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SIX TIMES A DAY - Part 2 (MF, inc, slow, reluc, voy)

   by Spacer X (paul_t_22@yahoo.com)

   This is part of a longer e-novel.  It's highly recommended that you
start at the beginning in order to understand the characters and previous
events.

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



   CHAPTER 1 (Tuesday, Oct.  1)

   Susan and Suzanne were now showing themselves off to Alan.  His sister
Katherine had also taken notice of the new behavior and didn't want to miss
out.  When Alan came home on Tuesday afternoon, he was surprised to find
Katherine wearing the sexiest and most revealing clothes he'd ever seen her
wear.  She had on a tight white top that left her stomach exposed, and an
extremely short pair of white shorts.  It was a not-so-subtle imitation of
what Susan had worn the night before last.

   Katherine, feeling his eyes upon her, asked shyly, "Hey Bro!  How do you
like my clothes?  I bought these things last year, but never ended up
wearing 'em.  Now Mom will finally let me." He complimented it and noticed
that, just like the other women, she didn't appear to be wearing a bra. 
Her boobs weren't Wonders of the World like Suzanne's and Susan's.  But
they still were plenty to get a man's heart racing, especially since was
bouncing around in excitement over being allowed to wear these clothes.

   "It's very nice," he admitted honestly.  He joked, "It's like, from this
century!" She was very pleased and laughed heartily.

   He left the room but returned a minute later.  He was surprised to find
Katherine still standing there with her eyes closed.  She had two hands
down below her waist, and was making strange motions with them.  [If I
didn't know better, it almost looks like her hands are making the motions
of someone stroking a penis,] Alan thought.  [But obviously that can't be,]
he concluded.  He was too shy to ask what she was doing, and left the room
unnoticed.

   He was so surprised at her behavior that about a minute later he had to
go back to look at her again.  She was still making the strange hand
motions, but this time she noticed him come in and immediately stopped.

   There was no hiding that fact that he'd seen her doing something, so he
asked, "Katherine, what are you doing there?"

   "Oh, nothing," she said, a bit flustered, but trying to look casual. 
"Just thinking about somebody," she added, giving him a smile.

   That only amazed Alan even more.  He wondered if she had a new
boyfriend. But he left without asking any more.

   He then walked into the dining room and found Susan and Suzanne chatting
and drinking coffee.  His mother wore a red silk top that wasn't especially
revealing of her big tits, but did leave her stomach completely open.  She
wore shorts, shorter than any she'd worn before.  In the back, the shorts
reached just as far down as the fold of skin at the edge of her ass cheeks.
He didn't recognize either item, which was because they were both Suzanne's
clothes that even Suzanne had never been bold enough to wear.  They both
got up upon seeing him, and bounded across the room to him.  With all the
bouncing that ensued, he knew that, again, neither of them were wearing a
bra.

   Both of them hugged him, pressing from either side.  He realized, [I can
feel four nipples pressing against my chest!  All at once!  Somehow I could
believe this kind of thing coming from Suzanne, but it just doesn't seem
possible that my mom would dress like this as well.  Someone wake me up
from this weird dream.  I'm having totally unthinkable feelings about them
both!  Constantly!]

   Suzanne, meanwhile, was wearing a dark blue dress that showed off her
body impressively.  Alan loved the dark blue color, as it contrasted with
her reddish brown hair and pale creamy skin so effectively.  The dress put
her cleavage on exceptionally fine display.

   What do you think, Alan?" Suzanne asked.  "Va-va-voom!" She stepped back
and positioned herself like the famous scene of Marilyn Monroe standing
above an air grate.  Unfortunately there was no wind to blow her dress up,
but the pose was a big hit with him just the same.  She brushed a hand
through her hair and stared at him with hungry eyes.  As she leaned over,
he could see her boobs hanging down dramatically inside her dress.

   Susan laughed happily but nervously, and said, "My friend is so
shameless, isn't she?  Suzanne, you really go too far." She began walking
towards the kitchen, saying, "Come on, Tiger, you must be thirsty.  What
would you like to drink?"

   As Susan poured Alan his favorite drink, milk, Suzanne added, "I dressed
your mother up in some of my clothes today, because all of hers are so
totally square." Susan leaned back over a counter towards the dining room,
and playfully stuck her tongue out at Suzanne.  In the process, she bent
over and revealed to Alan nearly as much of her equally considerable
cleavage as Suzanne had just done.

   Suzanne continued, "Starting tomorrow, the two of us are going to go
shopping and get her some new clothes.  She's been the fashion torchbearer
for the Victorian Era for far too long!  I have a news flash: Victoria's
Secret has nothing to do with Queen Victoria."

   Susan laughed, flicked her wrist, and said "Oh, you!" like some silly
schoolgirl.

   Soon the situation was back to normal, with the two of them sitting at
the dining room table again.  Alan made up an excuse to leave and went back
to his room to beat off.  After an unprecedented sexy triple display of the
three women closest to him, he had no trouble at all getting quick relief.

   He spent much of the evening masturbating in his room, or if he wasn't
up for that, then thinking about all that he'd seen lately.  But most of
all he was dying of anticipation, because of Suzanne's visit the night
before.  He expected her to come in and do the same at any moment.  But he
was disappointed - Susan and Suzanne got to talking, and Suzanne was unable
to find a chance to be alone before it grew late and she had to leave.

   Alan had set a personal record of seven orgasms the day before.  He
ended up equaling it this day, even without new inspiration from Suzanne.
He worried though if what had happened was a freak event, but he needn't
have worried.  Suzanne was very determined to give him much more assistance
soon.

   CHAPTER 2 (Wednesday, Oct.  2)

   The next afternoon, Alan hurried home, masturbated, took a nap, then
woke up and masturbated again.  This was becoming his daily routine and
served as two dependable checks on his chart out of the six he needed.  He
was so sexually naīve that he couldn't actually imagine having sex, and
instead dreamed of running his hands over naked skin.  Even kissing seemed
beyond him.  He mostly thought about Suzanne and tried to push thoughts of
Katherine and Susan out of his head.  Since Suzanne wasn't technically
family, he figured that made her an acceptable fantasy target.

   But not long after finishing for the second time, the object of his
fantasy knocked on his door.  This time, Suzanne was smarter about her
arrival than she had been last time.  Rather than come in before he'd
masturbated, she decided it was better to come in immediately after.  That
would make it harder to get him aroused, but it meant he could stay hard a
lot longer.  She actually waited outside with her ear to his door until she
heard the quiet noises from his bed finally stop.  Then she knocked.

   "Come in," yelled Alan.  He again had thrown on only a T-shirt and
shorts but no underwear, deliberately this time.  He sat up in his bed with
a science fiction novel.  This time he thought he knew the dress she would
be wearing, and he was eagerly looking forward to seeing her in it.  But to
his surprise, she was wearing something even sexier.  She now wore a skimpy
summer dress that was partly see-through.  Or perhaps it was lingerie - he
wasn't sure.  Alan's heart beat fast.

   Suzanne walked right over to his bed, and said, "I thought we could do
more of what we did yesterday.  I've got some more Internet porn to show
you.  Does that sound fun?"

   "Very," he said enthusiastically.  He was really nervous, but a little
more confident than the nervous wreck he was yesterday, with a better sense
of what would happen.

   "Great, but why the dungeon look?  I thought you were cheered up." The
heavy drapes were drawn again, keeping the room nearly dark as night.

   Alan tried to think.  He didn't want to open the drapes because he was
hoping the same lighting effect would allow him to glimpse the reflections
of her breasts again, but of course he couldn't say that.  So instead he
claimed, "I just woke up from a nap, and when I open up the drapes it hurts
me eyes.  Besides, it keeps the room cool.  It's so hot lately."

   "Just wondering," Suzanne said.  With the double meaning evident in her
voice, she noted, "Things are getting pretty hot." More playfully, she
added, "Although, I was rather hoping you'd say you were a vampire and
wanted to bite my neck."

   Alan realized he had a problem.  His penis was already hard as iron, and
sticking out through the zipper fly of his tight, short shorts.  To stuff
them back into the shorts would be like putting an elephant into a
breadbox. But he was sitting under covers in his bed, not in front of the
computer.  [How to get from here to there without her noticing?]

   "Maybe its better if you open them up a crack," he said.

   "Okay.  I take it you mean the drapes and not my clothes," she responded
playfully (not that her clothes had any cracks to open, as they already
were barely clinging to her body).  When she faced away from him and walked
towards the window a few feet away, he leaped out of his bed and made it to
his computer chair in record time.  He immediately scooted up the chair to
make sure his exposed penis went far under the desk.

   However, the lightning fast action of a sleepy boy immediately roused
Suzanne's suspicion.  She took a good look at him from across the room.  At
first she couldn't see anything much, as his back was now turned to her,
but as she walked closer towards his desk she hit the right angle that
showed his exposed hard-on.

   [Oh joy,] she thought, and clasped her hands together in glee.  [Just
look at that big boy!  This is going to be even more fun than I thought! 
How many more days will it take for my scheme to unfold before he's
pounding me silly with that thing?  I can't wait!]

   She sat down right at his side like she did yesterday, and judged it
time to bring up the weather some more, for further teasing.

   "So you call this cool, hunh?" She grabbed one part of her dress in
front of her boobs and began pulling it out and away from her cleavage then
back towards her slowly and repeatedly, as if she was fanning herself. 
Each time she pulled the dress away, she completely exposed her breasts to
Alan's helplessly gawking eyes.  She left one boob totally naked by the
time she was done fanning.

   "I don't know about you, but I'm soooo hot!" she added.  The house
luckily wasn't air-conditioned, but Suzanne had gone further and, using the
bathroom across the hallway, dabbed herself with water all over before
coming to Alan.  The effect was that her clothes were sticking to her all
over, and rivulets of water were running down her skin everywhere.  She
looked like she was sweating profusely, as if she'd just run a marathon. 
She finally pulled the shirt away from her and used one hand to keep it
open, allowing Alan unrestricted access to peek at her naked boobs,
glistening with dripping water.

   [God, I've never seen anything so sexy!] Alan thought.  "You are HOT!"
he abruptly said out loud, in pure amazement.  Then he blushed at his
brashness.

   "Why Sweetie," she replied coyly, "are you saying I look unusually warm,
or are you saying that I'm an attractive woman?"

   [Tough question,] he thought.  [Am I allowed to call Aunt Suzy "hot" or
did I really make a blunder?] He looked at her again, with her exposed
breasts just a foot from his face.  He had a strong urge to simply bury his
face in there.  [Damn, if I can't call her hot, then nothing is hot.]

   "Uh, erm, both, actually."

   "My Sweetie!" she delightedly reached around him and gave him a big hug,
which wasn't hard to do, as he was already leaning over so far towards her
chest.  He felt her hardened nipples pressing firmly into his chest.  She
tried her best to get her boobs to rub against his chest without making it
look too obvious.

   "Thank you so much!" she went on.  "You've never complimented my looks
before, you meanie.  Do you really think I'm attractive?" she pulled back
from her tight hug so he could get a more complete look at her, even as she
remained sitting in the adjacent chair.  One of her breasts still hung
lewdly out of her dress, but she appeared to be completely oblivious of
that fact.  Alan couldn't believe his luck.  [This is too weird, too good.
Something strange is going on!] he thought nervously.  [I really must be in
a Twilight Zone episode.  Maybe the one where the guy thinks he's in
Heaven, but it turns out to be Hell.  This is all a big joke or something.]

   "Yes.  You're gorgeous," he finally said.

   "Oh, Alan!" She hammed up a dramatic swoon backwards, for his benefit.
"Oh, I'm so excited.  That makes looking at these naughty pictures that
much more fun, don't you think?" She turned to the computer and said, "Why
don't we get started?"

   "Yeah okay," he said, as he watched her begin typing on the keyboard. 
The tit closest to him still hung out, but as she leaned forwards, the
dress fell forwards as well, causing both tits to be completely exposed to
his eyes.  When she finished typing the web link, she again put one arm
behind him and placed her hand on his opposite shoulder.  This caused one
of her naked tits to press against his own uncovered arm, just below the
bottom of his shirtsleeve.  He could feel all the sweaty wetness on her arm
seeping onto his.

   [I can't believe she doesn't realize her nakedness!] he thought,
cluelessly.  The room was still dark enough so could see her chest through
the reflection of the monitor again as well.  With her other hand she
manipulated the mouse, causing naked pictures to pop up as they did the day
before.

   The website had a generic name, but like yesterday, it was actually the
one she had thrown together herself in the past few days.  So there were no
advertisements or flashy graphics, just lots of picture links to click on.
This way, she could control exactly what he saw.

   She grabbed his hand and guided it over the mouse as if he'd never used
a mouse before.  "Yesterday I just showed some pictures of women, but today
I thought I'd show you some pictures of people together.  Here, go ahead
and click on any of the links." Actually, it was just another excuse to
touch.

   She asked, "There.  Doesn't that just make you hot?" He clicked open
more pictures, which showed men fucking women, women on women, and much
more.  "I know it gets me going."

   She took both of her hands, now that she didn't have to hold the mouse,
and began rubbing them on her body on the outside of her clothes, while she
stared intently at the screen.  At first she did it very subtly, as if she
didn't even realize what she was doing.  But she gradually began moving her
hands further a field, and more vigorously.  "I get so HOT looking at these
pictures," she said breathlessly.

   Alan turned his head and just stared at her instead of the naked photos.
[Real life is so much better!]

   One of her hands finally reached an exposed breast, after going
seemingly everywhere else.  Realizing she couldn't keep up the pretense
that she didn't notice she was hanging out all over forever, she looked at
her boob and exclaimed with surprise, "Oh, would you look at that!" She
looked at Alan's face and said, "Looks like you already are!" then giggled.

   Alan got really red in the face and muttered, "Sorry..."

   "No reason to be!" she came back quickly.  "Your mother, sister, and I
are trying to get you horny, so you can jack off more often.  So something
like an exposed boob or two can only help, right?  You don't mind, do you?"

   "Mind?" he asked incredulously.  "No, that's cool," he said in an
unsuccessful attempt to brush it off like he was cool and didn't care one
way or another.  [As if this kind of thing happens all the time ...  not!]

   "Does it get you excited?" she asked, obviously excited herself.

   He said, "Yes," but he couldn't bear to look her in the face while
saying so.  He turned away towards the wall.

   "Well if that's the case," said Susan, "maybe I'll just leave them
hanging out, then.  In fact, maybe I'll just open this dress up a bit more.
That might help you out." She pushed a shoulder strap off of her shoulder,
and then pushed the other one off as well.  That left the skimpy, partly
transparent dress crumpled uselessly around her waist.

