CHAPTER 1 (Tuesday, Oct. 1)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He then walked into the dining room and found Susan and Suzanne chatting and drinking coffee. His mother wore a red silk top that wasn't especially revealing of her big tits, but did leave her stomach completely open. She wore shorts, shorter than any she'd worn before. In the back, the shorts reached just as far down as the fold of skin at the edge of her ass cheeks. He didn't recognize either item, which was because they were both Suzanne's clothes that even Suzanne had never been bold enough to wear.

They both got up upon seeing him, and bounded across the room to him. With all the bouncing that ensued, he knew that, again, neither of them were wearing a bra.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 2 (Wednesday, Oct. 2)

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

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

"Come in," yelled Alan. He again had thrown on only a T-shirt and shorts but no underwear, deliberately this time.

He sat up in his bed with a science fiction novel. This time he thought he knew the dress she would be wearing, and he was eagerly looking forward to seeing her in it. But to his surprise, she was wearing something even sexier. She now wore a skimpy summer dress that was partly see-through. Or perhaps it was lingerie - he wasn't sure. Alan's heart beat fast.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uh, erm, both, actually."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She smiled at Alan, and then again stared at the computer screen, as if she was so absorbed with the pictures there that she was completely oblivious to the fact Alan was looking only at her and didn't give a flying fuck about the pictures. She leaned forward on both arms even further, until she was practically over the desk. This caused her dress to slide down her body until it was barely caught by her hips.

"Oh, I just loooove looking at these pictures! I love it!" She closed her eyes and wiggled her body slightly back and forth, knowing this would cause her tits to rock and sway. "I love it! So good!" she said again even more enthusiastically, and from the look on her face, Alan wondered if she was in the throes of an orgasm. She was putting on an exaggerated show, but it actual fact she really was getting close to an orgasm just from being an exhibitionist.

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

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

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

She put her hands on her legs and then began rubbing the pale skin there. Very quickly she reached the edge of her dress, which already just barely covered her pussy from exposure. She reached underneath, and began running her hands over her naked skin under the dress. She reached her stomach, and kept moving higher, until her hands were at the clump of cloth around her stomach. The effect of having both hands so far up was that it now completely exposed her pussy to Alan's eyes. She hadn't actually touched her pussy yet - she figured she'd take his seduction one step at a time.

He looked down at her luxuriant and hairy pussy, the first one he'd ever seen in real life. He was on the verge of cumming, just from what he was seeing. He realized he was building up for an orgasm to end all orgasms, and there was nothing he could do about it. Normally he could just take his hands off of his penis to stop or slow down his buildup, but he couldn't do that now because he wasn't touching anything in the first place.

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

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

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

Suzanne stared at it with wide eyes. Finally, mercifully, it ended.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Suzanne stood up and turned around to look for a towel. Alan now had his arms cradling his face on the desk, but he looked up and saw her ass enticingly near to him. All the wetness of Suzanne's sweat and the water she used caused her thin dress to stick to the skin of her ass and make it appear see through, almost as if she wasn't wearing anything over it at all.

Little did Alan know, but Suzanne also had a powerful orgasm at the same time he did, also without ever even touching her hands to her pussy. Her own juices were dripping down her legs, which was one reason why she wanted a towel. Alan's gaze hadn't moved any lower than her ass by the time she walked away, so he didn't see her leakage.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She turned around, but Suzanne was behind her with her hands on her shoulders again, and wouldn't let her go.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her first chance to act came late the next night. Towards the end of the evening, Alan and Suzanne had another "internet porn viewing session," which really meant another staring at Suzanne nearly naked session. Events unfolded nearly exactly as they'd done the night before, but Alan wasn't complaining. He could only dream that things would go on like that every night.

Suzanne then left and Alan went to the living room to watch TV by himself. Katherine knew when the late show he was watching would end, and knew she could tell exactly when he'd return to his room by the sound of the TV turning off. So she went into the bathroom, took a shower, and waited to spring herself on him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The conversation continued in slow motion, with Alan finally responding after some more seconds with, "Okay, I'll just be going then. ... I'll, I'll see you later." That was the third time he'd announced he was leaving.

