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SIX TIMES A DAY - Part 4 (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 (Monday, Oct.  14)

   By Monday, Alan could see a definite pattern developing: every day all
the clothing of those around him got a little bit more provocative.  He
thought about the crazy number of times all four females had been naked or
nearly naked around him in the past couple of days.  He wondered how long
it could go on before everyone just ended up naked all the time, barring
some sort of catastrophe.

   Normally, Susan was an early riser, and usually she was already showered
and dressed by the time Alan came down for breakfast in the morning.  But
on this morning she still wore a bathrobe when he walked into the kitchen.

   It started out tightly wrapped on her, but as the breakfast went on, it
started to hang looser on her body, and the proportion of her cleavage
shown grew until he (and Katherine) could see down to her belly button.  As
she served breakfast, she did a lot of leaning over, and on one or two
occasions nearly dropped one or both of her creamy tits out of her robe
altogether.  But still, she managed to keep her nipples covered nearly the
entire time.

   Nearly, but not all the time.  She knew Alan was getting a very pleasant
eyeful, and she loved it.  But even as she did these things, her face was
filled with worry and doubt.  Susan wondered to herself, [Just what am I
doing here?  We're supposed to sex things up, but am I getting into the job
of tantalizing Alan far too much?  Why do I enjoy showing myself off to him
so?  There must be something wrong with me.]

   She was wracked with moral doubt and doubts about her character, but she
found herself showing her body off to Alan anyways.  She tried her best to
simply not think about what she was doing or why, but just do it.  The one
overriding thought she allowed herself was, [The doctor says this is what
Alan needs.] She also repeated like a mantra, [The penis in the abstract.
Don't think of it as Alan's penis.  The penis in the abstract.]

   After her children left for school she had her now daily "breast exam."
When it was over she felt even dirtier about how she was showing herself
off, not to mention guilt over her frequent masturbation sessions.  The
breast exam excuse had worn thin for her and now she spent as much
attention on her pussy as her boobs.  But when Alan came back from school,
she was ready to show off just as much or even more than before.

   Again, and not surprisingly, Alan spaced out through much of school and
had a near constant hard-on in all his classes.  The weekend had been
dangerously exciting, and it was like an addictive drug - he wanted more.

   He was well aware that on Saturday his sister had gone completely
sexually berserk by the pool and then on Sunday Amy went topless and Susan
had her nipple incident, so he hoped another trip to the pool could lead to
more good things.  As soon as he got home, he put his backpack away in his
room and then headed directly to the pool.  When he arrived, Suzanne,
Katherine, and Susan were already there.  He wondered if they too were
hoping the near nakedness of the bathing suits could help make something
happen.  All of them were wearing skimpy bikinis and each one looked more
arousing to him than the next.

   Suzanne wore the most outrageous suit of all.  It was so small that it
barely covered her nipples.  Even then, one could see fairly clearly
through the material.  Only a thin string ran down her ass crack, so from
the back one could hardly tell she wore anything at all.  In the front of
her crotch there was so little cloth that pussy hairs were easily visible
on each side of the suit.  On top of all that, she wore very high heels. 
They seemed perhaps wildly inappropriate to the occasion, but Suzanne
remained determined to wear high heels as much as humanly possible whenever
she was around Alan.  She also felt a growing sense of competition with
both Susan and Katherine, and wanted Alan to look only or at least mostly
at her.  The heels gave her an edge.

   Katherine also had her new two-pieced suit, the same one she'd worn the
day before.  She looked great in it, but after what happened on Saturday,
Alan had a soft spot (and a wet spot) for her one-piece suit that she
masturbated herself with.  As good as his sister looked, Alan tended to pay
more attention to Susan and Suzanne's more mature and buxom bodies.  It was
hard for Katherine to compete.  Suzanne was expert at preening herself in
sexy poses, and used all her tricks to the fullest.  Susan knew no such
tricks, but she had the fact she was his mother going for her.

   Suzanne had recently bought Susan two bikinis.  Susan had worn the more
revealing of the two yesterday, but after the mortifying nipple incident,
she decided to go back to the one with the more conservative, sports
bra-styled design.  It wasn't that she didn't want to show him her nipples,
but to have everyone point it out and kid her about it was another thing
altogether.

   When Alan arrived, Susan was swimming in the pool in the conservative
bikini, the one that he'd seen her wear on Thursday.  But even this one was
so sexy that it still took some getting used to the fact that his formerly
prudish mother was wearing it.  Alan practically creamed on the spot when
he saw Susan slowly lift herself out of the pool to greet him.  The water
dripping off of her slick wet skin was just for him as great as Suzanne's
nearly nonexistent suit.  It reminded him of the cum that he shot all over
Akami, and for a moment he imagined Susan completely dripping with his cum
instead of pool water.

   To add to his distress, Susan hadn't seen him since he'd come home, so
when she got out of the water she gave him a big "welcome back from school"
hug, pressing her wet body against his dry one.  Her hard nipples bore
holes into his chest.  He noted that this suit was little better than the
other one in hiding her insistent nipples.  It seemed to him that the hug
went on a lot longer than hugs with his mother ever did before.  He'd never
really been hugged by the prudish mother at all except for the past few
days, and now they were coming fast and furious.

   He hadn't been expecting the hug, and so he didn't know what to do when
his penis poked firmly into his mother's lower abdomen as the hug went on.
[She must feel that,] he thought as the hug continued.  She was seemingly
oblivious.  She kissed the top of his ear and said, "My big son.  I'm so
proud of you." He wasn't sure what inspired that, but wondered if the "big
son" comment had anything to do with his hard penis pressing her skin
insistently through his bathing suit, a typical one much like the shorts he
always wore.  [Holy crap!  I'm going to die of shame!] he thought as the
hug went on and on and the penis poked at her stomach insistently.  But she
disengaged, and made no sign whatsoever if she'd been aware of his
throbbing penis or if she minded it.

   Since his mother made him wet in one way from the pool water rolling off
of her, he figured he should jump into the pool before it was obvious that
she was about to make him wet in another way.  As soon as he jumped in,
Susan went back in the water, and Katherine, not wanting to miss out,
jumped in as well.  The three splashed around and had fun playing with each
other, but there was no touching.  Susan got out first since she'd been in
the water for a while before Alan arrived.

   Susan went back to the lawn chair next to Suzanne's, leaving Katherine
an opportunity to try and regain some of Alan's attention from the two
impressively stacked mothers.  When Alan happened to stand next to his
sister by the side of the pool nearest to Susan and Suzanne, Katherine
realized the two older beauties couldn't see much more than their heads and
shoulders in the water.  She reached out and grabbed her brother's penis
through his swimsuit.

   That certainly got her brother's full attention, especially as there was
no pretense to it being an accident this time.  Alan was shocked because he
thought Katherine was not going to allow sexual touching in any way. 
That's what she'd told him the other day, in any case.  He realized that
this meant the touches in the pool yesterday were not so accidental after
all.

   Those touches in the pool the day before had felt playful to Katherine,
an extension of the water games they were playing with Amy.  But this new
grope was serious.  Katherine was frightened beyond belief.  After all,
just days earlier she'd considered herself to be extremely conservative in
her fashion and sexual attitudes compared to her classmates.  But her long
simmering lust for her brother had burst to the surface and she knew she
had to act fast or lose out.

   When she'd overheard Suzanne talking to Alan the night before, she heard
Suzanne imply that the three females could all share Alan's hand job and
blow job "duties." But the problem was, Katherine knew that Susan had a
very different attitude.  Her mother would never allow her to touch Alan's
penis, much less suck on it.  Even though Katherine had heard Suzanne call
Susan "cock-hungry" for Alan and she agreed with that assessment, Susan was
likely to have a whole different attitude when it came to her daughter's
sexuality.  Susan would be horrified to even think that something sexual
was happening between her children.

   But now Katherine could use Susan's hypocritical attitude to her
advantage.  Knowing that Alan was helpless to say or do anything with Susan
sitting so close, she pulled his dick out from his swimsuit and grabbed it
with both hands.  She gave Alan a triumphant and wicked look while Alan
gave back a helpless and worried stare.  She began to rub it under the
water, putting all the action in her lower arms so anyone looking at her
upper arms wouldn't think anything was amiss.

   Suzanne saw their faces and suspected something fishy.  Alan was facing
away so she couldn't really read his expression, but Katherine had a
curiously triumphant yet frightened look on her face.  Suzanne was overcome
by curiosity, so she announced she was going in the water too.  Katherine
resignedly put Alan's penis back in his suit before Suzanne could see
anything, and then once again was forced to play second fiddle to one of
the buxom mothers.  This time it was the sight of Suzanne swimming through
the water that captivated Alan.  As Suzanne rarely went swimming, much less
lay by the pool, this was a rare sight for Alan indeed.

   Not much afterwards, Alan hurried back to his room to masturbate to the
new series of erotic images and ideas bouncing around in his head.  He'd
been fantasizing all day at school about what might happen at home, but
real life once again exceeded his expectations.  He was so excited that he
shot his load practically before he got started.  He quickly fell asleep
for his usual daily nap.

   He thought the excitement at the pool was over, but it wasn't.  Much to
his surprise, not long after he woke up his mother came in to his room
still dressed in her bikini.  She held her arms open wide and said, "My
favorite son, give your mother a hug." He always slept naked but luckily
he'd just dressed into a shirt and shorts, so he stood up and walked to
her. She grabbed him and squeezed him in a bear hug, as if he was about to
depart for a long journey.  "I love you so much, Tiger," she cooed, her
voice filled with emotion.

   Alan's penis grew hard as he felt her soft skin pressing all over him
and smelled her pleasant feminine smell.  His penis happened to be
scrunched up in his shorts in a way that prevented it from obviously
pressing into her, but there was no avoiding her nipples and boobs pressing
into him.  For some reason she was already very aroused, because her
nipples were hard and stabbed into his chest.  Her tits were so soft and so
big it was as if they molded over his entire chest as they mashed into him.

   She pulled back slightly and said, "You don't think there's anything
wrong with a little show of affection between mother and son, do you?"

   "No mom," he replied.  "I like it.  I noticed we never hugged or kissed
in the friendly way some other families do.  At least up until now.  I
mean, even you and Katherine never touched at all."

   She wiggled with delight in his arms, and her nipples scraped back and
forth across his chest, pushing into him even more.  "Oh good!  I'm so glad
that Suzanne has helped me open up a bit and allowed us to become closer."
Her lips were now only two or three inches from his.  Because he was only
two inches taller than his already very tall mother, he felt that all he'd
have to do is lean forward just a little and their lips would meet.  The
word "closer" resounded in his head as he had sudden visions of the two of
them necking with abandon, falling back onto his bed and eating each
others' faces hungrily.  He could feel her breath, and noticed it was a
curious mix of mint and alcohol.

   [Aha!] he thought.  [She must be getting tipsy.  It doesn't take much
with her.  That explains things.  Dang!  She needs to drink more often.]

   But even though he was loving her touch, he froze in fear at the idea of
kissing.  Now the hug felt like a trap he couldn't get out of and his body
literally seized up.  Suddenly she kissed him on the nose, and then
directly on the lips.  But their lips no more than grazed each other before
she pulled away and broke the hug altogether.  He sighed inwardly with
relief.  It wasn't really a kiss; more like a tease of what a kiss could
be. The idea of fulfilling a fantasy with her and actually getting romantic
was too much for him to take, so unexpectedly.

   She went and stood by the door and said, "Tiger, I'd be happy to hug and
kiss you lots more from now on.  You know, like a really affectionate
family.  We love each other so much, don't we?  So we shouldn't be afraid
to show it."

   "We do, Mom.  I love this family.  You're the best." He noticed her body
was now turned away while she looked back over her shoulder towards him. 
But what really caught his eye was the way she was ostentatiously
"adjusting" her bikini over her ass.

   She replied, "Tiger, you make me so happy.  So proud." As she said this,
her fingers pulled on her bikini, first pushing the fabric inwards so it
sank up into her ass crack, then pulling it back out wide over her butt
cheeks.  Then she repeated the motion, as if fidgeting.  She giggled with
glee like a little schoolgirl.  Then she said, "But don't mope here all
alone in your room; we're still having lots of fun down by the pool.  What
do I have to do to get you to come back down and join us?  I don't think
you'll regret it." She arched her back so that her tits jutted out
dramatically.  He could see one of her mountains of flesh from the side
view she was offering him.  At the same time she pushed the bikini fabric
back into her ass crack and then pulled up.  It suddenly looked like her
ass was completely uncovered.

   She giggled again, and then left without waiting for a reply from him.

   Alan considered staying in his room and masturbating to the image his
mother just presented standing in his room.  He had so many sexy images to
masturbate over that he could hardly keep up and savor them all.  But there
was no way he could turn down her sexy offer.  He was curious too about
what he would see at the pool.  So he changed back into his bathing suit
and went downstairs.

   CHAPTER 2

   Alan was right in suspecting that something was up, but he was in no way
prepared for what he saw when he got back to the pool.  The lawn chairs
were faced away from the door to the back patio, so only when he got to
within a few feet of them did he realize that his mother, sister, and
Suzanne were completely naked from head to toe.  They all lay on the
stomachs, giving him a great view of their asses and long firm legs.  All
three, even the sophisticated and jaded Suzanne, were giggling nervously.

   He immediately jumped into the pool to give himself a chance to think,
before he even said one word.  [Is it possible for any of the neighbors to
see them?  No,] he realized.  All the houses around the Plummer house had
big lots with copious amounts of greenery.  It was a veritable jungle
between the Plummers' house and any of the neighbors'.  And since they were
on the side of a hill, the only house that could look down onto theirs was
the Pestridge house, and the only room with windows on that side which
could have any possible view was Amy's.

   He poked his head out of the water, after swimming a couple of laps.

   "Cat got your tongue?" said his mother, playfully.  "I decided that it's
okay to go to the pool topless after all," she said jokingly.  Jokes from
her were extremely uncommon.  But her comment also recognized how much had
changed in one day, with some inebriation definitely playing a role in the
new dress code.  "Aren't you going to say 'hi'?  Would you like another
hug?" She giggled at what she thought was a joke.

   "Um, hi, y'all...  Nice day." All three women were still lying on their
fronts.  [What do you say when speaking in the general direction of three
ladies' asses?] Alan asked himself.

   He added, "Um, how long have you been lying there like that?" He got out
of the pool and stood above them, which gave him a much better view of
their fantastic bodies.

   "Oh, we've been in these chairs about an hour," his mother replied. 
"Pretty much ever since you left to take your nap." Katherine giggled at
her deliberate avoidance of his question.  Susan was lying between Suzanne
and Katherine, and so leaned up in the lawn chair a bit to better look at
Alan.  That allowed him to see most of her boobs hanging down.  She
continued, "But it was only a few minutes ago when Suzanne dared us to take
off our bikinis.  Then I ran up and got you.  What do you think - are we
more than you can handle?"

   "Uuuhh, no.  I'm cool.  It's cool." His sister giggled, then they all
giggled.  His attempt at appearing casual and nonchalant was obviously
laughably bad.

   "Well then, you don't mind putting a little suntan lotion on all of us,
do you?" It was Suzanne speaking now.  "Since we all just took off our
bathing suits, our creamy white butts could especially use some lotion."

   [Here we go again,] thought Alan with a mixture of fear and anticipation
that he'd come to know well in recent days.  "I'm glad to help.  Who wants
to go first?"

   Suzanne suggested to him, "Why don't you do your mother, and then do
your sister?"

   Alan wondered at the possible double meaning in her tone of voice,
especially in the way she said the word "do." He asked himself, [Was I the
only one who noticed that?  It's like a conspiracy; like they're all trying
to come onto me as a team.]

   So Alan "did" his mother.  She sat up in the lawn chair to make sure he
would only do her back.  His hand shook with so much nervousness that he
could barely get the lotion out of the bottle and into his hand.  It was
the first time he'd really touched his mother, outside of rare occasions
like hugging.

   He slowly calmed down and stopped shaking nervously as he grew
accustomed to putting the lotion on.  But then Suzanne playfully suggested,
"Your mother never goes nude, so her butt is really white.  Make sure to
pay special attention there with the lotion, or it'll get burned."

   Susan said, "Damn you Suzanne, we didn't agree to that," but she
reluctantly allowed him to put his hands on her ass.  Suzanne's suggestion
was hardly necessary though, because her skin was just as pale on her butt
as it was everywhere else.  Just like the even paler Suzanne, she had no
tan lines at all.  She continued to complain, "You said he wouldn't touch
us in any sensitive places and only do the back."

   "Don't worry," Suzanne said in an easy going manner.  "He's just doing
the back side.  Our agreement that it would be the back only still stands,
but the back can mean the whole back side." Alan was perfectly fine with
that restriction; half a loaf was much better than no loaf at all.

   Alan tried putting the lotion on her butt, but it didn't work too well
the way she was sitting.  He could only do the top parts.  Again, Suzanne
stepped in.  "Susan, how do you expect him to do your ass like that?  Lay
down already!"

   So Susan got up and repositioned herself as Suzanne requested.  Alan
noticed though that Susan kept her legs very firmly closed, so he didn't
come near her pussy or even any of her front side.  It felt great rubbing
her ass however, and his hands lingered on it for as long as he thought he
could get away with it.  He'd never touched anyone's ass before, and was
surprised at the amount of flesh.  He caressed the flesh and found it firm
yet yielding.  Clearly his mother was in excellent shape as there was no
excess flab even on the butt or thighs.  His hand motions were much more
than what a suntan lotion application required, but she merely cooed at him
with soft grunts.  He was too chicken to put his fingers up into her ass
crack though.

   Then he did her arms and legs.  She still kept her legs firmly closed,
more interested in maintaining some propriety than worrying he would miss
some spots with the lotion.  Everyone knew the lotion was just an excuse
for touching, anyways.  Alan didn't push his luck and try to go up her
thighs too far, because he was just in ecstasy from being allowed to touch
her skin in this sensual way anywhere at all.  When he was done, Susan
slurred, "Shhanks a ton, shport," and then hiccupped.

   He noticed that all three females had glasses of wine and wine bottles
next to their lawn chairs.  He guessed that Susan was the most plastered
given how easily she got drunk, but that the other two were probably both
riding a buzz as well.  [This must explain their collective insanity.  I
wonder what they'll think of me when they all sober up.  I guess I should
enjoy it while it lasts.]