   Alan was trying his best to keep his cool, but he couldn't resist
turning around again to see what she did.  He was thrilled to see her
completely naked from the waist up.  She leaned forward towards the
computer screen, exciting Alan even more.  Her hooters were very firm and
high.  The nipples poked out as if they were trying to fly towards the
computer screen, and were attempting to pull the rest of the boobs outwards
in a frustrated attempt to fly away.

   She smiled at Alan, and then again stared at the computer screen, as if
she was so absorbed with the pictures there that she was completely
oblivious to the fact Alan was looking only at her and didn't give a flying
fuck about the pictures.  She leaned forward on both arms even further,
until she was practically over the desk.  This caused her dress to slide
down her body until it was barely caught by her hips.  "Oh, I just loooove
looking at these pictures!  I love it!" She closed her eyes and wiggled her
body slightly back and forth, knowing this would cause her tits to rock and
sway.  "I love it!  So good!" she said again even more enthusiastically,
and from the look on her face, Alan wondered if she was in the throes of an
orgasm.  She was putting on an exaggerated show, but it actual fact she
really was getting close to an orgasm just from being an exhibitionist.

   Suddenly, she sat back down and looked very casually at Alan.  "Don't
you?" she asked in a perfectly calm voice.

   "What was that?  Don't I what?" said the stunned teenager.  It occurred
to him that he'd never actually seen a bare chest in real life before.  He
was rapidly approaching his limit of how much excitement he could take.

   "Don't you love the pictures, of course!" she playfully chided him. 
Then she closed her eyes as she sat, and again her face contorted to look
like she was being fucked.

   She put her hands on her legs and then began rubbing the pale skin
there. Very quickly she reached the edge of her dress, which already just
barely covered her pussy from exposure.  She reached underneath, and began
running her hands over her naked skin under the dress.  She reached her
stomach, and kept moving higher, until her hands were at the clump of cloth
around her stomach.  The effect of having both hands so far up was that it
now completely exposed her pussy to Alan's eyes.  She hadn't actually
touched her pussy yet - she figured she'd take his seduction one step at a
time.  He looked down at her luxuriant and hairy pussy, the first one he'd
ever seen in real life.  He was on the verge of cumming, just from what he
was seeing.  He realized he was building up for an orgasm to end all
orgasms, and there was nothing he could do about it.  Normally he could
just take his hands off of his penis to stop or slow down his buildup, but
he couldn't do that now because he wasn't touching anything in the first
place.

   Suzanne said, "It feels soooo good to touch my skin.  Why don't you
touch yours?  I think you know where.  Isn't that what the doctor ordered?"

   That command caused him to lose it.  He couldn't take it any more, and
reached under the desk to openly jack off, no longer caring about the shame
of Suzanne watching him.  But before his hands even reached his penis, he
exploded, sending his seed all over the wooden paneling on the back of the
desk, just as he did yesterday.

   He was really embarrassed, but his embarrassment didn't end there,
because it seemed like his penis was a fire hose going off, shooting sperm
everywhere.  It simply would not stop.  He'd never cum so much in his life,
and was completely unused to cumming in the open air instead of into a
towel or tissue.  He imagined his balls draining empty until they were just
empty sacks hanging down.  He grabbed his penis with both hands and held on
like he was riding a bucking bronco.  Suzanne stared at it with wide eyes.
Finally, mercifully, it ended.

   He groaned, and slowly placed his head on the table.  He felt totally
spent.

   He felt Suzanne's hands now patting and rubbing his back, through his
T-shirt.  She said soothingly, "Felt good, didn't it?" Inwardly, she
marveled at the amount of cum he'd spewed forth.  [This is the advantage of
being in love with a teenager.  Boundless enthusiasm.]

   Alan could only groan again.  He was practically unable to speak.

   "There, there, I'm sure it felt good, Sweetie," she continued.  "That's
what it's all about, isn't it?  You have to do that six times a day, and
then you'll be healthy and strong.  I'd like to help out.  Do you mind if I
help out like this?"

   "No, Aunt Suzy." He was finally speaking.  "God no!  That was ...  wow."
[I have to do THAT six times a day?] he thought.  [I'll die before I'm
twenty!]

   Suzanne was getting a kick of out maintaining the fiction that the
website did this to him.  "Pretty amazing Internet porn, hunh?  I have to
agree.  That's why those are my favorite pictures."

   Alan had hardly paid any attention to the pictures, and Suzanne knew it.
Maybe he'd looked at them for a minute or two.  It was all about Suzanne.
[It's like having a live Playboy Playmate of the Year in my room!  She got
naked in my room.  Naked.  She still is, right next to me!  No clothes. 
This is Suzanne we're talking about!  She never so much as winked at me
until a couple days ago.]

   Suzanne stood up and turned around to look for a towel.  Alan now had
his arms cradling his face on the desk, but he looked up and saw her ass
enticingly near to him.  All the wetness of Suzanne's sweat and the water
she used caused her thin dress to stick to the skin of her ass and make it
appear see through, almost as if she wasn't wearing anything over it at
all. Little did Alan know, but Suzanne also had a powerful orgasm at the
same time he did, also without ever even touching her hands to her pussy.
Her own juices were dripping down her legs, which was one reason why she
wanted a towel.  Alan's gaze hadn't moved any lower than her ass by the
time she walked away, so he didn't see her leakage.

   There were some silky hand towels and tissues next to Alan's bed.  She
said, "Here we are," and went to grab to grab them.

   Alan immediately jumped up out of his chair and shouted, "NO!" He
quickly crossed the room.

   "Uh, what I mean is," he said more calmly as he reached her, "please let
me do it myself.  This is really embarrassing."

   She had grabbed one of the towels, but he quickly grabbed it out of her
hand.  He knew that the one she'd grabbed, bunched up and on top of the
others, was the one he had cum into when he had masturbated earlier in the
afternoon.  He was petrified that she'd find his cum, dried or maybe still
wet, on the towel.  It was a bit irrational since he'd just cum like the
Old Faithful geyser, but he wasn't anywhere close to thinking straight.

   He was so focused on the towel problem that he didn't realize he was now
standing opposite Suzanne with his penis still hanging out of his shorts.
Normally it would have been hard again given the look at her ass that he'd
just had, but it was still only at half strength since he'd cum three times
in the last hour and a half.

   Suzanne furtively noticed though, and was secretly delighted.  [Better
to not let on how he's hangin' or he'll cover up,] she thought happily. 
[What a hunk.  So fit, and well hung to boot.  He is so ripe, just like a
ripe fruit ready to be picked.  A virgin, all for little ol' me, heh-heh.]

   Alan immediately bent down under desk and wiped the cum off of the wood
and carpet using his already soiled towel.

   Now it was Suzanne's turn to gaze at his ass, which was wiggling up in
air in his barely sufficient short shorts.  She simultaneously grabbed
another towel and used it to wipe her sex juices from off of her legs, now
that he wasn't looking.  [Man, I came a river, didn't it?  This is so
excellent!  It's been years since something like that...  I must have been
dripping my cum all over the floor as I walked around.  This room is going
to smell like a cum-splattered whorehouse for days,] she realized
delightfully.

   She was getting horny all over again as she moved in for a closer view
of Alan's ass.  [What a beautiful young man,] she thought.  [He has it all,
in front and back.] But she also realized she had to pace herself.  [That's
enough for today.  I probably went too far as it is.  He's so shy and naive
- if I don't watch out I'll literally kill him with excitement!  Heh-heh.
Tomorrow I'll take things just a bit further.  It's not just a matter of
what Alan wants,] she thought.  [I'm sure I could get him to fuck me if I
took the lead, and he'd love it.  But I have to think about what Susan and
Katherine would think, and work them along first.  It's impossible to keep
a secret for long around here.]

   "Okay, Sweetie, I'll leave you to that," she said.  He was still under
the desk, furiously trying to clean.  "Same time tomorrow?" When she didn't
get an answer, she added, "Just say yes."

   "Yes," she heard him mutter from under the desk.  Then, with much more
enthusiasm, "Yes!  Definitely yes!"

   "Okay.  Please don't tell Susan about any of this, right, Sweetie?" She
opened the door and looked around the hallway.  [Looks like no one was
eavesdropping. ...  Oops!] She looked down and realized her boobs were
still hanging out of her dress.  She quickly popped them back in, and
decided to head for the bathroom to change and make herself more publicly
presentable.  She was still wet and sweaty.

   She had one parting comment.  "One last thing.  You should really get a
fan in here and ventilate your room.  It smells like your cum all over. 
Personally I love it, but it might upset your mother.  Ta-ta!"

   The idea of Suzanne loving the smell of his cum coupled with the thought
of her returning got Alan fully hard all over again.  He quickly threw
himself on the bed and came within minutes, for the fourth time in less
than two hours.  [This certainly is going to be a record day!]

   CHAPTER 3 (Wednesday, Oct.  2 - Thursday, Oct.  3)

   That night, Suzanne stayed for dinner and pressured Susan into wearing
something more revealing.  She didn't need to pressure Katherine, who
seemed to be getting a kick out of dressing sexily for the first time in
her life.  But the daughter didn't go all out like Suzanne, for fear of her
mother disapproving, and also a lingering sense of restraint.

   Susan wore a low cut black dinner dress that revealed a tremendous
amount of cleavage.  Suzanne literally had to push her friend from behind,
across the kitchen into the dining room and sit her down.  Susan sat down,
took one look at Alan sitting across from her, and then stood up again. 
"Oh Alan, I'm sorry.  Suzanne is being so mean.  She said I have to wear
this, but it's really too much, isn't it?  First the dorky maid outfit and
now this.  I'd better go get changed." She turned around, but Suzanne was
behind her with her hands on her shoulders again, and wouldn't let her go.

   "No, wait mom," Alan said.  "I really appreciate what you're trying to
do, how you're getting me interested in women again.  When I see you like
that, it makes me proud to have a mom who cares so much to help me out. 
Please stay."

   "Are you sure, Son?  I don't know." She turned back around and held her
arms underneath her boobs, inadvertently causing them to press forward and
threaten to spill out of her dress.  "Dressed like this, I feel so... 
So... Oh, I can't say it!"

   Alan asked, "Feel so what?  It's just a cocktail dress, Mom."

   "I know, but I feel so ...  naked." She barely whispered the word
"naked," and then blushed and closed her eyes.  Alan's penis, already at
full attention, tried to escape from his shorts.

   Katherine spoke up.  "Mom, it's no big deal.  That kind of dress is so
common.  Relax.  Come on and eat dinner already."

   So Susan sat down, but she could hardly look anyone else in the eyes for
the whole meal.  Such clothing was completely unheard of for her.

   With all three women there during dinner, Alan was transfixed at looking
at one woman after another and had a hard time remembering to occasionally
put food in his mouth.  His penis bulged out of his pants so obscenely that
he was fairly surprised the fabric didn't completely burst.  Suzanne sat
next to him at the table and so had an exclusive viewpoint of his crotch.
She seemed to delight in furtively looking at the bulge in his pants, and
provoking it even further.

   Since she was sitting next to him, she sat very close and brushed up
against his shoulder and arm whenever she could.  At one point she squeezed
his knee under the table, as if it was a gesture of support for what he was
saying.  She saw from his face that that touch almost caused him to cum in
his shorts, so she refrained from moving her hands even more aggressively.
Midway through the meal she thought, [He's so overwhelmed that if I provoke
him any more, it'll be just plain mean.] She laid off for a while.

   But after dinner ended Suzanne again took the lead in pushing things
farther.  The four of them retired to the living room to hang out and watch
TV.  Suzanne wore a low cut dress without a bra, which was about the third
change of clothes she'd made that day for Alan's sake.  She had a new habit
of leaning forward as if deeply engrossed in the conversation.  That didn't
just show her nipples if one looked at the right angle - it exposed her
entire tits no matter what angle one chose to look from.

   Suzanne's tit flashes were so obvious that even Susan noticed them. 
"Um, Suzanne, don't you think you should be careful about your dress?"

   "What?  Oh, right." Suzanne pulled herself back and her nipples were
once again covered up, though just barely.  "That's the problem in wearing
this sexy stuff.  Sometimes you show more than you realize."

   Within minutes, she was bending forward again and showing off her
incredible creamy jugs.  It was all Alan could do not to cum right in his
shorts.  Eventually he could take no more and hurried off to his room to
masturbate.  When he got back to the dining room, he got so excited all
over again that within minutes he had to make another run to his room.  He
felt like someone with the runs forced to rush to the bathroom to relieve
himself every few minutes, except he was masturbating each time instead.

   Suzanne had plans to go back to Alan's room again, but she realized that
he was already masturbating so much that evening that another visit might
be overkill.  He made three quick visits to his room and Suzanne at least
had no doubt what he did there.  [If he gets any more sexually stimulated,
he's liable to blow a gasket,] she thought with great glee.  [He must be
falling in lust with me, and since he already loves me dearly, we're going
to be so happy.  So close.]

   Susan found herself strangely jealous at all the attention Suzanne was
getting from Alan.  As the evening wore on and she wore her revealing dress
for hours, she grew more and more comfortable in it.  By the end of the
evening, she thought to herself, [If Suzanne's showing herself off that
much, then maybe this dress isn't such a big deal after all.  After all,
you can find this kind of dress at just about any formal party.  Maybe it
wouldn't be so bad if I show myself off just a little bit more...]

   Katherine was also taking note of all that was happening, and making a
similar resolution to go a bit further.  The ostensible idea was to "help
Alan with his problem" and that's what she told herself, but deep down,
stronger desires lurked within her.

   Her first chance to act came late the next night.  Towards the end of
the evening, Alan and Suzanne had another "internet porn viewing session,"
which really meant another staring at Suzanne nearly naked session.  Events
unfolded nearly exactly as they'd done the night before, but Alan wasn't
complaining.  He could only dream that things would go on like that every
night.  Suzanne then left and Alan went to the living room to watch TV by
himself.  Katherine knew when the late show he was watching would end, and
knew she could tell exactly when he'd return to his room by the sound of
the TV turning off.  So she went into the bathroom, took a shower, and
waited to spring herself on him.

   As Alan came down the hallway to head towards his room, Katherine took
advantage of the fact that the bathroom was across the hallway from Alan's
room, and, when she heard his footsteps were close, burst out into the
hallway wearing only a towel.  Her timing was perfect: she bumped right
into him.  The bump was nothing special, but as she pulled away from him,
it allowed her towel to fall down in a seemingly accidental way.

