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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was well aware that on Saturday his sister had gone completely sexually berserk by the pool and then on Sunday Amy went topless and Susan had her nipple incident, so he hoped another trip to the pool could lead to more good things.

As soon as he got home, he put his backpack away in his room and then headed directly to the pool. When he arrived, Suzanne, Katherine, and Susan were already there. He wondered if they too were hoping the near nakedness of the bathing suits could help make something happen. All of them were wearing skimpy bikinis and each one looked more arousing to him than the next.

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

Katherine also had her new two-pieced suit, the same one she'd worn the day before. She looked great in it, but after what happened on Saturday, Alan had a soft spot (and a wet spot) for her one-piece suit that she masturbated herself with.

As good as his sister looked, Alan tended to pay more attention to Susan and Suzanne's more mature and buxom bodies. It was hard for Katherine to compete. Suzanne was expert at preening herself in sexy poses, and used all her tricks to the fullest. Susan knew no such tricks, but she had the fact she was his mother going for her.

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

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

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

He hadn't been expecting the hug, and so he didn't know what to do when his penis poked firmly into his mother's lower abdomen as the hug went on. She must feel that, he thought as the hug continued. She was seemingly oblivious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He thought the excitement at the pool was over, but it wasn't. Much to his surprise, not long after he woke up his mother came in to his room still dressed in her bikini. She held her arms open wide and said, "My favorite son, give your mother a hug."

He always slept naked but luckily he'd just dressed into a shirt and shorts, so he stood up and walked to her. She grabbed him and squeezed him in a bear hug, as if he was about to depart for a long journey. "I love you so much, Tiger," she cooed, her voice filled with emotion.

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

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

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

She wiggled with delight in his arms, and her nipples scraped back and forth across his chest, pushing into him even more. "Oh good! I'm so glad that Suzanne has helped me open up a bit and allowed us to become closer."

Her lips were now only two or three inches from his. Because he was only two inches taller than his already very tall mother, he felt that all he'd have to do is lean forward just a little and their lips would meet. The word "closer" resounded in his head as he had sudden visions of the two of them necking with abandon, falling back onto his bed and eating each others' faces hungrily. He could feel her breath, and noticed it was a curious mix of mint and alcohol.

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

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

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

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

She replied, "Tiger, you make me so happy. So proud." As she said this, her fingers pulled on her bikini, first pushing the fabric inwards so it sank up into her ass crack, then pulling it back out wide over her butt cheeks. Then she repeated the motion, as if fidgeting. She giggled with glee like a little schoolgirl.

Then she said, "But don't mope here all alone in your room; we're still having lots of fun down by the pool. What do I have to do to get you to come back down and join us? I don't think you'll regret it." She arched her back so that her tits jutted out dramatically. He could see one of her mountains of flesh from the side view she was offering him. At the same time she pushed the bikini fabric back into her ass crack and then pulled up. It suddenly looked like her ass was completely uncovered.

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

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

CHAPTER 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, we've been in these chairs about an hour," his mother replied. "Pretty much ever since you left to take your nap." Katherine giggled at her deliberate avoidance of his question. Susan was lying between Suzanne and Katherine, and so leaned up in the lawn chair a bit to better look at Alan. That allowed him to see most of her boobs hanging down.

She continued, "But it was only a few minutes ago when Suzanne dared us to take off our bikinis. Then I ran up and got you. What do you think - are we more than you can handle?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So Susan got up and repositioned herself as Suzanne requested. Alan noticed though that Susan kept her legs very firmly closed, so he didn't come near her pussy or even any of her front side. It felt great rubbing her ass however, and his hands lingered on it for as long as he thought he could get away with it.

He'd never touched anyone's ass before, and was surprised at the amount of flesh. He caressed the flesh and found it firm yet yielding. Clearly his mother was in excellent shape as there was no excess flab even on the butt or thighs. His hand motions were much more than what a suntan lotion application required, but she merely cooed at him with soft grunts. He was too chicken to put his fingers up into her ass crack though.

