CHAPTER 1 (Sunday, Oct. 20)

Considering the Plummer house was supposed to be under a new, moralistic regime, Alan still found lots of ways to have fun. On Sunday, everyone went to church but Alan. For a couple of years he had refused to go, because he found religion boring. He thought he would kick back and read the Sunday paper, but almost as soon as the car pulled out of the driveway Suzanne came over to the house and let herself in. She grabbed Alan's hand before he even know what was happening and dragged him back to his room, saying that she had to "make up for lost time."

She sucked and jacked him off like there was no tomorrow. Alan looked at her bobbing up and down on his penis between his legs, and considered that he could have been in a church, listening to a boring sermon instead. He thought, It's a good thing I'm not religious, or I might be too morally distraught to properly enjoy this, heh-heh.

Alan was emboldened by what he did with his sister the night before and the fact that Suzanne wore nothing but panties, so he stuck a hand under his favorite neighbor's panties and put a finger in her pussy.

He was delighted to find that she did nothing to stop him. Instead, she jokingly pretended that she didn't know what he was doing. "Boy, Sweetie, it's a good thing you don't know anything about finger-fucking, or you just might dare to try it out on me. And we both know how that's against the rules!" They chuckled at the pretense.

Alan thought amusedly that he used to hate how long church sermons went on, but now he wished church would never end. By the time the family returned, the two of them sat in the living room and innocently read sections of the newspaper.

The incident helped Alan get over his recent bout of moral indecision. Any qualms he had were overwhelmed by the overpowering sight of Suzanne naked, dripping cum, and panting like a bitch in heat.

After she left he thought, How could something that feels that good possibly be wrong? It's not wrong to fuck someone like Suzanne or even my mom. What's wrong is letting a beautiful woman like that go even one hour without being fucked. Such a woman needs to be put into stirrups and fucked every hour of the day by as many cocks as can find holes! It's not my fault I was born with such a hot mother. One such woman would drive any man to complete distraction, but I've got a four in my house, counting Amy, and then there's Ms. Rhymer in school. Akami to consider, too. Dang, she looks fine. It's amazing I haven't been reduced to a drooling, gibbering idiot already.

Later in the day, Susan and Suzanne took off to do some shopping, and Alan's father Ron went off to play golf with one of his friends. Katherine immediately cornered him, and got him to agree to shave her pussy. She wanted it shaved so her naked, soon-to-be-painted crotch would be less noticeable for the cheerleading practices starting the next day.

Once it was done, Alan inaugurated the new look with a fresh finger fuck while still in the bathroom. Then Katherine reciprocated with a pleasant blowjob. She pouted, "It's about time already that you ask for me to suck you off."

"But I only woke up a few hours ago," he pointed out.

"Like I said, it's about time already that you ask me to suck you off." They both laughed. She continued more seriously, "Really though. Anytime you want it. Anytime, sweetheart. Don't make me wait."

Alan had began to finger her again when they heard a knock on the door. "I heard some noises. Anyone in there?"

Both of them breathed big sighs of relief. It was only Amy. Lucky, too, the door had a lock and they had locked it. What if it had been Mom or Dad? both Katherine and Alan thought to themselves. They were treading a very dangerous path.

"Uh, yeah, don't come in. I'm in here," said Alan. They both looked around frantically, but they had been so careless that neither of them had come into the bathroom with any clothing. Luckily, there was one big towel that hung on a rack, so Alan wrapped it around his waist. He figured he could walk out in that. There were only hand towels for Katherine.

"Are you in there alone? I thought I heard you whispering to Katherine, too. Isn't she in there?"

"Yeah, I'm in here too," Katherine said, since there was no way to deny it. They had both been whispering up to the moment they heard the knock on the door. Alan and Katherine began to use the water at the bottom of the bathtub to wash their faces and otherwise clean themselves up. Katherine's face dripped with a few gobs of Alan's cum.

"Why are you both in there together?" asked the naive Amy quizzically from the other side of the door.

Alan figured the truth, slightly altered, was the best way to go. "I was helping Katherine shave. She needed my help."

"Can I come in?" asked Amy. "It's hard to talk through the door. And why the whispering? No one else is home."

"Yeah, just a minute." Alan then whispered quietly into Katherine's ear, "We can tell her an innocent version of the painting and the shaving. She'll probably learn about it in a few days, anyway. You could use her as an ally in this little cheerleader control battle."

He got out the shaving cream, and covered Katherine's pussy with it. She sat naked in a pool of water on the floor of the bathtub.

Alan, wrapped in a towel and with a razor in his hand, finally opened the door. His hand that was holding the razor also kept his penis pushed safely down between his legs, so it wouldn't create a big bulge in the towel.

"Whoa!" said Amy as she walked in and shut the door. "Hiya. What are you two doing?" Not only was Alan just in a towel, but Katherine was in the bathtub completely nude.

"I'm shaving Katherine's private parts," Alan replied. "It's a long story why. Do you want to hear it?"

"Sure," said Amy happily. "I love stories."

He briefly explained how Katherine had forgotten her panties and how he had to paint her underwear on that Friday. He skipped over the part about repeatedly fingering Katherine or how he watched her with binoculars. Then he realized he didn't really have an explanation why she had to keep her pussy bare for the next week.

"So then," he said as he winged it, "um, it turns out the reason why Katherine forgot to wear her underwear was because she lost them. So we special-ordered another pair, but they won't be ready until next week. In the meantime, we thought she should keep doing this paint thing until the new underwear comes in. It's really no big deal. Happens all the time. Do you remember how, who was it, Demi Moore, had a painted-on suit on a magazine cover a few years back?"

"Yeah, I think so. But why not just wear different underwear?" asked Amy.

Good question, thought Alan. "Ummmm.... Because we went shopping and we couldn't find any other ones that were the same shape and size. You know how they're a special size. You can't find that any more, especially in black."

He made up the special size part and everything else, but Amy seemed to completely believe the absurd explanation.

"Oh," was her only reaction. "So why are you shaving her now?"

"Well, the one problem on Friday was that we thought her hair down there might be showing. So if it's smooth, then nobody will notice the paint job."

"Wow, that's really weird," said Amy. "You're really brave, Katherine. I hope I never lose my cheerleader underwear! Then I'll have to run around without any panties all that time! That would be scary!" She unconsciously grabbed at her crotch.

"Yeah, it's scary," Katherine replied. "It would be really embarrassing if anyone found out. Do you promise to not tell anyone a single thing, or mention this to anyone unless it's just us three?"

"Sure! I've been good with the secret about the bet, haven't I? All these secrets about panties lately – it's funny!"

Amy laughed, and Alan and Katherine forced themselves to laugh along. They got a little sloppier about keeping the noise down, now that Amy confirmed the coast was still clear.

Then Amy said, "So does that mean you're completely smooth down there?"

"I sure am," said Katherine. "Alan was just finishing. Would you like to see it?"

"M'kay!" said Amy. She clapped her hands together in happiness.

Katherine wiped the shaving cream away.

"Wow!" said Amy. "I've never seen anything like that before. Mine is really hairy."

"It feels really different," said Katherine. "Would you like to feel it?"

"Can I?" Amy asked. Katherine nodded, and Amy took off her socks and stepped into the tub. She wore shorts and a T-shirt.

Amy began to rub her fingers over Katherine's pussy. "It feels so smooth..." she said. "I think I like it better than mine. Mine is too hairy!"

Amy pulled her hand away. "Why did you stop rubbing, Amy?" asked Katherine, as if she was offended. "Didn't you say you wanted to touch it?"

Amy put her hand back on and began to rub it some more. "Yeah, but I thought we weren't supposed to touch there. My parents told me I'm not allowed to touch myself there, like, at all!"

Alan cut in and pointed, "Remember what I told you before. The rules Suzanne has given you don't apply to close friends like me and Katherine. She's trying to protect you from strangers."

Katherine added, "So if you want to keep rubbing, I don't mind at all. Especially that little nub at the top. Make sure to rub that a lot. Did your parents say why you shouldn't touch yourself?"

"No, I don't remember. I just remember they said that it was bad. Very bad." She finally stopped rubbing.

"That's because of all the hair," said Katherine. She felt very naughty and enjoyed the small white lies. "You've heard about STDs - sexually transmittable diseases - haven't you?"

"Yes," said Amy bashfully.

"That's how they often get transmitted, by things living in the hair. So if you touch your hairy pussy, you might get sick. But since I'm shaved I don't have that problem."

"Ooh, that sounds great! I want to get shaved too! Alan, can you shave me? Please? Pretty please?"

Alan considered the idea. He began to feel pretty naughty too. We shouldn't really be taking advantage of Amy like this; she's so innocent. But the thought came out weakly and without conviction. And what if we get caught? With the three of us in here, it would really be trouble! But I'm sure that no one will be back for at least two hours.

He answered, "Okay, but just a minute. I have to get some more stuff." He ran to his room and got some clothing. He also had Katherine go and get some clothing from her room.

He also had to get more shaving cream, so by the time he got back, Amy had already taken off all of her clothes and stood there smiling and completely buck naked. "I didn't want her to get her shirt wet in the tub," said Katherine, barely suppressing a knowing giggle.