   Alan watched in what seemed to be slow motion as the towel fell.  Her
breasts slowly came into view.  But Katherine wasn't fully comfortable with
this kind of behavior, even though she initiated it.  She grabbed the towel
in mid-air and clutched it to her body, preventing it from falling any
further.  Her face already looked nervous and guilty before the towel fell,
but appeared even more that way after.  Luckily, Alan wasn't looking at her
face, but rather at her breasts that were still exposed above the arms now
wrapped around her.

   Katherine looked down, saw what she was still exposing, and blushed. 
She cried, "Alan!" and looked at him in dismay, as if the whole thing was
his fault.  Then she fled to her room.  No other words were said between
them during the whole incident, and the two didn't even make eye contact.

   Alan was far too aroused to question why his sister walked out of the
shower in just a towel, something she'd never done before.  He couldn't
even imagine she would ever expose herself on purpose, and just imagined
that he'd had an incredibly lucky free show.

   He hurried back to his room to masturbate for the seventh time that day.
He didn't realize it was possible for a male to masturbate as many times a
day as he was doing now.  He was too wiped out for any more that night, but
his brain could think of little else but all the excitement he'd had that
day.  Not only did Katherine flash him with the towel, but she and Susan
had been dressing sexily and acting provocatively all day.  And then there
was Suzanne's visit.

   Just down the hallway, Katherine was in her room, lying in her bed and
doing the same thing as him.  Her chest pounded with excitement from the
brief exposure, and it was a long time before her breath returned to
normal. She thought, [That was so scary!  So scary!  But so good.  I can't
help myself - I just have to do it again.  Soon!]

   CHAPTER 4 (Friday, Oct.  4 - Saturday, Oct.  5)

   Friday afternoon, Alan played a game of basketball with some friends. 
He came home really needing a shower, but the one across from his room was
already being used.  He yelled into the bathroom door, "Hello!  I could use
a shower real soon!"

   It was his mother who replied, "Sorry!  You'll have to wait, I just got
in here!" Her voice surprised him since Susan had her own bathroom
adjoining her master bedroom, but the plumbing there happened to be broken.

   Grumbling, he went back into his room and started reading.  A few
minutes later he heard his mother yell, "Hey Alan?  Can you come here for a
sec?"

   Alan got up and went to the bathroom door so he could hear her better.
"Yeah?  What is it?"

   "My shampoo has run out.  Can you come in here and get another bottle
for me?"

   "Sure!" Alan screwed up his courage and walked into the bathroom.  The
shower curtain was drawn, and he could see little of his mother except
vague, fleshy shapes through a clouded plastic screen.

   A hand poked out from behind the shower curtain, holding a shampoo
bottle.  He heard her say, "The bottle here is empty, but you can find
another just like it in the bottom right cabinet.  It's the only shampoo in
there." Alan quickly found the right bottle and held it in his hand.  He
didn't know what to do with it.

   "Um, how do you want me to give it to you?" he asked, and then realized
that wasn't the best way to phrase things, given the circumstances.

   "Just put it in my hand." Her hand was on the other side of that
curtain, and it didn't look like it was reaching out again any time soon.
So, reluctantly and nervously, Alan pulled the curtain open.  Susan stood
with her back to him, lathering her body up with soap.  She seemed to pay
him no mind at all.  In fact, her body was wildly pounding and burning at
the realization her son was looking at her completely naked body.  She had
no idea what she was doing or why, but her intellect seemed helpless to
stop her libido.

   A few moments passed where he just stared at her back.  Finally, she
turned her body partly towards him, eyed the bottle, then reached out and
grabbed it.  "Thanks a ton!" She turned back without making eye contact. 
She thought her little dare of sorts was over, and breathed a big sigh of
relief.

   Alan still stood there.  He mumbled, "Um...  Sure." He tried to drink in
as much as he could of her naked body, hoping to permanently burn the image
into his brain.  It was the first time he'd ever seen a woman fully naked
in real life, since Suzanne hadn't completely taken her dress off the day
before.  "I'll just be going then," he said after a few more seconds.  His
eyes focused mostly on her sudsy buttocks, but his eyes roamed everywhere,
with her toned, muscular legs and the gentle curves of her back also
urgently demanding his attention.

   Susan closed her eyes tightly.  As her son still stood with his hand on
the parted shower curtain, staring in, she said to him, but also to
herself, "You know, Tiger, things have been a bit strange lately.  To say
the least!  I hope you don't mind me being more open, like asking you to
help with the shampoo.  I figure it can only help you out with your
treatment.  Are you okay with stuff like that?  I'm a bit confused about
it, but Suzanne thinks it's the right thing to do.  I'm just trying to
follow her advice about what's best for you."

   Alan tried to speak, stuttered on air, and then cleared his throat. 
"Yeah, um, yeah.  Sure.  I'll be going now." Her hands now were sliding
over her ass in what looked to be a very sexual way, and Alan couldn't tear
his eyes away.  She shifted her weight onto one butt cheek, and then onto
the other.  Then squeezing some shampoo into her hands, she raised both
arms up in the air and began rubbing the shampoo into her wet hair.  She
arched her back, which made it look to him as if she was in the throes of
sexual ecstasy.

   Alan continued to stand there for another minute or more, losing all
track of time.  [If I were a brave man, I'd reach out and touch her.  Maybe
ask if she needs help washing her back.  But I could never do that!  It's
just the same as if she's a million miles away from me right now, because
there's no way I could ever get the courage to touch her.  I think I'd die
of fright, even if she asked me to.  Especially if she asked me to!]

   "Okay, good to hear you're okay with that," Susan said after another
long pause.  "Thanks for the help with the shampoo.  I'm all set now," she
added after yet more moments passed.

   The conversation continued in slow motion, with Alan finally responding
after some more seconds with, "Okay, I'll just be going then. ...  I'll,
I'll see you later." That was the third time he'd announced he was leaving.
Alan took one last look at his mother, naked from head to toe only a few
feet in front of him.  She still hadn't turned towards him at all, but even
from the back he could see the sides of her orgasm-inducing tits well
enough.  He was struck from the viewpoint he had even more at just how
long, shapely, and toned her legs were.  It was all he could do not to whip
his penis out and openly masturbate behind her.  Many guys perhaps would
have been driven to aggressiveness or even rape by such a sexy scene, but
Alan literally was overwhelmed even at the idea of touching.

   She had her back arched backwards dramatically, and her head was bent
back even further, so the water pouring from the shower head hit the top of
her head directly and then sent the shampoo behind her and down her back
instead of down her face.  Had her eyes been open, she would have been
staring directly up at the ceiling.  Her arms still reached up so she could
rub the shampoo into her hair, and Alan found the sight of the musculature
around her bare armpits surprisingly captivating.  Her butt cheeks were
clenched, and much of the shampoo suds ran down her back and onto them. 
Her legs were slightly spread, but a view of her pussy through her legs was
hidden by a large accumulation of suds between her thighs.

   She turned the water down, and then paused.  Suddenly, she turned her
head around on her shoulders and looked down towards Alan's waist, to make
sure he wasn't doing anything untoward with his penis.  He was merely
clenching his hands on the crotch of his shorts, as if trying to prevent
his penis from escaping.

   She covered her boobs and crotch as she turned, acting as if it was only
a problem if he saw her front side.  But her tits were so large that her
hands stood no chance of covering them all up, and she didn't even succeed
in hiding both of her nipples.  Her eyes, unencumbered by glasses, turned
towards his.  Her face was one of concern, indicating that things had gone
too far and that he had to go.  It occurred to him that she was trembling.
That finally broke the spell over him long enough for him to close the
shower curtain.  He walked out of the bathroom door in a daze, shaking his
head in wonder.

   He hurried off to his room to masturbate, masturbating over thoughts of
his mother even as he was consumed by guilt for doing so.  He also severely
chastised himself for being so rude and staring so long.  He felt like he
wasn't himself, but more like a pinball being bounced around until he
didn't know which way was up.

   Susan thought to herself, [Why the hell did I just do that?  Why
couldn't I have gotten the shampoo myself?  I'm turning into a complete
exhibitionist ...  and worse!]

   But her guilt didn't last long, as she began thinking about Alan
watching her naked in the shower.  She imagined him aggressively walking
into the shower with her, putting his hands on her shoulders, and calling
her an exhibitionist slut.  Then she imagined him pinning her against the
shower wall and slamming his powerfully hard penis into her burning pussy.
Unconsciously she found herself cleaning her tits, ass, and crotch very
thoroughly with a bar of soap, but she still didn't dare openly masturbate.
Masturbating was something she had literally never done in her life and she
didn't even really know how to do it.

   As a result, she ended up feeling very frustrated.  After the shower
ended she felt tremendous guilt, and she banished all unwanted erotic
thoughts completely from her mind.  She even cried.  But only hours after
the shower she changed into a more provocative dress than any she'd worn
before.  Suzanne didn't even have to push her.

   Alan meanwhile was very disturbed that he was finding himself so turned
on by his own mother.  After he masturbated he tried to take a nap, but he
found he couldn't sleep.  He'd barely slept the night before, either. 
Images of Susan, Suzanne, and even Katherine were filling his head. 
Thoughts of them were dominating his mind all day long, almost from the
moment the new policy to "sex things up" was announced.

   He got up and paced around and around.  What he really wanted to do was
talk about all of this with someone, but he felt he couldn't reveal his
wicked thoughts to anyone.  More disturbingly, the three people he most
closely confided in, Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine, were the very people he
wanted to talk about.  He decided at least that he could talk to his sister
in a general way about the overall situation, and get some feedback.  He
went to her room and knocked on the door.

   "Hey Sis?"

   "Yes?" she answered through the door.

   He waited after hearing this, and hearing nothing more, finally decided
to open the door.  When he did, the resulting sight was quite a shock for
him.  Katherine was lying in bed with satin sheets mostly off of her, and
just the skimpiest of nightwear on.  She cried out, "Alan, I'm nearly
naked!" as if he needed that pointed out to him.  She pulled herself up
from the bed, which had the effect of allowing him to see her tits much
better.

   Alan stood with his mouth agape and face blushing.  "Um, uh, sorry! 
I'll leave." He started to shut the door.

   "No, wait!" Katherine cried out.  He stopped, and she continued more
calmly.  "It looks like you want to talk about something important.  This
is the same as if I was wearing a bathing suit really.  It's just that you
surprised me.  What is it?"

   Alan reluctantly opened the door again, and tried to look anywhere in
the room except at his sister's body.  The first thing that came to his
mind was how similar his stumbling into a nearly naked Katherine was to his
stumbling into a completely naked Susan less than an hour before.  So he
started with that.  "Weird things are happening lately, Sis.  Earlier I
accidentally walked in on Mom taking a shower.  But she didn't immediately
shoo me away, so I kind of looked at her.  Naked.  Can you imagine that? 
Our mom, letting me see her naked?  And now I see you like ...  this." He
looked at her body again, and saw how she was leaning forward as if in rapt
attention, but the effect was to cause her tits to nearly spill out of her
bikini styled top.  One shoulder strap was slowly sliding down her arm.

   He went on, with greater agitation and more difficulty in concentrating,
"And, uh, anyways, these things never happened ever, and now they're
happening all the time all of the sudden.  And I'm finding myself very, um,
attracted because of these things.  And distracted.  And even aroused
sometimes." He shifted nervously on his feet, and his face only seemed to
get redder.

   "You are?" Katherine said excitedly.  She clapped her hands in delight,
causing her bikini to nearly slide completely off a boob.  Only her nipple,
which appeared to be protruding and hard, stopped it from sliding off. 
"I'm so happy for you.  Isn't that great?  Soon you'll be back on schedule
with doing your thing."

   "Uh, yeah.  That's great.  I guess," Alan said not very convincingly. 
He was conflicted and wanted to talk more, but looking at his sister with
her clothes so close to falling off was making all attempts at serious
conversation impossible for him.  So he gave up the attempt.  "That's all I
wanted to say.  That things are weird.  I'll go now."

   But she kept talking, trying to keep him in the room.  "I'm sure you'll
get used to it.  We're trying to sex things up a little, remember?  By the
way, how do you like my new pajamas?" Alan looked around for pajamas and
then realized she was referring to the silk bikini she was wearing.  She
sat up on the edge of the bed and put herself on display, posing like a
model.  Alan was relieved that at least she finally adjusted her shoulder
strap.

   "Um, nice," he stammered.

   "Cool!  He likes it!" she answered as if talking to herself more than
him.  "I just bought it just for you yesterday, you know, to help make
things more sexy.  But I'm thinking maybe it's better if I just sleep in
the nude.  Would you like that?"

   "Uuuuhhh, I gotta go.  Thanks for talking." His heart was pounding and
his brain fogging.  He felt he had to go before he reached sensory
overload.

   "Is that all you wanted to say?  Well then I'm going back to sleep." She
immediately dropped her head and closed her eyes.  But she kept talking. 
"Thanks a lot, Bro."

   Alan just stood stared at the vision of loveliness.  He couldn't fail to
miss that the strap had fallen again, causing one nipple to partially poke
out of her bikini pajamas.  [Dang.  I've never seen so much of her chest.
But there's a nipple, right there!  I would never have guessed that hiding
under all that clothing my sister actually has an amazing body!]

   Then it occurred that he should answer her question, so he said, "Thanks
for what?"

   "Just thanks for being such a great brother.  I don't mind looking sexy
for you, 'cos I know you'd never take advantage of me.  I think helping you
get hard is going to be a lot of fun." With that, she opened her eyes,
raised her head, and gave him a wink.

   Alan nodded and staggered out of the room.  He left feeling even more
confused than before.  He thought in frustration, [Great.  My cure for
getting a hard-on thinking about my mother is getting a hard-on thinking
about my sister.  Crazy!]

   He was so weirded out by the back to back nakedness incidents that he
decided to spend the next day away from the house to give him some time to
think.  He spent the whole day at the beach with his friends Sean and
Peter. That evening, he went to the movies with yet another friend.  By the
end of the day, he felt much more himself, and more at ease.

   CHAPTER 5 (Sunday, Oct.  6)

   Suzanne's daughter Amy hung out at the Plummer house most evenings and
sometimes in the afternoon as well, but she hadn't been there much the past
several days.  She showed up again Sunday night.  It seemed that Amy, like
her mother, also preferred the happy environment of the Plummer house more
than the gloomy one of her own Pestridge house.  Mostly that was because
Amy had become very good friends with Katherine, even though they were one
year apart in school.  Katherine was a junior, while Amy and her brother
Brad were both seniors like Alan.