Then he did her arms and legs. She still kept her legs firmly closed, more interested in maintaining some propriety than worrying he would miss some spots with the lotion. Everyone knew the lotion was just an excuse for touching, anyway.

Alan didn't push his luck and try to go up her thighs too far, because he was just in ecstasy from being allowed to touch her skin in this sensual way anywhere at all. When he was done, Susan slurred, "Shhanks a ton, shport," and then hiccupped.

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

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

Next it was Katherine's turn. To Alan's simultaneous delight and dismay, she seemed extremely eager for him to get started on her. All throughout the lotion application on his mother, Katherine fidgeted about, kicking her legs restlessly. Sometimes she even ran her hands over the parts of her body which mirrored Alan's caresses on their mother.

He was continually amazed at how dramatically she'd changed from the girl she was a few weeks before. That girl would have never imagined going topless, much less bottomless, and the idea of a man then applying lotion to her naked skin probably would have caused her to faint with moral dismay. Yet here she was, her nonverbal communication practically begging him to run his hands all over her. Verbally, she remained silent.

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

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

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

After he finished most of his sister's legs, Suzanne made another "helpful" suggestion - that he should straddle Katherine's legs for easier access. So he sat on top of her sister's legs to do her ass and back. It occurred to him that his penis, frantically trying to fight its way through the fabric of his suit, was now merely inches from his sister's naked pussy. That thought didn't help cool him down at all.

It also didn't help that, while his mother had been mostly quiet, his sister had started to say things like, "Mmmm!... Good!... That feels so good!  Mmmm.... Do me there. Yes! Do me there! ... More."

He felt at least relieved that he had conservative bathing trunks which were really more like regular shorts instead of those tiny things European men wore. He was embarrassed enough at it is, and could do little to relieve his raging boner.

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

But impulsively, just as he was about to finish with her butt, he grabbed a butt cheek with each hand and dug his fingers as far into them as he could. "Oh, yes!" she cried out. "Like that!"

Suddenly she opened her legs much wider than before, and he found himself staring at her asshole and much of her pussy. He pulled his fingers out of her flesh, and her legs shut tight.

"Noooo...." she moaned petulantly.

He planted his fingers back into her ass cheeks and her legs automatically opened again.

"More like that!" she said loudly. "More in the butt!" He started working his fingers like a baker working raw dough. "Yes!" She cried out. "Like that, Big Brother! Mmm yeah!"

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

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

Alan smiled weakly and turned to Suzanne.

Alan felt disturbed, but also incredibly ready to jack off. The very taboo of the touching intensified his erotic urges. His sister's moans and cries, the open legs, the feel of clenching her ass cheeks, the thought of her grabbing his penis in the water earlier - it was all too much for him to take.

He had a very strong desire to just throw all caution to the wind, pull out his penis, and begin fucking his sister then and there. If only she was alone, he might have done it. But what about Susan and Suzanne? he thought. And then he realized he still had to do Suzanne.

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

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

CHAPTER 3

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

But only a minute or two after he jumped into the pool again, he found himself in water that came up to his chest, with the nearly as tall Suzanne standing right in front of him, eyeing him.

She silently worked her way towards him with a deadly serious glare, like a tiger quietly stalking its prey. He backed up away from her naked body, until he backed right into the wall of the pool's side. She kept on coming towards him, and finally pinned him to the wall, putting her arms on the rim of the pool on both sides of him. Alan tried to duck down to get away from under her arms, but she kept coming forward and smothered her tits right into his face. Alan gave up trying to escape and stood back up.

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

Suzanne was smiling now. She reached down, pulled his shorts to his knees, and grabbed his penis. It was already hard, which seemed to be its constant state lately whenever Suzanne or the others were nearby. But at the same time he was fearful about what she might do with him in such a public space.

