."

   "What was the bet about?"

   Susan blushed and dodged the question.  "That's not important.  What
really rankles me is that she's trying to get me to wear all kinds of crazy
things all of the sudden.  But I feel like a dork.  Don't you think it
makes me look dorky?"

   Alan walked back around to look at her ass again.  "No way.  Not dorky."
[Nobody with an ass like that could ever be called dorky.  What's happening
here?  It's like I'm in the Twilight Zone all of the sudden!  The land of
no underwear episode.  Is Suzanne behind this?] "I definitely like it. 
It's very classy.  Definitely super undorky."

   "Dorky, I tell you." But Susan smiled at the compliment, still oblivious
to what she was showing.  Alan reluctantly left the room, realizing that if
he stayed longer she'd get wise and then upset.  Needless to say, he rushed
to his room to masturbate yet again.

   But Alan wasn't done.  After he masturbated, he sat restless in his
room. [I can't believe what just happened.  I just masturbated to thoughts
of my mom.  Gross!  But how can I help it?  She's a woman; a good looking
woman.  No, a great looking woman.  And for all I know, even as I sit here,
she's in the living room in that insane maid costume bending over in some
obscene position like I saw her before.  Oh man!  Just thinking about it,
I'm getting hard as a steel bar.  I can't stand it.  Is this what they
meant by helping me?  That can't be!]

   He stood up and paced back and forth across his room, over and over. 
[Aaaarrrggh!  This is killing me.  What is my mom doing right now?  It's
been thirty or so minutes since I was out there.  Is she still dressed like
that?  I mean, it's not like there's something wrong in just going out and
checking to see what she's wearing.  But she is my mom. ...  Aaaarrrggh! 
Dammit!  Okay, just one quick check.]

   He threw open the door and hurried downstairs to the living room.  To
his considerable delight and simultaneous tortured horror, he discovered
her still in the maid outfit, cleaning windows.  The house had high
windows. She had to stand on her toes and reach high up to get to the top
of them, and each time she did this her entire ass came into view.

   Alan thought he his brain would split right in two.  [Okay.  I'm a Boy
Scout, nearly an Eagle Scout.  I have to do the right thing.  I have to
tell her what she's showing, and not just gawk.  She's my mother, for
Christ's sake!  But on the other hand, I don't have to tell her right away,
do I?  I'm so hard!  This IS helping me!  I won't have trouble getting
inspired to masturbate for years!  Oh man.  Her ass cheeks.  They keep
shifting back and forth, like she's doing a sexy walk.  The desire to just
put my hand...  No! ...  And why the HELL is she dressed like this,
anyways? If she spreads her legs at all, I might even be able to see her...
Right between...  No.  Don't even go there, Alan.  Don't even go there.]

   He noisily made his way towards her and said as casually as possible,
"Hey Mom.  Still wearing that funny outfit?"

   "Dorky, more like." She was oblivious to her exposed ass, and in her
usual good spirits.

   "Mom, I'm dying here.  Dying of curiosity.  What on Earth did you bet
with Suzanne that made you wear that?"

   Susan turned around towards him, and blushed a deep blush.  Then she
turned away again, which happily brought her semi-naked ass back into his
view.  "Nothing.  Not important."

   [Man alive!  The mystery deepens!] Just then, Alan heard a door open. 
He saw that it was Suzanne's daughter Amy.  [Aha!  My savior!  I can get
her alone, and have her tell Susan to change clothing.  Then Susan won't be
embarrassed that I saw.  Amy is very dependable and won't give me a hard
time about it.  Perfect.]

   So Alan told Amy what to do, and Amy got Susan to change.  Susan was
horrified to find out what she was showing.  Later, she repeatedly wondered
if Alan saw, but she was too shy to ask or even bring it up.  She was
surprised to discover that she didn't really mind if he had seen.  In fact,
in her heart of hearts she wondered if it was really an accident that she
was doing so many tasks that showed off her ass when she knew he was
around.

   Alan found he had no choice but to hurry back to his room and masturbate
yet again.

   After dinner Suzanne came over again, wearing a new dress.  Her lower
extremities were covered well enough, but two strips of cloth that crossed
each other in the back and again in the chest left little to the
imagination.  Katherine sat with them in the living room and they all
played cards, which they often did after dinner.

   Katherine was a bit taken aback by the clothing of the two women,
especially Suzanne's dress.  Suzanne often raised her arms, frequently
yawning, or at least pretending to yawn.  It seemed obvious to Katherine
that such movements were specifically designed to excite Alan, and exciting
him they were.  Katherine thought to herself, [Alan's totally checking
Suzanne out!  He's spellbound by the view of her boobs.  And it almost
seems as if Mom isn't wearing a bra either, but that couldn't be possible.
Could it?]

   Katherine was a prudish and shy girl, but she was so flummoxed by the
strange situation that she just had to say something.

   "Suzanne.  That dress of yours.  It's very, uh..."

   "Sexy?" Suzanne helpfully suggested.

   "Yeah, very sexy."

   "Oh, thank you!  You noticed!  You're probably wondering why I'm wearing
it.  As you know, Alan has been so down in the dumps now, for almost a
week. And he's totally fallen off of his 'schedule.'" That was another
euphemism, referring to his chart of the number of times he got sexual
relief a day.  "So your mother and I decided that if we made things around
here a little bit more sexy, we could break him out of his depression over
Christine, and at the same time get his libido going again.  Today's our
first full day.  And according to Alan, it appears to be working.  Look how
much more happy he is already!  Alan, do you think this dress is sexy?"

   Everyone looked at Alan.  There's no doubt he was smiling and happy if a
bit in awe.  He was practically struck stupid by Suzanne's sexiness, and
was losing badly at cards.  "Uh, yeah," was all he could manage.

   Suzanne continued, "If you feel comfortable doing it, you can also dress
up a bit more sexily, Katherine.  The more the merrier, right Alan?"

   "Okay!" Katherine answered before Alan could.

   Susan quickly interjected, "The emphasis there is on 'a bit.' Let's not
overdo this, okay?  Everything in moderation.  Isn't your dress a little
too much, Suzanne?  I mean, really!  And only in this house, is that clear,
Angel?  I feel horrible just thinking about some strange man looking at my
daughter with lust in his eyes."

   Katherine giggled happily.  "Sure.  What a good idea!  Of course I'll
help out.  Anything for my number one brother!"

   "Hey, I'm your only brother," said Alan.

   "That's why you're my number one brother," she joked.

   No more was said of such things that evening, and Suzanne did not in
fact visit Alan's room again that evening.  She decided, [I had to pace
myself more, if I don't won't Susan to get suspicious or mad.  Making her
wear that maid outfit was really pushing my luck; if I get caught naked
with Alan straight on the heels of that I'll be in big trouble.  Best let
things cool down a bit for a few days.  All in all, my plan to seduce Alan
is working like a charm.  All I need is patience.]



   NOTE: This story has been fully illustrated, using anime artwork heavily
edited by the author to match the story.  A part such as the above text has
around 25 - 35 images.  Please check out the illustrated version here:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kristen/www/@/std/std1.htm
Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of OmegaZone, Spurtz, EBC, and

NightShadow.
   This work is copyrighted to Spacer X (c) 2004 with all rights reserved. 

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