   Susan lay back down, and he suspected that she immediately fell asleep.
She was clearly more wasted than she was even ten minutes before in his
room.  He figured what she'd drunk earlier was only now hitting her system.
Lots of alcohol tended to make her sleepy.

   Next it was Katherine's turn.  To Alan's simultaneous delight and
dismay, she seemed extremely eager for him to get started on her.  All
throughout the lotion application on his mother, Katherine fidgeted about,
kicking her legs restlessly.  Sometimes she even ran her hands over the
parts of her body which mirrored Alan's caresses on their mother.  He was
continually amazed at how dramatically she'd changed from the girl she was
a few weeks before.  That girl would have never imagined going topless,
much less bottomless, and the idea of a man then applying lotion to her
naked skin probably would have caused her to faint with moral dismay.  Yet
here she was, her nonverbal communication practically begging him to run
his hands all over her.  Verbally, she remained silent.

   Alan wondered to himself, [Does she think this is all some kind of game,
like tickling when we were younger?  This is so much more serious than
that! It's tempting, but I'm not going to do anything a brother shouldn't
do when applying lotion on his sister.]

   With his mother, he had sat behind her to apply the oil.  With
Katherine, he sat next to the lawn chair to first put lotion on her legs.
He discovered that he really enjoyed the feel of her skin - she had a
youthful peachy fuzz, and he found himself running his hands all over her,
just for the feel.  He also took the time to appreciate her lovely smell.
With Susan he'd been so nervous that he hardly noticed her smell at all.

   Soon after he started applying the lotion, she spread her legs a bit,
allowing him to stare up into her pussy as he worked his way up her legs.
He moved his hands higher and higher up her thighs, and she didn't say a
word or even make any noise.  He wondered just how far he could probe and
found his excitement rising again, but he still resolved not to do anything
a brother or professional masseuse wouldn't normally do.

   After he finished most of his sister's legs, Suzanne made another
"helpful" suggestion - that he should straddle Katherine's legs for easier
access.  So he sat on top of her sister's legs to do her ass and back.  It
occurred to him that his penis, frantically trying to fight its way through
the fabric of his suit, was now merely inches from his sister's naked
pussy. That thought didn't help cool him down at all.  It also didn't help
that, while his mother had been mostly quiet, his sister had started to say
things like, "Mmmm!...  Good!...  That feels so good!  Mmmm....  Do me
there.  Yes!  Do me there! ...  More." He felt at least relieved that he
had conservative bathing trunks which were really more like regular shorts
instead of those tiny things European men wore.  He was embarrassed enough
at it is, and could do little to relieve his raging boner.

   He gave her ass a very thorough working over, but again avoided all but
the fleshy cheeks.  It occurred to him that even doing that was far from
"brotherly." He tried hard not to look at her pussy, but couldn't help
stealing a peek now and then.  He would have been more aggressive except
that he knew Suzanne was frequently checking him out from behind dark
sunglasses, and that made him self-conscious.

   But impulsively, just as he was about to finish with her butt, he
grabbed a butt cheek with each hand and dug his fingers as far into them as
he could.  "Oh, yes!" she cried out.  "Like that!" Suddenly she opened her
legs much wider than before, and he found himself staring at her asshole
and much of her pussy.  He pulled his fingers out of her flesh, and her
legs shut tight.  "Noooo...." she moaned petulantly.  He planted his
fingers back into her ass cheeks and her legs automatically opened again.
"More like that!" she said loudly.  "More in the butt!" He started working
his fingers like a baker working raw dough.  "Yes!" She cried out.  "Like
that, Big Brother!  Mmm yeah!"

   Alan looked over at Suzanne and saw her giggling behind her sunglasses.
Between that and Katherine's mention of the word "brother," he suddenly
felt guilty.  He got up wordlessly and backed away, almost as if in horror
over what he'd done.

   Katherine griped "Is that all?" But seeing that he was really done, she
turned her body so she was laying more on her side than her front and said,
"Thanks, Bro.  I really enjoyed that." She was flashing him her pussy and
tits as seductively as she could, running her hands over her body as if she
was tingling all over from his touch.  Alan smiled weakly and turned to
Suzanne.

   Alan felt disturbed, but also incredibly ready to jack off.  The very
taboo of the touching intensified his erotic urges.  His sister's moans and
cries, the open legs, the feel of clenching her ass cheeks, the thought of
her grabbing his penis in the water earlier - it was all too much for him
to take.  He had a very strong desire to just throw all caution to the
wind, pull out his penis, and begin fucking his sister then and there.  If
only she was alone, he might have done it.  [But what about Susan and
Suzanne?] he thought.  And then he realized he still had to do Suzanne.

   Once again he was so nervous that he found himself shaking all over.  He
was nearly sure he would lose his self-control before he was done with her
and cum in his shorts any minute.  He looked over at Susan to see if she
was still asleep, and he saw that she was, but she'd rolled over in her
sleep and was now lying on her side.  Her legs were closed with one over
the other, but her tits were exposed for him to see.  That made him all the
more excited, and he was ready to all but attack Suzanne.

   He moved right up to her, but she said, "Oh no you don't!" and stood up
in all her naked glory.  She walked right past him.

   CHAPTER 3

   Suzanne took some more steps towards the pool, headed right into it. 
But rather than just jump in, she made a dramatic dive from the side of the
pool.  He was stunned at the grace and beauty of the her body arcing
through the air.  After she surfaced, she said to him, "You must be hot,
Sweetie, so jump right in!" So he did.  He figured it could only cool him
down, in more ways than one.

   But only a minute or two after he jumped into the pool again, he found
himself in water that came up to his chest, with the nearly as tall Suzanne
standing right in front of him, eyeing him.  She silently worked her way
towards him with a deadly serious glare, like a tiger quietly stalking its
prey.  He backed up away from her naked body, until he backed right into
the wall of the pool's side.  She kept on coming towards him, and finally
pinned him to the wall, putting her arms on the rim of the pool on both
sides of him.  Alan tried to duck down to get away from under her arms, but
she kept coming forward and smothered her tits right into his face.  Alan
gave up trying to escape and stood back up.

   She pressed her chest into his chest for a few moments, and whispered,
"I'm not the first person to do this to you today, am I?" That made Alan
remember Susan's hug earlier, both of them, and he gulped as his heart
pounded louder.  She was obviously referring to the hug she'd seen Susan
give him by the pool, and he wondered what she'd think of the even more
personal hug his mother gave him back in his room.

   Suzanne was smiling now.  She reached down, pulled his shorts to his
knees, and grabbed his penis.  It was already hard, which seemed to be its
constant state lately whenever Suzanne or the others were nearby.  But at
the same time he was fearful about what she might do with him in such a
public space.  He was too shy and flummoxed to do anything with his hands,
and just kept them at his side.  He felt like he was her prey, and he'd
fallen helplessly into her trap.  It occurred to him that this kind of
thing was happening to him a lot lately.

   Suzanne finally spoke out loud, though still using a quiet voice so
Susan wouldn't wake up.  "How are you holding up, Alan?" she said teasingly
as she began massaging his penis in the water.  "How are things hanging?"
There was a heavy emphasis on the word "hanging" as she subtly lowered her
voice to a gentle and seductive whisper in his ear.  "It's about time for
one of your daily stimulations, isn't it?"

   "Um...  Yeah...  Well, uh..." He was struck dumb by her beauty, not the
mention the danger of the situation.  Alan wanted to say to her, [I can't
believe you're going to do this with those two sitting only a few feet
away! Susan's asleep, but Katherine must know what you're up to!] However,
he held his tongue.  He didn't want to say or do anything that would draw
the attention of Katherine or Susan in his direction.  The one good thing
about his position was that he was on the same side of the pool as the lawn
chairs.  So that meant that the very fact Katherine and Susan were so close
made it impossible for them to see much more than the heads of Suzanne and
Alan.  Or so he hoped, anyways.  Even if one of them were to look and guess
what was happening, they couldn't know for sure.  It was nearly the exact
same spot he'd been in with Katherine earlier in the afternoon, and now
that situation was repeating itself.

   Suzanne gave him an excellent underwater hand job, another great first
for him.  As she did it, she started carrying on a conversation to make it
look like they were closely facing each other just to converse.  She said,
"So, Sweetie, I've been thinking about your stimulation problem." Needless
to say, she purposely picked a topic that would further fluster and arouse
him.  "I've been thinking about different ways we could inspire you to
reach your daily targets." She went on in this manner in a nearly
emotionless tone while her hands wanked him with enthusiasm.  She used
generic words and phrases, discussing such things as the need for
additional "tactile agitation" and "oral stimulation" but the obvious
meaning was more blow jobs, hand jobs, and the like.  He said little more
than yes or no when she asked him questions like, "Are you satisfied with
our efforts to assist you?" Right as she asked that particular question,
she stuck a finger up his anus and began sawing.

   Alan imagined the eyes of Katherine and Susan boring into the back of
his head, but he had no way of knowing if they were looking or not.  In any
case, there was nothing he could do about it except stay as quiet and still
as he could and act casual, since he was in Suzanne's power.  As he reached
climax, Suzanne continued to talk to him in a flat monotone: "So again we
return to the question of assistance in achieving your stimulation targets.
Would it be proper for others to assist you manually, or orally, or perhaps
stimulation through the soft flesh of a woman's cleavage?  And if so, who
exactly would be willing to assist you in this manner?  Where could we
possibly find such a person?  Someone to constantly stimulate you whenever
and wherever you need it?" As she said this, her hands flew up and down his
shaft until his seed poured out of his penis and into the pool water.  They
both watched as his whitish cum floated up through the water and dissolved.
Suzanne stopped talking and whispered, "I've done my good deed for the
day!"

   Right at this time Susan appeared to be waking.  She asked in a
plastered voice, "Whaa are you two guysh doin' o'er dere?" but Suzanne
innocently replied they were just splashing about.  Suzanne had been
standing erect in the pool so most of her tits could stay above the water
line, but she slumped down and moved away before Susan could get a clear
look at them.

   Suzanne hopped out of the pool and moved back to her lawn chair, still
completely naked to the world.  Alan loved to watch her walk and see her
ass cheeks rise and fall as she swayed her hips in an exaggerated fashion.
Susan appeared to be oblivious about the hand job and most everything else,
as she was drunk and just waking.  Katherine though was resentful that
Suzanne got to finish the work she had started earlier in the same pool. 
It doubly rankled her that she'd been foiled with her hand job effort
because of the very same Suzanne, but she kept quiet.

   Alan thought, [A good amount of my cum must be floating up to my skin
and getting all over me.] That made him want to get out of the water, so he
pulled up his suit and hopped out, too.

   Suzanne sat up naked on her lounge chair.  She was vigorously drying
herself with a towel, though it seemed that the only place that was getting
rubbed were her breasts.

   "Now that I'm all wet, you're really going to have to do me," Suzanne
said to Alan in a voice filled with innuendo.  "But first, please dry me
off with the towel." She lay face down on the lounge chair.

   It was such a hot day that Alan didn't care if he was wet or dry, and he
didn't bother to towel himself off.  It occurred to him through his
sex-addled brain that she'd just finished drying herself off with the
towel, so her request was completely unnecessary.  Then he realized it was
just another excuse and opportunity for him to explore her body.  So he
did. She seemed to enjoy the rough feel of the towel over her skin, so he
rubbed her more vigorously.  The harder he rubbed and scraped, the more
happily she moaned.  He soared and scraped in big sweeps all over her body,
so she never knew what spot he'd attack next.

   He could have done that all day, but he realized putting lotion on
directly with his own hands would be even better.  So he put the towel down
and started in with the lotion.  He was calmer now, now that he'd
ejaculated in the pool, but the toweling already had him rock hard.  He
started with the legs.  Suzanne complied by spreading her legs wide open.
They hung even wider than Katherine's had been, and the bottoms of both
legs hung clear off the sides of the lawn chair.  As he worked up towards
her thighs, both of them got increasingly excited.  Once he got near the
top of her legs, Suzanne said, "Straddle me!" so he did.  She added,
quietly, "It's time you do your favorite cocksucker!"

   Susan sat up blearily in her lawn chair.  "Whadjoo juss say, Suze?" she
asked as she tried to stay propped up.  Alan looked over and saw her large
but firm tits bouncing around on her chest.  They finally came to a halt
and dangled before his eyes.

   Suzanne said in an easy to understand voice, "I said, 'It's time you do
your favorite cocksucker.' As in one who sucks cocks." She giggled
nervously, realizing she was pushing her luck in front of Susan.  But she
was fairly tipsy, and knew that Susan hardly had the right to complain. 
After all, Suzanne had told her friend about her blow jobs in such detail
that it was practically as if Susan had been in the same room watching
them.

   Susan nonetheless whined, "Shushanne!  Sho wery impwoper!  Shuch
wangwauge."

   Everyone had a good laugh at that, as Susan's voice really sounded
ridiculous.  The idea that she would object to the use of the word "cock"
or "cocksucker" but not object to her friend actually cocksucking her son
was also fairly absurd.  Susan flopped back down onto her lawn chair and
closed her eyes again.

   Alan then rubbed his hands all over Suzanne's ass.  Since it was
Suzanne, he felt freer to get overtly sexual, especially since Susan was
face down again and unable to see what he was doing from where he was.  He
was having a very rapid education in women's asses.  First he'd caressed
Susan's, then he'd more vigorously clenched Katherine's, and now he felt
free to go even further on Suzanne.  He started where he left off with
Katherine, by digging into her ass cheeks and mauling them.  He alternated
that with softly stroking them, keeping his hands a fraction above her skin
so he lightly grazed her fine hairs.  That gave her goose bumps, and the
alternation between styles also seemed to increase her moaning.

   He spent an absurd amount of time on Suzanne's ass.  Katherine grew
intensely jealous as she watched intently from a few feet away.  He even
had no hesitation about exploring Suzanne's ass crack, but was shy to get
near the asshole itself.  Then, just as he got ready to move to her back,
Suzanne reached around and grabbed him by the wrist.  She guided his hand
right next to her pussy, a spot he'd been too shy to touch.  Belatedly, she
said, "You missed a spot." He began applying the lotion very thoroughly in
that region.  He was relieved to see that Katherine and Susan now had their
heads facing the other direction and sunglasses on to boot, so he figured
they couldn't possibly see what he was doing.  Suzanne turned over to give
him even better access to her crotch.

   This was the first time he really had a chance to touch and closely
study a woman's vagina up close.  He tried to memorize every last detail,
as if he would never see another.  He was extremely thorough with the
lotion, and noticed that soon Suzanne was leaking her own juices.  He was
sorely tempted to try and touch it, or even put a finger inside it.  He
stopped applying lotion and brought his hand closer and closer to it, inch
by inch, until his fingers roamed the edges of her bush.  Suzanne didn't do
anything in response, so he figured she must approve.  He even began
stroking her bush, and still she said and did nothing to stop him.  He
tickled her public hair, and curled them around his fingers.  Still no
complaint, though he noticed her breathing nearly stopped.  It seemed she
was holding her breath in anticipation.

   That emboldened him.  He drew his hand back and then made a dramatic
lunge with it towards her hole.  But to his great surprise and
disappointment, Suzanne was watching his hands and immediately slapped his
hand away right as he touched her pussy lips.  But she said nothing and he
couldn't read her facial expression.

   He didn't understand the rules of what he could and couldn't do, so he
gave up on that line of attack for the moment.  He guessed it might have to
do with how awake Susan was, which seemed to vary from moment to moment. 
Suzanne turned back over, so he returned to working on Suzanne's back and
ass instead, actually applying lotion and not just fondling.

   She grew more jovial, and started talking to him, lightly teasing at
every opportunity.  At one point, when he put the last lotion he needed on
his hands, she said, "Put that hard thing right here!" Then, after a pause
she said, "Of course I refer to putting the bottle of lotion on the table."
That cracked everyone up, and Alan noted that even Susan laughed.  All Alan
could think was, [Talk about conflicting messages!] Finally, he was done.
He easily took twice as long with Suzanne as he did with either of the
other two.

   Once he got off of her, she said, 'Thank you my Sweetie; that was very
nice." Then more to the others, she said loudly, "Alan does a very thorough
job.  Veeeerrry thorough!"

   He was surprised to hear his sister Katherine reply, perhaps with a
touch of jealousy, "I'd like to know just how thorough!"

   "I'll tell you all the juicy details later," Suzanne replied.

   "Okay!" said Katherine, who then couldn't help but giggle.  Alan noted
the choice of the word "juicy." Everything Suzanne said today had a double
meaning, it seemed.

   His mother was definitely awake by now, and managed to say, "You guysh
are too mush." She was clearly still very drunk, but also very giddy.

   "That was very nice, Sweetie," said Suzanne again, "but I think it may
almost be time for us all to turn over, don't you think, girls?  Oh, and
you may have to put more lotion all over our front sides.  We're just so
exposed!" She made the last part sound like she was a helpless girl being
ravaged.

   Alan looked over to Susan.  She turned over, and said, "If I turn over,
Alan's gonna shee my pusshy." She was looking up the sky with an expression
of pure euphoria, perhaps even unaware that she'd already turned over.  She
appeared to have completely forgotten her earlier objections.

   It was too much for Alan to take.  It's not that he didn't want to see
them naked from the front - he most certainly did.  But he was already on
the verge of orgasm again just from all the excitement, and the sight of
his mother turning over and laying there with her legs wide and knees bent
looking so completely fuckable frightened him.  It wasn't just that he
feared he would cum in his shorts any second.  Worse than that, he feared
he might lose all mental control.  He was thinking of little but fucking
them one after another by this point.  He suddenly imagined himself raping
his mother right on her lawn chair, while she futilely punched him with her
fists.  Even worse, he imagined her quickly giving in and crying out in an
ecstatic voice, "Sho wery impwoper!," of all things, while he pumped into
her.  It was too much for him to take.  He felt his penis would explode at
any second.

   Finally replying to Suzanne's comment about turning over, he said, "Uh,
why don't you do that, but I've really got to go!  See you later!" He
bolted off like a deer for the house.  He heard the sound of more giggling
as he sped away, but didn't look back again.  Back in his room, he shot his
load almost as soon as he could get a towel around his penis.  Then he
collapsed and fell asleep for a second nap.