He was too shy and flummoxed to do anything with his hands, and just kept them at his side. He felt like he was her prey, and he'd fallen helplessly into her trap. It occurred to him that this kind of thing was happening to him a lot lately.

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

"Um... Yeah... Well, uh..." He was struck dumb by her beauty, not the mention the danger of the situation.

Alan wanted to say to her, I can't believe you're going to do this with those two sitting only a few feet away! Susan's asleep, but Katherine must know what you're up to! However, he held his tongue. He didn't want to say or do anything that would draw the attention of Katherine or Susan in his direction.

The one good thing about his position was that he was on the same side of the pool as the lawn chairs. So that meant that the very fact Katherine and Susan were so close made it impossible for them to see much more than the heads of Suzanne and Alan. Or so he hoped, anyway. Even if one of them were to look and guess what was happening, they couldn't know for sure. It was nearly the exact same spot he'd been in with Katherine earlier in the afternoon, and now that situation was repeating itself.

Suzanne gave him an excellent underwater handjob, another great first for him. As she did it, she started carrying on a conversation to make it look like they were closely facing each other just to converse.

She said, "So, Sweetie, I've been thinking about your stimulation problem." Needless to say, she purposely picked a topic that would further fluster and arouse him. "I've been thinking about different ways we could inspire you to reach your daily targets."

She went on in this manner in a nearly emotionless tone while her hands wanked him with enthusiasm. She used generic words and phrases, discussing such things as the need for additional "tactile agitation" and "oral stimulation" but the obvious meaning was more blowjobs, handjobs, and the like.

He said little more than yes or no when she asked him questions like, "Are you satisfied with our efforts to assist you?" Right as she asked that particular question, she stuck a finger up his anus and began sawing.

Alan imagined the eyes of Katherine and Susan boring into the back of his head, but he had no way of knowing if they were looking or not. In any case, there was nothing he could do about it except stay as quiet and still as he could and act casual, since he was in Suzanne's power.

As he reached climax, Suzanne continued to talk to him in a flat monotone: "So again we return to the question of assistance in achieving your stimulation targets. Would it be proper for others to assist you manually, or orally, or perhaps stimulation through the soft flesh of a woman's cleavage? And if so, who exactly would be willing to assist you in this manner? Where could we possibly find such a person? Someone to constantly stimulate you whenever and wherever you need it?"

As she said this, her hands flew up and down his shaft until his seed poured out of his penis and into the pool water. They both watched as his whitish cum floated up through the water and dissolved.

Suzanne stopped talking and whispered, "I've done my good deed for the day!"

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

Suzanne hopped out of the pool and moved back to her lawn chair, still completely naked to the world. Alan loved to watch her walk and see her ass cheeks rise and fall as she swayed her hips in an exaggerated fashion.

Susan appeared to be oblivious about the handjob and most everything else, as she was drunk and just waking.

Katherine though was resentful that Suzanne got to finish the work she had started earlier in the same pool. It doubly rankled her that she'd been foiled with her handjob effort because of the very same Suzanne, but she kept quiet.

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

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

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

It was such a hot day that Alan didn't care if he was wet or dry, and he didn't bother to towel himself off. It occurred to him through his sex-addled brain that she'd just finished drying herself off with the towel, so her request was completely unnecessary.

Then he realized it was just another excuse and opportunity for him to explore her body. So he did. She seemed to enjoy the rough feel of the towel over her skin, so he rubbed her more vigorously. The harder he rubbed and scraped, the more happily she moaned. He soared and scraped in big sweeps all over her body, so she never knew what spot he'd attack next.

He could have done that all day, but he realized putting lotion on directly with his own hands would be even better. So he put the towel down and started in with the lotion. He was calmer now, now that he'd ejaculated in the pool, but the toweling already had him rock hard. He started with the legs. Suzanne complied by spreading her legs wide open. They hung even wider than Katherine's had been, and the bottoms of both legs hung clear off the sides of the lawn chair.