Alan took one last look at his mother, naked from head to toe only a few feet in front of him. She still hadn't turned towards him at all, but even from the back he could see the sides of her orgasm-inducing tits well enough. He was struck from the viewpoint he had even more at just how long, shapely, and toned her legs were. It was all he could do not to whip his penis out and openly masturbate behind her. Many guys perhaps would have been driven to aggressiveness or even rape by such a sexy scene, but Alan literally was overwhelmed even at the idea of touching.

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

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

She covered her boobs and crotch as she turned, acting as if it was only a problem if he saw her front side. But her tits were so large that her hands stood no chance of covering them all up, and she didn't even succeed in hiding both of her nipples. Her eyes, unencumbered by glasses, turned towards his. Her face was one of concern, indicating that things had gone too far and that he had to go.

It occurred to him that she was trembling. That finally broke the spell over him long enough for him to close the shower curtain. He walked out of the bathroom door in a daze, shaking his head in wonder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey Sis?"

"Yes?" she answered through the door.

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

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

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

Alan reluctantly opened the door again, and tried to look anywhere in the room except at his sister's body. The first thing that came to his mind was how similar his stumbling into a nearly naked Katherine was to his stumbling into a completely naked Susan less than an hour before. So he started with that. "Weird things are happening lately, Sis. Earlier I accidentally walked in on Mom taking a shower. But she didn't immediately shoo me away, so I kind of looked at her. Naked. Can you imagine that? Our mom, letting me see her naked? And now I see you like ... this."

He looked at her body again, and saw how she was leaning forward as if in rapt attention, but the effect was to cause her tits to nearly spill out of her bikini styled top. One shoulder strap was slowly sliding down her arm.

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

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

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

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

"Um, nice," he stammered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 5 (Sunday, Oct. 6)

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

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

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

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

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

So although Amy was a perfectly wonderful girl, she and her mother Suzanne didn't have a whole lot in common. Suzanne had a hard time understanding her.

But Suzanne had an even harder time understanding her other child, Brad. In recent years, the seventeen year-old Brad had moved into a world that was completely alien to his mother. He'd become a rebellious James Dean type, with ever-present black clothes, spiky hair, piercings, and tattoos. He was into loud thrash metal music that everyone else in the house hated, and he really loved "macho" men's stuff like cars, football, and fishing. So at least that allowed him to get along with his father on some things. But he had little to talk about with Suzanne other than what food was being served for dinner.

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

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

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

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

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

Suzanne was engaged in a bit of a stealth operation. She'd worn a fancy dress that covered her up more than usual, and even kept her boobs quite restrained, so as to draw Susan's suspicions away from herself. But the dress exposed almost all of her thighs when she was standing. Thus, by sitting on the couch with her feet up on the couch, the fabric rode up to her waist and exposed everything below it.

The positioning of the couches meant that neither Katherine nor Susan could see that Suzanne now had her pussy completely exposed for Alan to see. As if that wasn't enough to blow Alan's mind, her hand was also absent-mindedly lingering in that area. It looked like she was liable to plunge a finger into her pussy at any moment. Everyone was looking at the TV in rapt attention except Alan, who clearly had his eyes on another show.

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

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

"M'kay. Whatcha watching?"

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

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

One could hear a pin drop in the ensuing awkwardness. No one knew what to say. The problem was, none of the women had talked about this possible situation with Amy coming up, because Katherine and Susan especially weren't really admitting to themselves what they were doing. Both of them had lived such prudish and sexually repressed lives up to that point that they found the feeling of wearing only a few outer garments extremely liberating.