   CHAPTER 4

   The experience at the pool left Alan completely drained, both physically
and emotionally.  He thought he'd had it for the day, but there still was
the whole evening to go.  Dinner was very awkward.  Suzanne wanted to stay
and eat with them yet again, but she was unable to escape from her
obligations with her own family this time.  So, like usual, it was just
Susan, Alan, and Katherine around the dinner table.  Susan appeared to be
suffering a hangover from all the alcohol she'd had in the afternoon.  She
was a mess and had a pounding headache.  Luckily for Alan this prevented
any kind of serious discussion, and they ate a TV dinner in near total
silence.  Alan had a feeling that if Susan were feeling better she would
have given him and his sister a moralistic lecture about what happened at
the pool.  Scantily clad flirtation was right out, and Katherine respected
that mood.

   The ensuing evening appeared to be a mellow one as everyone recovered
from the afternoon.  Suzanne and Amy came over again.  Both were fancily
dressed.  Suzanne walked into the house like she always did - as if she was
family there.  She gave Alan a friendly wink as she walked past him.  But
Amy stopped at the sight of Alan and looked at him as if they were having a
dramatic and joyous reunion.  With arms outstretched and an even happier
smile on her face than usual, she shrieked "Alan!" and gave him a big hug.
Amy was very touchy-feely and prone to hugs, but this was still unusual,
since the Plummer family was pretty much hug-phobic.  Amy normally
restrained herself around the prudish household.  So Alan asked, "What's
the occasion, Amy?" "On, nothing much.  Just glad to see you.  Mom and me
were at some boring, fancy dinner party thing.  Everyone was so stuffy. 
I'm just so glad to be back with normal people!" Amy continued to cling to
him.  She wasn't wearing much, as she'd already taken off some of her
formal attire.  Furthermore, she was wearing a low cut top, something her
mother almost never allowed her to wear.  Alan realized to his horror that
his penis was erect and pressing into Amy.  He commanded his penis: [Down,
boy!  Down!] But it didn't help.  He rather forcibly but politely
disengaged from the hug.  Amy ran off to hug other people.  Alan thought,
[I guess that was just an innocent hug.  I must still be aroused from
everything earlier.  I can't allow myself to get that kind of reaction when
near the pure Amy.  Why, I remember just a couple years ago when she was a
complete tomboy.  I guess her mother's genes are kicking in.  Does she know
her effect on men or is she still a tomboy at heart?  Now that I've seen
her naked, I can't think of her like I did before.] The three Plummers and
two Pestridges settled in and watched TV.  The evening appeared to be a
mellow one as everyone recovered from the afternoon.  The energy level
generally dropped down until it seemed like all of them were lifeless
slugs, fused into the couches.  Amy though remained bubbly and oblivious to
everything.

   Alan was very selective about what he watched on TV, so when nothing
good appeared to be on he went back to his room to read.  He was really
into J.R.R.  Tolkien since the Lord of the Rings movies had started coming
out, and was exploring some of his lessen known works.  By this time his
energy had revived, no doubt helped by the fact that he didn't have any
alcohol like the others did.  But the one thing he didn't want to do was
think.  He was fairly blown away by what he did at the pool and wanted a
night to sleep on it before really figuring out what it all meant and what
he should do, if anything.

   He just wanted to be alone and read his engaging book.  He buried his
nose further into it and tried to avoid any mental distractions.  However,
Suzanne was on a very different wavelength.  She hadn't drunk as much as
Susan and Katherine, and didn't feel bad at all.  In fact, given a few
hours to rest, she now felt downright energetic and horny.  The "suntan
lotion application" at the pool was like a dream come true for her.  She'd
wanted Alan badly for months, and now it was all coming together for her:
not just her plan to seduce him, but even her larger, new plan to seduce
the entire Plummer family (minus Susan's virtually nonexistent husband, of
course).  Laying naked outside with the other two women and even bantering
about cocksucking with Susan seemed like a stone's throw away from the
communal, sexual relationship she was envisioning between the four of them.
She was beside herself with excitement.

   Susan had drifted off watching TV, and Katherine and Amy seemed fully
occupied by whatever program was on.  So Suzanne stole away, rushed up the
stairs, and practically burst into Alan's room.  But when she opened the
door and took a good look at him, she could see their moods didn't jibe. 
Sex wasn't on his mind at all, for once.  It didn't help that she wasn't
dressed provocatively in the slightest.  She still wore her clothes from
the formal dining engagement with her family, and even had her underwear
on. But she wouldn't be denied the needs of her voracious sexual hunger.

   She sidled up to Alan, who at least had put down his Tolkien book and
was fully engaged with her presence.  "Alan, my Sweetie, how are you
doing?"

   "Okay," he grunted.  She stood in front of him and stooped down a bit to
where he was sitting at his desk.

   She put her hands on his shoulders and massaged them.  She worked in
towards his neck with a vigorous massaging motion.  With a voice all
sweetness and light, she said, "Sweetie, that hand job was fun in the pool,
don't you think, but I noticed that I haven't had a chance to give you your
daily cocksucking today.  How would you like that now?"

   He replied honestly, "I don't know, Aunt Suzy.  I'm feeling kind of
exhausted.  After all, that's my problem that's causing all this - my
tiredness." He didn't want to talk about the pool.

   "Awww.  I'm hurt.  I've only been helping you a couple of days, and
already you're tired of me."

   "No, Suzanne," he protested.  "It's not like that.  I could never get
tired of you.  Really.  You're amazing."

   "Well then, I'll bet I can get you into a sexier mood so you can do your
thing.  Have you done it six times today yet?  I'll bet you haven't."

   "You got me there," he admitted.  He'd done it once upon waking, then
school took most of his day, and then there were three times in the
afternoon.  Even though the pool side experience was the most amazing
erotic experience he'd had in his life so far, it was a lot blue balls and
very little actual stimulation except for what Suzanne did to him
underwater.  It dawned on him that the last time just after the pool where
he practically came in his pants probably didn't count at all, according to
Akami's rule requiring prolonged stimulation before orgasm.  He calculated.
"I think honestly, just three times today so far."

   "Then you really need some help.  I'm feeling randy as a goat.  The way
you touched me all over earlier, it gets me so excited just to think about
it.  Let me get rid of all these annoying clothes." She stopped her massage
of his neck and stood up.  Then an idea occurred to her.  "Wait.  Why don't
you put on some music?  Something sexy.  I'll give you a little show. 
That'll put you in the mood."

   Alan rolled his desk chair over to his CD collection.  He had a lot of
music, but he didn't know what qualified as sexy.  [It's not like I've got
that song with all the horns in it they always play during strip teases,]
he thought a little bit grumpily.  [Oh, I know,] he said to himself a
little more brightly.  ["Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye.  If that isn't
sexy, then nothing is.] He put the CD in, and went back to his desk chair.

   Suzanne liked his choice.  She closed her eyes and started to sway
around a bit.  She looked at his lap and said, "You're not going to stay
clothed like this, are you?  Whip it out." Alan duly took his shorts off.
His penis was stubbornly flaccid.

   But then Suzanne started to groove.  He'd never seen her dance before,
and he was impressed at just how gracefully and rhythmically she could move
despite her unusual tallness.  Her whole body flowed to the music, as she
made long, slow, fluid movements to the sultry song.  She ran her hands
slowly up and down her still fully clothed body.  She wore a very stylish
and fancy scarlet outfit.  Now all that clothing worked to her advantage,
because she had more items to take off, including a jacket, vest, and then
a blouse underneath.

   More into it now, she began fixing the fact she was so overdressed.  Her
long sleeved jacket was the first item to come off.  Then a pair of pants
that was hindering her movements.  One by one the items came off.  She'd
never done a striptease before, but it seemed as if she was born to it. 
Alan was beside himself with excitement.

   As more items came off, he was surprised to find her actually wearing
both bra and panties; it was the first sight of female underwear for him in
days.  The underwear was typically sexy: a lacy, partially see through bra,
and a tiny pair of panties made out of little more than gauze that just
managed to cover her ass crack and bush.  The fact she wore these was
purely a lucky accident as she hadn't been expecting to be stripping later
when she'd dressed for dinner.

   Alan's hard-on was raging now, but Suzanne was just getting started.

   She worked on removing her bra now, ever so slowly.  But right as she
started doing that, the song ended, and another one in a wildly different
style came on.  She continued to groove as if Marvin Gaye was still
playing, and cooed, "Quick.  Something else.  Sexy."

   Alan was stuck.  He had to act fast, but he couldn't think of another
sexy song off the top of his head.  With more time he would have made a
different selection, but he put on "Mr.  Bombastic" by Shaggy.  It was more
of an upbeat song with a reggae styled beat, but Suzanne liked it too.  She
picked up the pace and switched to a more active and wild dance.  It
evolved into a more sexy bump and grind which got her sweaty from all the
activity and Alan sweaty just from watching.

   After a couple minutes of heart-stoppingly beautiful, near naked
dancing, she fell to her knees and crawled towards Alan.  She purposely had
her bra still barely clinging on.  Both bra straps had fallen from her
shoulders, and the cups somehow managed to cover her nipples but not much
more.  Her milky boobs hung down forever.  She looked up at him with
pleading, dark green eyes.

   Then she became playful, and giggled.  "Ooh!  Looks like our little
friend here likes the show." She sat back on her knees, reached out for his
penis, and started stroking.  "You know what I've been doing lately?"

   "No.  What?" Alan was in a great mood now, and completely aroused.

   "Every time I come in here and give you a blow job or hand job, you know
what I do afterwards?  I go and tell Susan all about it.  Every last little
detail.  The way my hand slides up and down your cock, over and over.  The
way you shudder when I blow my breath lightly against it.  The feel of your
penis sliding in and out of my mouth, saliva dripping off of it.  The taste
of your delicious cum.  The joy at seeing or tasting the first drops of
pre-cum dribble out.  Everything.  She protests of course, but she loves
it. She can't get enough of my sexy talk.  She gets so hot that she has to
run back to her room and then masturbates herself silly, every time.  I
thought you should know.  I wonder how hot she'll get when she hears about
this one."

   Suzanne let go of his penis after giving it a final squeeze, got back
up, and returned to her dance.  She knew it was a long song so she wasn't
worried about time.  Alan was excited beyond all reason now, especially
after that tidbit of news about his mother, and he panted and stroked
himself with enthusiasm.  Suzanne finally took her bra off and twirled it
over her head, around and around with her finger.  Then she let it fly
across the room.  She laughed at just how much she was now acting like a
real stripper - she'd never done this before and was surprising even
herself.  She said to Alan, "Save some for me." He slowed down his
stroking.

   The panties came off a bit faster.  She twirled them around and flung
them away as well.  She was as worked up as she'd ever been and didn't want
to waste any time.  With the song still playing she dropped to her knees
and took Alan in her mouth.  Alan too couldn't take much more and came
quickly.  He nearly passed out from all the pleasure.  His only regret was
he didn't have a video camera to record the striptease and treasure it
forever.

   But still she wasn't done.  She simply kept her mouth over his prick and
remained sucking on his flaccidness.  Within a couple of minutes, the penis
sprung back to life.  Eighteen is the typical peak age of male sexual
potency, and with Alan it definitely showed.  He felt he could do no wrong
and last forever.  The second time was even better than the first.

   When it was over he had a nearly overwhelming desire to take Suzanne in
his arms and hold her and kiss her forever.  But she was determined not to
go any further than a blow job, and wouldn't even allow a hug.  She was in
the driver's seat: she could do whatever she wanted, and Alan could only
play along.  He wasn't the type of guy to normally take liberties or push
his luck.

   They both sat on the ground now, and lay up against his bed.  She
commented, "Let's see.  That's number four and five.  We still have one
more delectable mouthful of cum to go.  But it's better to be a woman."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Guys are so frustratingly limited in their number of orgasms they can
handle.  But not women.  I just came five times during those two songs
alone."

   "You did?  I didn't even notice."

   "You will.  Believe me, by the time I'm done with you, you'll know
everything there is to know about the female body. ...  Actually I take
that back, because I don't plan to ever be done with you.  I'm going to be
your special cocksucker forever, if you'll have me."

   Once again he badly wanted to kiss her.  Lust was turning into love - he
felt he was falling head over heels in love with this remarkable older
woman.  He already loved her as a person and now he was in love with her
body too.  He reached out towards her with both arms, but still she
wouldn't let him hug her.  She gently placed his arms back to where they'd
been.

   "Remember," she said playfully, "cocksucking is allowed, but no
kissing."

   "Why?" he asked, genuinely perplexed.

   "Because the goal is your six times a day, Sweetie.  You don't want to
make me all googly-eyed crazy over you with your undoubtedly excellent and
passionate kissing, do you?"

   Alan didn't know how to answer that.  He got stuck on "Umm..."

   She pressed on, "Well then, as long as you respect my boundaries, I
guess a little snuggle is okay."

   Alan gratefully leaned up against her and put his arms around her.  He
was beyond happy.

   She rested her head on his shoulder and heaved a big sigh of
contentment. "Sweetie, you know I've had a lot of affairs.  After all,
there aren't a whole lot of secrets between the four of us.  Five really,
with Amy, even though we don't tell her everything.  But this is different.
Those days are over.  With you I feel so different.  I really hope we can
keep doing this forever and ever."

   "I do too." He ran his hands through her long, dark, curly hair.  He
loved the way it felt silky smooth, and the way it could look red in
certain lighting but not red at all in other lighting.  It was always
changing its appearance, like sunlight sparking on the ocean.

   They remained like that for about a half an hour, talking and enjoying
each other's company in a (mostly) non-erotic snuggle.

   After a lull in the conversation she looked at her watch and sighed with
frustration.

   "What is it?" he asked.  He was in the middle of massaging her neck and
shoulders just like she'd done to him earlier.  The difference was, they
were both sitting back to back instead of standing face to face, and both
were completely naked.

   "Well, my husband is..." She interrupted herself and laughed.  "Remember
him?  I barely do.  Anyways, my husband is probably expecting me.  It's
late.  I wish I could stay here like this for hours, but I should get
going." She stood up and started putting her clothes back on.  Alan felt
suddenly wistfully sad that she was leaving.  He also was staggered at the
mention of her husband Eric.  In recent days he really had nearly
completely forgotten that she was married.  Then he thought, [Not to
mention Susan!  She's married too.  I can't believe I'm forgetting my own
father.  Talk about a bad parent if he makes such a deep impression on his
children.  It really is like I've never had a father at all.  He's like
some relative who comes by for Christmas or Easter sometimes.]

   Suzanne stood at the door, but then said something to shake him out of
his thoughts, which were drifting towards a glum rumination about adultery.
With a twinkle in her eye she said, "Wait a sec.  I almost forgot
something. Before I go, we still have that pesky sixth time to take care
of." She walked back towards him.  "You can't get rid of me that easily,
mister!  Drop those pants already!"

   Alan's good mood instantly returned, and all thoughts of absentee
fathers were completely forgotten.  He was still naked and had no pants to
drop.  She walked right past him and lay down on his bed.  She said
deviously, "Before we get to some more cocksucking, maybe I'll just get
forty winks first to recover my strength.  You're going to wear out my jaw.
I should hope you don't try anything while I sleep." She winked, and then
closed her eyes.

   Alan clearly understood her meaning.  If she was "sleeping," then he
could do things to her that she otherwise wouldn't allow him to do.  Not to
mention, the idea of him taking advantage of her as she slept was damn
arousing.  He climbed up on top of her and straddled her.  She still
pretended to sleep, and even made exaggerated snoring sounds.  That made
both of them laugh, but she kept her eyes closed and mouth closed despite
her laughter.

   Suzanne didn't have all her clothes on, but she was wearing her blouse,
a skirt, and underwear.  Alan began unbuttoning the buttons on her blouse,
one by one.  She grew quiet, and he really felt as if he was doing an
incredibly dirty thing to a sleeping woman.  It aroused him tremendously.
Then he went to work on her bra.  He had a hard time getting the bra off,
and found himself seriously worrying about "waking her." But by gently
lifting her up a bit he eventually managed to get it off her back.

   Now was his chance to explore her tits to his heart's content.  He
touched them tentatively, and wasn't chastised for it.  She still pretended
deep sleep.  Soon he was vigorously groping them.  Her quiet breathing
turned to moans, and a soft smile spread across her face.  He pinched and
pulled at her nipples in every way he could think of.  Then he did
something he always wanted to do: he took a nipple in his mouth and bit on
it.  She moaned even louder with pleasure.  He alternated between sucking
and biting on one tit while he groped the other.

   He grew increasingly excited at the prospect of just how far she might
let him go.  He didn't really know how far he himself was ready to go just
then, but he was eager to find out.  He slid down her body a bit and put
his hand on her skirt to take it off.  That unfortunately broke the spell.
She opened her eyes, sat up, and moved his hand away.

   "Alan, what do you think you're doing?" she said with mock indignation.
"I'm shocked.  Shocked!" But her mood was still playful, and Alan laughed
at the [Casablanca] reference.  "How did I lose my bra?  Were you trying to
undress me while I was sleeping?" she asked with false cluelessness.  "What
were you planning on doing to me?  Were you thinking of - oh my God, you
weren't going to rape me in my sleep, were you?  Bad Alan!" She playfully
slapped him.  Imitating Susan's drunken voice, she added, "Sho wery
impwoper!" That really cracked both of them up.  It also reminded Alan of
his earlier daydream of fucking his mother by the pool and excited him that
much further.

   "I think you need to be punished.  Severely.  Forty lashes!  Forty
lashes of my tongue around your pecker!" She lay down on the bed with her
head between his outstretched legs and sucked him off like she'd already
done twice earlier.  But maddeningly for him, she took delight in
repeatedly stopping and talking to him.

   "You see what I mean?" she asked as she paused with his penis in her
hand.  "You see what I mean about today at the pool?"

   "No.  What?"

   "What I was saying before about how your mom and your sister both have
the hots for you.  They're both so hot for your cock that it's not even
funny." She went back to licking his shaft.

   After a minute of silence from him she stopped long enough to say, "Aha!
You don't deny it!"

   Alan really couldn't deny that fact any more, but it troubled him.  "But
Suzanne, isn't that wrong?  I don't know what the hell the doctor and nurse
are thinking with their suggestions and their whole treatment idea, for
that matter.  It's wrong for them to touch my penis.  That's incest!"