As he worked up towards her thighs, both of them got increasingly excited. Once he got near the top of her legs, Suzanne said, "Straddle me!" so he did. She added, quietly, "It's time you do your favorite cocksucker!"

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

Suzanne said in an easy to understand voice, "I said, 'It's time you do your favorite cocksucker.' As in one who sucks cocks."

She giggled nervously, realizing she was pushing her luck in front of Susan. But she was fairly tipsy, and knew that Susan hardly had the right to complain. After all, Suzanne had told her friend about her blowjobs in such detail that it was practically as if Susan had been in the same room watching them.

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

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

Alan then rubbed his hands all over Suzanne's ass. Since it was Suzanne, he felt freer to get overtly sexual, especially since Susan was face down again and unable to see what he was doing from where he was. He was having a very rapid education in women's asses. First he'd caressed Susan's, then he'd more vigorously clenched Katherine's, and now he felt free to go even further on Suzanne.

He started where he left off with Katherine, by digging into her ass cheeks and mauling them. He alternated that with softly stroking them, keeping his hands a fraction above her skin so he lightly grazed her fine hairs. That gave her goose bumps, and the alternation between styles also seemed to increase her moaning.

He spent an absurd amount of time on Suzanne's ass. Katherine grew intensely jealous as she watched intently from a few feet away. He even had no hesitation about exploring Suzanne's ass crack, but was shy to get near the asshole itself. Then, just as he got ready to move to her back, Suzanne reached around and grabbed him by the wrist. She guided his hand right next to her pussy, a spot he'd been too shy to touch.

Belatedly, she said, "You missed a spot."

He began applying the lotion very thoroughly in that region. He was relieved to see that Katherine and Susan now had their heads facing the other direction and sunglasses on to boot, so he figured they couldn't possibly see what he was doing. Suzanne turned over to give him even better access to her crotch.

This was the first time he really had a chance to touch and closely study a woman's vagina up close. He tried to memorize every last detail, as if he would never see another. He was extremely thorough with the lotion, and noticed that soon Suzanne was leaking her own juices. He was sorely tempted to try and touch it, or even put a finger inside it.

He stopped applying lotion and brought his hand closer and closer to it, inch by inch, until his fingers roamed the edges of her bush. Suzanne didn't do anything in response, so he figured she must approve. He even began stroking her bush, and still she said and did nothing to stop him. He tickled her public hair, and curled them around his fingers. Still no complaint, though he noticed her breathing nearly stopped. It seemed she was holding her breath in anticipation.

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

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

She grew more jovial, and started talking to him, lightly teasing at every opportunity. At one point, when he put the last lotion he needed on his hands, she said, "Put that hard thing right here!" Then, after a pause she said, "Of course I refer to putting the bottle of lotion on the table."

That cracked everyone up, and Alan noted that even Susan laughed. All Alan could think was, Talk about conflicting messages!

Finally, he was done. He easily took twice as long with Suzanne as he did with either of the other two.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally replying to Suzanne's comment about turning over, he said, "Uh, why don't you do that, but I've really got to go! See you later!" He bolted off like a deer for the house. He heard the sound of more giggling as he sped away, but didn't look back again.

Back in his room, he shot his load almost as soon as he could get a towel around his penis. Then he collapsed and fell asleep for a second nap.

CHAPTER 4

The experience at the pool left Alan completely drained, both physically and emotionally. He thought he'd had it for the day, but there still was the whole evening to go.

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

The ensuing evening appeared to be a mellow one as everyone recovered from the afternoon. Suzanne and Amy came over again.

Both were fancily dressed. Suzanne walked into the house like she always did - as if she was family there. She gave Alan a friendly wink as she walked past him.

But Amy stopped at the sight of Alan and looked at him as if they were having a dramatic and joyous reunion. With arms outstretched and an even happier smile on her face than usual, she shrieked "Alan!" and gave him a big hug.