Actually, she wasn't completely naked, as Katherine pointed out. "I also had her put on some of my high heeled shoes, as you know it's pretty standard procedure to wear high heeled shoes when shaving a pussy." Again, she could barely suppress a snicker.

Alan replied with a perfectly straight face, "Good thing you remembered that. Of course you can't do it without the heels."

Alan had seen Amy naked before as she was quickly changing, but now he could stare at her as long as he liked. Amy really did have a hairy pussy, Alan realized, much more so than Katherine's. He had her sit on the rim of the bathtub, and put her feet on the dry floor on the other side of the tub. Being in the tub wasn't really necessary, but Katherine still sat in the shallow water and looked like she didn't want to move.

Alan got down on his knees and took a good, close look at Amy's bush. He decided, again, that it needed a good, solid fucking, but today wasn't the time, given that people might come home. But no reason not to have a little fun, right? He covered her pussy with shaving cream, and prepared to shave with the razor.

He had to figure out an excuse to put his hand in her pussy. He just couldn't resist exploring. "Um, Amy, sometimes shaving can make a woman break out in a rash. You can get red and bumpy all over. Especially the first time, it can happen a lot. You can also get a rash on the inside of your pussy, which is really bad, 'cos you may not even notice it. So while I shave, I think its best if I check the inside of your pussy with my fingers to see if any bumps are developing. If they are, then we'll have to stop for a while. Is that okay with you?"

Alan half expected Amy to say, "What do you take me for, a complete idiot?" But she just said "M'kay!" in a happy, singsong voice.

So with one hand he began to finger her pussy, and with the other he began to shave. He noticed Katherine sitting behind Amy, where she obviously found it difficult to prevent herself from bursting into laughter.

"I don't want to cut you," Alan continued, "so whatever you do, don't move a muscle. Don't even turn your head. Keep your eyes closed, too." Amy immediately closed her eyes.

Katherine took that as an all-clear sign, and began to lewdly finger herself. With one hand she roughly ran her hands over her boobs and nipples, and with the other she plunged four fingers deeply in and out of her pussy.

From Alan's viewpoint, he could see every detail of what his sister did, but Amy was totally oblivious. If she even opened her eyes, she was likely to look in the mirror and see Katherine's wanton display a mere foot or two behind her. But she kept her eyes closed. Alan counted on the fact that Amy was extremely obedient.

Alan had gotten incredibly aroused at abusing Amy's trust. He knew it was wrong, but he just couldn't help himself. Underneath the towel, his penis hung straight out between his legs towards Amy. In effect, his penis was completely unencumbered with only a towel lying slightly above it, but he didn't have enough hands to keep shaving, fingering Amy, and massage himself too. He tried to stimulate his penis by rubbing it between his legs, without much success.

Katherine saw his predicament and helped out by taking over the shaving duties for a while, so he could focus more on fingering.

After many minutes, they nearly finished shaving Amy. Katherine returned to fingering herself in the bathtub. Alan constantly ran his fingers around the inside walls of her pussy, as if he was really checking for bumps. He also pushed his fingers as far back as they could go, as if checking for the really hard to reach bumps.

Finally, Amy said, "Can I say something?" She managed to say that while barely moving her lips.

"Yes, but don't move your mouth," said Alan.

She murmured, "Can we stop for a minute? I'm having a really hard time not moving. I think it's your checking for bumps. It's making me all shaky."

"All right, I'll stop, but keep your eyes closed and keep still." He realized this was for the best, since it was obvious Amy was about to climax. That was something Katherine had just done a minute or two earlier, and fairly noisily, too.

"Tell me, Amy," said Alan. "Have you ever masturbated?"

"No, but I've heard about it though," she replied brightly. "What's it like?" At that both Alan and Katherine couldn't resist laughing out loud.

Finally, Alan responded, "It's somewhat like checking for bumps. But it's kind of different."

"Oh. Well then I think I'll like it," she said, innocently.

"I think we can continue, so keep still," Alan finally said. "I believe I'm done shaving, but before we finish, we need to check again for bumps. The allergic-type reaction can often be delayed some minutes after the shaving is done, so it's good to keep checking for bumps for some time."

"M'kay. I'll try to keep still," said Amy out of the corners of her mouth, "But it's really hard when you check for bumps."

"Do your best," Alan said. "Now that I'm not shaving, it's okay if you have to move around some, but definitely keep your eyes closed no matter what."

He began to finger her again, more vigorously this time. Since that only took up one hand, he slipped the other underneath his towel and massaged his very ready penis. He would have shot his load long ago already, except for the fact that it had already received so much attention earlier in the day, between both Suzanne and Katherine.

Katherine also started to masturbate herself again as well. Amy soon began to wiggle her ass around in response to Alan's fingers.

"That's okay, Amy, move around if you have to, but don't even think of opening your eyes!" He added this last part because his towel had now fallen off of him completely and he was masturbating himself a mere foot or two away from her with the hand not "checking for bumps."

Finally he could take it no more and, as he shot his load, Alan pointed his penis towards the ground. The cum landed all over the bathroom floor. He then took some shaving cream and splattered it on the ground as well. He figured that Amy would just mistake the cum for more of the cream.

When he saw that his sister had reached another climax a minute later, he said, "Okay, I think we're done." He wrapped the towel around his waist again.

"Done?" said Amy, eyes still closed. "Are you sure you don't need to check for any more bumps? I had a really interesting feeling. I think it may be really good if you check for bumps a little more - at least another minute!"

Amy's pussy leaked a lot of juice, and obviously she was right on the verge of climax again. Her pussy lips were distended and had darkened considerably in color as the blood had rushed to her groin from the constant stimulation of Alan's fingers. Her pussy smell wafted into the air and filled Alan's nostrils.

"Are you feeling flush and tingly?" Alan asked.

"Oh yes! Very flush, and very tingly!"

"I'm afraid you may be getting the allergic reaction," he explained. "Sometimes it doesn't just manifest itself with bumps but there are other symptoms. When that happens it's important to check for bumps even more vigorously. We'll do that in a few minutes. In the meanwhile, let me clean up the last of the shaving cream..." - he wiped her pussy and thighs of her juices - "and you can check out your new look! Oh yes," he said almost to himself as he remembered that her eyes were still closed, "Open your eyes now."

Amy opened her eyes and walked in front of the bathroom mirror. "Wow," she exclaimed, "Neat!" The shaved pussy made her look more like the big-titted, wide-hipped jailbait that she already was.

"It looks great!" said Katherine. She lifted her naked and wet body out of the bathtub, bent over towards Amy's pussy, and asked, "Can I touch it now?"

"Sure!" said Amy.

"Feels smooth..." cooed Katherine as she ran her fingers over it.

"Does that mean I can touch myself down there now?" asked Amy.

"Yes. But keep it a secret okay? Everything in here today is a secret."

"M'kay!"

"That reminds me," said Katherine. "I think it's time we check for more bumps. Don't you think, Brother?"

"Yes. Definitely. Why don't you help her out this time," he suggested.

Katherine began to thrust two fingers into Amy. She gave him a knowing look from behind Amy's back, and playfully motioned with her free hand that he should take his towel off.

"Make sure to check all the hard-to-reach places," he added helpfully. Then to Amy he said, "You can keep your eyes open now if you want, Amy. In fact, now that you've shaved your pussy, you'll need help shaving it in the future. As you can see, it's a two- or even three-person operation. You have to keep it very closely shaved, and each time, it's important to check for bumps, especially since you were feeling flush and tingly. You can have Katherine or myself help you out anytime. Especially for a newly shaven pussy, it's important to shave it at least a few times a week."

"Y-y-yes," replied a very horny Amy. Her big boobs jiggled and shook along with the rest of her body, which made Alan start to think of excuses to play with them as well.

After a minute or two, Alan asked, "Little Sister, how is it going there? Have you found any bumps?" Amy was wildly rotating her hips around by this point.

"Well, Very Big Brother, funny you should..."

But Alan never got to hear if the elusive bumps had been found, or figure out a way to play with Amy's boobs right then, because at that moment he just managed to hear the sound of the garage door opening. He interrupted his sister and said, "I just realized, I have to go. You two, take your clothes and immediately go to Katherine's room. I'll clean up here."

When Amy's back was turned, Alan frantically pointed towards the garage, and Katherine got the message that a parent had returned.

They managed to wrap everything up without suspicion. Alan took a shower, to better cover their tracks. Even though it could only have been his mother at that hour, he was still shaken by how close they'd come to being caught.

CHAPTER 2

Katherine most certainly ignored all boundaries and pushed things as far as she could. A case in point happened that evening. While Katherine and Alan ate dinner, talking and facing each other, Susan and her husband Ron were engaged in another conversation at the head of the table. Katherine reached out to the bowl of fruit in the middle of the table and grabbed a banana. She unpeeled it and started to lick it, instead of biting into it.

Katherine had toyed already with seductively eating phallic shaped food on several occasions, but it stopped when Susan had her change of heart. Now, for the first time, she dared to be so seductive with her father sitting only one chair away.

That was far too risky for Alan. He kicked her in the shins underneath the table, at first lightly and then more vigorously, until she stopped.