   She stopped licking again.  "Alan, Alan, Alan," she said, as if she was
having patience with his ignorance.  "That's not incest.  Incest is
intercourse.  A blow job or hand job is not a big deal; it's just a fun
little thing.  I know one mother with a hyperactive teenaged son.  Whenever
he gets too wild, she's found that if she gives him a blow job he calms
right down.  It's not like they're sleeping with each other - that would be
wrong."

   Alan was very skeptical.  "I don't know Suzanne.  This is all too weird
for me." He let the topic drop.  She returned to her cocksucking duties,
and took him deeper and deeper.  Right as she had him on the edge of a
great climax, she stopped again.

   "What is it this time?" he cried out in frustration.

   "Promise me one thing." She made several swipes of his penis tip with
her tongue to keep him half-insane with lust.

   "What?  What is it?!?"

   "Promise me you won't forget about me tomorrow." She swallowed him again
and resumed a deeper sucking.

   He groaned loudly, both at the pleasure she was giving and her
frustratingly cryptic comments.  He wanted to hold out until he came before
continuing the conversation, but after just a few moments, he had to ask,
"What?  What's going to happen tomorrow?"

   "Tomorrow is a Tuesday, and you know what that means," she said and
returned to sucking.  She was loving his frustration, but in a playful way,
not with malice.

   "Arrgh!  What does that mean?"

   She stopped again, and lightly rubbed the sensitive spot of his penis
with her fingers to keep him building to a climax during a longer pause. 
"Don't you remember?  Tuesday is the day the nurse said you need an
abnormality check of your penis.  Whatever that means.  Apparently it's up
to your mom to give you one.  She's already basically told the rest of us
to get lost for the whole day.  So I'm just asking: tomorrow when she's the
one sucking you off, don't completely forget about me, okay?  I'll be back
for you with my eager tongue on Wednesday."

   "Arrgh!" he cried out again.  "Don't say that!  You can't be serious!"
She resumed sucking him, and this time he could hold out no longer.  He
shot deep into her mouth.  He was so aroused that he grabbed the back of
her head and thrust his penis forcefully into her.  She just took him in
deeper and deeper until his pubic hair tickled her chin.  She sucked in all
he could shoot out as if her mouth was a bottomless vacuum.  As he shot his
ropes of cum into the back of her throat, he pondered what she'd said. 
[Could she really mean it?  My mom?  Touching my penis tomorrow?  No!  It
can't be!  Oh God, feels so good!]

   CHAPTER 5 (Tuesday, Oct.  15)

   Susan woke up the next morning feeling very conflicted.  For the second
night in a row, she'd had strange dreams involving Alan.  Both nights she
dreamed that she was Akami and that it was she who jacked off and then even
sucked off Alan's rod.  In the dream, there was also a Susan at the
appointment, and she watched this other woman, who was naked and
shamelessly frigging herself.  She had other dreams that were much the
same, such as one where she watched Suzanne fuck her son.  These dreams
seemed incredibly real.  She both wanted and didn't want to experience
them. She didn't know how she would react when she saw Alan that morning,
but the dreams made her extremely aroused.  She dressed in a robe that had
great potential for mischief, to say the least.

   When Alan came down for breakfast, he not only saw his mother in a robe
again, but saw his sister in one too.  Katherine had previously been
typically so conservatively dressed around the house that he didn't even
know she owned a robe.  Thanks to all the clothes she'd borrowed from
Suzanne, Susan had the more alluring robe of the two.  It was
semi-transparent if looked at in the right light.  The sash across their
waists holding their robes closed hung loosely on both of them.

   Susan's first reaction to Alan was one of a chastised and sorrowful
woman.  "Alan, please forgive me, forgive us, for our behavior at the pool
yesterday.  As you can guess, I was pretty smashed, but that's no excuse. I
should have remained in control.  As the mother of this house, it was my
responsibility to see that everyone behaved properly.  I don't even
remember half of what happened but I imagine I did some improper things. 
Rest assured that nothing like that will ever happen again."

   Alan shrugged and nodded his head in agreement.  But while her mouth was
saying one thing, her body and her clothes (or lack thereof) was saying
something else entirely.  She actually remembered everything that had
happened, and she'd had the time of her life between her alcoholic high and
her erotic arousal.  She couldn't consciously admit it to herself, but
unconsciously she was trying to get more to happen even before Alan left
for school.

   Susan's robe was sleeveless, so there was great potential for a strap to
fall off a shoulder and completely expose her chest.  Sure enough, when
Susan walked over to the breakfast table to serve both her children
breakfast, one boob hung out of her robe altogether.  She walked as if she
was in a dream, and someone else was making her move.

   Alan felt for sure that he was going to burst just from the sight of his
mother.  He wondered idly if the robe would fall off altogether if both
straps fell off at once.  But Katherine didn't want her mother to take all
the attention.  "Mom, it looks like your robe is coming undone," she
pointed out.

   "Oh dear, you're right!  Thanks!" Susan pulled her robe closed, and went
back to the kitchen.

   Katherine now took Alan's attention by surreptitiously widening how open
the top of her own robe was.  She was in a disadvantage compared to her
mother, since all she had to do was sit and eat breakfast, while Susan was
actively walking around and bending over the dinner table much of the time.
Additionally, the fact that Susan's robe was semi-transparent made it even
harder for Katherine to compete.

   So Alan would stare at his sister's chest nearby or his mother's body
further off.  But when Susan came back to the dining table for some reason,
he would focus all of his attention on the sight of his mother bending over
and swaying her boobs before his eyes.  There was an unstated and growing
competition between the two women, and Katherine kept opening her robe more
and more, until both of her nipples weren't even close to being covered. 
Susan bent over near him more and more as well, offering him a bottle of
molasses, the salt shaker off of the table - any excuse to tease him again.
Her gargantuan mammaries were barely contained in her robe even while she
was just standing, and her boobs now completely fell out every time she
bent near him.

   Finally both of his mother's straps did fall off at once, but she held
the robe to her body by pressing her arms to her sides.  The sash was
undone as well.  She reluctantly put the straps back into place so she
could walk away without having the robe fall to her feet.  She broke into a
smile as she walked away, because now she was in the zone where her guilt
turned off and she just enjoyed herself.

   At first, both women continued to remind the other their robes were
falling open to foil the competition, but as it was hard to do that with a
straight face when your own robe was open at the same time, they switched
to complaining how poorly designed the robes were.  "Sorry Alan, these
really need buttons or something," Susan griped as she walked to the table
again.  She didn't even make a pretense at covering up anymore, and walked
to him essentially completely bare chested.  She bent over to pour him some
more milk, asking seductively, "Would you like your mother to give you some
milk?" It was all he could do not to stretch his head forward and suck on
the tit dangling mere inches from his face.

   She stood up, secretly enjoying the idea of breastfeeding her son.  "Oh
my," she said, looking down at her chest and putting the robe back into
place.  "I hope you weren't looking at my chest, because I don't know how
to wear this robe of Suzanne's at all."

   "Yeah, it's like, why do they even bother with these sashes, they're so
useless," Katherine agreed.  "Looks like you need to fix yours again, Mom."
It hadn't taken ten seconds for Susan's tits to fall out of her robe again.
Susan smiled at her daughter in friendly competition and closed her robe
yet again.

   Because Katherine was sitting across the table from Alan, he couldn't
see what was happening below her waist.  He wondered just how open her robe
was down there.  But as he finished his meal, Susan finally sat down next
to him to eat her own.  The robe fell completely open as she sat, and he
had a great view of her pussy.  His eyes drifted up to her face, lingering
at her bare chest along the way.  She smiled at him, knowing full well what
he was looking at.  She even encouraged him with her eyes to stare at her
pussy some more.  Alan had no choice: without any help from his hands, his
penis began ejaculating into his underwear.  He rushed his hands to his
crotch and silently groaned, while he hoped desperately and improbably that
the large "O" shape he'd made with his surprised face didn't give away what
had just happened.

   "Did you enjoy your breakfast?" his mother asked him in an innocent
tone, trying to suppress a grin.  She closed her robe up most of the way.

   "Umm, yeah.  It was very good," he said as blandly as he could.

   "Well then, you'd better get up and take your shower," she said, now
seemingly all business.  "You've got to be out the door in fifteen
minutes." Alan had completely forgotten about the need to go to school and
the idea hit him like a splash of cold water.  Both Susan and Katherine
stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to stand up.  Alan realized he
couldn't, owing to the embarrassing and large wet spot now growing on the
front of his shorts.  They were well aware of this problem and that's why
they wanted to see him stand.  Susan hoped to use the need to clean the wet
shorts as an excuse to get him out of his shorts altogether.  She suddenly
had visions of rubbing his penis through his shorts in an effort to "clean"
them of the stain he'd made.

   Stalling for time, he asked, "Doesn't Katherine have to take a shower as
well?"

   "I suppose she does," Susan conceded reluctantly.  "Katherine?"

   "I already took mine," Katherine lied.  "But I think it's very important
that Alan take his now," she said enthusiastically as she giggled.  She
definitely wanted to see Alan stand up.  They still both sat there with
their robes once again completely opened, both above and below their
sashes.

   A bolt of inspiration struck him.  "Mom, I could use another muffin."

   Katherine butted in.  "Oh you do?  So you want to stuff your mouth on a
muffin, and you want your mother to give it to you.  Interesting." She
giggled some more.

   Susan by contrast said, "Sure thing, Tiger.  Really I don't understand
what the big deal is about a muffin, Angel." Katherine's sexual innuendo
with the word muffin went right past Susan, as most sexual innuendo did. 
It was one price of being sheltered from all things sexual her entire life.
The mother got up and walked to the kitchen.

   Alan, seeing his chance, pulled his chair away, and with both hands
still on his crotch, rushed past his mother still walking to the kitchen.
He sped upstairs to his room.  Both women were disappointed that he'd
escaped, but let it slide without comment.

   Once Alan had left the kitchen, Susan turned towards Katherine and said,
"Angel, a little bit of visual teasing can help Alan out with his problem.
Frankly, I'm very concerned that you're helping so enthusiastically, but I
guess it can't be helped.  But under no circumstances are you to touch him
in any way, or have him touch you.  Is that perfectly clear?"

   "Yes mom," Katherine said submissively, bowing her head.

   "Frankly, I'm surprised what's come over you!" Susan said indignantly
and hypocritically.  Katherine let this slide as well.  Now that Alan was
gone, they seemed to have no difficulty keeping their robes closed anymore.

   A few minutes later, in the shower, Alan began masturbating to the sexy
images of his mother and sister in robes (and out of them) that were
flooding his brain.  But before he could climax, his sister knocked on the
bathroom door, saying, "You're late.  Mom says you've got one minute to get
out of there and out the front door." Alan left the shower extremely
frustrated, embarrassed, and horny.

   CHAPTER 6

   Katherine had already left for school by the time he dressed and came
downstairs.  Alan grabbed his backpack and rushed to the front door.  But
before he got there, his mother said, "Wait, Alan, aren't you going to give
me a good-bye hug?" His mother continued her newfound love of hugging.  She
held her arms out expectantly, which at least kept the straps of the robe
on.

   Alan walked back and hugged her.  Almost immediately her robe opened up
enough for her tits to become exposed yet again, and all that stood between
her hard nipples and his skin was his thin white T-shirt.  At first they
just held each other, and he did little more than absorb that fact that his
topless mother was pressing into him.  But soon he started working his
hands over her back, running them up and down.  It occurred to him that the
straps of her robe were tenuously hanging on to her shoulders, and if he
moved his hands a little more strategically, he could shake them off the
her shoulders and move the robe further down.  He did, and it worked.  He
half expected her to protest, but instead she actually temporarily let go
of him to allow the robe sleeves fall down and become completely freed of
her arms.  Now all that held the robe up was the sash around her waist.  He
went back to exploring her back, enjoying it all the more now that it was
just bare flesh in his hands.

   Their faces were incredibly close to each other the whole time, and Alan
found this disconcerting.  He tended to keep his head tilted to one side or
the other, because he was afraid that if he looked at her straight on he
would end up kissing her.  He tried to avoid that at all costs.  He knew
that even if her body agreed to a passionate kiss at the time, later she
would probably be very hurt that he took advantage, and that was the one
thing in the world he would never want to do - hurt his mother.  Teasing
was one thing, but if they kissed there would be no denying they'd crossed
a line.

   She nuzzled her head into his neck and squeezed him tighter.  "Have a
good day at school, okay?"

   "I will, Mom."

   "Don't forget your mother who loves you," she added, prolonging the hug.
She rubbed her tits all over his chest as if her boobs were looking for
some kind of way to get past him.  Her hands meanwhile just pawed at his
back over and over again, sometimes gripping into him.

   "I won't."

   "I'm so glad we have these opportunities to be more affectionate now,
don't you?  Or do you find this increased familiarity upsetting?" She was
clearly stalling for time so the hug could last longer.  It was almost
absurd the way her tits were now insistently exploring his entire chest. 
She was slowly rubbing her body up and down him repeatedly, as if she was
one giant itch desperately needing to get scratched.  The absurdity of the
situation only grew with her description of this just being an ordinary,
familial hug.

   "Uhh...  Not upsetting." She mewled with contentment.

   They continued to rub.  It was as if they were having an all out make
out session, except they weren't actually kissing.  Her nipples stabbed
into him.  Alan didn't know why, but he found himself saying, "This is just
an affectionate family hug.  It's not like this is sexual or anything, is
it?"

   "Oh no!" she agreed far too loudly.  "Certainly not!  Don't even think
it. ...  We're just being very...  familiar." Alan was amazed to realize
from her face that at least on some level, she sincerely believed that. 
Even as she said this, she brought her tits all the way down to the level
of his belly button and then slowly pushed them up his chest all the way to
his collar.  They hugged even longer, if such motions could be called
hugging.  It was more like she was a cat in heat, trying to relieve herself
by rubbing up against a post.  Alan didn't know what to do, and just tried
to keep his hands on her back, and in her long flowing hair.

   A vision in his head appeared of the class at school he would
undoubtedly be late to.  Class was probably starting any minute.  That made
him want to hold on even longer, so he'd never have to leave this
incredible world and return to the real world.

   Taking advantage of her obviously increasing horniness, he dropped his
hands down to her ass, and freely groped at it.  Somehow this seemed okay
to do even while kissing did not, although his resistance to even kissing
was falling by the second.  His hand felt only flesh, not clothes, but he
was so overwhelmed by the whole experience that his brain didn't really
register what that meant: the robe's sash had opened and she was now
completely naked.  He vigorously kneaded her ass flesh with both hands.

   His courage boosted by his arousal, he finally allowed himself to stare
her directly in the face and not flinch.  He said, boldly, "I love you,
Mom."

   "I love you too, Tiger.  So much." He drank in the sight of her
shimmering brown eyes, so close to his.  She raised herself to her full
height and leaned in even closer.  Alan thought, [This is it!  We're going
to kiss on the lips!]

   But he was wrong.  She kissed him once, but only on the nose.  Then she
reluctantly pulled away and let him go.  She looked to the ground.  "Oh
dear me, how embarrassing." In all of her frantic rubbing against him, the
sash had indeed opened and her robe now lay in a heap around her feet.

   She appeared to be genuinely surprised by that, but now she played it
up. "Would you look at that.  I'm stark naked.  How embarrassing!" Alan
inwardly groaned as she turned away from him, no doubt to give him another
chance to visually explore her entire body.  He took full advantage to eat
her up with his eyes.  After she could delay no longer, she bent over to
pick the robe up, but kept her knees ramrod straight so she had to bend
over entirely at the waist.  That left her ass hanging in the air only a
foot in front on him.  It was all he could do not to grab her ass.  He
worried that if he did, he would lose control, take his penis out, and soon
be plowing into her pussy.

   Her hands lingered on the ground for a few moments while she slowly
gathered the robe together.  Alan's skin was burning - he felt literally so
hot that he half expected steam to start pouring out of his ears.

   She was torturing him; they both knew this.  Apparently she felt guilty
about the torture, because she put her robe back on, and said, now
blushing, "Tiger, in the future, I think it's best if we only hug when, uh,
when we're both dressed a little more properly. ...  Just so people might
not get the wrong impression." She helped him get his things and get out
the door without further incident.  He had the most intense case of blue
balls, and riding to school on a bike was complete torture.

   Within minutes, Susan was in her bedroom masturbating to thoughts of
what she'd done to Alan all that morning and the pool scene the day before.
She was obsessed about Alan and his penis.  It was all she could think
about now.  But at the same time she was deeply ashamed at what she'd done,
especially her good-bye hug.  She knew she'd gone too far.  Torn between
lust and reason, she agonized over what she should do.

   CHAPTER 7

   With so many dirty thoughts and images floating through Alan's head, it
was no surprise that he spaced out in school again.  One thought that
consumed him was the likelihood that Suzanne would come over in the morning
and tell Susan every last detail about the three blow jobs she'd given him
the night before.  He imagined the two of them sitting around the dining
room table talking, robes falling all over the place, and his mother so
excited that she surreptitiously frigged herself under the table.  The fact
that she actually hadn't done that yet in real life was somewhat
surprising, because her self control was next to nothing now once she got
excited.

   The second and even more consuming thought was Suzanne's comment that
his mother would be giving his penis an abnormality check later on.  He was
dying of curiosity to find out if this was true, but was too shy, and also
otherwise occupied with lusty visions of his sister and mother, to ask her
about it that morning.  He wasn't entirely sure what an abnormality check
was, really, but judging by what Akami did to him at his last appointment,
he figured it was very much like a hand job.  Just about exactly the same
as a hand job, in fact.  The possibility that Susan would jack him off when
he came home from school drove him nearly senseless with distraction.  Even
if Suzanne's comment wasn't true, he was certain more exciting things would
happen later.  He was barely able to figure out how to make it from one of
his classes to the next.

   After his fourth period, his teacher Gloria Rhymer called him over to
talk about his absent-mindedness.  When everyone left, she said to him,
"Alan, I'm worried about you.  Your lack of attention seems to be getting
even worse.  What's the problem?"

   "Um, I've got a lot of things on my mind," he said bashfully.  Even as
he said this, his mind was somewhere else.  He'd managed to temporarily
banish thoughts of his mother during Ms.  Rhymer's class, but only because
he'd focused on fantasizing about his teacher instead.  It was like trying
to forget the pain of stubbing a toe by purposely stubbing a toe on the
other foot: it worked, but it wasn't exactly smart.  As she spoke he didn't
see the real Ms.  Rhymer standing in front of him; instead his head was
filled with the image of how he imagined she looked naked.  He'd fantasized
the image of her standing in front of the class naked so often in the last
two years that it seemed etched in his brain.