Amy was very touchy-feely and prone to hugs, but this was still unusual, since the Plummer family was pretty much hug-phobic. Amy normally restrained herself around the prudish household. So Alan asked, "What's the occasion, Amy?"

"On, nothing much. Just glad to see you. Mom and me were at some boring, fancy dinner party thing. Everyone was so stuffy. I'm just so glad to be back with normal people!"

Amy continued to cling to him. She wasn't wearing much, as she'd already taken off some of her formal attire. Furthermore, she was wearing a low cut top, something her mother almost never allowed her to wear. Alan realized to his horror that his penis was erect and pressing into Amy. He commanded his penis: Down, boy! Down! But it didn't help. He rather forcibly but politely disengaged from the hug.

Amy ran off to hug other people. Alan thought, I guess that was just an innocent hug. I must still be aroused from everything earlier. I can't allow myself to get that kind of reaction when near the pure Amy. Why, I remember just a couple years ago when she was a complete tomboy. I guess her mother's genes are kicking in. Does she know her effect on men or is she still a tomboy at heart? Now that I've seen her naked, I can't think of her like I did before.

The three Plummers and two Pestridges settled in and watched TV. The evening appeared to be a mellow one as everyone recovered from the afternoon. The energy level generally dropped down until it seemed like all of them were lifeless slugs, fused into the couches. Amy though remained bubbly and oblivious to everything.

Alan was very selective about what he watched on TV, so when nothing good appeared to be on he went back to his room to read. He was really into J.R.R. Tolkien since the Lord of the Rings movies had started coming out, and was exploring some of his lessen known works.

By this time his energy had revived, no doubt helped by the fact that he didn't have any alcohol like the others did. But the one thing he didn't want to do was think. He was fairly blown away by what he did at the pool and wanted a night to sleep on it before really figuring out what it all meant and what he should do, if anything.

He just wanted to be alone and read his engaging book. He buried his nose further into it and tried to avoid any mental distractions.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He calculated. "I think honestly, just three times today so far."

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

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

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

But then Suzanne started to groove. He'd never seen her dance before, and he was impressed at just how gracefully and rhythmically she could move despite her unusual tallness. Her whole body flowed to the music, as she made long, slow, fluid movements to the sultry song. She ran her hands slowly up and down her still fully clothed body.

She wore a very stylish and fancy scarlet outfit. Now all that clothing worked to her advantage, because she had more items to take off, including a jacket, vest, and then a blouse underneath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Suzanne let go of his penis after giving it a final squeeze, got back up, and returned to her dance. She knew it was a long song so she wasn't worried about time.

Alan was excited beyond all reason now, especially after that tidbit of news about his mother, and he panted and stroked himself with enthusiasm.

Suzanne finally took her bra off and twirled it over her head, around and around with her finger. Then she let it fly across the room. She laughed at just how much she was now acting like a real stripper - she'd never done this before and was surprising even herself. She said to Alan, "Save some for me."

He slowed down his stroking.

The panties came off a bit faster. She twirled them around and flung them away as well. She was as worked up as she'd ever been and didn't want to waste any time. With the song still playing she dropped to her knees and took Alan in her mouth.

Alan too couldn't take much more and came quickly. He nearly passed out from all the pleasure. His only regret was he didn't have a video camera to record the striptease and treasure it forever.

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

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

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

"What do you mean?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Why?" he asked, genuinely perplexed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well, my husband is..." She interrupted herself and laughed. "Remember him? I barely do. Anyway, my husband is probably expecting me. It's late. I wish I could stay here like this for hours, but I should get going." She stood up and started putting her clothes back on.

Alan felt suddenly wistfully sad that she was leaving. He also was staggered at the mention of her husband Eric. In recent days he really had nearly completely forgotten that she was married.

Then he thought, Not to mention Susan! She's married too. I can't believe I'm forgetting my own father. Talk about a bad parent if he makes such a deep impression on his children. It really is like I've never had a father at all. He's like some relative who comes by for Christmas or Easter sometimes.