But rather than give up altogether, she completely unpeeled the banana and put it on her plate. Periodically throughout the meal, when she thought her parents weren't looking, she would pick the banana up again and lick it just like a penis, even focusing on where the sensitive spot would be. She would give up in the face of renewed kicking by Alan, and then the process would start all over again. It kept Alan on edge throughout the meal, in more ways than one.

When Susan and Ron finished eating and went to the kitchen, Katherine and Alan stayed behind. Katherine picked up the banana again and nearly deep throated it.

But Alan urgently whispered, "Stop that right now. Are you fucking insane? For the love of God will you please stop and promise me you'll never do it again?"

"Never? Don't you like it?" She pulled it out of her mouth but kept licking.

Had he been truthful, he would have said he loved it but also hated it. Not wanting to encourage her, he avoided the question. "At least never when Dad's around, okay? Please?"

She paused in her licking and asked, "And in return I get what?"

"Aside from not going to prison or get killed by Dad, I'll owe you one."

"If you promise to do any favor I say, I'll keep my word."

"Okay, but just one favor."

She stopped and smiled. "Excellent. That means I won't have to just practice on bananas."

"What's that dear? Something about practice?" Susan walked back into the dining room with a plate full of cookies for dessert. She had caught Katherine's last few words.

Katherine replied deftly, "Yes. I was just telling Alan here that the way Heather makes the cheerleader practice go on and on drives me bananas."

Susan just smiled a sweet motherly smile. "That Heather," she tut-tutted. Alan nearly had a cardiac arrest though. He thanked the powers that be that his mother was so sexually oblivious.

The two siblings got up and went about cleaning the house, because the Plummers planned a big after-dinner party that very evening. About twenty guests were invited. They typically threw a party like this every time Ron returned home, which meant they had parties only a couple times a year.

The party was otherwise uneventful for Alan's sex life, except for the fact that Suzanne took special note of one particularly buxom woman named Brenda who attended the party.

The next morning, when Suzanne and Susan were alone, Suzanne asked about Brenda. Suzanne had crossed paths with Susan's friend Brenda at some Plummer social events in the past, but hadn't seen her in a while. Susan explained that Brenda had been going through a painful divorce, and so hadn't been doing much socializing. But she appeared to be on the rebound.

"Excellent," Suzanne said, rubbing her hands together.

"Uh-oh," Susan said suspiciously. "Do you have some scheme in mind? You've been known to have a scheme or two in the past, to say the least."

"Not a scheme exactly. I was just thinking that you should invite Brenda over to a lot more social functions, and we should get to know her a lot better."

"May I ask why? She's all right, but not exactly my best friend, since she has a very unpredictable temper."

"Susan, have you taken a look at her? Talk about a knockout! I've literally never seen such a big chest in my life. She's bigger in that area than you or me, and that's saying something."

Susan passed along some old gossip. "Rumor has it those boobs were the top two reasons her millionaire husband married her. But what's your point with her?"

"Alan still needs to be stimulated, mentally and physically, to make his difficult daily quota. You're certainly not helping - I've seen that you've avoided even touching him like the plague. You won't even hug the poor guy!"

Susan suddenly recalled some of her most recent hugs with Alan, when she'd rubbed her tits over practically every inch of his chest. She blushed profusely and tried to bury the thought.

Suzanne noted the reaction but continued, "Brenda's the perfect eye candy for him. So cute and so busty! If we have her around a lot, it will reduce the pressure on us just to have him look at her." Suzanne didn't add that her lesbian side was also very excited by the prospect of being able to look at the Brenda eye candy herself more often.

So Susan made a mental note to invite Brenda to something soon, but was reluctant about it. She was concerned that Alan might find Brenda more attractive than herself. Very few women could even hope to even come close in matching Susan's looks, but Brenda was one of them.

CHAPTER 3

Alan had plenty of reasons to be aroused by Suzanne, Katherine, and Amy. And even though Susan continued to be as prudish as she ever was, his thoughts often returned to her.

That night, as everyone was going to bed, Alan lay in his bed and masturbated to visions of his mother. Normally he was very quiet while going about his business, but he thought about the intense Tuesday they'd shared together, and he got so excited that he couldn't help but moan out loud. As he came close to orgasm, he didn't even realize that he loudly said, "Mother! Yes! Oh, Mom. Oh my God!"

Little did he realize, but his mother happened to be in the bathroom right across the hallway as she shaved her legs just before going to bed. Oh no, my son is calling for help, she thought, and immediately dropped the razor and ran to his room. He was so busy with his orgasm that he didn't even notice when she opened the door and rushed to his bedside.

"Mom! Unh! Oh God!" he cried again.

To his horror, he heard her answer, "I'm here, Tiger! What's wrong?!?"

He looked up and saw her in the darkness. Her eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness yet, so she couldn't see that he lay in bed, naked and without any covers on as he jacked himself off. She'd rushed right up to the edge of the bed and reached out to him right as he began to cum. Normally he'd have grabbed a tissue or towel, but the shock of seeing her turned his brain off, and he simply began to shoot his seed up in the air. Since he'd turned towards his mother, she became the main target, and ropes of cum shot towards her before she knew what was happening.

"Oh God, Alan, NO!" she yelled out as she realized what he was doing, and cum began to fall on her face, chest, stomach, thighs, arms - everywhere. Some missed her altogether and flew in a high arc onto the carpet, because Alan wasn't thinking or directing at all.

"Alan, what are you doing?" she cried, even though by now the answer was obvious.

For a few seconds it seemed to Alan that everything was going in slow motion, as if he was watching a car crash but was unable to stop it. But then suddenly Alan's brain clicked into gear, and he placed his hand over his penis and shot the rest of his load into his hand. It was an usually large load, even for him. At the same time, he cried out, "Sorry! Oh, shit! Mom, I'm so sorry!"

He could see her more clearly in the darkness now. He could only be turned on by the sight of the cum as it dripped off her skin, despite his great shock and shame. It didn't help that she was dressed in nothing but very revealing underwear. Because she stood close by when Alan began to cum, most of it had hit her in the stomach, crotch, and upper thighs.

"Mom, please, please forgive me!" he continued while his penis rapidly deflated. "I didn't know you'd come in - I had no idea!"

She was silent, and at first had no response. Her eyes slowly grew used to the darkness, and she finally could clearly see his penis as his hands now desperately tried to cover it up. Seeing her eyes go to his crotch, he belatedly threw the covers over himself.

She struggled with her emotions. Her wild side wanted to just jump on top of him and do anything and everything to his body. But her prudish side won the internal struggle. She said, "Alan, that was so wrong. You can't keep going on like this! It's over, do you understand?"

"But, Mom, I was just getting some relief. I have to do it some way."

"Yes, but why were you crying my name? You can't be thinking about me when you..."

She stopped because she heard her husband Ron yelling in the hallway. "Darling, you there? Were you calling for me? I thought I heard you calling. Are you coming to bed?"

Both of them thought they were caught for sure. But in her most chipper voice, Susan gamely stated in a loud voice, "I'm in Alan's room, dear. I just stubbed my toe. I'll be along in a minute."

Susan and Alan nervously waited for Ron to open the door. She prayed that in the darkness and with her back to the door, he wouldn't see that she was drenched in her son's cum.

Ron stood outside Alan's door, but he merely said through the door, "Oh. Is everything fine with Alan?" It was highly unusual for her to be in Alan's room this late at night.

"He's fine. He just has a bad muscle cramp and was asking for my advice."

"Try some Ben-Gay, Son, " Ron suggested from the other side of the closed door. "That always helps."

"Th-thanks, Dad!" Alan shouted to the door in a nervous voice. He and Susan waited until they were sure Ron was gone. Alan's heart still pounded in his chest, and he never felt so frightened in his life. He thought, I can't take this. All this sex stuff is so great, but I'm gonna be a teenaged heart attack victim within weeks!

Susan shook with fear and frustration. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "That was too close! What the heck were you thinking, calling out my name like that? What if it was Ron who'd been in the bathroom and came rushing in?"

That made Alan feel even more ashamed. "I'm sorry. I didn't think. I was just thinking about how sexy you look. And your promise. Do you remember your promise? Plus, he's so rarely home that I just plain forgot. I didn't even know I was talking out loud."

"Alan, this has to stop," she stated more firmly. "Please get yourself a girlfriend and soon. Tuesday was a big mistake. Forget the promise." They referred obliquely to Susan's pledge on Tuesday to stroke or suck him every single day, but both were more than aware of which "promise" was meant. "That whole day was my fault. Can we put it behind us, please? Can't we say it never happened? Use some self-control, for crying out loud, or you'll destroy this family!"

"I will. Oh, Mom, I feel so horrible. Please, please forgive me."

"You're forgiven. But don't let it happen again, okay? Now, what the heck am I going to do, covered like this?"

"Here, use a towel," Alan suggested.

She briefly toweled herself off before she rushed across the hallway to the bathroom to clean herself up more thoroughly. In the bathroom she cursed Alan and his close call under her breath.