   "I'll bet you do," she said disapprovingly.  "You know, young man, given
what you told me last week, I think I can guess what your problem is."

   "You can?" [Uht-oh!  That can't be.  She knows about me and my mom? 
Suzanne?  What?]

   "Yes, I think that you're taking some kind of medicine to boost your
energy level, and it's having the side effect of boosting your sex drive."
She judged from his suddenly panicky facial expression that her guess was a
good one.  "What makes me say that is not so much what you told me, but
your behavior in this class.  In recent days, it seems like you've been
walking into my class in a state of high arousal, and you stay that way
until you leave it.  Am I wrong?"

   There was no way to wiggle out of this that he could see.  "No, you're
not wrong.  I'm so sorry.  But I've never felt like this before." To
himself, the horrific thought occurred: [Oh no - Ms.  Rhymer has noticed my
boners!] Even as he worried about this, most of his brain was off in la-la
land with the image of her nakedness, fueling the boner he had at that very
moment.

   "Can't you just ask the doctor to cut down on the number of pills?"

   "It's not a matter of pills...." There was a prolonged silence.  He
considered letting her in on the six times a day secret.  He finally
decided he would, if only because once she was on the scent, keeping a
secret from her was hopeless.  "Can you really, honestly, keep a secret?"
He tried to focus on the problem at hand and push his fantasy out of his
mind.

   "Of course, Alan!  You can trust me completely."

   "Good, because this is really embarrassing.  If people in school found
out, I'd probably have to transfer, I'd be so embarrassed...  I really
shouldn't tell you this, so for the love of God don't tell a soul, but I
figure you won't be satisfied until you figure it out, anyways.  You see,
the tests show I'm severely lacking in certain hormones, like testosterone.
I know it sounds strange, but the best way, the natural way, to get those
levels back to normal, is if I frequently achieve orgasm.  That's what the
doctor says." Alan went on to explain more details of his medical
diagnosis.

   Ms.  Rhymer let him talk without interruption.  When he was all done,
she asked him, "So you're telling me that you masturbate yourself six or
more times a day?"

   "Um, well, not exactly.  The doctor thought that much masturbation isn't
healthy.  He recommends that it's better if someone else can help me out.
But I don't have a girlfriend.  As you know, I even tried to ask Christine
out, but that didn't work out so well."

   "But you said 'not exactly.' So you're getting help after all, even
without a girlfriend?"

   Alan was really blushing now.  "Um, sometimes I'm helped out in the
morning before school.  Or, more often, after I get back home."

   Ms.  Rhymer thought for a minute.  [To help him out in the morning and
afternoon, it would have to be someone extremely close.  Probably someone
he's living with.  Alan has a really beautiful mother and sister.  Could
one of them...  and he...?!?  Naaahhhh...  Get real!  They're like a
nineteen fifties sitcom ultimate conservative family.  But what about his
next door neighbor, Suzanne?  She's extremely attractive, and practically
lives at the Plummers' house, from what I hear.  It must be her.  Or maybe
her daughter Amy, but then she would be Alan's girlfriend.  It must be the
mother.]

   The teacher immediately tested out her theory.  "That's very considerate
of Mrs.  Pestridge to help you out like that."

   "Yeah, well, she's very...  Hey!  Wait a minute!  How did you...  You
tricked me!"

   "Sorry about that, but you know that 'I always get my man' when it comes
to the pursuit of knowledge.  But frankly, I'm surprised at you.  Suzanne -
she's practically like a member of your family.  She even attends your
parent teacher conferences with me along with your mother."

   "I know!  I know!  But I can't help it.  She did all the initiating. 
And she was practically forced to, because of the situation.  After a week
and the thing with Christine I'd given up on the treatment, and she was the
one that inspired me to keep going."

   "Just how does she inspire you?" Ms.  Rhymer was increasingly amazed at
the subject of this discussion.  [Aren't I crossing a line, in talking to a
student about this?] her conscience momentarily nagged her, but curiosity
drove her on.

   Alan shuffled his feet before the desk of his teacher.  "Ahhh...  She
stimulates my...  er, private member...  with her hands, and, uh, other
things. ...  Her mouth, if you must know...  But she doesn't go any further
than that!  That wouldn't be right!  She hasn't even kissed me!" He
couldn't look his teacher in the eye and literally wished he could crawl
into a hole and die.

   "Hmm.  Interesting.  I'm not going to make any moral judgments.  It
seems like she's trying to help you out and that should be commended.  But
what does any of this have to do with your problems in my class?  If you're
not taking any pills, then your libido, your sexual level, is just the same
as always, right?"

   "Yes, but I keep having all these thoughts.  Suzanne has been very...  I
don't know how to put it...  suggestive, I guess.  Sexually suggestive. 
She's so sexy, it's incredible!  So all I can do now is think about sex!"
To himself, he added, [And if you only knew how suggestive my mother,
sister and even Suzanne's daughter Amy are being as well!  I want to fuck
them all, and it's so wrong!]

   "I can see your problem.  Suzanne is an incredibly beautiful woman,
there's no question about it.  So you walk around in a daze all day,
thinking about nothing but sex?"

   "Well, no.  I've been getting relief, like, a lot.  And then I'm okay,
afterwards.  For a while.  It's weird: I haven't been doing this treatment
for very long, but once you start getting relief so often it's like your
body comes to expect it.  But half the day I'm at school, and I can't get
any relief at all.  So the frustration builds up.  And your class is the
worst."

   "My class?  Why my class?"

   Alan realized he'd stuck his foot in his mouth yet again.  Her class was
the worst, because he would get hard just in anticipation of the class
coming up.  And then he'd see her in person and it would get even worse. 
There were few ideas so arousing that could actually make him temporarily
forget arousing thoughts of his mother, and the fact that thinking of Glory
was one of them spoke to just how long he'd had a deep crush on her.  But
it only led to more frustration.  That frustration, and the fact his raging
boner might be noticed at almost any time by the other students, would
somehow make him even more horny.  [But I can't exactly say that to you!]
he thought.

   "Um, it just is," he finally responded.  Alan was already about as red
and embarrassed as he thought he could get, but he got several shades
redder.  "Uh, maybe because...  it's just before lunch..." he added,
completely unconvincingly.

   Ms.  Rhymer realized she was just about to kill him with shame. 
"Alright, Alan.  Thank you very much for your honesty, young man.  Let me
think about this for a while.  I don't want you failing all of your
classes. I'll try to think of some kind of solution.  And I won't tell
anyone under any circumstance - not your mother, Suzanne, or anyone else. I
know I can be a gossip sometimes, but I swear.  It'll be just between you
and me, okay?"

   "Thanks.  You're cool." Alan walked off, but he was very dejected.  He
felt really stupid to give his secret away.  [What if that happened to
someone less understanding than my favorite teacher?]

   CHAPTER 8

   Back at home, Susan fretted over what to do about the abnormality check
Akami said needed to be done today.  In a burst of resolve while Alan was
at school, Susan called Suzanne for advice on what to do about this
problem. She hoped Suzanne could come up with a solution.  But Suzanne just
made things worse - much worse.  She told Susan things like, "You know I'd
love to do the check because Alan's penis is so big and thick and full of
tasty cum.  It makes me so hot just thinking about touching it!  But
unfortunately I can't because I don't know the proper procedures.  So I
guess it's all up to you, you lucky dog." Susan grew more hot and bothered
as Suzanne went on and on in this vein, and Susan began rubbing herself
through her clothes, glad she was on the phone and not speaking in person
so she could scratch her itch.

   Suzanne was doing everything she could to weaken Susan's resolve.  She'd
even called Akami and got the nurse to back off from her own abnormality
check scheme.  Contrary to what she told Alan the night before, she was the
one who arranged that Katherine, Amy, and her would all be gone for the
whole afternoon.  She made sure Susan knew that, to further box her in.

   Now that Suzanne had Susan on the phone, she took the opportunity to
describe all of the blow jobs she'd given Alan the night before in
exquisite and loving detail.  Susan got so hot and bothered that eventually
she began to masturbate herself as Suzanne raved on the phone for nearly an
hour about the joys of pleasuring Alan.  Suzanne could tell by the way that
Susan huffed and puffed into the phone that her friend had completely
abandoned herself to all out masturbation.  Susan even switched over to
speakerphone so she could use both hands to rub all over.  Before long,
about the only coherent things Susan could say into the phone anymore were,
"You didn't!," "He didn't!," and "Oh my God!" Susan's desire to touch
Alan's penis was so great that she thought she would literally lose her
mind.

   Suzanne, also now masturbating herself but with more self control,
continued to goad her best friend over the phone.  "You know the other day
how I called myself Alan's favorite cocksucker?"

   "Yeah?" Susan answered.

   "Well, I'd better enjoy that title while I still can, because as soon as
you wrap your mouth around his hot, meaty stick, he's going to love it! 
You're gonna give me a good run for my money as we take turns licking all
of his love juices out of him.  Believe me, this isn't just a good thing
for his medical treatment.  And never mind how incredible it will make you
feel.  This will really strengthen the mother son bond between you two."

   "You think so?" Susan asked hesitantly and breathlessly.

   "Oh yeah.  I feel so close to him after I take his slippery dick in my
mouth and let it slide around, running my tongue all over his shaft.  And
the big load of cum he shoots into my mouth - it's heaven!  But what's
really great is that afterwards, we feel so tender towards each other.  I
told you how last night we cuddled and just held each other tightly.  If
that's not bonding I don't know what is.  I literally have never felt as
close to my husband as I felt close to Alan last night.  Soon that'll be
you cuddling up to your cuddly little Tiger."

   "Oh my God!"

   The conversation with Suzanne had driven Susan to the brink and
destroyed the last of her willpower to resist her urges.  Before Suzanne
hung up, she made Susan promise that she would take care of the abnormality
check "problem" herself.  Susan readily agreed.

   School ended a few hours later and Alan returned home.  He was surprised
to find the house seemingly empty, especially since his sister usually beat
him home.  That appeared to confirm Suzanne's comment that everyone would
be sent away.  His heart was already pounding with worry, but that doubled
the intensity of his feelings.  He clung to the hope that someone other
than his mother would be home, because the idea of her touching his penis
became so real that it frightened him.  He wandered the house until he had
no room left to search except for his mother's bedroom.  As he expected, he
found Susan there.  "Howdy mom, have you seen Suzanne?  Or Katherine?"

   Susan was folding laundry, seemingly calm.  But when she turned to him
he saw a very strange look in her eye.  "Suzanne's busy today.  I don't
think you'll see her until tomorrow.  And your sister and Amy have gone
shopping.  I think it's just you and me.  All afternoon."

   "Oh." Alan gulped and his throat went dry.

   "Do you know what day it is, Alan?" Susan had stopped with the laundry
and sat down on her double bed.  She was dressed in her ordinary
housecleaning clothes, except for the fact that Alan knew she wouldn't be
wearing any bras or panties.

   "It's Tuesday."

   "That's right.  And do you know what's special about Tuesday?"

   "Uh, it comes right after Monday?" he lamely tried to joke.  He could
see exactly where she was going with this, and realized that Suzanne was
completely correct about everything.

   "What's special about this Tuesday, if you'll remember, is that that's
the day your nurse said you need to have your private member checked for
abnormalities.  Every week.  And since you say Suzanne doesn't have great
vision, it's left up to me."

   "Oh." There was a big pause from Alan.  "Well." His nervousness doubled,
then doubled again.  He felt faint.  But somehow he went past his fear into
an acceptance of the inevitable, and calmed down enough to go on.

   "Do you mind, Tiger?  If you mind, we don't have to do it.  You seem
very nervous.  Does the thought of your own mother....  massaging...  your,
uh, private member; does that make you uncomfortable?"

   "Well, yeah, it kind of does.  Because, I mean, you're my mom, right? 
But Suzanne has been talking to me about boundaries, and being
dispassionate.  If you and I are very clear about boundaries, and this is
for the doctor, then there's nothing wrong, right?" Alan was talking for
himself as much as his mom, trying to rationalize this.  Fantasizing was
one thing, but reality was quite different.  He had a very strong suspicion
this was wrong or even illegal, despite what Akami and Suzanne had said.

   "That's right, Tiger.  It's vital we both have the right mental
attitude, or we shouldn't do this.  But since you do, is it okay if we
begin?"

   "What, here?  Now?" He looked around as if searching for an escape
route.

   "Might as well get it over with, don't you think?"

   Another gulp.  "Yeah." He was amazed that she wasn't as nervous or more
nervous than him, but he didn't know she'd entered the zone where her
superego shut down and her id was free to run wild.

   "Good," she said with more determination.  Alan was standing and she was
sitting on the bed, but she got up and motioned that Alan should sit down.
He sat on the bed where she had just been.  She continued, "I was thinking
that, given the accidents you had with Akami the other day, it would be
safer if I took off my shirt before we start.  Don't you think?" Alan was
suddenly reminded of the image of him shooting his cum all over the face
and bra-clad tits of nurse Akami.  He imaged that it was his mother in that
role instead.  He'd been flaccid from fear, but he grew rock hard in
seconds.

   "Um, yeah, if you think so."

   "I think that would be best," she said softly, as she began unbuttoning
her shirt.  "I think that would be very nice," she continued, mostly to
herself.  Alan realized that her hands were trembling and that she was at
least somewhat nervous.  He also realized that as she stood there a few
feet in front of him, she was about to do a striptease for him.  Not like a
professional striptease with sultry music blaring in the background like
the one Suzanne had given him just the night before, but she was taking her
clothes off for him all the same.  He gulped again and his heart pounded
like a hammer in his chest.

   She unbuttoned her shirt's buttons one by one.  She was taking her time,
drawing it out.  She slowly revealed a bra, to Alan's surprise.  Her
original plan was to check his penis while wearing a bra, so an accident
wouldn't ruin her blouse.  But she removed the bra as well.  She smiled
shyly now that she was topless, and let him soak up a good look of the
giant round monsters that were her breasts.  Then she proceeded to her
shorts.  Her shorts had buttons in the front, and Alan had a long time to
think about what lay behind those buttons, as she undid them ever so
slowly.

   Then she slid her shorts off.  She was wearing panties as well, but
didn't make any move towards them.  "I thought I'd leave those on," she
explained.  "You wouldn't want your mother to be completely naked, would
you?"

   [Just agree with the questioner,] Alan thought.  "No," he squeaked out.

   "Alright." She got down on her knees in front of him.  "If you don't
mind, I'll unclothe you now." She pulled his shorts off, and then his
underwear.  Alan noticed she now had a look of great hunger and
anticipation in her eyes, but it was mixed with a look of anguish.  She
thought to herself, [I just have to get this out of my system.  Akami put
this evil urge into my brain.  Or was it Suzanne?  In any case, I just have
to satisfy my curiosity.  Then I can get back to normal.  Just this one
time, and then Suzanne can do it next week and then after that. ...  God,
I'm so weak!]

   Now Alan sat there only in his shirt, and with his mother only in her
panties.  Without saying anything more, she reached out with trembling
hands and touched his penis for the first time.

   She was panting heavily now, and so was he.  Her massive boobs heaved
like two rocking ships on a stormy ocean.  She just held his penis for a
minute, doing nothing more.  She tried to calm her breath, but it was
ragged and growing more ragged.  She felt light headed and wondered if she
would faint.  Then Alan thought he heard her mutter, "Remember: the penis.
The abstract penis." Mumbling that repeatedly seemed to calm her down some.
Finally, she began moving her fingers over his penis.  She began at the
base, and started pressing her thumb into it just as nurse Akami explained
to do.  She slowly attempted to cover every inch.  She calmed herself by
seriously attempting to do an abnormality check.

   Meanwhile, the other hand began working at the tip, slowly massaging it.
She got over the initial awkwardness, and both of them began to grow more
comfortable, especially once she found a rubbing rhythm.  Then she grew
bolder, and affirmed a decision in her mind.  She said to Alan, "The more
times you can achieve ejaculation at the hands of others, the better,
right? That's what the nurse says.  So I thought we could do double duty
here, just like she does."

   They continued in silence.  Alan had wanted to cum almost from the get
go, and his mother didn't pause or slow down when he was almost ready to
reach orgasm like Akami did.  In fact, she started to go faster and faster.
It didn't help either that her face was now so close in his lap that he
could feel her cool breath on the tip of his penis.

   "Mom, watch out - I can't hold on!" he said, but it was already too
late. "I'm going to do it!" he yelled.

   She looked up briefly in surprise, and then closed her eyes.  Alan began
shooting into her face.  Just like she saw Akami do, she then leaned back
and took some of it in the chest.  But Susan had the most curious facial
expression.  It reminded Alan of when a person goes out in the rain, but
instead of trying to avoid the water, they expose themselves to it, and
luxuriate in the feeling of raindrops hitting all over their body.  His
mother was doing exactly that, except with his cum instead of rain.  She
was loving it!

   He cried out a guttural moan, and so did she.  Finally he was spent of
his seed and came down from his erotic high.  His mother though took a
while to get over the experience.  She opened her eyes and just stared at
Alan in stunned silence for a minute or more.  Cum covered her face and
chest, mostly on the face.

   Finally she said, "Well, that's that.  I guess.  What a strange world we
live in, with mothers having to do this for their sons.  Are you okay,
Tiger?"

   "I'm more than okay, Mom.  You made me feel fantastic." The sight of his
cum-covered mother was such a turn on to him that he never really lost his
hardness.  He was ready to go again nearly instantly.

   Only then did she seem to notice all the cum on her skin.  "Oh my.  What
are we going to do with all of this sticky stuff?" she asked no one in
particular.  She looked at him with a face full of bliss, as if the cum all
over her was the greatest thing ever.  It seemed that she would just smile
and gaze into his eyes for eternity.  But then she began examining her
chest more closely, and running her fingers around the cum gobs.  "Would
you just look at me!" she said in a delighted tone.  "I'm a complete mess!
It's a good thing I took my shirt off."