   Amy was a truly unique girl.  She was one of the most beautiful girls in
school, as befitted the daughter of Suzanne.  Her breasts were still far
from the heaving watermelons her mother had, but nonetheless they were more
developed than almost everyone else's at the high school and were even a
little bigger than Katherine's.  Their size was helped a bit by the fact
that she was slightly plump.  That by no means meant fat - she had a
fuller, curvier figure than the typical skinny fashion model.  She had
mostly light brown hair that veered on becoming dirty blonde if she spent a
lot of time in the sun.  But like her mom, she had fair skin and tried to
avoid the sun as much as she could.

   Her face was pretty different from her mother's though.  Whereas Suzanne
had a naturally sexy "come hither" look and narrow eyes and eyebrows that
made her look very intelligent and worldly, Amy had a much more open and
innocent look.  She had wider, hazel eyes, and a nearly permanent smiling
expression, with big, rosy cheeks.  She was almost always happy and
content.

   But what made her unusual was the rest of her personality.  She was
frequently called an airhead.  She wasn't totally dumb, but on the other
hand she wasn't sharp, either.  What perhaps made her seem like such an
airhead was her completely naive and gullible nature.  She was also
extremely absent-minded, totally guileless, and naturally kind as well.  In
this way, she was the total opposite of her clever, jaded, and conniving
mother.  Perhaps it was a subconscious desire to not be like the parts of
her mother that she disapproved of that made her that way.

   Regardless, her personally and looks perfectly fit the role of
cheerleader, and naturally she was on the varsity cheerleading squad. 
Since Katherine was on the same squad of six cheerleaders, that was one
bond of friendship between the two next door neighbor girls.  Katherine was
on the squad because she desperately wanted to be popular, and she was so
good looking that she could get on the team, even though her personality
didn't fit in with the other ditzy cheerleaders.  Whereas, Amy didn't
particularly desire to be popular or be a cheerleader, but it just seemed
like the thing she was supposed to do, so she did it.

   So although Amy was a perfectly wonderful girl, she and her mother
Suzanne didn't have a whole lot in common.  Suzanne had a hard time
understanding her.  But Suzanne had an even harder time understanding her
other child, Brad.  In recent years, the seventeen year-old Brad had moved
into a world that was completely alien to his mother.  He'd become a
rebellious James Dean type, with ever-present black clothes, spiky hair,
piercings, and tattoos.  He was into loud thrash metal music that everyone
else in the house hated, and he really loved "macho" men's stuff like cars,
football, and fishing.  So at least that allowed him to get along with his
father on some things.  But he had little to talk about with Suzanne other
than what food was being served for dinner.

   So with a husband she secretly hated and a son she didn't know, the only
reason Suzanne had to be home was to be with Amy.  But Amy was rarely at
home.  She was often off with her ditzy friends, doing cheerleader
practice, talking about boys, hanging out in malls, and the like.  When she
did come home, she was like her mother in that she preferred to be over at
the happier Plummer household.  A big reason for that was Katherine.  Amy
and Katherine weren't that naturally compatible, but they had known each
other almost since they were born, and Katherine acted like a very
protective older sister for Amy.

   Amy was so clueless that she needed a lot of protection.  All of her
friends protected her, especially from leering men.  Amy had sex once, the
year before, but it was a very traumatic experience because the guy had
taken advantage of her extreme naiveté and essentially date raped her.  So
other people were always telling her whom she could do what with and when,
and they kept her social life on a short leash.

   Therefore, the issue of whether to tell Amy about Alan's medical
"situation" was a hard one.  On one hand, she came over to the Plummers'
house a lot, and like her mother came and went with her own key without
knocking.  But on the other hand, nobody really knew if she could keep a
secret, because she'd never had to keep an important one before.  For all
they knew, she might just up and blurt out something in her absent-minded
way.

   The result of all this was a very awkward scene that Sunday evening. 
Alan, Katherine, Susan, and Suzanne were in the living room watching TV
when Amy came over.  That wasn't very unusual, because the Plummers had a
really amazing wide screen TV.  That was another reason why Amy liked to
come over a lot.

   But what Amy didn't understand was why the three women there were
dressed in such revealing clothing.  Susan wore a formal and somewhat
revealing dress, and Katherine wore a loose summer dress.  Suzanne was
wearing a much more formal satiny dress she'd just worn to dinner back at
her home.  But it was clear to Amy that none of the others were wearing any
bras.  None of them realized Amy had entered the house.  As she walked into
the living room and stood behind Alan, she looked over towards Suzanne and
realized that from her point of view, or Alan's, she could see Suzanne's
entire pussy!

   Suzanne was engaged in a bit of a stealth operation.  She'd worn a fancy
dress that covered her up more than usual, and even kept her boobs quite
restrained, so as to draw Susan's suspicions away from herself.  But the
dress exposed almost all of her thighs when she was standing.  Thus, by
sitting on the couch with her feet up on the couch, the fabric rode up to
her waist and exposed everything below it.  The positioning of the couches
meant that neither Katherine nor Susan could see that Suzanne now had her
pussy completely exposed for Alan to see.  As if that wasn't enough to blow
Alan's mind, her hand was also absent-mindedly lingering in that area.  It
looked like she was liable to plunge a finger into her pussy at any moment.
Everyone was looking at the TV in rapt attention except Alan, who clearly
had his eyes on another show.

   "Hi Mom!" Amy finally said, after checking out everyone in the room. 
The others all looked up and around to find where the voice was coming
from. Suzanne immediately jumped in her seat and began covering her pussy
up even before she figured out who was speaking and from where.  When she
saw where Amy was standing, she turned beet red.  Alan did as well, though
Amy could only see the back of his head from her point of view.

   "Amy!  You surprised me.  How you doin'?" said her mom, scared, but
trying to sound nonplused.

   "M'kay.  Whatcha watching?"

   "A 'Friends' rerun.  Come sit down and join us." Suzanne made a show of
making room so that Amy would sit on the same couch as her, putting her
daughter between herself and Alan.  Amy did so.

   A commercial soon came on, and they muted the sound as they usually did
for commercial breaks.  Amy asked, "Why is everyone wearing so few
clothes?"

   One could hear a pin drop in the ensuing awkwardness.  No one knew what
to say.  The problem was, none of the women had talked about this possible
situation with Amy coming up, because Katherine and Susan especially
weren't really admitting to themselves what they were doing.  Both of them
had lived such prudish and sexually repressed lives up to that point that
they found the feeling of wearing only a few outer garments extremely
liberating.  Katherine and Susan were going through a sexual awakening, and
having Alan around to watch was half of the fun.  He was a safe target to
test new looks out on.  He was so polite and considerate that he didn't
have it in him to do something shockingly aggressive.  Neither would even
think of wearing the same clothes around a stranger.

   Suzanne was getting an erotic buzz by taking things one step farther
with Alan, and was greatly enjoying the slow "hunt" since it was rare any
man wouldn't instantly fall all over her.  But Katherine and Susan were
such goody-goodies they hadn't yet noticed where Suzanne was taking things.

   This painful and extended pause came to an end when Susan answered Amy,
"It's the heat wave, dear!  We don't have air conditioning, so we're all
just dying over here."

   "But none of you are wearing bras or panties," Amy pointed out.  "That's
weird!"

   The three other women were taken aback again.  That they weren't wearing
bras was obvious.  Even as Susan moved around in her chair to better speak
to Amy, her giant boobs bounced around and then jiggled in ways that would
give any man an instant hard-on.  It didn't give Alan a hard-on only
because his penis was already hard, and had been so almost from the moment
he came home that afternoon.  But the lack of panties was far less obvious,
unless one had seen what Suzanne was doing as Amy walked in.  So Susan
asked Amy, "How did you know we're not wearing panties?"

   "I saw Su..." Amy was naively going to complete her sentence by saying,
"I saw Suzanne's pussy and she was playing with it in front of Alan," but
Suzanne immediately saw what was coming and cut her off.

   "That's right!" Suzanne blurted out, masking her true, frightened
emotions.  "I'm so proud of you!  My daughter is so observant, aren't you?"


   Amy shrugged as if to say, "Hell, anyone could see that."

   Suzanne continued, "Yes she is!" She looked over to Susan and said to
her, "You see, most people looking at you would never guess that you're not
wearing panties.  But someone observant like my daughter would be able to
notice the absence of panty lines, even from a distance."

   Suzanne pressed on, before Amy could contradict or stupidly blurt
something else out that would expose what she had been showing Alan.  "So
Susan is right, it's the heat wave, but that's not the whole story.  You
see, we made a private bet, didn't we, Susan?" Because Suzanne's head was
turned towards Susan, Amy couldn't see Suzanne's face, so Suzanne made wild
gesticulations to Susan with her eyebrows to indicate that Susan should go
along with what she was saying.  Katherine saw the faces and started
giggling.

   Susan was totally surprised.  She lamely replied, "Uh, private bet? 
Yeah, that's it, a private bet!" She wasn't a great actor, but it wasn't
hard to convince the guileless Amy.

   Suzanne continued to explain, "You see, this is the hottest time of
year, and so the other day, us women, we were all sitting here and
discussing how hot it was, and trying to figure out what to do about it. 
We made a bet, and I won.  And the terms of my victory were that we'd all
use my method to beat the heat by wearing loose clothing and no bras or
panties for the whole month."

   "Wow," said Amy.  "That's really surprising.  And I'm really surprised
especially that you'd do that, Susan."

   Susan replied nervously, "Yeah, well, a bet is a bet, right?  And it's
not really so bad.  In fact, I don't mind at all.  I'm a lot more
comfortable now.  And anyways, it's only for inside this house.  Not even
Suzanne's house, just this house.  No way would I walk around like this in
front of a stranger."

   "Why don't you dress like that at home, Mom?  And what about Alan?"
asked Amy naturally.  "He just..."

   Suzanne again cut in before Amy could say any more.  "Alan!  Is ...  a
member of the family, right?  So he doesn't count.  It doesn't matter if we
walk around naked in front of Alan, even, 'cos he's a very nice respectable
boy who would never take advantage of us, right Alan?"

   "Right." Alan figured it was best he played along too.

   Suzanne quickly went on.  "You might say, 'But Suzanne, you're not a
Plummer.' But Amy you know that you and I are like members of this family.
So Alan is perfectly fine with our plan."

   "Oh really?" said Amy with innocent glee.  "That sounds like fun!  I
wanna do it too!  Can I join you guys for the month too?"

   The other women all looked at each other questioningly.  The decision
was really up to Suzanne, since she was Amy's mother.  So grudgingly
answered, "That's fine, darling.  But if you do, you have to promise one
thing.  From this moment forward, you don't say one thing about any of this
to anybody.  Not a word about panties, or bras, or looking, or nakedness,
or anything, is that clear?  Not even talking amongst us.  Just total
silence on this.  We don't talk about it, we just do it."

   "M'kay!" Amy enthused.  "I like keeping a secret!  This is going to be
fun!"

   Suzanne was very proud of herself.  In one fell swoop, she'd
accomplished three things.  She'd managed to get Amy to permanently shut up
about Alan staring at her open pussy, she'd come up with a credible
explanation that would explain just about anything Amy might accidentally
barge in on for the next month, and she could now test Amy with a less
important secret to test if it would be possible to tell her about Alan's
"medical treatment" further down the line.

   CHAPTER 6

   But Suzanne was not expecting what happened next.  Others were turning
back towards the TV as the commercials had ended, but Amy took their words
to heart immediately.  She undid her bra under her T-shirt and pulled it
out and away.  Then she grabbed the T-shirt and quickly pulled it over her
arms.  Suzanne cried out angrily, "Amy Pestridge!  Stop that"

   Susan looked over towards Amy, and did a double take.  "Wh-what are you
doing?"

   "I want to get dressed just like you all.  Didn't you say that was
okay?" As she talked, she pulled her shorts off, and then reached to take
off her panties.  Alan was completely enraptured.  Amy was the only person
in the room he'd allowed himself to have naughty fantasies about from time
to time before this all started, and he'd never seen her like this!

   "But, but, your panties!" blurted out Susan.

   "Didn't you all say to not talk about it, but just do it?" Amy
responded. "I thought we weren't even supposed to say the word 'panties.'"
With that, she grabbed her own panties and pulled them down her legs and
completely off.  In so doing, her boobs bounced all over, much to the
delight of Alan, and the horror of Susan, Katherine, and Suzanne.  Suzanne
normally wouldn't have minded in another woman got naked in front of Alan,
but she was protective of her daughter.

   "That's what we said," said Suzanne ruefully.  "But quickly put your
shirt and shorts back on, and come join us with the show."

   Amy stood there in all her naked glory.  Alan's heart leapt to his
throat as he waited impatiently to see what the reaction would be.

   "Just a sec," said Amy, turning around to grab her shirt.  It had fallen
to the floor, so she bent down to pick it up, bending stiffly at the waist.
That put her butt on perfect display for Alan, and allowed him to see her
pussy lips between her legs as well, as she didn't keep her legs closed. 
Alan was so excited he almost impulsively scrambled over the arms of his
chair to get closer to Amy.

   She turned around again, and put on the shirt, and then finally the
shorts.  Alan felt really bummed when the shorts eventually covered Amy's
bush and the surprise striptease finally ended.  [Wow, I've never seen a
completely naked woman in my life, and then I see two in one day!]

   Amy exuberantly hopped over the couch and sat next to her mother.  She
then said to Susan, "You're right, Susan, it is a fun to dress like this!
Thanks everyone for letting me play, too.  Doing it in front of Alan makes
it even more fun, I think.  Thanks a lot, Alan!"

   "Uhhh, you're welcome," he said.

   Suzanne looked at Alan and rolled her eyes in amusement, trying to
nonverbally communicate to him, "You're welcome, my ass!  As if you
suffered a lot!"

   Alan thought to himself, [I can't BELIEVE how surreal things have gotten
lately!]

   But it still wasn't over.  Alan looked over at Suzanne and Amy, both
sitting on the solid couch that was built for two or even three.  Everyone
finally turned back towards the TV, allowing Alan to notice that in the
position he was in, he STILL had a good view of Suzanne's pussy, though he
could only see a bit and not the massive, lewd display of a few minutes
earlier.  But right next to her sat Amy in shorts about as short as shorts
can be.  Amy sat with one leg propped up on the couch, allowing him to see
some of her pussy, too.  The vaginas of mother and daughter being
accidentally - or maybe not so accidentally - displayed right next to each
other turned Alan on all over again.

   He waited a few excruciating minutes until "Friends" was finally over,
and then hightailed it back to his room.  He promptly jacked off.  Then he
did it again.  And again.