She made to turn on the water faucet and rinse herself off, but she thought back to her intense Tuesday and all the blowjobs she'd given him, and the wonderful, unforgettable taste of Alan's cum. There still was a good amount of cum on her, here and there. Against her will, she found herself licking up his cum and stuffing it into her mouth.

It's soooo good. I just can't help myself! Thank God Suzanne told me that Alan's cum is extraordinarily unique, or I'd be giving blowjobs to every man I came across. How much of that accident just now was an accident, and how much was I trying to get his cum on me? Or was he trying to get it on me? I'm not sure, but I know that never would have happened before last Tuesday.

She licked up more cum, and moaned with pleasure. Oh God! This is so wrong! Lord, give me strength to stop. Please!

Susan suddenly used both of her hands to splash water all over her face and chest. The cum mostly washed away, and she came to her senses.

Susan left the experience feeling even more determined that she was correct: things had to change. She felt overwhelmingly ashamed at herself and at Alan as she went back to bed and lay next to her husband. She had washed herself thoroughly, but had trouble sleeping, petrified that her husband would detect some funny smell, or see a cum gob on her skin that she'd somehow missed.

CHAPTER 4 (Monday, Oct. 21)

On Monday morning Suzanne began a new effort of pushing Susan's sexuality forward again. It had been five days since Susan declared a new resolve to back off from anything sexual with Alan. She had been extremely restrained, but slowly her resolve weakened, even with her husband Ron newly home. Suzanne figured that she could nudge Susan along until Ron left, and then hopefully by then Susan's willpower would be gone and all barriers would break down completely as soon as he was out the door.

The two mothers did their morning exercises in Susan's nearly professional-quality basement workout room. They were nearly done with their sweaty workout when Suzanne decided to bring up the topic of Alan again.

As Suzanne pedaled on an expensive exercise machine, she said, "Susan, I'm very proud of your decision with Alan. It looks like your new attitude has prevented things from getting out of hand."

"Thanks. I think it's all for the best, too," Susan said happily.

"Just one problem though," Suzanne added, dropping the boom. "Have you seen Alan lately; how he's been behaving?"

"I think I'm aware of my son," Susan said defensively. But then doubt crept in, and she asked, "What do you mean exactly?"

"Have you seen how much he's suffering? I imagine you haven't, 'cos he's been trying to hide it from you, brave soul that he is. It tears me up badly to see him silently suffer like he does."

"Suzanne, what on Earth are you talking about?"

"I've had my suspicions, but he confided in me and now I know how he really feels. Since you changed the atmosphere around here, I'm afraid you may have gone too far. You killed the spirit of sexiness, so now Alan is demoralized, just like when he tried and failed to go out with Christine. You remember how he gave up trying to do his thing for days. But unlike then, he's still trying to do his thing six times a day.

"He barely manages, Susan. It's growing tougher and tougher each day. It takes him forever to get hard, and longer still to reach a conclusion. He's in his room an hour or more sometimes, just trying to get erect. He tells me the porno videos and magazines you bought have done him little for inspiration, since he feels like he's failed in the real world, first with Christine and then upsetting you."

"Oh my! I had no idea!" said a very concerned Susan. She thought back to her run in with Alan the night before, and imagined him lying in bed for hours, unable to get excited. She worried that what happened then would make it even more difficult for him to properly masturbate.

In actual fact, Suzanne was making all of this up and knew Alan didn't suffer at all, though she didn't realize the extent of what had happened between Alan and Katherine. She was quite pleased with how Susan was swallowing the story hook, line, and sinker.

"Yes, it's bad," Suzanne continued. "Maybe man just wasn't meant to climax six times a day. Certainly that would be an impressive achievement for a married man or someone with a serious girlfriend, but can you imagine how it must be for someone who still hasn't even kissed a girl? To do it every single day? I don't know how much longer he'll be able to go on. Perhaps he'll have to stop the treatment and take the other option. You know, the pill treatment that will give him breasts like a woman, God forbid."

"Oh no! Anything but that!" Susan moaned. Both of them had stopped pedaling by now, in response to the seriousness of the discussion. "What can we do? We can't very well have things like they were before. I was out of control, Suzanne. Honestly out of control. If Ron knew what I did last Tuesday, I think I would just die and certainly be divorced. Or he would kill me. And with him here, we can't even make things a little bit sexy. He'd find it really bizarre. I don't want him to start asking questions. I already feel like I've committed a crime and have to cover it up. How horrible!"

"I know, I know. It's bad," Suzanne commiserated. "But there's always a solution. The problem is with you and this house, right? What if I took care of him from time to time some place outside the house? One session where I get really sexy could keep him going for days."

"I don't know, Suzanne," Susan said more than a little bit doubtfully. "I appreciate the offer, I really do. But..." Susan began to fish for objections - "what we really need to do is find him a true girlfriend. You don't want him to think of you as his de facto girlfriend, do you? After all, you're a married woman, too, and twice his age!"

"I know. Don't remind me of either of those facts - I don't know which one I dislike more. But Alan's going to fall off of his schedule within days, and there's no chance of him finding a girlfriend in that time. So what to do?"

"I don't know," Susan replied, worried. "Let me think about it. I'll think about your offer, too. But I hope there's another solution."

"So do I," Suzanne lied. "It's not like I want to be catering to him hand and foot in this weird way. In the meantime, if you could be more supportive, that would help."

Susan gravely nodded.

Suzanne was a bit surprised that Susan didn't accept her suggestion to meet Alan outside the house. The real reason Susan didn't like it was that she felt possessive of Alan. In her heart of hearts she still wanted to be the one Alan would turn to for a cocksucking or handjob, and didn't want him to develop a strong crush on Suzanne. This completely clashed with her new moralism, but she unconsciously felt that way just the same. And she had a concern that with Suzanne and Alan getting sexual outside the home and with no one to drop in on them, they'd be fucking before long. That, in fact, was Suzanne's exact plan. But another part of Susan's brain thought she should just let go and let Suzanne have her way.

CHAPTER 5

When Alan woke up on Monday, the main thing on his mind was the thought of painting Katherine's butt and pussy again, and painting Kim's as well. Every day for the past few days, something had put him in close proximity with his sister's pussy. First he'd watched her frig herself, then he put suntan lotion on it, then he painted it, then rubbed it with a brush and soap, then fingered it at the movies, then shaved it and fingered it some more. And now today he was sure that things would continue or go even further, even with Kim there.

What mental barriers he and his sister still had against incestuous fucking were rapidly collapsing. Katherine was doing everything she could to help speed that collapse. For instance, after Alan took his morning shower, he heard his sister call for him from within her room. So he went in to see what she wanted. She lay nude on the floor, on top of the clothes she had set out to wear for school.

"Alan, I was just changing my clothes, but I suddenly got soooo tired. I need some help putting them on. I've got an energy problem too. With my energy problem, you're going to have to give me six orgasms a day from now on to get my energy back," she joked.

"Katherine, what's come over you?" Alan said. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the display, but he worried about both of his parents milling about the house.

Katherine stared him in the eyes intently and replied, "You. You're what's come over me. I love you, Big Brother." She ran her hands all over her freshly shaved pussy. She dropped her seriousness, and giggled, "You could cum over me, but I'd rather you cum inside of me." She moaned needfully and suggestively, "I need your love!"

"I love you too, but there's a right way and a wrong way to express that. Now please get dressed! There's a right time and a wrong time to be sexy, too. I've really got to go." He left the room.

The incident hardly surprised him or freaked him out. Strange things happened to him on such a regular basis now, that he had learned to take it all in stride. In class later that day, he found to his surprise that he could temporarily put these types of incidents out of his mind, and somewhat focus on his classes.

The only exception was his fourth period class with Ms. Rhymer. He looked at her and the thought about what he might do in the supply room with his sister mere minutes after the class was over made him a total space case again. Ms. Rhymer, again, motioned for him to speak with her after class, but this time he just said, "Can't today, gotta run," and flew out the door.

He had all the painting supplies prepared already, and this time he used his own copy of the key to unlock the door. Katherine and Kim both eyed him from a distance as he entered the closet and made their way in one by one shortly thereafter.

Kim was the last to enter the closet within the supply room, and as soon as she did, Alan said, with a big smile on his face, "Hi, Kim, my name is Alan. Now get naked." Of course he didn't have to put it that way, but he was in a good mood. He felt like letting it all hang out today, both literally and figuratively.

Katherine had the same attitude. She cuddled up next to him and said, "What about me, Brother? Don't you want your sister to get all naked, too?"

"It's not necessary yet."

She exaggeratedly pouted, "But would you mind? Wearing all this clothing is chafing my skin! It could cause permanent damage!"

"Oh, all right." It occurred to Alan that Suzanne had delighted in complaining about "chafing." "But remember, we have to act quickly, especially as there are two of you to paint. Oh, and Sis, last time we were silly trying to keep the skirt up all the time. It's easier if you both just take the skirts off."

Katherine took off her skirt, and Kim did, too. Alan was surprised to see that Kim also pulled her top up over her boobs to show that she didn't wear a bra. He also noted that she seemed a bit nervous despite her willingness to bare her body.