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

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

Alan clearly understood her meaning. If she was "sleeping," then he could do things to her that she otherwise wouldn't allow him to do. Not to mention, the idea of him taking advantage of her as she slept was damn arousing.

He climbed up on top of her and straddled her. She still pretended to sleep, and even made exaggerated snoring sounds. That made both of them laugh, but she kept her eyes closed and mouth closed despite her laughter.

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

Now was his chance to explore her tits to his heart's content. He touched them tentatively, and wasn't chastised for it. She still pretended deep sleep. Soon he was vigorously groping them.

Her quiet breathing turned to moans, and a soft smile spread across her face.

He pinched and pulled at her nipples in every way he could think of. Then he did something he always wanted to do: he took a nipple in his mouth and bit on it.

She moaned even louder with pleasure.

He alternated between sucking and biting on one tit while he groped the other.

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

That unfortunately broke the spell. She opened her eyes, sat up, and moved his hand away.

"Alan, what do you think you're doing?" she said with mock indignation. "I'm shocked. Shocked!" But her mood was still playful, and Alan laughed at the Casablanca reference. "How did I lose my bra? Were you trying to undress me while I was sleeping?" she asked with false cluelessness. "What were you planning on doing to me? Were you thinking of - oh my God, you weren't going to rape me in my sleep, were you? Bad Alan!"

She playfully slapped him. Imitating Susan's drunken voice, she added, "Sho wery impwoper!"

That really cracked both of them up. It also reminded Alan of his earlier daydream of fucking his mother by the pool and excited him that much further.

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

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

"No. What?"

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

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

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

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

Alan was very skeptical. "I don't know Suzanne. This is all too weird for me." He let the topic drop.

She returned to her cocksucking duties, and took him deeper and deeper. Right as she had him on the edge of a great climax, she stopped again.

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

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

"What? What is it?!?"

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

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

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

"Arrgh! What does that mean?"

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

"Arrgh!" he cried out again. "Don't say that! You can't be serious!"

She resumed sucking him, and this time he could hold out no longer. He shot deep into her mouth. He was so aroused that he grabbed the back of her head and thrust his penis forcefully into her.

She just took him in deeper and deeper until his pubic hair tickled her chin. She sucked in all he could shoot out as if her mouth was a bottomless vacuum.

As he shot his ropes of cum into the back of her throat, he pondered what she'd said. Could she really mean it? My mom? Touching my penis tomorrow? No! It can't be! Oh God, feels so good!

CHAPTER 5 (Tuesday, Oct. 15)

Susan woke up the next morning feeling very conflicted. For the second night in a row, she'd had strange dreams involving Alan. Both nights she dreamed that she was Akami and that it was she who jacked off and then even sucked off Alan's rod. In the dream, there was also a Susan at the appointment, and she watched this other woman, who was naked and shamelessly frigging herself. She had other dreams that were much the same, such as one where she watched Suzanne fuck her son.

These dreams seemed incredibly real. She both wanted and didn't want to experience them. She didn't know how she would react when she saw Alan that morning, but the dreams made her extremely aroused. She dressed in a robe that had great potential for mischief, to say the least.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So Alan would stare at his sister's chest nearby or his mother's body further off. But when Susan came back to the dining table for some reason, he would focus all of his attention on the sight of his mother bending over and swaying her boobs before his eyes.

There was an unstated and growing competition between the two women, and Katherine kept opening her robe more and more, until both of her nipples weren't even close to being covered.

Susan bent over near him more and more as well, offering him a bottle of molasses, the salt shaker off of the table - any excuse to tease him again. Her gargantuan mammaries were barely contained in her robe even while she was just standing, and her boobs now completely fell out every time she bent near him.

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

At first, both women continued to remind the other their robes were falling open to foil the competition, but as it was hard to do that with a straight face when your own robe was open at the same time, they switched to complaining how poorly designed the robes were.