   Back in the common room, after Amy and Katherine left, Susan wanted to
have a word with Suzanne.  Susan had been quietly agitated and glum ever
since the shower incident in the afternoon.  She said to her best friend as
they sat together in the living room, "Suzanne, I appreciate what you're
trying to do with Alan, but don't you think it's gone too far?  Shouldn't
we call this off, this crazy sexing up idea?"

   "You're concerned with what happened with Amy."

   "Not only that.  There's something far worse." She proceeded to explain
what happened in the shower with Alan, but gave a sanitized version that
completely omitted both her arousal and her role in prolonging the
experience.

   "Hmm.  I see." Suzanne was at a bit of a loss on how to get Susan to
continue with her scheme.  She decided a limited, strategic retreat was
best.  "Susan, I think you're right.  It would be good to tone things down
just a bit.  But certainly not stop!  Look what's happened to Alan lately.
He was so down last week, he dragged himself around like a slug.  And now,
have you ever seen him happier?"

   "I don't know if happy is the right word," Susan pointed out.

   "Let's say walking on air then." That was a more accurate description.
So was "bewildered" or "stunned."

   Suzanne continued, "In any case, it's done him a world of good already.
Alan's problem is still there, whether we like it or not.  We have to deal
with it.  And with his confidence surging, I'm sure it'll be a matter of
days now before he asks someone out at school." That was a blatant lie. 
"Until then, it's doing all of us a world of good.  You're finally breaking
out of your conservative shell and loosening up a little.  I never thought
I'd see the day.  So is Katherine.  Do you know how much the other girls at
school have snickered at her for the formal way she dresses?  But she takes
after you completely.  She adores you.  So with you coming to terms with
your body and starting to dress like a normal person, so is she.  You can't
stop that now, if only for her good."

   Susan was deeply doubtful, but she was too ashamed to reveal her deeply
held worries that she was becoming sexually attracted to her son.  And she
was no match in arguing with the silver-tongued Suzanne.  "I guess.  If you
say so..."

   By the time Suzanne was done with Susan that evening, Susan was
convinced it was her moral duty and profound responsibility to walk around
the house half naked.  She didn't need the strategic retreat after all. 
Suzanne was a great and dear friend to Susan, but she almost always got her
way when she really wanted something.

   Back in his room, Alan was happy to stay there doing little more than
masturbating for the rest of the evening.  But about an hour after he
retired to his room, his sister knocked on the door and asked to come in.

   Alan was a bit perturbed, since he was naked under the sheets and in the
middle of masturbating again.  Doing it six times a day took up a lot of
his time.  Not to mention, he figured the smell of his cum had to be in the
air at least somewhat.  So he grabbed a book by his bedside and said, "Uh,
yeah, I was just laying in bed reading.  Come on in."

   Katherine came in wearing a yellow dress he'd never seen on her before.
"I just bought some new clothes today, and I wanted to show them just to
you.  Can I get your opinion?  What do you think?" She leaned up against
the wall, and struck a sexy pose for him.

   "It looks great on you.  No kidding.  What a totally new look for you."
He wasn't just saying that, either.  The strapless dress was so tight it
looked like it was painted on, and she would never have worn anything like
it even a few days earlier.

   Katherine beamed.  "Thanks!  You're too kind.  But I've got a favor to
ask.  Can you help me out with something in my room?"

   Alan was concerned that he was naked under the sheets and sporting a big
hard-on to boot.  "Sure, but give me just a minute." He hoped she'd leave
and give him a chance to put on some clothes.  He noticed too that she was
curiously sniffing the air.

   She suddenly rushed towards his bed.  "Just a minute?  Come on lazy
bones!  I need help now." She started tugging at the bed sheets, and Alan
frantically grabbed hold of them so she couldn't pull them off.

   They had a frantic tug of war with the bed sheets, but with Alan it was
no game.  He had to keep them on or face grave embarrassment. 
Unfortunately for him, he was winning in keeping the sheets and blankets
on, but in so doing he was unable to simultaneously hide his raging boner.
The blankets tented up over his crotch after he moved his hands away.

   Katherine's eyes grew wide, and her hands stopped tugging on the
blankets.  "Oh my!  What do we have here?" She giggled profusely as she
stared at the tented blankets.

   "Hey, it's not funny," said a hurt and shamed Alan.

   "What is that thing in there?" asked Katherine.  "Did they move the
Eiffel Tower under your sheets, or are you just happy to see me?" She
giggled more.

   "Ha ha," Alan said without laughing.

   "Alright, sorry about that.  Never mind about the help and have fun
doing your thing.  You sure are hiding something big under there, though."
Katherine blew him a kiss and left the room.

   By the time he went to sleep that night, he realized that he'd cum nine
times over the course of the entire day.  He was so excited by Susan,
Suzanne, Amy, and Katherine that he wanted to do nothing but masturbate all
day.  Furthermore, he thought, [Now I've got so many new and different
erotic memories that I'll be a walking hard-on for a long time to come. 
Not to mention the fact that tomorrow looks to be an even more promising
day!  I can't even imagine what all four of them are going to wear!]

   CHAPTER 7 (Monday, Oct.  7 - Tuesday, Oct.  8)

   To Alan's disappointment, the next day was surprisingly boring.  For one
thing, he had to go back to school.  He used to always enjoy school and
actually look forward to going, but lately it had become a drag.  It seemed
like wasted time taking away from his increasingly exciting time at home.
But he slogged through it.  Back at home, all the women seemed a bit taken
aback by the incident with Amy the night before, and they dressed and acted
more conservatively.

   Amy also spent most of the afternoon and evening at the Plummer house.
That really frustrated Alan, and Suzanne, because Suzanne couldn't find an
opportunity to get away with Alan alone to give him another hand job. 
Suzanne didn't terribly mind the prospect of getting caught in the act by
Susan or Katherine: she could claim that she just got a little
overenthusiastic in helping Alan out with his problem.  She could smooth
over the ruffled feathers.  But Amy didn't even know about Alan's
diagnosis, and in any case Suzanne tried to protect her daughter from all
things sexual.

   So Alan was reduced to taking care of all six times by himself.  Each
time, he spent it fantasizing about Suzanne.  Only days earlier he'd never
consciously thought of Suzanne in a sexual way, though he certainly liked
looking at her.  But now he was masturbating to the overt idea of fucking
her silly, and having great orgasms in response.  [Yeah, I call her "Aunt
Suzy," but she's not related to me in any way, shape, or form.  Of course
to have sex with her would be completely wrong and will never happen, but
just to fantasize about it is completely harmless.  Fantasies are just
fantasies, and this one works for me.]

   So those ideas were pretty exciting and not very troubling for him at
this point.  He was a bit slow on the uptake, and still couldn't really
imagine that Suzanne might want to fuck him as well, and that his fantasies
could become real.  He more or less was able to ban conscious sexual
thoughts about his mother or sister, despite the shower incident.  But
subconsciously it was fueling his lust and intensifying his thoughts about
Suzanne.

   All in all, he was still a happy camper with such exciting and intense
sexual fantasies.  But he was sure that Tuesday would be much better.  The
reason wasn't simply because he figured that Suzanne would successfully
find a way to come into his room again and personally relieve his
stimulation problem.  W hat was even more exciting, if that was possible,
was the fact that he and Susan had another appointment with nurse Akami
later after school.

   Akami had called a few days before and said that Dr.  Fredrickson had
given her permission to take over most aspects of his case, as it was
something she was particularly interested in and it tied in with her future
educational development in medicine (provided that the Plummers were okay
with that, and of course they were).  She wanted to get started immediately
in familiarizing herself with the case, and thought that bimonthly
appointments would be better, but there would be no extra cost.

   So that, and a lot of other thoughts, got Alan hard every time he
thought about them.  Which was often, unfortunately.  Unfortunate, because
he had another day of school to go through, and it didn't do to sport a
raging boner everywhere he went.  Not to mention that fact he couldn't
concentrate at all in his classes anymore.

   Tuesday finally rolled around and Alan sat in his fourth period class,
World History.  Soon it would be lunch.  The teacher, Ms.  Gloria Rhymer,
was an excellent teacher and she was talking about something the class
found interesting, but he didn't hear a word.  He was thinking about all of
his recent luck.  He looked around the classroom and furtively noted the
large number of ordinary or even ugly people all around him.  Seniors in
high school were in the prime of life, and Southern California was world
famous for its beautiful women, but even here the percentage of really
attractive people remotely comparable to the females back home was small.
Of course there was his now former love interest Christine sitting a few
rows back, and a couple of other pretty women as well.  He hadn't been
thinking about Christine really at all lately, he realized.  That was no
surprise given the other women now occupying all of his fantasies instead.

   Perhaps the most beautiful person in the room, even more than Christine,
was the teacher Ms.  Rhymer.  Alan had been pining after her for a long
time.  He'd grown quite adept at imagining her teach class naked, and was
doing it once again.  The school year had just started at the middle of
September only a couple of weeks earlier, but he also had Ms.  Rhymer last
year in US History, and then Social Science the year before that.  So he
knew her very well.  In fact, he realized that he was her "teacher's pet,"
as he was for a couple other teachers.  As one of the smartest and most
emotionally mature students in the school, being a teacher's pet wasn't too
surprising.  But he found it awkward at times to be the teacher's pet for
someone he had an intense crush on.

   Ms.  Rhymer was in her late twenties, Alan guessed.  She seemed even
younger, though.  It was well known, for instance, that she was a frequent
surfer at the nearby beaches.  As a result, many students frequently called
her "Surfer Girl," though no students called her that to her face.  Her
love of surfing was also a good indicator of her athleticism and physical
beauty.  Her boobs were of a pretty good size.  However, few women could
match the high standards Alan set based on the boobs of his mother and
Suzanne.

   But when Ms.  Rhymer stood in bathing suit, she was definitely
impressive.  A number of times, beginning two years before, Alan had seen
"Surfer Girl" at the beach with her surfboard, and that was exactly when
his masturbatory fantasies of her began.  She looked absolutely perfect
with a surfboard under her arm, like woman from a Playboy spread of sexy
athletes.  She was firm and muscular all over, but the muscle didn't take
away from her femininity and she still had nice, smooth curves.  Her curly
blonde hair waved in the breeze, and made a nice contrast to her tanned
skin.  She had a medium height of about five foot seven inches, a good deal
shorter than the nearly six foot high beauties in the Plummer and Pestridge
households.

   Back in class, it was much harder to see her beauty.  She wore
conservative clothes that covered up all but her hands and face.  Her hair
was tied up in a bun as well, as if it was being restrained.  It wasn't
that she was prudish, but she just didn't want her body to become a
distraction or an issue in the classroom, so she went to great lengths to
cover it up.

   But she had been seen by many others at the beach, and was clearly the
object of many young men's fantasies, as well as a few young women, no
doubt.  When Alan and his friends went to the beach, they all openly talked
about the possibility of further "Surfer Girl" sightings, and which beach
to go to see her.  But she surfed on many different beaches (probably to
foil the admiring students), and running into her was a matter of pure
luck.

   When class finally ended, Ms.  Rhymer discretely motioned with her hand
that Alan should speak to her once the class emptied out.  She was a very
kind and friendly teacher, and knew many students on a personal level. 
That meant knowing some about their private lives and talking socially in
school, though as in most high schools to see a teacher outside of school
was an unstated taboo that rarely happened between any student and teacher.
But of all her students in the fourth period, only Alan would have frequent
talks with her after the class was over.  Since lunch followed the class,
Alan would usually stay and talk for five minutes or so and just have fun
gabbing, and then make his way to lunch.  Almost always, the subject would
be her class or the students within it.  He would give feedback about
things like if people were getting bored or what material in particular
went over well, so she could improve her teaching.  She would expand about
historical facts he found interesting.  The two also couldn't resist
engaging in gossip about the other students.  It wasn't just Alan telling
her the gossip he knew either - he was surprised how many things she knew
his fellow students that he didn't.  She had her own gossip network which
included other teachers.

   But this time, Ms.  Rhymer didn't want to talk about any of those
things. Instead, she asked him, "Is something up Alan?  The last few days
you've been kind of spaced out, and today you were on another planet
altogether.  I think if I would have, I dunno, torn off my dress or
something, you wouldn't have noticed at all!  What gives?"

   [Oh maaaaan!  What am I going to tell her?  She's too perceptive and she
knows me too well to believe some bullshit story.] He shifted around
nervously as he stood in front of her.  She sat directly on the desk as
they usually did when they talked after class, so their heads could be the
usual distance away of two people talking.

   "Uh, to be honest..." - He scratched the top of his head nervously, and
hung his head down - "It's female trouble.  I'm thinking about women too
much."

   "Oh really?" said a suddenly very interested Ms.  Rhymer.  "Someone in
class?  Christine, perhaps?" Like many people, Ms.  Rhymer knew all about
Alan's crush on Christine.  His teacher was not only an insatiable gossip
but also a very observant and good guesser.

   "Actually, it's not really even someone, or, er, someone in this school,
per se."

   "Oh, [reaaaallly!]" She said out loud, thinking, [This is getting more
and more interesting!  And what does that "per se" mean?]

   "But I can't tell you the details," he added.  "You see, it has
something to do with an embarrassing medical condition."

   "Young man," - she liked to call him that - "you've got me really
confused now.  Could you please clarify your meaning?  I don't want to pry
into your personal affairs," - [bull honky], thought Alan - "but it looks
to be something that's affecting your behavior in class, so I want to
know." She always had good excuses for learning more gossip.

   "I really, really can't say." She stared at him witheringly.  "Alright,
I can say this much, if you promise not to tell a soul."

   "I promise." She made the "cross my heart and hope to die" gesture over
her chest.

   "I have a medical condition which is causing me to make some adjustments
in my lifestyle, and that's making me really confused.  I wish I could say
more 'cos I'd really like your advice about some things, but I can't.  I
promised my family that I wouldn't tell a single person about this medical
thing.  Can you please understand that and respect it?"

   "Yes, I suppose, but that really doesn't explain anything.  For one
thing, young man, you're a perfectly healthy, uh...  young man.  There's
absolutely nothing wrong with you that I can see.  For another, that
explanation seemingly has nothing to do with girl trouble, which is what
seems to be distracting you in the first place."

   "That's true, but I really can't say any more. ...  Well, okay...  I
guess I can say this: energy.  My problem is a lack of energy.  I sleep too
much, and I'm always tired.  You know that.  You've bugged me how many
times about nodding off in class?  So I'm getting treated for that.  It's
not really a big medical problem.  Nothing to get worried about.  If the
treatments work, then great, if they don't, then I'm the same as before,
which is no big deal.  Okay, does that explain enough?  I really have to go
to lunch now."