Alan noticed that Kim's pussy was shaved, too. That, plus her thin hips and smallish boobs (by his standards), made her look even younger than she was. Damn. Talk about someone who looks like jailbait, Alan thought. I must be committing some crime here, for sure.

He looked at his sister and added to himself, Several crimes at once, probably. But he was resolved to do the painting anyway.

Katherine noticed him staring at Kim's crotch and said, "You can see she's shaved for the paint job already. Don't worry, I made a special arrangement to meet with Kim before school today, and the two of us had a nice, long talk. We decided it would be more fun if we both went without underwear for the whole day, in case you're wondering why we didn't need to take them off. I told her all about my unnatural lust for my big brother, and she's perfectly fine with it."

Alan was horrified. "What? You told her that? Kim, it's not true, in fact..."

"Chill out," Katherine interrupted. "I only told her the details 'cos she already guessed the rest on Friday. Mostly because she noticed you watching for glimpses of my pussy with your binoculars."

"Oops," said Alan, nearly speechless.

Katherine continued, "But don't worry, she's the only one with a clue about this, 'cos I told her you were the painter. Anyway, I was saying that in fact, judging from just how wet her dripping pussy was in the girl's bathroom this morning, I think it's safe to say that the idea of you and me together gets her quite hot. Wouldn't you agree, Kim?"

"Definitely! Go for it, you two," Kim replied enthusiastically.

"What, you mean like this?" Katherine leaned up and kissed Alan right on the mouth. Soon their tongues were enmeshed, and their hands ran all over each other. Alan's hands quickly found his sister's naked ass.

It occurred to Alan as he kissed and fondled that not only was this his first kiss with his sister, but this was his first mouth-to-mouth kiss, period. It also occurred to him that was because this was on the other side of the boundaries which had been drawn by his mother. Even at the movies on Saturday night they had somehow refrained from serious kissing. He reluctantly pulled his sister away. He was disappointed at how unromantic his first kiss was. Erotic, yes, but not romantic. Katherine didn't even realize it was his first kiss, and he decided not to mention anything about it. He didn't want to admit just how sexually inexperienced he was.

"Katherine!" he chided as he gasped for air. "What about boundaries? Don't you remember the boundaries?"

"What do you think about boundaries?" Katherine asked Kim, who still did nothing but stand there nearly naked.

"I say: fuck the boundaries," she replied.

"You hear that, Bro?" Katherine still held him tight. "I think we have to take her advice very seriously. Especially the suggestion to fuck." She giggled.

"Let's talk about this later," Alan replied nervously as he pulled away from the hug. He was well aware that time was wasting. "We've got less than forty minutes to paint the both of you. Let me start with Kim since I think I can do Katherine pretty quickly."

"I hope that when you 'do me,' you'll take your time," Katherine shot back, and giggled.

Facing Kim's butt, Alan began painting. At the same time, he asked his sister, "By the way, Sis, speaking of painting, did you paint that top on? Your nipples are soooo noticeable."

"You noticed!" she said, delighted. "I'm not wearing a bra, and when I see you my nipples always turn into hard little erasers. But I've also pulled the top tight in the back to stretch the fabric and get you even more horny."

Kim said in response to this, "You two really need to get a room, seriously. Both of you are like dogs in heat. You're so ready to go. Basically, I'm a dyke, but just thinking about you two is so damn nasty that it gets me all worked up. I've heard about incest, but I never thought I'd see it up close."

"It's not incest, she's helping me out with a valid medical problem," said Alan in a hurt voice.

Kim guffawed out loud. "Medical problem? That's a good one! I have a boner and have to stick in my sister for relief! That's hilarious. You're not serious, are you?"

Alan wanted to tell her about his real medical diagnosis, but remembered that he shouldn't tell anyone else. It appeared his sister had kept the secret well, also. He also further realized just how silly it would sound if he did give his medical story. Now that I think about it, the whole thing does sound completely absurd. Was that really my diagnosis, or was it some kind of weird scam?!? To what purpose would the doctor lie? How would he gain from it, except for a few more appointments? Or did we take a valid medical thing and turn it into something twisted and sexual? What would Dr. Fredrickson think if he could see me now?

But he was distracted from further thoughts because Kim added, "You know, I'm getting so horny watching you two that I want to pleasure myself. Would that interfere with your painting?"

Alan worked on the top of Kim's butt. "Not at the moment, but it will later."

"Okay, fine, tell me when I have to stop." She began to slap her fingers in and out of her pussy with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other.

Behind him, he heard his sister say, "Big Brother, could you stand up for a second?" She'd always called him "Big Brother," but lately she did it much more than before, and usually emphasized the word "big."

He reflexively stood up before thinking to ask why she wanted him to. Katherine immediately pulled his shorts and underwear down to his knees.

"That's better. You can sit back down now," she said. He did.

"I think we already need to reward Alan for his work," Katherine said as she reached around his waist and began to jack him off.

"You two are so hot!" said Kim. "Just looking at you do that almost makes me want to give a penis a try."

"It's never too late to start," encouraged Katherine. "I'm not too picky about sharing his marvelous cock, as long as he knows where to stick it when he gets back home at night."

"Hey, I don't stick it anywhere when I get back home at night!"

"That's your problem, Bro. Are you beginning to get the subtle signal that I wouldn't exactly mind? Fuck the boundaries already! Don't you know I wouldn't mind if you stuck your meaty schlong up and deep into the very center of my body and pounded me over and over again, every night and every day? Not only that, but you said yesterday that you owe me a big one, that you'd do any favor for me. The big one you owe me is in your pants, very BIG Brother, and I command you to fuck me with it as my favor."

Her hands flew fast over his penis now, and she leaned forward in the very tiny room and rubbed her boobs against his back. When she stopped talking she began to nibble on his ears, only because she couldn't kiss him on the mouth from her position.

He stopped painting (not that he got a lot accomplished so far), stood up, turned around, and held Katherine's shoulders. "You're making me so horny, I can't stand it any more. Okay, I admit it: I wouldn't exactly mind, either. And you do have me over the barrel on owing you one, dammit. But just 'cos we might want to do it doesn't mean we SHOULD do it. For one thing, we'll get caught. Can't we at least wait until Dad goes overseas again before we talk about this?"

Katherine just wanted to fuck, not talk. She simply and poutily answered "No," then kissed him passionately on the mouth.

Finally, he pulled away again. "How can I finish the painting? Cool it down, okay? People might hear. Someone might walk into this room at this very moment!" That thought drastically cooled his passions.

He turned around and began painting again. "Sorry Kim," he said, "my sister is so horny that I think the only solution is to lock her up."

"Given that she's now my sex slave, that can be arranged," Kim responded wryly.

"Oh no, not you too. Don't encourage her!" said Alan. They all laughed. Katherine again reached around Alan from behind to fondle his prick some more.

"I'm sorry," said Katherine, "but I'm just so excited. Big Bro, do you realize what you just said? You admitted that you want to do it. Do the nasty! How sweet! How can you expect me not to cream all over when you say that? Now we don't have to play games anymore. You're going to deflower me! It's only a matter of finding the right place and not getting caught."

"There's no way," said Alan, still worried. "It's too risky. I'm only agreeing 'cos I'm temporarily insane since you're playing with my penis." He began to focus more on the painting. It wasn't easy, between his sister's hands on his penis and Kim frigging herself mere inches from his face.

"Oh, Alan!" Katherine said swooningly. "We're going to do it! I can't wait!"

She momentarily took her hands off of his tool. She took her top off, then took his T-shirt off. Then she leaned into him, and rubbed her naked boobs up and down the skin of his back. It was the best she could do from her awkward position behind him, but it still made him feel great, especially as she soon put her fingers back on his penis.

Alan put the brush down. "Kim, I'm done with the butt. Don't ask me how." He realized he was in danger of shooting his jism all over her, but kept trying to focus on the paint job. "You can turn around." She turned.

"Katherine, you have to stop that, or I'm going to... going to... Oh shit! I'm losing it! Let go!"

With Katherine behind him and school supplies from wall to wall, there was no safe place to dump his load of cum. He leaned forward towards Kim's legs, which already were only inches from the tip of his penis, and began to squirt into his hands and onto one of her legs. When Katherine realized his penis had started to spurt, she increased the speed of her stroking and gripped his rod even tighter. "Sorry!" he said to Kim, as it all came out.

Kim had never actually seen a penis cum before, so the sight of Alan's big shaft spurting stream after stream of cum was a thrilling sight for her. As his hot cum splattered onto her leg a tingle of excitement shot through her whole body.

When it all ended and he calmed down a bit, he said "Sorry!" again. "Normally I'm not like this."

"I hope not," said Kim, "'cos you two are like walking orgasms. Every second I've seen you two together, you've been horny and just getting hornier and hornier. It's too much for a little girl like me to take!" She reached down and scooped up some of his cum off of her leg. Alan was embarrassed at being so horny with his sister around Kim, but Katherine wasn't.

"So this is what semen is, huh?" Kim said as she put it up to her mouth. "I'll have to try some new things if I have any hope of keeping up with you two. I had a couple of boyfriends, but I never let them get far. I guess it was just for show as a cover for my like of girls..." She put the sperm in her mouth, and contemplated the taste. "Not bad. Not bad at all. Does all semen taste like this, Katherine?"