"Sorry Alan, these really need buttons or something," Susan griped as she walked to the table again. She didn't even make a pretense at covering up anymore, and walked to him essentially completely bare chested. She bent over to pour him some more milk, asking seductively, "Would you like your mother to give you some milk?"

It was all he could do not to stretch his head forward and suck on the tit dangling mere inches from his face.

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

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

Susan smiled at her daughter in friendly competition and closed her robe yet again.

Because Katherine was sitting across the table from Alan, he couldn't see what was happening below her waist. He wondered just how open her robe was down there.

But as he finished his meal, Susan finally sat down next to him to eat her own. The robe fell completely open as she sat, and he had a great view of her pussy. His eyes drifted up to her face, lingering at her bare chest along the way. She smiled at him, knowing full well what he was looking at. She even encouraged him with her eyes to stare at her pussy some more.

Alan had no choice: without any help from his hands, his penis began ejaculating into his underwear. He rushed his hands to his crotch and silently groaned, while he hoped desperately and improbably that the large "O" shape he'd made with his surprised face didn't give away what had just happened.

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

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

"Well then, you'd better get up and take your shower," she said, now seemingly all business. "You've got to be out the door in fifteen minutes."

Alan had completely forgotten about the need to go to school and the idea hit him like a splash of cold water.

Both Susan and Katherine stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to stand up. Alan realized he couldn't, owing to the embarrassing and large wet spot now growing on the front of his shorts. They were well aware of this problem and that's why they wanted to see him stand. Susan hoped to use the need to clean the wet shorts as an excuse to get him out of his shorts altogether. She suddenly had visions of rubbing his penis through his shorts in an effort to "clean" them of the stain he'd made.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 6

Katherine had already left for school by the time he dressed and came downstairs. Alan grabbed his backpack and rushed to the front door.

But before he got there, his mother said, "Wait, Alan, aren't you going to give me a good-bye hug?" His mother continued her newfound love of hugging. She held her arms out expectantly, which at least kept the straps of the robe on.

Alan walked back and hugged her. Almost immediately her robe opened up enough for her tits to become exposed yet again, and all that stood between her hard nipples and his skin was his thin white T-shirt.

At first they just held each other, and he did little more than absorb that fact that his topless mother was pressing into him. But soon he started working his hands over her back, running them up and down. It occurred to him that the straps of her robe were tenuously hanging on to her shoulders, and if he moved his hands a little more strategically, he could shake them off her shoulders and move the robe further down.

He did, and it worked. He half expected her to protest, but instead she actually temporarily let go of him to allow the robe sleeves fall down and become completely freed of her arms. Now all that held the robe up was the sash around her waist.

He went back to exploring her back, enjoying it all the more now that it was just bare flesh in his hands.

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

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

"I will, Mom."

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

"I won't."

"I'm so glad we have these opportunities to be more affectionate now, don't you? Or do you find this increased familiarity upsetting?"

She was clearly stalling for time so the hug could last longer. It was almost absurd the way her tits were now insistently exploring his entire chest. She was slowly rubbing her body up and down him repeatedly, as if she was one giant itch desperately needing to get scratched. The absurdity of the situation only grew with her description of this just being an ordinary, familial hug.

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

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

"Oh no!" she agreed far too loudly. "Certainly not! Don't even think it. ... We're just being very... familiar."

Alan was amazed to realize from her face that at least on some level, she sincerely believed that.

Even as she said this, she brought her tits all the way down to the level of his belly button and then slowly pushed them up his chest all the way to his collar.

They hugged even longer, if such motions could be called hugging. It was more like she was a cat in heat, trying to relieve herself by rubbing up against a post. Alan didn't know what to do, and just tried to keep his hands on her back, and in her long flowing hair.

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

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

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

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

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

She appeared to be genuinely surprised by that, but now she played it up. "Would you look at that. I'm stark naked. How embarrassing!"

Alan inwardly groaned as she turned away from him, no doubt to give him another chance to visually explore her entire body. He took full advantage to eat her up with his eyes.