   Some of his cum had landed on her lower lip.  She sucked it into her
mouth with her tongue.  She already knew his cum tasted great from a
surreptitious taste at Akami's appointment, but the fresh reminder fed her
hunger for more.  One of her hands found a particularly large gob of cum on
her chest, and scooped it up.  She put it on the tip of her finger, and
then sucked it into her mouth.  Alan suddenly imagined the finger was his
penis.  He was already hard again as it was, but the added sight of his cum
all over her tremendous boobs was almost too much for him to take.  The
added sight of her openly eating some of his cum pushed him even further.
He thought momentarily that he would faint, but he held his breath and the
feeling thankfully passed.

   Her boobs were so large and so perfect that her cum-covered chest was a
completely different sight to behold than Akami's with her regularly sized
boobs.  Susan's chest seemed to Alan like two mighty mountains with a deep
valley between them.  His cum couldn't keep their altitude on those
mountains, and they began streaming down into her valley, especially as
more fell down from her face.  It occurred to Alan that her cleavage would
be perfectly lubricated with his cum so he could slip his penis into that
valley and fuck her tits.

   "I have no idea what to do with all this stuff," she said to him.  "Is
this much ...  discharge ...  normal?  Maybe it's best if I just eat some
of it up or else it'll fall and stain the carpet." Her face turned red as
she said this, because she was aware it was a pretty thin excuse to do
something blatantly obscene.  But she loved the taste so much that she
couldn't do anything else but eat more of it.  Suzanne's constant hyping of
his cum as the nectar of the gods on the phone earlier in the day didn't
exactly help her resolve.  Susan soon began devoting her full attention to
finding cum gobs with her fingers and sucking them into her mouth.  She not
only put the cum into her mouth, she practically fucked her mouth with her
finger while she was doing it.  She was dreaming about sucking him off and
had a feeling that it wouldn't be many days until she had the real thing
inside her jaws and not just a finger.

   The sight was nearly too much for Alan to take, and he worried about
premature ejaculation.  [Dang!  What was that Akami said, the PC muscle? 
I'm really going to have to look that up if I don't want to embarrass
myself.] He had to close his eyes and concentrate on not cumming.

   Finally, she looked back at his crotch.  She was so fascinated by his
cum that she'd temporarily neglected his penis.  "Oh, but look at you. 
Goodness!  You're hard again.  I forgot to slow down, and got you off too
quickly.  I'm afraid I forgot to finish our examination.  We may just have
to do it all over again." She smiled a wicked smile after saying that. 
[What's happening to me?] she thought idly, as if she was on the outside of
her body looking in.  [Why am I acting like this, and why can't I stop?]

   "No, it's my fault!" Alan interjected.  "I just couldn't hold out. ...
You're just too damn sexy!  Mom, you're so beautiful.  You're too much. 
It's just amazing."

   "No, you're just saying that," she said dismissively, but secretly she
was more pleased by these compliments than she'd been by any other in
years. "And you must think your mother is weird, tasting your cum, but I
don't know what else to do with it.  I know that Suzanne usually swallows
it straight in, but I...  Is this okay?  Are you sure we should continue?"
There was anticipation in her voice.

   "Yeah, it's okay," he said.  "It's way more than okay." Susan gave a
great sigh of relief.

   CHAPTER 9

   "We'll have to do this at least once a week," Susan said excitedly as
she grabbed his penis.  "So I'm sure, that as we go on, we can become more
professional about it. ...  I must admit," she continued, as she resumed
stroking it, "I'm not very good at giving your member a...  massage.  Your
father was never really into that kind of thing so I've never even given a
blow job at all.  You must think your mother is no good, compared to
Suzanne.  I really want to be good at hand jobs and blow jobs, but I just
don't know what to do."

   "Mom, don't talk like that, or I'm going to lose it.  And slow down or
stop rubbing from time to time, if you want me to hold out longer." She
began going more slowly, which only delighted him even more.  He went on,
"As for Suzanne...  Um...  I'm sure you can be just as good as her.  It
just takes a little practice." It was a hard thing to think of an
encouraging answer to, especially while he was being stroked.  But he
seemed to say exactly the right thing.

   She had definitely found her cock-stroking rhythm, and pistoned up and
down ever more excitedly.  "Oh, yes, Tiger!  Practice!  We need more
practice!  A lot of practice.  A lot...  So much practice!" She said this
between heavy breaths as she reached a crescendo of excitement.  Once again
her chest heaved and bounced in ways that caused as much excitement for
Alan as what her hands were doing.

   She continued to perform her abnormality check with one hand and jack
him off with the other.  Both hands felt great to him.  Somehow he'd staved
off a close call with ejaculation and was holding out much better now.  She
was taking her time a bit more this time around as well, and her movements
were slower.  After a while she either finished the abnormality check or
ceased to bother with it, Alan's wasn't sure.  That enabled her to
concentrate all her energies on pleasing him.

   Time went forward like a blur.  Alan was hardly aware of who he was or
where he was.  Suddenly he came to, and found himself again shooting his
cum all over his mother's face and chest.  If she enjoyed it the first
time, she was in seventh heaven now.  "Yes!  Yes!  YES!" she cried at the
top of her lungs.  He saw her shaking wildly, and realized she must be
climaxing too.

   As his ropes began to end, she shook his penis more vigorously, coaxing
more out until it dripped and then stopped altogether.  Then she fell back
onto the floor.  "Look at all your cum, Tiger!" she finally said.  "You
just about covered me in cum!" The cum of his second orgasm was now added
to the first on her face and chest, minus all the gobs she had eaten.  She
was having no ordinary orgasm.  When she made love to her husband, she
hardly had any orgasms at all, but now she was having a whole series.  It
kept going long after she stopped touching Alan.  Her body still buckled
from the intensity of it all, like an animal that continued to twitch long
after it was dead.  She thought, [I had no idea that a person could feel
this good!]

   Her breathing finally began to calm, but her erotic mood only
heightened. She was like a drug addict who just had the world's greatest
high, and was now ready to do anything for more.  She took one hand and
began rubbing the cum into the skin of her chest.  "It feels soooo good!"
With her other hand she began rubbing her wet crotch through the thin
fabric of her panties.  Then she pushed her panties aside, and plunged her
fingers directly into her dripping pussy.  She knew masturbating in front
of Alan was extremely wrong and far outside the bounds of the abnormality
check, but she couldn't control herself.

   "Look at me, Tiger," she said again.  She actually wanted Alan to see
her get off.  "You cum sooooo much.  It's just too much.  What am I
supposed to do with all this cum?"

   Alan surprised himself by saying, "Why don't you just lick it all up,
Mom?"

   "Oh Tiger, that's so nasty!  You're just such a nasty, cum-filled boy."
She simply couldn't help her urges, and apologized profusely and sincerely
even as her hands ran out of control scooping up his jism.  "Oh no! 
Forgive me!  I'm so sorry Tiger; please don't look, but I just can't
control myself!  I'm too worked up!  So improper!  Oh my God!  So very...
Yes!" Soon she couldn't even keep on her search for cum as her body bucked
even more wildly.

   Alan ignored her feeble request to not look at her, because her eyes
told him a different story.  He had seen a lot of sexy things in the past
few weeks, but this was the most out of control sexy thing he'd ever seen:
the sight of his mother writhing on the floor with gobs of cum all over her
face and smeared all over her massive tits, while a hand plunged under her
panties into the depths of her pussy, and her legs bucked and kicked in the
air.  His penis was already hard as a diamond.  [This is insane!] he
thought.  [I'm sorry mom, but I have to fuck you right here and now!  I
don't care if this is called motherfucking or anything anymore.  You're
begging for it!  I'm going to give it to you!]

   He stood up.  His penis was pointing towards his mother and seemed to
have a will of its own.  It was honing in on her pussy as she writhed on
the floor.  He got down on his knees and began moving in and over her.  He
had a very depraved look in his eyes.

   She suddenly looked up at him, and seemed to quickly sober up.  "Tiger!
What do you think you're doing?" She could tell he was coming to fuck her
and realized she had to do something fast to stop him.

   She lunged forward as if she was attacking him.  Her mouth aimed for his
penis, and she took it into her mouth as he fell backwards towards the bed.
The gobs of cum on her flew in every direction.  Alan hit the floor with
his butt, and then his back hit the side of his parents' bed.  His mother
still had her mouth wrapped around his penis.  He was somewhat surprised
she had managed not to bite it as he fell.

   She placed her hands on his knees, and immediately began vigorously
sucking.  It was clear she was inexperienced in cocksucking, and at first
she repeatedly gagged.  But after a few minutes she learned not to try and
take so much in at once.  Alan grabbed her by her long hair, and yelled,
"Yes!  Yes!  Suck it!  Like that!  Keep sucking!"

   With one hand he reached down and tried to grasp her boobs, which were
now swinging wildly backwards and forwards.  But he was moving and so was
she, and he couldn't think, so all he managed were some rough gropes.

   Susan quickly learned that it was good to suck deep and then pull almost
all the way out, and repeat, in an imitation of fucking.  Normally this
would have set Alan off quickly, but since he had just cum twice in the
last half hour, he found that he could keep going and going.

   Susan's whole body began wildly bucking again as she was wracked by more
orgasms.  She pulled her mouth off of his penis and began jacking it off
instead.  She bounced up and down like a pogo stick.  She sat on her legs,
and slid one foot between her legs and tried to press her pussy down onto
it.  As she bounced, she was able to gain a small measure of satisfaction
using her heel to rub against her pussy.  Meanwhile, her hands flew back
and forth over his penis.  Both mother and son were beyond forming words,
and just screamed and moaned incoherently.  Finally, Alan began to shoot
his seed, and she rapidly put her mouth back over his penis, and prepared
to drink it all in.  But her inexperience showed again, and most of it
dribbled out of her mouth and down her cheeks and chin.

   Both of them finally fell to the floor.  Alan almost passed out on the
spot, he was so spent, but he managed to stay conscious.  He again looked
at his mother.  Now most of three loads had landed on her face and chest,
minus all the gobs she'd eaten.  She was rubbing his hot sperm all over her
face, working it into the skin.  Then she took her cum-soaked hands and
rubbed the rest of her body, writhing like an exotic dancer.  "Oh!" she
cried.  "Son!  My special son!  You've covered me!  Covered me in cum!  So
good!" Her body buckled and he wondered if she'd cum yet again.  But
eventually her hand movements became slower and slower, and finally stopped
altogether.

   They lay in silence for a few minutes.  The only sound was their heavy
breathing - it was as if both of them had just run a race.  The only
thought going through Alan's mind was how long would it take his penis to
recover its strength, so he could give his mother the proper fucking she so
richly deserved.  Looking at her boobs heave up and down with every heavy
breath, he figured it wouldn't be long before he was hard again and he
would be inside her.

   But then she spoke up.  She spoke calmly, if a bit raggedly.  "Alan, I
enjoyed that," - that was a gross understatement, they both knew - "but it
wasn't what I expected would happen here!  Remember.  You have to remember,
we have to have limits.  Just like you have with Suzanne.  If I didn't know
better, I thought for a moment there you were going to cross a limit.  We
can't have that, can we?" When he didn't answer, she answered for him. 
"No! We can't!"

   She sat up and looked at him.  Somehow her panties were still on, even
though they were completely soaked.  Both of them were drenched in sweat.
"Do you understand me?  Do you have the willpower to maintain limits?" She
seemed very serious.  Alan suddenly felt very abashed.  His passion was
rapidly abating in the wake of the change of mood, and he grappled with
hiding his true feelings.  "Yes, mom, I would never think of such a thing."
Neither would even state what that thing was, but both knew they were
talking about fucking.  Mother fucking.

   She was still worried.  "You weren't planning to..." She couldn't say
the words.

   "No mom, of course not.  Really.  I don't know what I was doing; I just
wanted more.  But not that.  Never!" His lies apparently convinced her.

   "Good." She was happy now.  "If you realize and respect your boundaries,
then there's no reason why we can't do this kind of thing more often.  You
have to remain detached, and remember that this is just a medical
procedure." Alan nearly laughed at that, but she appeared serious.  "But as
long as you have to ejaculate, there's no reason why we can't have some fun
in the process, right?  I know you and Suzanne have fun.  God, how I know
that.  But I don't want you to even think about crossing the line.  Do you
have that clear?  For instance, you shouldn't have groped at my breasts. 
Suzanne should have taught you that that is off limits.  Didn't she teach
you that?"

   "Yes, she did," he said, though he recalled that that particular
boundary and quite a few others were already being heavily violated.  But
he thought, [I still don't understand why I can't touch or kiss, even as
I'm getting my cock sucked!  Talk about strange rules.] But then he
remembered again that the whole point was his own ejaculation for the
medical treatment, and it made at least some sense to him.

   "Good," Susan said.  "That's a good dear.  Now let's get things cleaned
up here.  I'm sorry.  I went too far, and got you too excited.  I will, we
will, do better next time.  And look: it seems your mommy has made a mess
on the carpet.  A very big mess!"

   It had been years since she'd referred to herself as "Mommy" but some
part of her was still feeling very naughty and she liked how it sounded.

   The two of them started cleaning their mixed fluids that had spilled
onto the floor.  Slowly, their raging urges came under control, even though
Alan still only wore a shirt and Susan just her soaked panties.  Susan
grabbed herself at the crotch when Alan wasn't looking, and swished her
panties around.  Her sticky juices made lewd squishing sounds, but she
found it delightful.  She'd never been so wet in her life.  Alan got some
damp towels and began rubbing the carpet with them while Susan began
changing the bedspread, since a lot of his cum had dripped onto it.  They
even found bits of cum that had shot many feet across the room.

   After a while, Susan asked Alan in a much more subdued mood, "Tiger, do
you think that what we did was okay?  Are you sure that this is...  okay?"

   "Yeah, Mom.  We just have to maintain those boundaries.  Over time we'll
become more used to this, and with routine it will be easier to maintain
those limits." Alan fervently hoped that wasn't true, but didn't know what
else to say.

   "You're probably right, Tiger." She sighed, very serious.  "I wonder if
I'm being a good mom.  The way that you looked at me right before I sucked
you...  Tiger, you looked like a real Tiger!  You scared me!  Promise me
you won't ever do that again.  I don't know how strong my willpower can be.
I'm not as strong as Suzanne.  Promise me that you will be strong for me,
and that you will never, ever cross the lines I've set.  Do you promise,
with all of your heart?"

   Alan thought, and said, "Yes.  Of course I promise.  I would never want
to hurt you." He took this kind of promise very seriously.  He'd never
broken such promises to his mother.  But after all that had just happened
he wanted nothing more than to fuck her.  He wanted it even more than
fucking Suzanne.  He mentally searched for a loophole.  "But like
yesterday, you had me put suntan lotion on you, even though I'm not
supposed to touch you.  What if something like that happens?"

   "Of course, Tiger, in a situation like that, if I say it's okay, then
it's okay.  But don't do anything otherwise, okay?  Not even in your
thoughts, if you can help it."

   "Okay." He'd found his loophole.  [She's not saying that I can't go
further or even fuck her, but that she has to give permission first. 
That's only fair.  I'm not a bad person; I'm not a rapist.  I swear to
myself I'll never violate that rule and do something against her will.]
They finished cleaning up.

   The whole time they cleaned up, Susan was still wearing nothing but her
panties.  Alan grew increasingly distracted by her jiggling boobs the more
he recovered from the previous orgasm.  She seemed to take her sweet time
cleaning up, and purposely shook her rack as she rubbed the carpet with a
damp towel.

   As they finished up, Susan pulled her panties down a bit, and said,
"Look, they're still wet!" Alan drew close to ostensibly check out the
wetness of the panties, though many other sights on her body caught his
interest.  Sure enough, there was a large puddle of cum collected in her
panties that had leaked out of her pussy.  He took a deep whiff of her
musky pussy, and noted from mere inches away that it was still very
actively leaking.

   She bemoaned her soiled underwear.  "Oh dear.  So sorry for making this
mess, Alan; it was very improper of me.  I guess I'll have to go put these
in the washer." She looked at his crotch.  He still was only wearing a
T-shirt, and he was having to keep a hand on his lower abdomen to keep a
newly raging hard-on pushed up under his shirt towards his stomach.  She
added as she pointed between his legs, "That is, unless you need some more
help down there."

   Alan realized with a start that her cleaning in the nude and the display
of her panties was a calculated ploy to get him hard and ready again.  But
he was tired; so tired that he was afraid of a complete collapse.  "Thanks
mom, I'd love that, but I gotta take a nap first.  We should do that first
thing when I wake up."

   She hugged him and tenderly kissed the top of his head.  As she'd
recently grown so fond of doing, she delighted in rubbing her hard nipples
in circles around his chest.  Again he felt the desire to throw caution to
the wind and kiss her and grope her wildly, but she said, "Thank you for
your willpower, my big strong son.  Mommy loves her Tiger so much." She
kissed the top of his head again, and held him some more, but this time
with more of a tender hug than an overwhelming erotic assault hug.

   Alan retired to his bed and his mother went to presumably change her
clothing.  He immediately fell into a deep, deep sleep.

   CHAPTER 10

   When Alan woke up, in a flash he remembered everything that had just
happened between him and his mother.  His tool instantly became erect, and
he was overcome with extreme horniness.  He had to have another climax
without any further ado.  He began rubbing his penis underneath the sheets
of his bed.

   He heard the word, "Tiger," and imagined it was his own imagination, a
fantasy of his mother calling for him out loud as he fucked her.  But then
he heard it again, and realized it was actually coming from somewhere else
in his room.  He opened his eyes in shock and fear, and looked around.

   There was his mother, sitting on a chair right next to his bed.  She was
smiling at him patiently.  She'd apparently taken a shower, because she
looked clean and smelled fresh.  She wore an oversized T-shirt that was
literally only the thinnest pretext of wearing any clothes at all.  She
wasn't wearing shorts but she did have panties on.  Alan could see her dark
and hard nipples clearly though the white shirt.  His fear dissolved into
lust as he saw how horny she was.

   "Tiger," she said jokingly, "You did say you needed help as soon as you
woke up." His mind boggled as he struggled to wake.

   "Tiger," she said again in a more somber tone, "were you serious, what
you said about maintaining self-control?  Were you serious about your
promise?"

   "Of course, Mom.  I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it."

   "Well, then, why are you doing that to yourself?  Don't you think it
would be better if I helped you out instead of having you do it yourself?"

   She smiled, and he did too.  She pulled his sheets back, and his penis
sprung up into the air.  "Mom, I would love it so much if you did it for
me."