"No, his is very special. A woman who has fucked dozens of men said Alan's was the best she ever tasted, hands down. Why don't you drink it straight from the source?"

"Katherine!" said an incredulous Alan. "You've been talking to..." he was about to say Suzanne, but cut himself off at the last second as he wasn't sure that name was something Kim should know. "You've been talking to that woman about the taste of my cum?"

"You'd be surprised what us women talk about sometimes," Katherine replied, sufficiently vaguely.

"Sounds like Alan is having all sorts of fun," Kim commented. "But why don't we get on with the painting, now that you two are done? Or is touching my pussy going to make you lose it again, Alan?"

"No, I'm good. In fact, I can not only paint you..." - he began painting again and started on her front - "I can even do this at the same time." He began to finger Kim's pussy with his free hand. "We need to make your pussy lips puff up as much as possible, so I can paint them all. I wonder if Michelangelo ever had to do this, to finish one of his paintings," he chuckled.

However, to Katherine's great disappointment, Alan's penis was still down for the count after he shot his seed onto Kim's leg. Since Katherine was naked already, she stood up and, sure that she was in full view of Kim in the very claustrophobic space, began to finger herself. She began to pinch one of her nipples as well.

Kim said, "God, you two are nonstop sex addicts, and good at school, to boot! Especially you, Alan. How do you do both?"

"I'm not a good student anymore," Alan replied ruefully. "I WAS up until a few weeks ago. That's when I began my descent into debauchery. Same with Katherine. If this keeps up, it's just a matter of time until we're both expelled or flunked out. God, just think if someone came into the supply room right now. Dang! I have no idea how frequently this room is used. It could be used all the time, and then they'd hear us in here! Look at how we look right now. What would we do if someone came in?"

"Don't worry, Big Bro," said Katherine. "Between the three of us, we've got our bases covered. If it's a man, Kim and I fuck him in return for silence, and if it's a woman, you do."

"Oh yeah, right. You're so sexed up you can't tell fantasy from reality. And what if it's, like, a gay man, or an old person, or something? Or a couple of people? And even if your plan worked, what of the consequences? For starters, I wouldn't want a strange man to have sex with you. We've got to get our act together or we'll be in jail or something before long."

"All right, I admit we have to get our act together a bit," Katherine conceded. "But today's been such a unique day. You know, you admitting that you're going to fuck me and all. And it's so cute that you're possessive of me!" she gushed happily.

He ignored her last comment and said, "I haven't exactly agreed to that! By the way, Kim, I'm done with the front now. Sorry, I'm going to have to stop fingering you. I like how you shaved, by the way. Is that new, for today?"

Kim answered, "I've shaved it before, a while back, but it's newly done for today. Hurry up and do that part so I can get my fingers back in there!"

"Sorry, bad news," Alan said. "You'll have to let it dry for at least the next twenty minutes."

Kim couldn't believe it. "Oh yeah, like that'll ever happen, with you two carrying on just inches away from me!"

Alan said commandingly, "All right, we have to stop the hijinks, both of you. We're running out of time. I haven't even started painting my sister yet, and this paint job has to dry."

CHAPTER 6

Alan finally finished painting Kim, and turned towards Katherine. She stood less than a foot behind him, totally naked now. She was lost in the throes of erotic ecstasy.

Alan tried to get his sister's attention. "HellooOOOooo! Anyone there? Did you hear what I said about you having to stop? Could you take your hand out of your pussy for one minute?"

"I'm sorry," said Katherine as she slowly came back to the here-and-now. "It's just that I was thinking about the different ways and places you're going to fuck me. Maybe we can even do it this afternoon!"

"I've got to paint you, okay? Turn around and calm down. Put your hands up behind your head, and keep them off of your body!" He began with her butt. Rivers of her juices rolled down her legs.

With her butt right in his face Alan noticed what a beautiful, well-shaped bottom Katherine had. As many times as he had seen it, he had never truly appreciated what a great ass it was. He could smell her pussy, too, and the combination of her beautiful ass, flowing pussy juices, and the aroma of sex which exuded from between her legs made his penis begin to twitch again.

She obeyed his command. "I'm trying to calm down, but it's hard when I'm in a vulnerable position like this with my hands behind my head. I feel like I'm under arrest."

That gave her an idea, and she continued in a helpless voice, "Officer Alan, please don't hurt me! ... What's that? You have to do a full body cavity search because I was driving over the speed limit? With me naked like this by the side of a busy highway? ... Don't you trust your sister? ... Well okay, if you have to, but why are you taking off your pants? ... You're going to probe my cavities with that? It's so big!"

"Okay, okay, enough already," Alan grumbled, turned on though he was. "How can I work with you going on like that?"

Katherine grumbled, too. "Shucks. I was just getting to the good part in the story, officer. Please continue with your probing, anyway."

"And I'm supposed to keep calm when you two are like this?!?" said Kim in exasperation.

"Are you? Calm? Dry?" asked Alan.

"For now, but barely." Kim replied.

After having Katherine calm down for a couple of minutes, Alan found that he was nearly done painting her butt. He finally turned her around and started to work on her other side.

"Alan," Katherine said softly, "I'm pretty mellow now. Have you given any thought to my afternoon idea?"

"Where would we do it? We can't even begin to think about it until Dad is gone."

"What about this room? We could come here after school just a few hours from now!"

Alan considered that for a moment, but concluded, "This room is not perfect at all. For one thing, with all the shelves and supplies there's barely room for three people to stand up. There's no room to lie down properly at all, on the cold, dirty floor. You don't want to do it standing up, do you?"

"I don't care, I'll do it with you standing, sitting, lying, whatever. All of the above! I know... We could get out of this closet and do it on the floor of the next room! In fact, why even wait until after school? We still have at least twenty minutes, and I'm sure Kim would like to watch."

Alan momentarily addressed Kim. "Don't mind my sister. She's gone totally insane. Yeah, getting caught doing my sister on the cold concrete floor during lunch sounds really enticing. I can just imagine being led away through crowds of our friends with handcuffs on."

He turned to his sister and said, "Why don't we just do it out in the hallway to make sure we'll get caught?"

"Okay, so maybe it's not the best idea," Katherine conceded. "I guess we're screwed for now. Or not screwed yet, as the case may be," she giggled. "But I'll think of something."

"I know the perfect place," volunteered Kim.

"You do?" said both Katherine and Alan at the same time. Alan swiveled his head around to face her.

"Yes. Perfect privacy and security. My house!"

"Your house?" was all Alan could say in shock. He was pleased but also scared that the incestuous idea had become increasingly real and possible so suddenly.

"Yeah, you two are, like... I dunno, so inspiring or something... It's so sexy... I wanna help. Katherine, I wish I could find someone I was half that excited about, guy or girl. Anyways, I live with just my mom, and she's ALWAYS at work at least until six, usually seven. I mean she's literally never come home before that, and even if she did, I'm on the second floor and we would hear her car coming up the driveway."

Alan resumed painting again. He was absolutely determined to finish, no matter what. Katherine on the other hand bounced up and down in excitement, which forced him to pause.

Kim smiled kindly. "Given that I'm supposed to treat you like a sex slave, Katherine, I'm being way too nice. Maybe I'm not just cut out to be the cruel master type. Anyways, I do have one condition. Your first time should be special with just the two of you alone. But after that, you can keep using my house, but only if I can join in."

"Join in?" Katherine asked in surprise. "Even with Alan?"

"Hrm. I don't know about me being with him, but I figure if I ever have a perfect opportunity to give an exciting man a try, here's my chance. I have to admit his finger felt pretty good in me just now, even if he was just doing it as part of the painting job. I guess a finger is a finger, and I've always liked strap on dildos, too. So trying a penis might be... interesting. If I'm not into it, I still have you, Katherine, and Alan and I can keep you busy at both ends."

Alan had stopped painting again, and his mind just boggled. "How can anybody turn down that offer?" he thought out loud.

"I accept!" said Katherine. "Big Brother? This afternoon?"

"Hmm..." He pondered, then replied to his sister, "No, we have to wait. I'm seriously worried you're turning into an uncontrollable sex maniac. If you can hold yourself off until Wednesday, then maybe that shows we have enough self-control do to this and possibly not get caught. Then we can make the arrangements for Thursday. But between now and then, you have to act totally 100% like your old self. No touching, nothing. I've gotta maintain control too. If we can't do that, then we need to cool off some more."

"Deal!" she said excitedly. "That's why I love you so much, Brother, - you're so smart and wise and prudent. I wish I could reach down and hug you!"

"If you did that, then Thursday would be off," he said. "We have to maintain total control. Don't even call me 'Very Big Brother.' You never added the 'very' until a couple of days ago."

"That's because, all these years, I never knew just how big it was until I put it in my mouth."

Alan's penis twitched with new life at that thought. As an afterthought to their plans, he asked Kim, "Does Thursday work for you? And can you maintain complete secrecy?"

Kim answered, "I'm also with Katherine in that I hope you two can hurry it up a bit so I can get in on the action! But I can wait. And I swear no one will know except us three. Not even my mom will ever have a clue, if we plan this carefully. The only other person who might suspect you two is Heather, because she knows more than the other cheerleaders. But I can help steer Heather away by using some subtlety."