After she could delay no longer, she bent over to pick the robe up, but kept her knees ramrod straight so she had to bend over entirely at the waist. That left her ass hanging in the air only a foot in front on him.

It was all he could do not to grab her ass. He worried that if he did, he would lose control, take his penis out, and soon be plowing into her pussy.

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

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

He had the most intense case of blue balls, and riding to school on a bike was complete torture.

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

CHAPTER 7

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

The second and even more consuming thought was Suzanne's comment that his mother would be giving his penis an abnormality check later on. He was dying of curiosity to find out if this was true, but was too shy, and also otherwise occupied with lusty visions of his sister and mother, to ask her about it that morning. He wasn't entirely sure what an abnormality check was, really, but judging by what Akami did to him at his last appointment, he figured it was very much like a handjob. Just about exactly the same as a handjob, in fact.

The possibility that Susan would jack him off when he came home from school drove him nearly senseless with distraction. Even if Suzanne's comment wasn't true, he was certain more exciting things would happen later. He was barely able to figure out how to make it from one of his classes to the next.

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

"Um, I've got a lot of things on my mind," he said bashfully. Even as he said this, his mind was somewhere else. He'd managed to temporarily banish thoughts of his mother during Ms. Rhymer's class, but only because he'd focused on fantasizing about his teacher instead. It was like trying to forget the pain of stubbing a toe by purposely stubbing a toe on the other foot: it worked, but it wasn't exactly smart.

As she spoke he didn't see the real Ms. Rhymer standing in front of him; instead his head was filled with the image of how he imagined she looked naked. He'd fantasized the image of her standing in front of the class naked so often in the last two years that it seemed etched in his brain.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alan shuffled his feet before the desk of his teacher. "Ahhh... She stimulates my... er, private member... with her hands, and, uh, other things. ... Her mouth, if you must know... But she doesn't go any further than that! That wouldn't be right! She hasn't even kissed me!"

He couldn't look his teacher in the eye and literally wished he could crawl into a hole and die.

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

"Yes, but I keep having all these thoughts. Suzanne has been very... I don't know how to put it... suggestive, I guess. Sexually suggestive. She's so sexy, it's incredible! So all I can do now is think about sex!"

To himself, he added, And if you only knew how suggestive my mother, sister and even Suzanne's daughter Amy are being as well! I want to fuck them all, and it's so wrong!

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

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

"My class? Why my class?"

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 8

Back at home, Susan fretted over what to do about the abnormality check Akami said needed to be done today. In a burst of resolve while Alan was at school, Susan called Suzanne for advice on what to do about this problem. She hoped Suzanne could come up with a solution.

But Suzanne just made things worse - much worse. She told Susan things like, "You know I'd love to do the check because Alan's penis is so big and thick and full of tasty cum. It makes me so hot just thinking about touching it! But unfortunately I can't because I don't know the proper procedures. So I guess it's all up to you, you lucky dog."

Susan grew more hot and bothered as Suzanne went on and on in this vein, and Susan began rubbing herself through her clothes, glad she was on the phone and not speaking in person so she could scratch her itch.

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

Now that Suzanne had Susan on the phone, she took the opportunity to describe all of the blowjobs she'd given Alan the night before in exquisite and loving detail. Susan got so hot and bothered that eventually she began to masturbate herself as Suzanne raved on the phone for nearly an hour about the joys of pleasuring Alan.

Suzanne could tell by the way that Susan huffed and puffed into the phone that her friend had completely abandoned herself to all out masturbation.

Susan even switched over to speakerphone so she could use both hands to rub all over. Before long, about the only coherent things Susan could say into the phone anymore were, "You didn't!," "He didn't!," and "Oh my God!"

Susan's desire to touch Alan's penis was so great that she thought she would literally lose her mind.

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

"Yeah?" Susan answered.

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

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

"Oh yeah. I feel so close to him after I take his slippery dick in my mouth a