   "Yeah, thanks for telling me that.  I really appreciate you confiding in
me.  I'm glad we're friends enough to have this conversation, and I promise
I won't tell anyone.  You know I'm a gossip, but I also know when to keep
my mouth shut, so don't worry about that at all.  I just hope that whatever
your medical problem is, and whatever your girl troubles are, it won't
affect your behavior in this class next week.  We have some important tests
coming up.  If you want to talk about it some more to someone confidential,
don't hesitate to come to me."

   "Thanks a lot.  I'll do that.  Gotta run!" He was out of the door in a
flash.

   Ms.  Rhymer continued to sit on the desk and try to figure out just what
the hell he was talking about.  [Lack of energy, hunh?  Tired.  Seems like
he's suddenly thinking about girls a lot, or maybe too much.  Perhaps he's
taking some pills to boost his energy that are having the side effect of
boosting his libido.  That would explain things.  Yesterday AND today I
noticed him coming into class like he had a tree trunk stuck between his
legs, heh-heh.  Definitely an uncontrollable, raging hard-on.  I'm thinking
he must have been actually highly aroused the entire class today!  That's
really unusual for any student to be that aroused that long, and especially
for him.  I wonder if he was thinking of me at all.  Perhaps he's in a
state of constant horniness.  Hmm...]

   The teacher secretly had a thing for Alan.  But she also had a serious
boyfriend, so she dismissed her feelings for him as harmless and never to
be acted upon.  She did flirt with him a bit, but so very subtly that he
didn't even notice.  For instance, her comments a few moments earlier about
tearing her dress off went over his head completely, it seemed.  She was
only 27, and constantly felt as if she would rather be one of the other
students instead of the teacher, with all the unfortunate social walls that
came with the teacher role.  [If I were a senior student too,] she mused,
[I would be all over the idea of Alan, but I'm not, and I would never dream
of actually having an affair with a student!  No way, Jose!  Unfortunately,
my boyfriend has been a real jerk lately, and I've been doing all this
fantasizing.  The idea that the goody-goody and oh so polite Alan could
actually be a horny monster in a constant state of arousal will definitely
be food for thought when my fingers get busy in my pussy tonight!  After
all, fantasies are harmless, right?]

   CHAPTER 8 (Tuesday, Oct.  8)

   School had ended, and Alan and Susan were finally sitting in the
doctor's waiting room, waiting for nurse Akami.  Alan was extremely
relieved that the wait would soon be over.  He'd been so horny all day long
that he could hardly stand it.  He had a very good feeling something
sexually exciting would happen - if Akami massaged his penis last time,
odds are she would do it again.  For the first time, he seriously
considered masturbating in a school bathroom during lunch, but the fear of
getting caught stopped him.

   Akami appeared at the door to the waiting room.  To Alan it seemed
almost as if she was posing as she stood in the doorway, showing off her
fine body.  Whether that was the case of not, her appearance got Alan even
more excited.

   "The nurse Akami Fubuki will see you now," she said with a wry smile,
referring to herself.  The two of them went back to the same room, and soon
were chatting with Akami about this and that, especially about the fact
that Akami would be taking charge of Alan's case for all intents and
purposes.  That was fine with Alan and Susan - they felt she seemed like a
perfectly qualified nurse.

   This time though, as soon as they got down to business Akami asked Alan
to take off all of his clothes and get into a hospital gown.  Alan felt
very self-conscious in the revealing gown, considering that he was sporting
a throbbing hard-on even before he took his underwear off.

   Akami took a look at his penis as he was changing and joked, "Looks like
we won't have to worry about getting you in an erect state this week!"

   But he lost the erection a few minutes later when Akami poked him with a
needle so she could take a blood sample.  She also took a number of other
cursory measurements.  In actual fact, the only thing she really needed for
medical purposes and for the appointment at all was the blood sample. 
Everything else was just to prolong the appointment and make it seem more
necessary.

   Finally she got to what, basically everyone, including Susan, was really
waiting for.  "Ah," she said, "Now we come to the penis. ...  I hope you
don't mind Alan or Susan, but we'll have to perform another check for
abnormalities."

   Both mother and son strongly suspected that this would be coming.  Susan
was intensely conflicted about it, wanting to see and not wanting to see at
the same time.  She vowed that she would keep her eyes closed.

   Akami put on a pair of gloves as a grudging attempt to maintain some
plausibility this was a medical procedure.

   But what surprised everyone was that no sooner had Akami placed one hand
on his penis to rub with and one hand to "check for abnormalities," Alan
started cumming.  Akami was sitting pretty close, and the cum began flying
towards her.  Strings of cum hit her first on the face, then the chest, and
then further down as she frantically tried to back away.  Most of it ended
up on her face, but a bit even ended up on her legs and the floor.  Some
even landed right in her open mouth.

   "SORRY!  So sorry!  I'm so very sorry!" Alan apologized far too loudly.
He was totally mortified and ashamed.  The fact was, he was inexperienced
and didn't have a lot of control over his orgasms.  "That was so
unexpected! Please forgive me!" he nearly screamed.  Susan also looked like
she was dying of shame that her son did such a vile thing.

   Akami, however, got over her initial shock quickly and took it in
stride. "Look, you two," she said, "don't worry, it's nothing." She began
taking off her uniform.  "Remember, we all want Alan to reach orgasm as
many times a day as possible.  Six times a day, or better.  If he can
ejaculate while in the office today, all the better, am I right?  In fact,
if he can ejaculate more before this meeting is over, that will help to
make this a successful appointment.  My only disappointment is that we
weren't ready with a cup, because we have to take a sperm sample again
before you go."

   Akami used a sink on a counter behind her to wash the cum off of her
face.  With her back turned, she swallowed the cum that had fallen onto her
lips and tongue.  [Mmm!  That's really tasty!] Then she turned towards them
standing in just her underwear.

   Both mother and son seemed pretty shocked at her new appearance.  Alan
privately thought to himself, [She's every bit as beautiful as I hoped!]
Her boobs were more impressive than her stifling, conservative nurse's
uniform made them out to be, and she was fit and shapely.  She lied, "Don't
worry, I'll have the doctor bring in another uniform for me before we're
done." In actual fact she didn't want the doctor to come in and spoil the
mood.  Her cum-soaked uniform was now sitting in a heap on a counter behind
them.

   She made a virtue of her near nakedness.  "In fact, if by wearing just
these few clothes that can help Alan reach orgasm again, that will again be
for the better.  Don't you agree?"

   Alan just nodded.  It seemed like a lot of people were asking him such
obvious questions these days, like "Is it okay for me to take my clothes
off?" He never knew how to respond to those situations.  Too much
enthusiasm might scare a person off.

   Susan seemed mollified.  Akami held Alan's penis again.  After such a
powerful orgasm, it would take a bit for him to get back to full size,
despite Akami's new revealing look.

   As she resumed stroking the penis, the nurse made some idle talk to help
pass the time.  "Alan, can I ask, how is it that you're so tanned all over,
even underneath your underwear?"

   "I don't know.  I guess I'm just naturally dark.  The adoption agency
wouldn't let us know my parents' true names, but the racial background was
given, and there is some Middle Eastern blood in there along with French."

   "Ah yes.  The adoption.  Sorry, but I forget Susan isn't your natural
mother.  You two look so similar except for a few things like your darker
skin."

   Alan remained semi-flaccid mostly because he was thinking about the fact
he was being jacked off in public, especially in front of his mother. 
After a couple more minutes of fruitless stroking, Akami said, "Since we're
short on time, I think I need to take additional measures."

   Akami got up again and put some lotion onto one of her fingers.  Then,
after sitting in front of Alan again, she took the lubricated hand and
placed it around his backside.

   "Alan, if you'll sit up a little please," she said.  "Thanks.  Now don't
be alarmed, but I'm going to stick a finger up your anus."

   "What?!?" said Alan in horror.  "Why?"

   "This will help your penis out.  Don't worry.  A little bit of
stimulation of the anus can be very pleasurable and increase arousal.  Of
course it's necessary to first lubricate the finger, but no doubt you're
aware of that already, Susan." As a matter of fact, Susan had never heard
of such a thing in her life.  The nurse pulled Alan's gown up so that his
butt was totally exposed to the plastic seating underneath it.  She slowly
inserted her finger up Alan's anus.

   "How does that feel, Alan?"

   "Strange.  Really strange.  But I guess...  it's not a bad feeling."

   "Just hang on.  It gets better." She slid her finger in a bit further,
and slowly began moving it back and forth and in and out.

   "How's that, Alan?" she asked after another minute had passed.

   "Wow...  Really weird.  But better." To himself, he thought, [Man, that
feels fantastic!  Does this make me gay or something?  Up the butt - it's
so gross!  Who would have figured?  And my naked butt wriggling on this
plastic chair is kind of turning me on more, too.]

   "So Susan," Akami said, "as you can see, the finger in the anus has made
the critical difference, and Alan is reviving." She continued to work her
finger in his anus and her other hand on his penis.  Susan stared in
disbelief - her vow to keep her eyes closed had been a miserable failure so
far, though happily Alan didn't realize that as he wasn't facing in her
direction.  She didn't know why exactly, but it took all her willpower not
to grasp her boobs in her hands.

   Getting no answer from Susan, Akami continued talking.  "That reminds
me," she said in a casual tone, as if rubbing someone's penis after they
just came all over you was a perfectly normal part of her nursing duties,
"I haven't yet asked the most important question of all.  Alan, how are you
doing on maintaining the proper number of daily stimulations?"

   "Unfortunately, not so good," he said bashfully.  He tried to keep his
head down and not stare at the nurse.  But that only made him look down to
where she was rubbing his penis and the other options were to look towards
his mother or a blank wall, so he closed his eyes altogether.  "The first
five days or so I was right on track.  But then the next six days after
that, I almost didn't reach orgasm a single time.  But then again, in the
last week or so, I've been doing better than average, to make up for that.
Yesterday was only six.  But the day before that, I actually reached orgasm
nine times."

   Susan already knew that fact, as she'd been keeping a close eye on the
chart of daily progress Alan kept on the inside of his door.  But she found
herself gasping with surprise anyways.  In her more aroused state she
instantly pictured Alan jacking off over and over, and found her heart
beating even faster than before.

   Akami on the other hand was poker faced.  "Hmm.  That's not good.  I
hope the doctor stressed last time that it's not just the overall average -
consistency is important too.  You can't go without doing it one week, and
then much more the next.  Some slight daily variation is fine.  For
instance, you may find yourself in a situation were you can't find privacy
at all for a day.  But to go without for six days is very troubling.  You
may have wasted the entire two week period."

   "I'm so very sorry," he said.  "But this was a very special
circumstance. You see, I asked a girl out who I really liked, and she said
no, so that really took away all my enthusiasm altogether.  But I'm over
that now, and I feel confident that kind of thing won't happen in the
future."

   "Well, that's good to hear at least," said the nurse.  "But if we're
going to salvage the week, it would help greatly if you could reach orgasm
a large number of times today.  This is really an emergency situation, to
rescue your lost week.  Just now, that was how many times today already?"
She had been rubbing Alan's penis all this while, and it was hard as a
marble statue.  She periodically slowed down or stopped to make sure he
didn't ejaculate too soon.

   "That was my third," he replied.

   "Susan, Alan seems to be a good patient who is taking his
responsibilities seriously.  How do you see the situation?  Are you
comfortable with things, and the nature of Alan's admittedly very unusual
treatment?"

   "Well, uh, frankly doctor, er, nurse," she stammered, "I'm having some
trouble adjusting.  Everyone at home has had to cope with the new
situation, and we're all finding some aspects of it very trying."

   "What aspects would those be, Susan?"

   Susan decided that to reveal her true feelings wouldn't be very prudent.
She wished to say, "I've shocked myself that I'm walking around without a
bra or panties every day now, and I don't care.  I feel really good when I
see Alan looking at my body.  Sometimes I feel like a hussy and just want
to throw off all my clothes altogether." Instead, she said, "There are many
troubling aspects.  For one thing, we're all having the difficulty of
telling some people, or not telling others.  We don't want this to be
widely known, but we also have trouble keeping this secret from close
friends."

   "I see," said Akami.  Her expert hands were already bringing Alan close
to orgasm again.  She now had him where she could gauge if he was getting
too close, and back off as necessary.  She was keeping him in a state of
near constant bliss.  "That's only natural.  Might I inquire whom you've
told?"

   "That's alright.  So far, just Katherine, my daughter, and Suzanne, whom
you may recall meeting briefly at the end of our meeting last time.  She
lives next door, and she's practically like family.  We haven't told my
husband yet, because he's out of touch, overseas."

   "It sounds like you're being very selective on whom you tell.  That's
very wise.  I was afraid you would hire a professional to assist Alan. 
That's a roll of the dice.  You never know what will happen there."

   "I completely agree!" Now Susan was finally having a conversation she
was feeling more comfortable with, at least as comfortable as she could be,
considering that she was sitting right next to the nearly naked Akami and
staring at Alan's penis being jacked off all the while.  But for some
reason it felt far less strange to her than she could ever had imagined
when this started two weeks ago.  She felt too good at the moment to think
about all the reasons why this might be morally wrong.  Her attitude
towards masturbation had completely changed in recent days, at least
regarding Alan's masturbation.  Now every time Alan reached orgasm, it felt
like a small victory to her, like the baseball team one is rooting for
scoring another run.  And she judged each day as a success or failure
partially based on if he reached orgasm six times or not.  She (and Suzanne
and Katherine) now frequently found excuses to go into Alan's room so they
could keep an eye on Alan's chart of times per day.

   The nurse asked, "So, since there's no professional, and Alan failed to
ask anyone out, does that mean that all of his gratification is
self-gratification?"

   "I'm afraid so," Susan responded sadly.

   "I will repeat what the doctor said last time.  It is much preferable if
he can get help for at least three of the six times a day, on average.  So
much self-gratification can be extremely taxing for his penis." This was
something Dr.  Fredrickson coached her to repeat, for the unfolding of
Suzanne's scheme.  "He may for instance, have lengthy periods where he is
unable to achieve orgasm because his penis is so sore.  Has that occurred
already, Alan?"

   "No, luckily not, nurse," Alan replied.  He still had his eyes closed
out of sheer embarrassment.

   Akami continued with Susan, "That's good to hear, but it's just a matter
of time, perhaps days or at the most weeks, before he runs into that kind
of problem.  So please redouble your efforts to find someone to fulfill
that role."

   "I understand completely.  We will do our best," Susan replied
resolutely.

   "I hope you do.  There are many medical problems where a helping hand,
so to speak, is completely necessary.  That's why so many people have
personal nurses or live in an assisted living type situation.  The unusual
nature of his treatment doesn't reduce the fact that he needs assistance."