Katherine and Susan were going through a sexual awakening, and having Alan around to watch was half of the fun. He was a safe target to test new looks out on. He was so polite and considerate that he didn't have it in him to do something shockingly aggressive. Neither would even think of wearing the same clothes around a stranger.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Suzanne pressed on, before Amy could contradict or stupidly blurt something else out that would expose what she had been showing Alan. "So Susan is right, it's the heat wave, but that's not the whole story. You see, we made a private bet, didn't we, Susan?"

Because Suzanne's head was turned towards Susan, Amy couldn't see Suzanne's face, so Suzanne made wild gesticulations to Susan with her eyebrows to indicate that Susan should go along with what she was saying.

Katherine saw the faces and started giggling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 6

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ha ha," Alan said without laughing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tuesday finally rolled around and Alan sat in his fourth period class, World History. Soon it would be lunch. The teacher, Ms. Gloria Rhymer, was an excellent teacher and she was talking about something the class found interesting, but he didn't hear a word. He was thinking about all of his recent luck.

He looked around the classroom and furtively noted the large number of ordinary or even ugly people all around him. Seniors in high school were in the prime of life, and Southern California was world famous for its beautiful women, but even here the percentage of really attractive people remotely comparable to the females back home was small. Of course there was his now former love interest Christine sitting a few rows back, and a couple of other pretty women as well. He hadn't been thinking about Christine really at all lately, he realized. That was no surprise given the other women now occupying all of his fantasies instead.

Perhaps the most beautiful person in the room, even more than Christine, was the teacher Ms. Rhymer. Alan had been pining after her for a long time. He'd grown quite adept at imagining her teach class naked, and was doing it once again. The school year had just started at the middle of September only a couple of weeks earlier, but he also had Ms. Rhymer last year in US History, and then Social Science the year before that. So he knew her very well.

In fact, he realized that he was her "teacher's pet," as he was for a couple other teachers. As one of the smartest and most emotionally mature students in the school, being a teacher's pet wasn't too surprising. But he found it awkward at times to be the teacher's pet for someone he had an intense crush on.

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

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

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

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

When class finally ended, Ms. Rhymer discretely motioned with her hand that Alan should speak to her once the class emptied out. She was a very kind and friendly teacher, and knew many students on a personal level. That meant knowing some about their private lives and talking socially in school, though as in most high schools to see a teacher outside of school was an unstated taboo that rarely happened between any student and teacher.

But of all her students in the fourth period, only Alan would have frequent talks with her after the class was over. Since lunch followed the class, Alan would usually stay and talk for five minutes or so and just have fun gabbing, and then make his way to lunch. Almost always, the subject would be her class or the students within it. He would give feedback about things like if people were getting bored or what material in particular went over well, so she could improve her teaching. She would expand about historical facts he found interesting. The two also couldn't resist engaging in gossip about the other students. It wasn't just Alan telling her the gossip he knew either - he was surprised how many things she knew about his fellow students that he didn't. She had her own gossip network which included other teachers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The teacher secretly had a thing for Alan. But she also had a serious boyfriend, so she dismissed her feelings for him as harmless and never to be acted upon. She did flirt with him a bit, but so very subtly that he didn't even notice. For instance, her comments a few moments earlier about tearing her dress off went over his head completely, it seemed. She was only 27, and constantly felt as if she would rather be one of the other students instead of the teacher, with all the unfortunate social walls that came with the teacher role.

If I were a senior student too, she mused, I would be all over the idea of Alan, but I'm not, and I would never dream of actually having an affair with a student! No way, Jose! Unfortunately, my boyfriend has been a real jerk lately, and I've been doing all this fantasizing. The idea that the goody-goody and oh so polite Alan could actually be a horny monster in a constant state of arousal will definitely be food for thought when my fingers get busy in my pussy tonight! After all, fantasies are harmless, right?

CHAPTER 8 (Tuesday, Oct. 8)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How does that feel, Alan?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That was my third," he replied.

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

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

"What aspects would those be, Susan?"

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

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

"That's all right. So far, just Katherine, my daughter, and Suzanne, whom you may recall meeting briefly at the end of our meeting last time. She lives next door, and she's practica