Alan was happy. "Good. Heather is a bit scary, don't you think? She intimidates me, anyways. All right, let's finish this paint job and get out of here. I don't even want to know what time it is right now, and I'm still not done. Katherine, you may have to be late to your fifth period class, if this is gonna dry. When I'm done painting, you two behave yourselves, and I'll go see if I can finagle a hall pass for you. Sis, remember that you're not allowed to get yourself off with Kim either or anyone else, until Thursday. You wouldn't prove your control if you did that."

"Damn!" both women said simultaneously. Katherine was able to insert one clause. She got Alan to agree that the ban on her behavior would end at exactly Wednesday at midnight.

Alan was able to get the hall pass for his sister. That was one of the perks of him having such a goody-goody reputation. When he returned just before the end of lunch, he also had a can of air freshener.

Both women stood naked from the waist down and had a normal conversation with each other when he stepped back in. He used a special knock first, so they weren't worried.

"What's with the air freshener, and where did you get it?" asked Kim.

"When I walked out of here and into the main supply closet, I realized this room totally smelled like sex. It still does, obviously. There's absolutely no air circulation in here. Even if someone were to come in here hours later, they're still going to suspect, no, they'll know, that people have been fooling around in here. Look at you Kim. You STILL have my dry cum on your leg! Good thing I thought of every eventuality. I brought some moist towelettes, too."

"Katherine, your brother IS pretty resourceful," said an impressed Kim. "There's definitely something to this guy. If I were to have a secret affair with a guy, I'd want it to be him."

"You WILL have such an affair very soon, and it WILL be him," giggled Katherine. Like bees to honey, she started to rub his penis through his shorts. He had to push her hand away so he could get something done in the little time left for lunch.

"Good point," said Kim, surprised, as she hadn't thought of her and Alan being an "affair."

They practically sprayed half the bottle of air freshener into the room before they left, just to be on the safe side. It smelled like one giant flower by the time they were done, which in itself would be very suspicious for a supply closet, but it couldn't be helped. Alan decided that next time the need arose, he would get something that smelled like a powerful cleaning agent to mask any smell.

CHAPTER 7

The rest of the school day was fairly mellow for the two Plummer children. Katherine was late to class, but it didn't matter much. Kim spoke to Heather before practice. The two of them had previously thought up some devious plans for what they would do with Katherine during practice that day, but Kim begged that they delay until Thursday, even though she wouldn't tell Heather why. Heather reluctantly agreed.

Alan played tennis in the afternoon. He came home, took a shower, and then walked into his room. Suzanne was there and stood completely naked. He didn't even need to see her - a pleasant smell that was a mixture of perfume and strawberry filled the room.

"This is a pleasant surprise," Alan said with more than a little understatement.

"Alan, don't think I came in here for anything sexual," she said, and he noticed that she covered her crotch with her hand and looked very serious. "I just want to talk to you about something."

Alan let the matter slide that she didn't exactly need to be naked to talk about something. He sat on his bed across the room from where she stood and said, "Sure. Shoot."

"Sweetie, how are you at acting?"

"What do you mean?"

"Could you, kind of, not exactly lie, but be very vocal in expressing some of your feelings? I'm trying to get Susan to allow this place to get sexed up again, but she's resisting. If you could kind of pout and sigh when you're around her and do it in a way so your father doesn't notice, that could really help speed things along."

"I don't know... Sounds dicey. But whatever scheme you've got going, I know you're going to talk me into saying yes to it. How could I possibly deny you anything when you're standing there looking like that? I worship the ground you walk on."

Her eyes lit up and she began to walk towards him across the room and swayed her naked hips as dramatically as she knew how. "That's my boy! You know how I said, 'Don't think I came in here for anything sexual'?"

"Yeah?"

She smiled. "Now, it's okay to think that. I think you need a reward for being so cooperative." She got down on her knees and swallowed his penis.

He had to look away, because the sight of her long reddish brown hair and pale back and butt on all fours before him was alone enough to make him immediately cum. As his semen started to spurt down her throat, her head bobbed furiously up and down the length of his penis and she swallowed every drop of his cum. To add to his torment, she had a way of swaying her ass up and down and in circles all around whenever she sucked him off from this position that drove him bonkers with unbridled lust.

After he finished cumming, Suzanne took his still hard penis out of her mouth and licked it all over to make sure she got every drop of his delicious cum.

Agreeing to help with Suzanne's latest scheme was really a no-brainer for Alan, since its ultimate goal was to have Susan sexually gratify him more often.

That very evening, he acted secretly pained all throughout dinner, as if the burden of having to cum six times a day weighed him down like a heavy rock but he tried (and purposely failed) to hide it. It was a good acting job. Susan definitely took notice, and her heart went out to him in his faked agony. At the same time, the performance was subtle enough to completely slide past Ron.

Otherwise, Katherine and Alan acted like two model children and didn't let on in the slightest about what had happened between them. There were no chances for Suzanne to have any more secret sexual visits that evening. Evenings were usually out of the question since his father was around. In fact, Suzanne and Amy hardly came to the Plummer house at all while Ron was in town, as neither liked him.

But that evening, Ron would be out with coworkers and miss dinner (again), so Amy more or less invited herself over to dinner.

After sharing a nice meal together, Amy retired to the living room with Alan and Katherine while Susan did the dishes. "Boy, that was a great meal," Amy said enthusiastically, as she sat on a couch. "I'm stuffed."

"If you liked it, you should tell that to Susan," Alan pointed out.

Katherine felt naughty. She added, "I'll let you in on another Plummer family secret, since you're practically family. When us Plummer ladies really like a meal, we show that appreciation by opening our shirts all the way in the front. Just like how guys unbutton their belt buckles."

"Gosh! That's neat," Amy said as she opened her shirt and pulled out her tits. "I wish we did that at our house - I just love getting naked."

Katherine gave Alan a secret wink, and he winked back. Katherine also undid her top, but not as far as exposing her nipples, in case Susan came in. "Mmm. That was good food."

She asked Alan, "What about you, Bro? Didn't you enjoy the meal?"

"I must say I did." He gleefully unbuttoned his shorts, and unzipped his fly. But his penis was still underneath his underwear. Just to get Amy going a bit more, he pushed his penis through his open fly so it made an obscenely huge, though covered, bulge.

"Is that all, Big Brother?" Katherine complained. "Didn't you enjoy your meal any more than that?"

"Yeah, Alan," Amy agreed. "Maybe if we get you some desert, you'll enjoy the meal just a little bit more?" She looked hungrily at his crotch.

Susan walked in at this point, and saw Amy with her nipples exposed. Alan quickly dropped his T-shirt down over his shorts zipper before his mother saw the bulge there. Susan complained, "Amy, didn't Alan and Katherine make it clear that we don't dress like that any more?"

"But isn't this what people do after a big meal, kinda loosen their clothing? That's what Katherine was just telling me. Oh, and I wanted to say what a great meal you cooked. Thanks a ton!"

Susan rolled her eyes in frustration. "You're welcome, but please button up. And Katherine, no more of these little games, okay?"

"But, Mom, we're just having fun. And isn't helping Alan out with some stimulation the most important thing lately? He's been suffering so much!"

Susan let out a very loud and frustrated sigh. She didn't know what to say or what was right or needed anymore, so she just went upstairs without further comment.

After Susan left, Amy went and got strawberries and ice cream for Alan. He pronounced that so delicious that he pulled his underwear down below his erect penis as well and flopped it out through his shorts zipper. Katherine and Amy got topless again, and the three of them talked about "checking for bumps," and other sexual things.

Generally Katherine and Alan told Amy more outrageous sexual lies, just to see how much they could get away with. For instance, Katherine claimed, "When a woman gets bad breath, there's something that works even better than mouthwash. I just put Alan's penis in my mouth and rub it around. It really works! It's not a sexual thing; it's just what works best."

"Gosh," replied Amy, "I wish I had bad breath right now so I could try that out. Oh no! But Mom says I'm not allowed to touch one of those penises, no matter what. Darn it. It sure looks fun." Alan lightly stroked himself to keep the two women going.

Amy looked closely at Alan as he jacked his penis. The sight of his naked member seemed totally natural as they all sat around and talked but it also made her very excited in ways she didn't understand. She noticed that the head of his penis was very shiny with the skin stretched as tight as could be from his excitement at exposing himself in front of the innocent girl. She wondered what the drop of clear liquid was that formed at the tip of his penis.

Yet Amy believed everything they said. According to Alan and Katherine, to put Alan's penis in one's mouth, jacking him off, and/or drink his cum was the cure to many ailments and problems, from nervous tension to hiccups to bad grades.

Amy sincerely commented, "Boy, how come I never knew any of this stuff before? Everyone has been keeping me in the dark way too much. Penises sound so necessary for good health - I wonder why Mom won't let me touch them? Maybe I should ask her."

"NOOOO!" Katherine and Alan shouted simultaneously. Then they broke up laughing.

Eventually Amy and Katherine retired to the bathroom for another pussy shaving, while Alan went to his room (his penis was too sore for him to do more with Amy).