   "One way or another, we'll find someone to help him before our next
appointment with you," Susan promised.

   'That's the spirit!" Akami enthused.  "Now, if you will turn your
attention back to Alan's penis" - Susan's eyes had never left it - "you'll
see that it is once again completely erect" - it had been for several
minutes already - " and I'm going to begin to check for abnormalities" -
she'd been rubbing it nearly non-stop.  "Susan, I want you to watch closely
again so you can become expert and do this at home once a week.  Now, the
first thing..."

   Susan cut in.  "Just a minute, nurse.  Sorry to interrupt, but did you
say, 'Do this at home?' Me?  I really don't feel comfortable doing anything
that would involve touching...  you know."

   "His penis."

   "Yes, his, uh, you know. ...  Penis." She shuddered at saying such a
lewd word out loud.  "I just don't feel comfortable about that.  I'm really
sorry."

   Suzanne had her scheme with Alan, but Akami was developing a scheme of
her own.  Akami planned to make Susan uncomfortably close and familiar to
Alan's penis, thinking, [I have to freak Susan out so she won't want to
come back.  That way, the next appointment will be just me and Alan.  Then
I can have my way with him.  If I can keep that as the future pattern, I'll
be able to tease him, jerk him off, and hopefully soon fuck him once a
week, and, as a delicious irony, even get paid to do so!]

   So, to further Susan's embarrassment, Akami responded as if irritated,
"If not you, then who?  I'm sorry, but as Alan pointed out, it's not like
you're his biological mother!  One needs to visually examine the penis
closely from all sides, since Alan can't do that himself.  It sounds like
his father is overseas too much to assist here, and I'm sure Alan would
prefer a female with this delicate task anyways.  So who else does that
leave?  If you're uncomfortable with the idea, it might just be best if
Alan comes in here once a week so I can perform such checks."

   "Perhaps I could convince my friend Suzanne?" suggested Susan.  "We
could have her come in, and you could show her the procedure?  It can't be
that hard to learn."

   "Perhaps," said a secretly disappointed Akami.  "Ask her and let me
know. I don't care who does it so long as someone does.  This should be
done every, oh, let's say, Tuesday, since that's today.  And then I would
like to perform a check myself on our appointments which I believe will be
every other Friday."

   "That much?" said Susan.  She was really surprised.  So was Alan.  Akami
figured that if she couldn't "help" Alan every week, she could at least say
they needed an appointment twice a month.

   "If Suzanne can't do it, perhaps we could pay you to do it all those
times?"

   "That's another idea," Akami said with greater enthusiasm.  "But
regarding your friend Suzanne," said Akami, "how is her eyesight?" Akami
was looking for excuses to get Suzanne out of the picture.

   "Perfectly fine," replied Susan.

   Alan piped up.  "Um, that's not true.  A couple of days ago she was
showing me stuff on the computer, and she said she had to use glasses
because she's near sighted."

   "What?" said Susan in honest surprise." That's news to me.  I've never
seen her wear any glasses other than sunglasses in my life!  I'll have to
ask her about that."

   Akami was very happy now.  She had her excuse.  "Why don't you do so. 
But if she is at all nearsighted, then I'm afraid that rules her out.  I
assume your vision is fine?"

   "Yes, 20/20," said Susan dejectedly.

   "That means you may have to be the one to do these weekly checks, unless
you want me to do it.  Alright.  With all this talking, I'm afraid that I
haven't made any progress in explaining to you the proper procedure here.
Let's start again from the base, shall we?  At least my constant
stimulation of Alan's penis is serving one purpose.  Achieving an orgasm is
helpful, but it's even more important to have prolonged stimulation first.
The real goal should be both stimulation and orgasm, to make sure that a
hormonal change will be achieved.  Again, we have to recall the example of
stimulating the nipples to start the process of lactation.  The ejaculation
achieved when you came into the office might not have counted for one of
your daily six I'm afraid, Alan, because it happened so quickly."

   Alan was really disappointed to hear that.  That meant that record day
of nine times yesterday was actually much lower than that.

   Akami added, "What we really need is a long...  hard...  constant
massage of Alan's long, hard penis.  Even a quick blow job, or quick and
nasty intercourse, or fuck and run, as some call it, is unlikely to
achieve..."

   Akami had to stop speaking because once again Alan began furiously
cumming all over the place.  Akami was carefully doling out her caresses,
but she forgot to take into account the additional effect of her words,
which suddenly caused him to lose all control.

   As before, his throbbing penis began squirting his sperm all over the
beautiful nurse.  Both Akami and Susan had their faces less than a foot
from the tip of it, but Akami was directly in front of him so most of it
landed on her.  His twitching cock even splattered a little bit on his
mother's face.  Akami reflexively pulled backwards and took the rest all
over her chest.  She still used her hand around the base of the penis to
indiscreetly direct his aim, making sure that it got enough of her bra so
she would have to take it off as well.

   "Oh dear," Akami said.  She started laughing.  "This is getting to be
hilarious, isn't it?" Both Alan and Susan started laughing too.  They were
both greatly embarrassed again, but not nearly as much as the first time.
She leaned in again towards Alan, took off her bra, and said seductively,
"Are you trying to get me naked one piece of clothing at a time?" Everyone
laughed again.

   But Alan was also incredibly turned on.  He loved the site of his jism
all over her.  Taking off the bra really served only to make Akami look
that much sexier, as there were still plenty of cum gobs dripping down her
chest.  She sat there just looking at him, but Alan couldn't read the
meaning of her expression.  In any case, she didn't seem to mind the cum
all over her face and chest in the slightest, and just sat there for a few
moments.  [My God, this is great!] he thought.

   Akami turned to look at Susan to see how she had fared, and pointed a
finger to a spot under her right eye.  "You have some right there," she
said.  Susan took a close look at Akami, and was blown away to see so many
gobs of cum clinging to her face and chest.  [So much cum!] Susan thought.
[Is this normal?  Is my son particularly potent?] Then Akami got up to
clean herself off, again.

   Susan reflexively put her hand up to where Akami had pointed, and felt a
gob of her son's soft and gooey cum.  She looked up and saw his eyes now
open but looking off somewhere else.  She followed his eyes and noticed
that Alan's attention was completely devoted to watching Akami wipe the cum
off her face and chest.  He was totally ignoring her for the moment.

   So she instinctively tried to wipe the cum off of herself with her
fingers, and then stuck her fingers under her nose.  [Smells good,] she
thought.  [Tangy and sweet.  Surprisingly sweet!] She looked up again and
noticed he still wasn't watching.  She put one of her fingers in her mouth
and licked it.  [Tastes good, too,] she thought.  Then she thought, [What
the hell am I doing?  This is gross!  And so wrong!]

   "Can I have a towel?" Susan yelled towards Akami.

   "Certainly," replied Akami.  She walked back to the counter grabbed a
towel, then brought it to Susan.  The nurse was completely naked now except
for a tiny pair of panties.  Those were completely soaked in her own cum by
now, which is why she walked back so quickly, hoping the others would be
less likely to notice her aroused condition if she was sitting in a chair
instead of standing.

   She rubbed a wet cloth all over her face and chest to get rid of any
gobs of Alan's cum that she might have missed.  Alan found the whole scene
incredibly sexy, especially as she cleaned herself while sitting between
his legs only a foot or two away.  He discovered to his surprise that he
was already hard again.  But his penis, finally, was also extremely sore.
He figured that it would hurt if Akami tried to touch it any more.

   Akami looked at Susan and said, "Did I get it all?"

   That forced Susan to closely examine Akami's breasts and face.  [She
certainly is a beautiful woman,] Susan thought.  [Her nipples are hard,
too. Alan must be getting her aroused.]

   "Yes, you're fine," said Susan.  Thinking about Akami's nipples caused
Susan to wonder about her own.  She reached up and cupped one of her
breasts as unobtrusively as she could, and realized that her nipples were
hard too.  [That can't be!  There must be some kind of mistake.] She was
trying to maintain the fiction that this examination was having no sexual
affect on her whatsoever, but that was becoming a completely untenable lie.

   CHAPTER 9

   Akami was now ready to continue.  She stated to Susan, "Let's return our
attention to Alan's penis.  Unfortunately, we once again failed to use a
cup to collect a sperm sample, so Alan will need to ejaculate again before
he leaves.  Sorry about that Alan.  My bad.  Before we forget again, Susan,
could you go back to the cabinet there ...  Yeah, that's the one ...  Open
that, and get the sample cup riiiight...  there.  That's good.  Thanks a
lot."

   While Susan walked away and Alan's eyes followed after his mother, Akami
quickly reached between her legs and used her towel to wipe up her dripping
pussy as best as she could.  Susan soon came back with the cup.

   Alan said, "Nurse, I really don't think I can do this again, even though
I'm ...  erect.  I'm starting to feel really sore.  Now only just now,
twice, but I've been doing this so much lately." His penis was up but
flagging, and only the fact that Akami was sitting topless in front of him
kept it from subsiding altogether.

   "Unfortunately, Alan, we have no choice," the nurse replied.  "We have
to get that sperm sample.  This will be a good experience for you, to be
sore the first time right in the doctor's office.  This way, we can
determine exactly how sensitive you are.  Clearly you won't be able to
achieve orgasm on your own at this point, so I'll have to assist again."

   That sounded as reasonable as anything he'd heard lately, which
admittedly was all pretty bizarre.

   Akami added as an aside, "Oh, and by the way, if you're going to have
prolonged stimulations necessary for the treatment, you're going to have to
learn to control yourself better.  I suggest you go on-line and look up
something called the PC muscle.  That's the muscle that can hold back an
orgasm.  There are some daily exercises you can do to control it better, so
start doing that immediately.  Okay?"

   "Yes.  The PC muscle." Alan had no idea what she was talking about, and
his brain was fogged, but he made sure to remember the term.

   Speaking to Susan again, Akami said, "Now, we can see that Alan's
erection is beginning to subside.  So we should act quickly before we lose
it altogether."

   She reached out with one hand and began massaging his penis again.  It
looked like that action was maintaining about three-fourths of a complete
erection.

   Akami stated, "It looks like this may not be enough, so if this happens
during one of your manual examinations, Susan, I suggest using further
measures.  Stimulating the anus is a good one.  But why don't we wait a few
minutes for Alan to revive?  Alan, I bet you could use the break." Susan
and Alan nodded in agreement.

   After a pause, Akami continued, "On a different note, Susan, in our last
meeting I mentioned periodic breast cancer examinations.  Have you actually
been periodically checking yourself?"

   "Um, sorry nurse, but I've never done that," Susan said very shyly.

   "Never?  My word, Susan!  You could be in danger!  Do you realize that
your age of thirty-seven is nearly the most important time to detect the
onset of breast cancer?  Up to one fourth of women in the U.S.  may get it
at some point in their lives.  Do you even know how to conduct such an
exam?"

   "I don't know that either," Susan said, now even more embarrassed.

   "By all means then, I'd better show you how while we wait for Alan to
revive.  Take off your blouse and bra and let's get started right away."
Akami thought to herself, [This'll scare her off from ever coming back for
sure.  Then it'll just be me and Alan.]

   Susan was in complete shock.  "What?  Here?  Now?  In front of Alan?"

   "Sure.  After all, I'm already topless.  Plus, I'm sure it's not like he
hasn't seen his mother naked at some point or another" - in actual fact he
had not except a few days before in the shower, and as her back had been
turned, he didn't get a clear view of her boobs.  "And in any case, you've
noticed that Alan has mostly been keeping his eyes closed.  Alan, can you
close your eyes some more?"

   "Yeah," he said as he gasped for breath.  Just the idea of having his
mother completely exposed her huge tits was making his penis hard again and
causing him to tremble with excitement.  But Susan for once wasn't paying
attention to his tool - she looked up in fear as Akami expectantly waved a
stethoscope above her chest.

   Akami spoke.  "Good, Alan.  Susan, if you're feeling nervous, why don't
you keep your eyes closed too?  That seems to help reduce a person's sense
of embarrassment sometimes, and you only need to listen and feel to pick up
the technique."

   "Okay," Susan replied.  "Are you really sure this is necessary?" She
closed her eyes shut tight even before she began taking off her blouse.  [I
guess Alan saw me naked the other day, so what's the difference now?] She
was so ashamed of Alan seeing her that she wouldn't open up her eyes for
anything.  Rather than taking her blouse and bra off completely, she just
opened her shirt up the bare minimum Akami would need.

   "You have a very healthy set of breasts," Akami said, as she began
poking at their soft naked flesh with the stethoscope.  That instrument and
her panties was all the nurse had on.  "But such large breasts are even
more in danger of breast cancer.  I'm really surprised no one has made you
learn about examining them." The cold stethoscope continued to poke Susan's
tits all over as Akami gave a lengthy explanation on the importance of
exams, the dangers of breast cancer, and just about every other relevant
topic Akami could come up with that would prolong the experience.  She paid
particular attention to exploring the nipples with the cold, metal tool. 
Akami found herself getting unexpectedly aroused by the tempting tits, and
thought back to some lesbian experiences she'd had when she was in college,
making her even more aroused.

   Alan meanwhile couldn't help but take a peek through narrowed eyes. 
When he finally did, he discovered that his mother's eyes were shut
extremely tight and Akami's back was turned to him, so there was no reason
not to steal another peek.  And then another.  Soon he was openly gaping.
Susan had kept her chest so bound and covered all these years that he had a
hard time registering just how gargantuan her boobs really were.

   Just when Susan thought the breast exam was about done, Akami said, "But
of course the techniques I've been explaining shouldn't be done with a
stethoscope.  The feel in one's hand is extremely important in discovering
polyps.  If you'll allow me to demonstrate..." Akami began groping Susan's
tits all over with both of her hands.

   Susan was already extremely hot, wet, and horny just from looking at
Alan's penis.  The feel of hands on her chest was too much to take.  She
slumped in her chair and involuntarily began wiggling and shaking her body.
She was short of breath, and her tits heaved up and down.  As the breast
exam went on she began to feel more erotically charged than she'd ever felt
in her life.  Sex with her husband couldn't compare.  It was all she could
do to maintain some respectability and not loudly moan or scream as she
thought about the fact that Alan was sitting a few feet away and possibly,
even probably, looking.  She couldn't bear to open her eyes to find out for
sure, however.

   As Akami probed Susan's chest, she thought to herself, [God, I can't
believe this horny bitch is letting me do this.  And she's so damn innocent
that she actually thinks this is a valid medical procedure!  Just look at
these nipples!  I have to figure out a way so I can suck them.  That might
just be a little too obvious right now, though. ...  And the idea of her
being so obviously aroused by her son's cock, that's getting me even
hotter! I love it!]