   She pulled the T-shirt off of her head, which set her knockers jiggling.
She knelt at the edge of his bed.  "Scoot over," she commanded.  "I think I
need more practice with my blow jobs.  Practice is important.  We may just
have to do this every day from now on."

   He rolled his body over to the edge of the bed.  She took his penis in
her hand, and caressed it gently.  Then she placed it against the side of
her face and caressed it some more between her hand and her cheek.  "I'm so
lucky to have a wonderful son with such a lovely penis.  Suzanne is so
right.  It's so good.  Actually, I should call it what it is: a cock.  I
love how nasty that sounds.  Such a big cock!  And your cum is so yummy!  I
think your energy problem is the best thing that ever happened in the
Plummer household, don't you?"

   "Mmmm-hmm," he replied languidly.  "And I'm lucky to have the hottest,
most beautiful mother in all of California.  All of the world, probably! 
And I'm really lucky we've found a way to do this without fu-...  Uh,
without going to far."

   "That you are.  But what about Suzanne?  Don't you think she's hot too?
I think she is.  And isn't she just as helpful?  I get hot just thinking
about her sucking your tasty cock.  It's almost as good as doing it myself.
It just makes me so happy knowing that your cock is getting sucked by
someone.  I think it needs to be sucked and stroked a lot, you know, for
your treatment," - as she said this she suddenly remembered there was a
medical excuse behind all this - "and I can't always be there for you."

   "Yes!" Having his mother approve of him and Suzanne turned him on even
more.  "I have the help of the two hottest women in the world!"

   "Tiger, I would love to hear you say more nice things, but instead of
talking, I'd rather suck your cock again.  So help me God." She wrapped her
mouth around his penis, and began slurping.

   He arched his back backwards and his mind reeled.  [She's talking so
sexily!  Who is this vixen and what did she do with my conservative mom?]

   She abruptly stopped, just as Alan was hitting an erotic high.  She
asked him, "Since you promise to be so good, I don't need to wear panties,
do I?  I feel so embarrassed to say this, but I'd like to, to...  put my
hands down there." She didn't want to ask him that, or take her panties
off, but she had to follow her urges.

   He answered, "I promise I'll be good, and you know I keep my promises."
She got up and quickly removed her last, already very wet item of clothing,
then rapidly returned to cocksucking.

   Alan held out a long time before cumming.  This time she got most of it
in her mouth.  Her sexual skills were improving by the minute, as were his.
Both were also feeling much more relaxed.

   After they were done, neither had the strength for another go round. 
They were still exhausted from all the times before.

   Susan said, "You see?  That's more like it.  Instead of getting carried
away, we had a nice little cocksucking.  You behaved like a perfect
gentleman and didn't try to touch me.  We didn't even make a mess, because
I took it all in my mouth!" She began putting her T-shirt on over her head.
"I should be honest - I want to help you much more than just once a week.
Any time you want that again, come to Suzanne or me with your tasty,
cum-filled cock.  Especially me," she giggled.  "I'm sure there's enough of
you to go around.  We're your personal little cocksuckers now.  Do you like
that?  Do you like the idea of having your own cocksuckers at your beck and
call, even if one is your mother?"

   "Mom, you're going to get me all horny again!" [God DAMN!  I'm already
starting to regret my promise not to take her and give her a good fucking.
And look at that cum dribble on her chin.  I think she likes to keep it
there.  Weird.]

   "Oh no!" she said in mock fear.  "Then I'll just have to please you
again.  You're going to make me suck your cock." She spat out the word
"cock" in a really nasty and sexy way that Alan didn't even imagine she was
capable of.  "But I think should go call nurse Akami and tell her that your
penis abnormality check has gone well.  Although..." she ran her fingers
through his hair.  "I'm not completely sure.  Maybe we need to do some more
checking tonight.  I think the only way to definitely be sure it doesn't
have an irregular shape is to repeatedly test its size with my mouth every
few hours." His penis grew hard again in reaction to her eagerness, and she
began fingering it as it grew.

   "MoooOOOooom!  You've going to give me a case of the blue balls.  If I
do it again, I'm really gonna regret it later."

   "Oh, poo," she pouted.  Then, brightening up, she said, "Take another
rest.  When you're ready again, come and find me, okay?  Tomorrow can be
Suzanne's day, but we're all alone, so today is our day.  It's a good time
to take advantage of your mommy and her cock-hungry mouth.  She's so hungry
for it!  It's a good thing they'll be gone for a while, don't you think? 
To think that I thought this would just take a short time - shows what I
know." She got up and put the thin pretense of a T-shirt back on yet again.
It just barely failed to come down low enough to cover the bottom of her
pussy.

   "Since no one else is going to be home until dinnertime, I'm going to go
work around the house dressed in something especially sexy.  I know I said
you're not supposed to touch me, but if you're ready to be stimulated and
want to get my attention, you have my permission to feel me up on my butt."
She wiggled her butt a little, which also was only half covered by the
nearly see-through T-shirt.  Then she swished her ass out of the room and
went to take another shower.

   CHAPTER 11

   Susan worked on the dishes in the kitchen.  She did the work
unthinkingly while she daydreamed about sucking Alan's penis even more. 
Now that the dam had broken, she was insatiable.  She was riding an erotic
buzz that completely overrode any second thoughts she would have otherwise
had about all that just happened.  She was confident that it wouldn't be
long before she felt Alan's hands on her ass, and then soon his penis in
her mouth.  She wasn't proven wrong.

   About half an hour later, he found her in front of the sink, and crept
up to her silently.  He put his hands up near the skin of her ass so
lightly that at first she wasn't even sure if she was being touched.  She
just felt the tiny hairs covering her ass tingle.  She kept perfectly
still, to make it easier for him to continue.  "Is there someone there?"
she asked innocently.  "I could almost sense there's someone in the house,"
she said as if to no one in particular.  "Someone who wants to touch me in
very private places.  But I must be wrong, as I'm here all alone."

   Alan began grabbing her ass more firmly.  He lovingly ran his hands over
her cheeks and then sent a hand exploring down into her crack, which Susan
had just cleaned very thoroughly in a shower not ten minutes before in
hopeful anticipation of him exploring it.  About the only things she'd
gotten clean in her twenty minute shower were her ass, pussy, and tits as
she masturbated herself into a frenzy.  She thought, [I've probably had
more orgasms today than in the past ten years combined!  And most of those
were in the past week or two.  Hell.  Most of them were from today!  I
never knew what it meant to really live!]

   Alan flipped her skirt up a bit, so that her ass was completely exposed.
She said, "If I didn't know better, I would think that someone was running
their hands over my ass, but that can't be...." His hands continued to move
all over it.  "I must be dreaming, because it seems to be the hands of a
young man.  A young man who knows better than to put his hands anywhere
else, including my special place.  He knows the meaning of boundaries, and
also knows not to kiss my butt, or stick his finger into any holes." At
first Alan thought she was encouraging him to do more, but then he realized
she was making the limits to their game clear.

   She went on, "However, if this ghost is interested in assholes, and he
likes to have things stuck into his hole, there's a nurse who taught me a
special trick.  She's a naughty nurse, and she's made me so very naughty! I
think she needs a spanking next time I see her!"

   Susan turned around and dropped to her knees.  She still didn't
acknowledge his presence by looking him in the eyes, but she was surprised
to see that Alan wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing below his T-shirt. 
The boy so shy with women only a few days ago was rapidly developing
courage.  Alan by contrast was very frustrated that she too was wearing a
shirt.

   "Oh my, what do we have here?" she cried with a high voice like a
delighted little girl.  "It looks like a penis, but we know that can't be,
since I'm all alone.  Since this is the kitchen, it must be a Popsicle.  I
think I'll give it a good suck!"

   She began slowly, gently, sucking his staff.  But after only a few
seconds, she stopped, stood up, and went to the sink.  She grabbed the
dishwashing liquid, and covered one of her fingers in it.  Then she got
back down on her knees.  "I wonder what's in this hole." She poked the
finger covered with dishwashing liquid into his anus.  It slid in nice and
easily.  "This is the little trick I saw Akami do.  It looked like Alan
enjoyed it very much.  She taught me that if someone sees an empty hole,
the first thing one should do is stick something in it."

   She began sucking his penis again, as one of her hands clutched his butt
cheek and the index finger of the other hand plunged in and out of his
asshole.  Alan, again, was in total ecstasy.  He could never have imagined
that a human being could ever feel so good.  She sucked in nearly all his
cum as he came, and the little that she missed she eagerly gobbled up.  She
licked his penis clean.

   When they were all done, she collapsed on top of him.  She pressed her
firm, thinly covered tits into his chest.  Her mouth was so close to his
that he thought for sure she would kiss him, but she held back.  "Now
remember, you're not allowed to feel Mommy's big naked hooters.  But since
I'm still wearing a shirt, then technically it's okay to touch the shirt."

   He reached up under her shirt with his hands and began kneading the
edges of her naked breasts, even though most of them were too squished into
his chest.  "Then is this okay too?"

   "I think I hear a voice!" she joked, still pretending that she was
alone. "Is someone trying to cop a feel of their mommy's tits?" She let
Alan play with her jugs for a few more moments before saying, "No, that's
not okay.  Show me your self control and take you hands away." He
reluctantly did so.  She still was afraid of things going too far.  "That's
a good boy.  As long as we can retain self-control, then there's no reason
why we can't have fun every day.  Now go take a shower, and get dressed for
dinner."

   [Shit,] Alan thought, [I blew a chance to fondle her tits by trying to
bend the rules.  She's teasing me so much with those things, practically
rubbed my whole body with them, but I still haven't been able to really get
my hands on them.]

   He still didn't get up - he couldn't bear leaving such a heavenly body,
and in any case she was still on top of him.  "Such a naughty boy," she
chided playfully, as she reached behind him and slapped his butt.  "I told
you to get up already." Her hand stayed on his butt and kneaded a buttock.
"What if Amy and Katherine came home from shopping early?  What if they
walked in and saw us here on the floor in the kitchen?  What would they
think if they saw that Alan's penis was lying on Mommy's leg, only inches
from her vagina?  What would you do?"

   Alan was feeling even more turned on.  "What would I do?  I wouldn't
want there to be any misunderstandings.  I might just have to show them
what exactly it was that we were doing, firsthand!  First I'd show
Katherine.  Then I'd show Amy.  Then maybe I'd show you again, just to make
everything clear.  You know, rubbing butts." He began rubbing his hands on
her butt again even as she fondled his more vigorously, now with both
hands. "I'd fondle everyone's butts until they were moaning too much to
complain."

   "Alan, you're such a bad boy!  Thinking such dirty thoughts.  You know
you can't do that to your sister.  Even if you do it to your mommy!" She
squealed with uncontrolled delight at that thought.  "And just what,
buster, do you think you're doing with your hands?  We have rules, you
know!" But she didn't push his hands away - her resistance to the rules was
already crumbling.

   "You said that I could touch your butt to get your attention when I'm
horny.  I'm horny again!"

   "I think you already have my full attention, Tiger.  Looks like I'm
getting yours as well." She laughed a laugh of pure joy as she put her
finger back into his anus.  He was loving it, but his penis still didn't
revive.  She nonetheless grabbed his penis with her other hand and played
with it.  "I love it even when it's down for the count," she said.  "I'm
just so hungry for cock!" In a sadder voice, she bemoaned, "All those
wasted years.  It's like the scales have fallen from my eyes and I see what
a prudish fool I've been."

   But more excitedly, she continued as she sawed his asshole, "But that's
okay.  You'll just have to punish your mommy for her foolishness by
stuffing your cock in her mouth and forcing her to suck on it.  Over and
over." Her frustration at his continued flaccid state was palpable.  "Now,
unless you want to force your mother to suck your cock yet again, get out
of here, and take that shower." She slapped him on the butt.

   "We wouldn't want that to happen," he said with sarcastic delight.  He
got up and started to walk away.  He knew he could make his penis rise
again if he let it.  There certainly was no shortage of mental or visual
stimulation.  The only reason he didn't take her up on her offer right then
was because he could tell he was on the verge of making his penis, very,
very sore.

   "Hey!  Don't worry!" she yelled frantically, thinking she'd scared him
off.  "Where are you going?  Don't listen to me!  I didn't really mean that
you should take a shower.  I told them not to come home until after 6:00.
That's an hour from now." She looked at him with pleading eyes.  "Can't we
play some more?  Don't you want to play with me?"

   "Mother, my penis can't take any more.  Seriously." Then, he said in a
more joking tone, "On the other hand, my penis feels very irregular.  In
fact, it suddenly feels to have a very abnormal shape.  I think to be on
the safe side, you'd better perform another check or two after dinner."

   She smiled along with him.  "I think that can be arranged.  Better safe
than sorry!  Oh, poo.  I'll just have to wait, and we can play later."

   CHAPTER 12

   Alan was so exhausted from all the excitement and all the cocksucking
that he fell asleep again after his shower and didn't wake up until dinner.
He and his mother had a surprisingly uneventful dinner that evening with
Katherine, given what all that had happened that afternoon.  The only
reason Katherine might have thought something was up was because both of
them behaved so completely ordinarily, without any hints of any sexuality
at all.  In the past few days, dinner had become an occasion for sexual
teasing.  Usually it was just Susan, Alan, and Katherine for dinner, since
Suzanne and Amy almost always ate back at their house.

   Typically in the past week or so, Alan, his sister, and his mother would
sit together and eat dinner, with both women wearing provocative clothing
without any underwear.  For instance, several nights earlier, Katherine
came to dinner wearing some kind of exercise outfit cut like a one-piece
bathing suit.  But unlike most outfits of that type, he could see her
nipples and bush faintly through the fabric.  Susan though couldn't
complain.  She claimed that all of her clothing was being washed or dried,
and came to dinner wearing nothing but underwear.  The excuse was blatantly
absurd as there was no way all of Susan's clothes could have fit in even
several washing loads.  But he didn't complain either.  Her bra showed her
nipples even more clearly than Katherine's outfit did.

   It was clear at that particular dinner that both of them were horny. 
Both of them liked to get up and get Alan things at the slightest pretext.
This was just an excuse to walk around and strut their bodies.

   But at these dinners, especially in the past couple of days, Alan saw
much more than just scantily clad women walking around.  Susan and
Katherine took the opportunity to blatantly tease Alan whenever they
thought the other one wasn't looking (or sometimes even if they were).  For
instance, if Susan got up to get another dish of food, Katherine might take
the chance to pick up a phallic-shaped piece of food, like a carrot, and
eat it in a seductive way.  Or Susan might cup one of her breasts and start
absent-mindedly rubbing it while she carried on an ordinary discussion,
acting as if she was just scratching an ordinary itch.  She figured that
after all it was all for the greater good of helping Alan reach his six
times a day target.

   But that vibe wasn't there that evening.  Katherine therefore restrained
herself, too.  In fact, things were abnormally normal as Susan and Alan
tried to behave like model citizens.  Katherine was puzzled but didn't ask
about it.  After dinner, all three of them watched an action movie, and
Suzanne and Amy joined them as well.  Alan figured that there was no way he
could concentrate on his homework anyways, so a mindless movie might
distract him for a while.

   Before the movie started, Susan grabbed Suzanne by the arm and took her
into a study near the kitchen where they could speak alone.  In hushed
tones, she said excitedly to Suzanne, "You're so right!  Giving Alan a blow
job - it's so good!"

   "You didn't!" Suzanne said.  She was shocked that what was happening was
really real, but on the other hand, given the weeks of build up, she wasn't
shocked at all.

   "I did!  Three times!  And two hand jobs before that.  I jacked him off,
and then I blew him." Susan said this is a way that clearly showed she was
delighted to be using such "filthy" language.  "I gave his penis such a
thorough abnormality check that I should get some kind of medal.  And this
movie's a good idea to give his penis a rest, but when it's done, I'm gonna
do it again.  Or should I say, do him again." She giggled.

   "Susan!" Suzanne wondered if her plan was working a little too well. 
Suzanne was trying to turn Susan into a partner in crime, so to speak.  But
she didn't want the mother and son to get so into it that there would be no
room for her.

   As if reading some of Suzanne's thoughts, Susan replied, "Oh, don't
worry.  There will be plenty of penis to suck for both of us.  Thank you so
very much!  You're such a good friend - I had no idea what I was missing.
Now let's go back to the movie."

   Susan had a wild look in her eye, but suddenly her countenance totally
changed back to a typical suburban soccer mom.  The only difference was she
had a very satisfied smile that she couldn't erase from her face.  Suzanne
could barely believe what she'd just heard her friend say, the woman who'd
been so prim and proper all these years.  It made her heart beat with
excitement.  But outwardly she acted nonchalant about it.  They went back
to the living room for the movie.

   Alan was so lost in thought that he had only the vague idea what the
movie was.  When the movie ended, Susan and Alan acted very blas� and cool
until Suzanne and Amy left, and Katherine went to bed.

   Then Susan crept into Alan's room, and the two quietly frolicked about
the room, jumping about in excitement and holding hands like little
children.  Alan got another erotic hug.  Then Susan stripped naked and
proceeded to give him a lengthy blow job.  She devoured all of his tasty
cum as if she'd been fasting for a week.  Alan imagined her stomach filling
up with a lake of his sperm.  She also came buckets of her own and openly
pleasured herself at the same time.  The whole time they tried to be quiet
as mice, since Katherine's room was nearly directly across the hallway, and
Susan didn't want Katherine to know what she was doing.  The secrecy and
danger of getting caught made it that much more fun.

   After Alan came, he suddenly felt very sleepy.  All the sexual fun had
tired him out, since after all he had an energy problem.  He sat on his bed
and his mother sat on his lap, caressing his chest and waiting for him to
get hard again.  She thought to herself that Suzanne had been right;
cocksucking really did strengthen the mother-son bond.  Alan meanwhile
realized that if he could just get hard, his penis would poke up right at
her pussy resting above his legs.  But he'd truly reached his limit.  This
last blow job, he'd hardly cum at all, and he wondered if his body was just
plain running out of cum.

   "Mom, I'm really tired and can't do any more.  But can we do this some
more tomorrow?"

   "Can we?  Of course, Tiger.  Never fear.  I promise I'll suck and stroke
your cock every day from now on, if you want me to.  Do you want me to?"