   Several times, Akami leaned forward and rubbed her more modest boobs
"accidentally" against Susan's titans.  The tips of her nipples lightly
brushed against the base of Susan's mounds.  Susan was so far gone that
Akami doubted she even noticed, but Alan most certainly did.  He squirmed
nervously in his chair, well aware that his penis was exposed to the open
air.

   Finally Akami could see no reasonable excuse to prolong things further
and she ended the exam.  She concluded, "So that's all there is to it,
Susan.  Many women do that when they're in the shower.  It's really no big
deal, so please tell me you'll perform these exams regularly."

   "No, d-d-don't worry, I'll do my best," Susan said nervously, still
recovering and shaking with excitement.  She felt like her tits were
literally on fire.  But she had never masturbated in her life, and touching
her private places was something she tried to avoid whenever possible.  So
she wasn't really sure if this was something she could do or not.  "How
often do these checks need to be performed again?" she asked, since she was
too horny and preoccupied to have been paying much attention to what Akami
had said earlier.

   "Once a month is pretty common.  But a well-endowed woman such as
yourself might want to do it more.  It's really impossible to do it enough;
the only problem is not doing it at all."

   "Thank you nurse.  I'll remember that." Susan opened her eyes and looked
back at Alan.  She was relieved to see that his eyes were closed, but she
didn't realize that he'd only closed them moments before, right as the
"breast cancer check" appeared to be ending.  She also noticed that Alan's
penis was rock hard again, and she kept her eyes fastened on it.  She was
aware that she'd dripped a copious amount of wetness from her vagina, but
hoped that things would calm down now and she'd be able to get out of the
room without anyone noticing her leakage problem.

   CHAPTER 10

   Akami finally turned back to Alan, and said, "Would you look at that? 
Looks like we've lucked out and can continue with Alan." Of course, Akami
did the breast exam right then knowing full well that the sight of such an
impressive pair of knockers being probed would make any male hard, even if,
or especially if, the knockers in question were his mother's.

   Akami put a finger back into Alan's anus and resumed caressing his meaty
rod.  Addressing Susan, she said, "While I'm busy here, Susan, why don't
you practice the breast exam techniques I just taught you so you'll be sure
not to forget them."

   "What?  Here?  Now?" was all Susan could stutter out.

   "You said that already," Akami replied.  "Why not!  Otherwise, you're
just going to sit there staring at me rub Alan's penis.  I'm sure you must
be tired of that sight already."

   Susan was almost too flustered to answer.  "Um?  What?  Yeah.  Of
course. Tired.  Alan's penis.  Um, member, I mean. ...  I'll just go ahead
then." She began fondling her boobs with both hands.  But at the same time
she was too transfixed to take her eyes off of Alan's lengthy tool. 
Because she wasn't paying attention to Akami earlier, she had only a vague
notion of what to do.  She only knew that there was something about
checking for bumps, and that if the motions of Akami's hands were anything
to go by, it was extremely important to check the nipples extensively by
pulling and twisting them in every direction.  She also knew that putting
her hands anywhere on her chest right now while closely looking at a real,
hard penis made her tremble in a powerfully pleasurable way.

   "Hard to believe this is a necessary medical procedure, isn't it?" Akami
said somewhat amusedly to Susan as she masturbated Alan for the third time.
"If anyone could see me now, they might assume I'm a hot and horny
cum-starved slut in some kind of three-way orgy!  Let's hope Dr. 
Fredrickson doesn't decide to pop his head in!  You might find that a bit
embarrassing too, for him to see you like that.  Next time, if we take more
care, we'll be able to quickly conclude our appointment without any loss of
clothes, except of course for Alan's.  I really must apologize.  I feel so
embarrassed.  I guess these are the mistakes of being new at this and
dealing with Alan's unusual condition." Her fingers continued to saw in and
out of Alan's butt and rotate around his penis all the while.

   "It's really quite alright," replied Susan.  "These things happen."
Subconsciously she strongly suspected that all these sexual things
happening weren't just coincidence, but she didn't let herself ponder the
issue and wonder at Akami's motives.  Not thinking about what it all meant
she didn't have to analyze her own disturbing feelings; plus, she was too
busy with her own body at the moment to really think about anything at all.
[I think I'll need to perform these breast checks very often,] she thought
as she continued to pull at her nipples.  [What did she say?  It's best to
be very careful, and it's impossible to do it too much.  I wonder if once
or twice a day is a good amount.  Since it's not actually sexual but just a
medical procedure, then it must be okay, isn't it?  True it seems a little
bit sexual, but she says I have to do this for my health...]

   "Now," continued Akami, trying to gain Susan's attention, "once again,
Alan is getting close to ejaculation.  But it would be better if we could
prolong the stimulation a bit more before achieving that end, so this can
count as one of his six times today."

   She continued to saw with her hands.  After a while, she said to no one
in particular, "I must admit my hands are getting tired.  Perhaps if I
switch." She pulled her hand away from his penis.  "Susan, could you
lubricate this other finger please?"

   "What?  Hunh?  Oh.  With what?" The smell of Alan's semen now filled the
room and clouded Susan's brain as if with a heavy haze.  She could barely
hear or process Akami's words, which sounded like they were coming from
rooms away.

   "That towel on the chair there."

   Susan turned around, reached out and picked up the towel and noticed
that it was the one Akami and herself had used to wipe off some of Alan's
cum.  [Oh dear!  She wants me to rub Alan's cum all over her finger so she
can stick it up his anus!  That's so very improper!  What is she thinking?]
As the other two were occupied and facing the other direction, Susan again
furtively took a taste of Alan's sperm from a big gob on the towel.  She
sucked a finger dry, even as she unconsciously poked it in and out of her
mouth as if it was Alan's penis in her mouth and she was sucking the cum
straight off of Alan's meat.  With her other hand she continued to fondle a
breast.  [Oh no!  What am I doing?  I can't stop myself!  But this is so
good!] She hungrily ate another gob.

   Akami secretly smiled to herself.  She didn't need more lubrication, and
if she did want some Alan's penis was positively oozing pre-cum by now. 
But she figured it would be one more thing to get Susan even more excited.
And by the length of time it took Susan to return with the towel, she knew
she was right.  In fact, the only reason Susan came back at all and didn't
just devour the towel clean was because a vague voice somewhere in the far
reaches of her brain reminded her that Akami was expecting her to do
something.

   Finally, Akami plunged her finger into a gob on the towel as Susan held
it, and it came out covered in cum.  "Excellent." She took one finger out
of his anus and immediately stuck the new finger in.  She then rubbed his
penis with the other hand.  Susan gasped yet again as she returned to her
seat, and began rubbing her boobs more aggressively.

   Many more minutes passed.  Alan grunted in agony and ecstasy with every
long stroke Akami gave his penis.  Susan again unconsciously stuck two
fingers back in her mouth and thrust them in and out, imagining they were
the penis right in front of her.  It seemed so real to her addled brain
that she thought to herself, [Oh no!  Alan is fucking my mouth!  So this is
what a blow job is.  It's so good!] Drool ran off of her saliva covered
fingers and down her chin.

   Finally, Akami said, "I think we're just about ready now.  Susan, can
you please position the measuring cup?  I'm counting on you to hold it over
the end of his penis and catch as much of the sperm as you can." Susan got
up, very disappointed that this probably meant the end of her "beast exam."
Akami then turned towards the son.  "Alan, open your eyes and look at me."

   He did so, just as Susan quickly pulled the fingers from her mouth.  Or
at least he tried to look at Akami.  He couldn't help notice Susan standing
right behind Akami and giving a slack-jawed stare at his penis as if she
was possessed or struck dumb.  Her tits were heaving like she'd just run a
marathon, and so were Akami's.  Between the two of them standing there
bare-chested, Alan thought to himself, [Lord, if you're going to take me
young, do it now, because I'm in heaven already!]

   Akami stared him straight in the eyes with a sultry look, and said, "I
want to take my tongue and lick your cock all over.  I'm going to suck your
cock and suck it dry!"

   "Oh my God!" cried Alan.  His penis began to buckle.  Susan rushed
forward and positioned the cup.  Alan began shooting ropes of sperm into
it. His mother made sure with the cup that not a drop was wasted.  Akami
also climaxed at the same time as Alan, but the other two didn't know the
tell tale signs and didn't realize this.

   Alan's erection subsided, and all three of them were quiet for a minute
or so as everyone calmed down.  Akami finally broke the silence with a
matter of fact sounding voice.  "You see," she said to Susan, "a little
dirty talk at the right moment is an excellent way to push him over the
edge, if other methods aren't enough.  Susan, if you're unwilling to put
your hands on his penis for the moment, you may want to help him with your
tongue.  Sexy words alone can help him reach his daily target."

   "I see," said Susan, but what she was really seeing in her mind was the
more literal meaning of helping him with her tongue.  [Oh dear - what if
Akami asks me to suck his, uh, member, right now?  Would I have to do it?
Maybe I should!  She keeps helping him with her hand, but never her mouth.
Maybe he needs a blow job right now!] She pinched her nipples and
accidentally moaned out loud in excitement.  She was the only one who
hadn't cum, and her sexual anticipation seemed to only grow even as the
others calmed down and her own breath returned to normal.  But she felt
nearly as guilty and conflicted as she did horny.

   "How does that feel Alan?" said the nurse.  "Sore?"

   "Yes sore, very sore!  Arrgh!" he groaned.  Not only did his penis hurt,
but his anus felt exceptionally strange too.  But he was glad.

   Akami began to wrap up the appointment.  "Very good, Alan, and thanks
for your assistance, Susan.  Alan, when you're ready please change back
into your clothes at your convenience."

   The nurse turned to Susan and began lecturing her.  "So, as you can see,
I think the important point made here today is that with Alan it is
important to treat the stimulation of the penis and the achievement of
ejaculation as a routine procedure.  One that should be done six times a
day, and should be treated as just another thing to do, like brushing one's
teeth.  If one can eliminate the emotional baggage and preconceived
notions, it will be that much easier to get things done.  The important
thing is to act maturely and professionally."

   Susan just nodded dumbly in reply.  She only focused on a few words. 
[Ejaculation.  Of his penis.  Needs stimulation.  My hands.  My hands
around his penis.  Professional.  I have to do it professionally.]

   Akami still sat there in her chair.  She was afraid to get up, because
that would expose the large puddle of cum that had dripped from her panties
into the seat of her chair, and that would make a mockery of her
professionalism speech.

   "Susan, could you do me one more favor?" Akami asked.  "I'd be rather
embarrassed in this condition to have the doctor come in now with my other
uniform.  Could you go outside and get it?"

   "No problem," said Susan.  Her pussy was also dripping wet, very wet. 
Luckily she was wearing a thick, dark dress so there were no obvious wet
marks to be seen, yet.  She figured, [I can make a quick getaway to the
bathroom and get myself cleaned up.  I can't let Alan see me like this.  He
might get the wrong idea!  He might think I got excited looking at him, and
that's not true!  I'll just clean myself up a bit, and that's all. 
Masturbation is wrong!]

   Akami explained, "That's a dear.  Just go outside, turn left, open the
first door on your right.  In there you'll see a black bag sitting on a
shelf.  Just grab the whole bag and bring it back here."

   Susan hastily put on her bra, then pulled up and buttoned her blouse in
case anyone might see her in the hallway.  Then she rushed the short
distance to the bathroom.

   Susan took a long time; much more than five minutes.  Alan and Akami
meanwhile made small talk, trying their best to ignore the fact that Alan
was dressed in a hospital gown that concealed nothing and that Akami was
still sitting in nothing but a completely soaked pair of tiny panties. 
(Alan also wanted to use a towel to clean up before changing, but Akami
seemed determined not to move and he was afraid to ask her or get up
himself.) Akami kept saying, "I wonder what's taking your mother so long."
Alan finally was able to have a good long look at the nearly naked nurse
now that his mother wasn't around to make him so shy.  Akami didn't seem to
mind at all and just smiled happily at him while they talked.  She thrust
her chest out proudly, but hid her groin by crossing her legs.

   Susan meanwhile locked the door to the bathroom, and immediately fell to
the tile floor.  She nearly tore her blouse open even as she pulled her
dress up around her waist.  Within seconds, the idea of "cleaning up" her
leakage morphed into frantic masturbation.  She furiously beat herself off,
plunging several fingers deep into her pussy.  [I've never felt so aroused
in my entire life!] she thought to herself as she panted heavily.  [This
has nothing to do with Alan!  This has nothing to do with Alan!  I'm not
even thinking about his huge penis!  No I'm not!  In my hands or in my
mouth.  Or, God forbid, fucking me!  Pounding into me, with my son's penis!
No!  No.  I'm driving that thought out of my mind. ...  It must be ...  it
must be the breast check!  That explains it!  Akami's hands ...  That got
me too worked up!  Must ...  not ...  think ...  of ....  the ...  penis
... The hot, huge penis...]

   She orgasmed over and over, and came rivers and rivers of cum, it
seemed. When it was all over, she lay there panting for several more
minutes.  [I can't believe I just did that!] she thought.  [It's so wrong!
So very improper.  What would my parents think of me now, if they could see
me?  They told me I'd burn in hell if I did that even once, and now I have.
But not masturbating can't be right, can it?  Doesn't almost everyone
masturbate?  I'll bet you they masturbated, too!] After thinking it over
some more, she decided that masturbating once was an innocent mistake, but
she could never let it happen again.

   Then, suddenly realizing the time, she wiped her legs off, tried her
best to tidy up, and went to look for Akami's bag.  She wished dearly she
could have stayed in that bathroom a lot longer, not thinking about Alan
penis, not thinking how it would feel in her hands, and most importantly,
not thinking about it impaling itself in her pussy.

   "So sorry!' she said breathlessly to Akami when she finally returned. 
"I had to go to the bathroom first, and then I got all disoriented coming
from the other direction, and was afraid to open the wrong door." She felt
calm and restrained when she reentered the room, but then she was hit like
a punch by the pungent smell of his cum, which utterly filled the room. 
Suddenly her feelings came flooding back, and she desperately wanted to
leave the room immediately.

   "No problem," said Akami.  The nurse could make a good guess why Susan
needed to use the bathroom for so long, but saw no need to make her more
embarrassed.  "Can you hand both Alan and I some towels?"

   Alan and Susan left the doctor's office a short time later, with Susan
practically dragging him out of the door.  Both had the feeling that
something really important had happened there - some Rubicon that had been
crossed, but neither of them were quite sure what it was or wanted to think
about it much.



   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/std2.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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