   "You know the answer.  Yes!  Do you really promise?  I love you so much,
Mom.  So much."

   "Oh, Alan, I love you too!  Of course I'll help you.  This is so great.
You've been so wonderful." She leaned in to his face and kissed him on the
cheeks, nose, and forehead.  He was nearly overwhelmed by the closeness and
the smell of her upon him.  He kissed her back.

   But so far their mouths had not touched.  "Mom, is it okay if I kiss you
on the mouth?"

   She looked at him and considered the idea.  He could see she was
severely tempted, but she said, "No.  Please don't.  We can't get romantic.
Suzanne is right about that.  She's right about everything.  What a great
friend." She pulled back and stood up.  She smiled at him and said, "We'll
be seeing you tomorrow morning.  I hope you can rise to the occasion, if
you know what I mean." She blew him a kiss and walked out of his room,
wearing nothing but another soaked pair of panties that she'd just put back
on.

   Alan mentally kicked himself.  [Damn.  I keep screwing up.  I was too
grabby with her tits earlier, and now I was too timid.  I should have just
kissed her on the lips instead of asking.  But still, what a day.  What a
fucking amazing day!] Alan never used curse words before, but didn't have a
problem with them now.

   CHAPTER 13 (Wednesday, Oct.  17)

   When Alan woke up the next morning he found his mother's mouth already
wrapped around his penis.  "I've come up with a new design for an alarm
clock," she whispered in the darkness.  "Do you like it?  I call it the
'cock hungry mother.'" She'd kicked the sheets completely off of the bed.
She lay on top of his lower half, and her whole body went up and down over
him as if she was doing push ups on top of him.  Again she was topless, and
at every downstroke where she nearly swallowed all of his penis, her tits
pushed down onto the tops of his legs.  Halfway through her
tongue-vacuuming of his crotch, they heard Katherine open her door across
the hall and walk a few feet down the hallway and into the bathroom, but
that didn't even slow down Susan's not-so-quiet tonguing.

   Alan thought to himself, [Dang.  Now that she's started, it seems she
literally can't get enough of my penis!  Not that I'm complaining, but
who'd have figured my mother to act like this?  Damn!  Fuck yeah!  Every
morning, to wake up like this.  I'm in heaven.  Heaven!]

   She got up and put her robe back on.  "Let's hurry up and eat breakfast,
so we'll have time to play some more before you go to school.  I think you
know what I mean by playing." She licked her lips seductively, her tongue
making a complete circle around her mouth.  She went out his door, looking
both ways down the hall to make sure Katherine didn't catch her.

   Susan and Katherine both wore robes again for breakfast, and again they
had considerable "difficulty" keeping them closed.  Susan in particular was
way more uninhibited than she'd been the morning before, which wasn't
surprising given all that had happened since then.  She sat in the chair
next to Alan, slouching down in it so her ass hung nearly off the edge of
the seat.  That allowed her to open her knees and present him her thick
bush to him as if on a silver platter.  As Alan finished his breakfast, she
teased him in a husky voice, "Is there anything else you'd like to eat?"

   "No, I'm good for now," he managed to croak out in an unsteady voice,
staring at her hair pie.

   "That's too bad." She smiled, reached out and began blatantly stroking
his penis through his shorts.  "You know, a growing boy like you has a big
appetite.  You've been growing a lot lately - growing hard!"

   Katherine was in complete shock.  She'd expected another morning of
teasing like yesterday's, but clearly something had happened between mother
and son in the meantime, and she didn't know what.  Susan for her part knew
she shouldn't be touching his crotch with Katherine right there, but she
simply couldn't resist.

   Susan squeezed the tip of his penis through the fabric as she said this,
and he nearly came right then in his pants like he did yesterday morning.
Katherine couldn't see her mother's hand on her brother's prick because the
table was in the way, but from the way Susan leaned forward, swaying her
jiggling boobs, and the way Susan's arm moved, she knew full well what was
happening.  In fact, she found herself strangely turned on just from the
sight of her turned on mother, something that had been happening a lot in
the last couple of days.  Susan's robe was now mostly on her chair and on
the floor.

   Susan would have loved to suck Alan off then and there if it hadn't been
for Katherine sitting nearby.  She asked, irritated, "Angel, don't you have
to take a shower or something?"

   Katherine herself was irritated at her mother.  "I do, but I don't
appreciate getting kicked out of the kitchen.  What's gotten into you? 
You're acting so strange.  I can see what you're doing, you know.  Did
something happen between you and Alan last night?"

   Susan sighed in fond remembrance.  "Yes.  Something happened all of
yesterday, in fact.  I decided that it's best that I personally take care
of Alan's masturbation problem." She still had her hand on Alan's bulge,
and gave it another squeeze.  "Oh yes!  I'm helping him out in a very
direct way." She was tempted even more to start stroking him right there,
but restrained herself because of Katherine, and continued to merely hold
the bulge.  Even just holding it, she found herself rhythmically squeezing
it through the shorts.

   "Brother, what is Mom talking about?" Katherine asked with great
concern.

   "Mom is helping me out just like Suzanne is, now.  Her mouth, her hands.
Everything.  It's so great!" He closed his eyes and exulted in his glorious
memories from yesterday.

   Susan also closed her eyes in ecstasy.  "Oh yes, Angel.  Your mother is
sucking your brother's, er, member.  And she loves it!" Katherine cried,
"MoooOOOooom!  How could you?  How could you?" Katherine wasn't upset about
the incestuous aspect - far from it.  Instead, she thought, [If Mom is
giving Alan hand jobs and blow jobs now, he's not gonna pay any attention
to me any more.  I'm sitting here with my tits hanging out of this robe,
and he hardly notices!  What the hell am I going to do?  If I get naked and
he doesn't notice me, what more can I do?]

   Susan had nothing to say in response, but just stared at Alan's crotch
like a crazed and starving animal.  She was tired of having to stroke
through his shorts and began unzipping his fly.  Alan saw trouble brewing
between his mother and sister, so he said, "I'm going to take a shower now.
That'll give us all time to calm down a little bit." He got up and left.

   Susan somewhat came to after Alan walked away.  Her hands were trembling
again, and she felt suddenly ashamed in front of her daughter.  She bowed
her head so she wouldn't have to look Katherine in the eye, and went to the
kitchen to fix herself a cup of coffee.  She said from the other room,
"Angel, please forgive my behavior.  I don't know what's gotten into me. 
When I get close to him, I...  I can't explain it.  But if you only knew
how good it feels!"

   Katherine still seethed at her mother, but she mostly held her tongue,
merely saying, "Don't 'Angel' me!  I'm going to go take my shower too." But
right as she walked up the stairs and out of earshot, she added, "If it
feels so good, maybe I should try it out too." That doubled Susan's guilt.
She nearly felt like crying.  [I'm corrupting my whole family.  I'm so
awful!] But there was still an erotic buzz running through her that stopped
her from fully giving in to her guilty feelings.

   The Plummer house had two bathrooms with showers.  One came off of
Susan's master bedroom, and the other was across from Alan's room and next
to Katherine's room.  Both the kids normally used that one, but when they
both had to rush to school, one of them, usually Katherine, sometimes was
forced to use Susan's shower.

   So that's what Susan assumed when Katherine said she had to shower.  But
Katherine went to her room, and took off her robe and the hair band on her
head.  She planned to get naked in the same shower as Alan and at least
temporarily lure him away from Susan.  At the last minute she threw on a
shirt in case she was seen coming or going in the hallway, then knocked on
the door of the bathroom Alan was in.

   "Hey, Big Brother, I'm coming in," she said before he could respond to
the knock, and closed the door behind her.

   Alan was in the middle of trying to quickly masturbate himself in the
ten minutes or so he had to shower.  But he'd only just started on his
penis when his sister came in.

   "Sis, is that you?  What are you doing in here?" he said anxiously.  She
peered through the opaque shower curtain, but then boldly drew it back, and
got her first full view of his naked butt.

   Alan turned his head around, his hand still on his hard shaft, and
looked at his sister.  She was wearing nothing but a long sleeved white
shirt she was planning on wearing to school.  Alan could see by the way it
was unbuttoned that she was wearing nothing underneath.

   At first she didn't respond to his question, but she finally said, "I
have to take a shower.  Mind if I join you?"

   "Whoa!" Alan exclaimed.  He rotated his upper torso towards her and in
so doing accidentally turned the shower nozzle he was holding in his other
hand towards him as well.  Before he knew what was happening, he covered
almost all of her with water from the showerhead.  "Katherine, what are you
thinking?  You're my sister!"

   "Oh Alan," Katherine said with delight and in a sensual tone of voice,
"you're making me all wet!" She was even more delighted when she looked
down at herself and saw how transparent the water had made her shirt.  Now
Alan could see all of her hairy pussy quite clearly, and not just the part
visible in the crack between the flaps of the shirt.

   "Don't say that!" he protested.

   "But isn't it true?  That you've made me wet?  You don't know how true
that is, Big Brother, how you're making me wet lately.  But everybody's
having fun with you but me.  You say I'm your sister, but what about you
and Mom?  That relationship doesn't seem to be slowing you two down." Then,
acting coy, she placed her hands over a bit of her boobs, making sure not
to cover her nipples, and asked, "You're not looking at my naked body, are
you?"

   "Um, no...  Well yes..." Alan was so nervous that he accidentally turned
and hit his sister with more water.  He put the shower nozzle back on its
hook and finally took his hand off of his penis.  Then he saw how lewdly
his rod poked out towards his sister, and he immediately covered it up with
both hands.  "Um, never mind about me.  You're not supposed to be here! 
What about the other shower?!?"

   "I like this one better," Katherine said, and she lifted up a leg and
placed it on the edge of the bathtub that Alan was in.  The unbuttoned
shirt opened wide as her hips spread, and Alan got a completely unimpeded
view of her bush.  "Mom left you hanging there at breakfast.  You want me
to finish what she started and make you feel all better?"

   "Wait!  Wait!" Alan exclaimed in a quiet but insistent voice.  "You
can't come in any closer!  What about Mom?  She'll totally know!"

   She placed one foot fully into the bathtub and put a hand on his hip. 
"Not if we're quiet.  Or, what if you just let me watch what you're doing,
from here?"

   "But if she comes down the hallway to check on us, she'll be expecting
to hear the sound of two showers running.  It's too risky!"

   "Damn.  I hadn't thought of that.  Okay, Bro, I'll go, if you promise
that we can finish what we started here later."

   "Katherine, do you realize what that means?  Brothers and sisters aren't
supposed to..."

   She interrupted him.  "Hey, I'm just trying to help out your medical
condition.  How can you say that after what you've been doing with Mom?  I
just want to help like Susan and Suzanne are helping.  Do you want some
doctor approved stimulation from me or what?"

   "Okay.  Shit.  How can I say no when you look like that?"

   "Alright, I'll go now.  But think of me when you do your thing." She
grabbed a big towel, wrapped it around her, and returned to her room to dry
off.

   CHAPTER 14

   Alan redoubled his actions on his penis.  But less than two minutes
later, right as he was about to shoot his seed, he heard another knock. 
His mother yelled through the door, "Alan, come out of there this instant!
You're running late!"

   "But I just got in," he protested, but it was no good.  The sudden fear
of getting caught caused him to lose his momentum.  He stepped back out of
the shower, even though he hadn't even touched a bar of soap or the
shampoo. [What a close call to getting caught that was!] he realized. 
[What if she'd come by when Katherine was in here?  She might be furious
like a jealous lover.] He turned off the water and spent a minute or two
trying to dry up the puddles of water he'd left on the bathroom floor and
even the sink and mirror when he'd let the shower nozzle spray everywhere.

   In actual fact, Alan wasn't running late and could have stayed in the
shower another five minutes, but Susan wanted another taste of his penis
before he left for school.  She figured that if he was masturbating in the
shower, he was needlessly wasting his seed down the shower drain, seed that
belonged in her mouth.  Knowing that her children didn't wear watches, she
cleverly moved the clock in the kitchen forward ten minutes, so in a couple
of minutes both kids rushed to the front door and made to leave.  Right as
they were about to step out and ride bikes to school together, Susan held
her son back by asking, "Tiger, I just remembered something.  Can you help
me with a quick errand?"

   "Sure.  See you later, Sis!" Katherine walked out to the garage and
grabbed her bike.  She was suspicious about the "errand" but had to leave.
Staring from the front window, Susan patiently watched her daughter bike
away.  The instant the bike was out of sight, Susan completely undid the
sash on her robe and let it fall to the floor.  She turned her nude body
towards Alan.

   "What's the errand, Mom?" Alan asked as he struggled to look up and into
her face.  "What are you looking at out there?"

   "Oh, the errand is real easy," she said with a big smile.  "All you have
to do is pull down your shorts and I'll take care of the rest." She kneeled
down, and began attacking the zipper on his shorts with a passion.  His
seemingly always erect penis sprung out and she gaped in new wonder at the
size of it.  She wrapped her hands around it like her life depended on it.
She panted, and thought, [Oh God.  Oh God.  It's gonna go in my mouth!  I
can't wait!]

   "Mom!" he cried.  "What are you thinking?  School starts in less than
ten minutes!"

   "Give me five, and I'll drive you there in another five," she said. 
"Mmm.  It looks soooo good!" It normally took ten minutes of biking or less
than five of driving to reach the school.  Hearing no protest, she added,
"We shouldn't make this a regular habit, but I'm feeling suddenly concerned
that maybe your penis developed a very abnormal shape overnight, and I
didn't check it properly when I woke you up this morning." They both
laughed.

   Susan ended up using the extra ten minutes she'd given herself by moving
the clock to play with Alan's penis.  Then she kept on rubbing and sucking
for another five, making him late.  The only reason he didn't stay longer
was because he finally gave up his load down her throat.

   She asked him as she fondled her tits provocatively while still on her
knees below him, "Are you sure you need a ride to school?  Or would you
rather call in sick?  I think that would be best.  Your penis is very ill,
and I'm going to have to give it a lot of close personal care all day long.
With my mouth, of course!  Let me stick it in again and rub my tongue all
over your lovely thing!"

   "You know I'd love that mom, but I really have to go.  I've got a big
test in second period that I shouldn't miss, for one thing.  But I wouldn't
care about that except I wouldn't be much fun anyways.  My penis needs a
big break.  It feels so good but it hurts so bad right now.  But I'll count
the minutes until I get back."

   "I will too, Tiger!  I will too!  By the way, who's your favorite
cocksucker now, my darling boy?"

   Alan put on a thoughtful expression, as if weighing the plusses and
minuses of Susan and Suzanne's techniques.

   Susan stopped him.  "Wait!  Don't answer that question.  I'm sorry,
that's not polite.  I wasn't thinking." She knew that if he was being
honest Suzanne must be better, with her years of experience, and she didn't
want to hear that.

   But he answered anyways.  "Mom, I don't think it's fair to compare you
and Suzanne.  You're both so great.  But one thing I know is that this has
made me love you even more than before."

   "Tiger!" she said excitedly.  "Me too!  Me too!  Suzanne was so right
about that, too!" She stood up and kissed him all over the face.  He
thought for sure she would kiss him on the mouth, but she held back and
squeezed him in a tight embrace instead.  She rubbed her chest up and down
his again, and grabbed his hands and planted them on her ass.  It was
remarkable he made it to school.

   Needless to say, he was even more distracted at school than the day
before.  At one point, he actually walked smack into a pole and fell flat
onto his back like some kind of cartoon character.  He floundered badly on
the second period test that he tried so hard to attend.

   The same thoughts kept going through his head.  [This can't be happening
to me.  Three, maybe four, of the most gorgeous women in town are all after
me.  Including my sister and my cock-hungry mom.  It's so improbably
incredible!  This is the kind of thing that happens to other people maybe
somewhere far away but not actually to me.  How will things ever be the
same again?  What'll happen now?  We can never go back; we can never have a
normal relationship again.  This has to end in disaster somehow.  I just
know it.  It's like some kind of natural law.  For instance, what about
jealousy?  Like, are Suzanne and Susan at each other's throats right now,
or is Susan happily describing all her blow jobs to her?  Fucking, fucking
insane!  Things just can't go on like they did yesterday.  For one thing,
there's no way I could handle that much intensity.  But God, how I love it!
I can't stop.  I'm like a car crash in slow motion, but I can't stop.]

   His history teacher Gloria Rhymer had another concerned talk with him at
the end of her class.  He promised he would do better tomorrow.  However,
she didn't feel like she really got through to him.

   Ms.  Rhymer was in a real fix.  She had been really turned on by her
conversation with Alan the day before.  She thought repeatedly about the
idea that Alan had to orgasm six times a day for medical reasons, and was
distracted even as she taught her classes.

   [It practically begs that I help him get an orgasm every day for lunch!
It wouldn't really be having an affair with a student.  After all, I have
my boyfriend, and Alan seems like he's pretty wrapped up with Suzanne, and
I can't compete with her beauty or style.  But I could realize all of my
student sex fantasies with my very favorite student!  And I can certainly
tell that he wants it too.  He's had a crush on me forever, and it was so
cute yesterday the way he blushed when I asked why he gets particularly
horny in my class.  It's because he's thinking about me - I just know it.]
[But how do I get this thing started?  I can't just walk up to him and say,
'Hey, I'd like to give you head every day.' Actually, if I said that to the
Alan of a few weeks ago, that would have completely destroyed his cute
little mind.  But it sounds like Suzanne is giving him a thorough sexual
education.  He may be quite the sexy little stud by the time I get my hands
on him.  That is, if I get my hands on him.  And reading between the lines,
I gather that nurse he was talking about may be giving him a hand as well.
In fact, the whole medical thing sounds like some kind of scam, but why
should I care?]

   [The way he was so bashful and shy was so cute, but it seems he's
changing daily.  He's becoming a teenaged Don Juan.  Once he gets his head
out of the clouds and realizes what he has going for him, it's going to be
scary how the girls will come running.  But I'm not the kind of woman to
actually do anything with him.  For one thing, I've never been unfaithful
to any boyfriend.  And a teacher doing that with a student would be so
wrong.  It would get me fired, if we were caught.  I just can't do it!]

   She found herself thinking about his problem more and more.  But she
found nothing but frustration.

   That soon would be Alan's lot as well: frustration.  Even as he sat in
Ms.  Rhymer's fourth period class thinking about his mother, an event
happened back at home which changed everything.



   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/std4.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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