Meanwhile, Susan sat in her room alone and thought about Alan's problem that Suzanne had explained that morning. Later that evening she called Alan in to speak with him, making sure it was at a time when her husband was out of the house.

Alan heard the call down the hallway and walked in. Since his mother dressed in nothing but her old, conservative clothes for the past five days, he was rather surprised to find her on her bed, dressed in a maroon bath robe that exposed more than a little bit of cleavage. In fact, right before Alan walked in, Susan carefully arranged the robe to show everything up to the edges of her nipples. She knew it was a violation of her rules, but figured such sights might help ease his suffering a little. Alan got hard in a heartbeat.

"Alan, can you sit here for a minute? I have something to discuss." Alan sat on the bed next to her.

"What is it, Mom? Is there something you'd like to get off your chest?" He belatedly realized that wasn't exactly the best choice of words, given the circumstance. Her chest made it extremely hard for him to maintain eye contact.

She asked him, "How are things coming along with your ... problem ... now that you don't have anyone to help you?'

Alan absolutely hated to lie to his mother. But with the sight of her huge tits jiggling just a few feet from his face, he figured it was definitely worth telling Suzanne's white lies. "Gosh, Mom, you have no idea how tough it is. Six times a day is nearly inhuman, over the long term. I don't know how long I can last, without any help. I feel like I'm already at the end of my rope."

"That's what I feared," she said with great concern. "When your father is gone, I promise that we'll reevaluate the situation, okay? Plus, then you'll be able to get Suzanne's help, at least. So hold out until then."

"Thanks, Mom. I'll try. I hate to say this, but I'm counting the days until he's gone. I've been suffering so much. Six times a day. If it weren't for small kindnesses, like what Amy did after dinner, I wouldn't have made it this far." Pushing his luck, he added, "And you wouldn't believe the chafing when I do it by myself. It gets so rough and sore."

She just nodded. "I know. I'm so sorry. ... And I shouldn't have stopped her. I get so confused.... Okay, that's all I wanted to ask." But she looked like she was lost in deep thought.

Alan got up to go, but said, "By the way, Mom, just seeing you in this robe will give me a lot of stimulation help for the next couple of days. Thanks for that."

She looked up at him and smiled a wide smile. "Damned robe. Has such trouble staying closed." She made a pretense at closing it, but ended up leaving it just as open as before. They both smiled at the charade. "Don't think this changes anything, Tiger, but sometimes my morals have to make compromises to help you out. I only hope it's worth it, for your health."

Alan got up and left the room. Susan was upset with herself, because she failed to bring up what she really wanted to talk to him about. Tomorrow would be another Tuesday, the day he was supposed to have a penis "abnormality check" again. She didn't know what to do about it. He thinks about me when he masturbates. He must, when I help him on Tuesdays. I wish I could know what he's thinking exactly when he does that. Why does the idea of him thinking about me make me so horny? It's wrong. Wrong!

CHAPTER 8 (Tuesday, Oct. 22)

On the cheerleader front, neither Katherine nor Alan ever brought up the idea of counter-blackmailing Kim again, after all their mutual fun in the storage closet and Kim's generous offer for them to use her house. While Kim found the idea of dominating Katherine arousing, she just wasn't the kind of person to be a mean master and keep Katherine in a slave relationship.

If anyone was in the driver's seat now in terms of setting rules and an agenda, it was Alan first, Katherine second, and Kim last. The fact that Kim was the youngest by far made it hard for her to stay in command. And then there was her horniness. If either of the Plummer siblings suggested a situation that could lead to more fucking and/or sucking, Kim was all for it. The situation with Heather was a bit more prickly and tricky, but Alan assured Katherine that the head cheerleader could be handled.

At school on Tuesday, things went pretty well for Alan. He was more or less able to concentrate. The only strange thing to happen was in his World History class with Ms. Rhymer. He was busy with all the other students taking a test, until he came across one particular difficult question. As he often did on tough questions, he stared out the window as he pondered, as if he could find the answer written in the clouds. Then he noticed the reflection of Ms. Rhymer in the window pane. She stared directly at him. Since he looked at the window, she didn't know that he knew she was staring. Alan noticed that even as she stared at him she also had a strange, far away look in her eyes. She sat on the edge of her desk on the spot where she usually sat when she talked to him after class. She held a ruler with both of her hands, and Alan noticed that she languidly caressed it up and down.

Wait! he suddenly realized. That's exactly like stroking a penis! Still looking thorough the windows' reflections, he scanned the class to see if anyone else had noticed. No, everyone is too busy with their tests.

He continued to stare at her reflection. There was no doubt about it. She treated the ruler just like an erect penis. One hand held it at the base and the other slowly went up and down the top half of it. Then, gradually, the pace of her hands on the penis/ruler quickened. It soon reached a furious pace, and Alan was again shocked to look around the room and find that nobody else saw. It seemed bloody obvious what she was doing, but everyone was too busy with these tests to even look up at her.

She began to pant, and despite all the conservative clothes she wore, he could detect her boobs heaving in time to the vigorous stroking of the ruler. Alan looked around again, amazed that the jiggling of her breasts still hadn't attracted the attention of any of her many horny young admirers who would have killed to see such a sight. Finally it seemed like she and the ruler climaxed. He half expected to see jism shoot out the top of it, and then he realized how silly that idea was. But she panted heavily.

After the imaginary climax, it appeared that Ms. Rhymer came back to her senses. She put the ruler down. However, it appeared to him that he could still detect her butt wiggling around a bit, and then realized she sat right on the corner of the desk. Oh my God! Now she must be trying to get herself off with the corner edge of the desk! Did she have a real orgasm with the ruler?

But then she got up and returned to her seat behind her desk. Alan tried to return to his test. Did she notice I'd seen her through the window? I was looking up and away from my paper for an awfully long time. Certainly she would have noticed that? Was she putting on a show for my benefit?

He looked up at her again, directly this time and not through the reflection. She stared directly and intensely right at him. When she realized he was looking back, she appeared to get nervous and quickly looked away. He went back to his test, but couldn't think. He looked up again through the window's reflection. She's still staring at me, again! What gives?

Alan then noticed that if one paid close attention, it appeared that she was moving around slightly in her seat. Her face appeared really flushed as well, even more than it was a few minutes before. Then he realized that both of her hands were in her lap. What went on there was blocked by the desk, but he could make a good guess, especially since her arms appeared to move up and down in a piston pattern.

She's masturbating right in front of class! he realized. Not only that, but she's doing it while she stares at me! God, does she have a thing for me?!? She must! After all this time, two years of lusting, I finally find out she likes me! Dang!

This is just too bizarre. My most beautiful teacher is masturbating in class while thinking of me, and then I've got to go paint the pussies of my sister and her friend for lunch. And today is a Tuesday, so who knows what that'll mean. Is my mother going to ask for another "abnormality check" of my penis even though Dad is home? And there's Suzanne... She could come into my room at any given moment. And another appointment with Akami coming up... This is just too weird! It's like I'm having the total harmonic convergence of sexual luck! And really, it all goes back to my "six times a day" diagnosis. The greatest thing that ever happened to me, but I'm beginning to even doubt the diagnosis was for real.

He saw Ms. Rhymer gasp. Her face turned redder and suddenly showed a very embarrassed look. There's no doubt. She just had an orgasm. I'll be damned!

Needless to say, Alan did very poorly on that test. He lingered after class to see if Ms. Rhymer wanted to speak with him, but not only did she not say anything, she appeared to be bashful and ignored him completely. He was the last student out the door, but she still ignored him. As he left, he noticed that Ms. Rhymer still hadn't even gotten up from her chair behind her desk.

CHAPTER 9

There really was no paint job to speak of that day. Alan removed Katherine and Kim's skirts, and then actually had to perform the relatively unfamiliar act of taking off panties to thoroughly check the paint jobs. But the paint was so durable that the paint jobs from the day before still held. He had more of a social visit with Kim and Katherine in the supply closet.

They only stayed a few minutes, and the talk was entirely nonsexual. Mostly it was a chance for Alan and Kim to learn more about each other. Katherine was definitely on her best non-teasing behavior because of her promise to cool it until Thursday.

And so things went okay until Alan got home. Then, once again, his charmed and strange life seemed to get particularly surreal. He walked inside to find his mother seemingly waiting for him in the kitchen. Just seeing his mother, no matter her attitude or what she wore, was now usually enough to get him hard. But the thought of being alone with his mother in the kitchen was normally enough to get him extremely hard and horny, and today was no exception. Recalling their one wild day together, when he snuck up on her washing the dishes at the kitchen sink and extensively fondled her ass, was all it took to get a raging boner.

She was dressed today in her usual conservative, around-the-house clothing. But no matter what she was dressed in, there was no way for her to completely hide her fantastic tits. In fact, drab clothes had a way of drawing attention to her assets even more, as if the tits rose to the challenge of proving their ability to attract the eyes no matter what she wore.

Jesus Christ, thought Alan, her tits look like they're ready to burst even through that heavy fabric. And it pains me to think about the rest of her fuckable body. What an ass! Certainly she has to remember what happened last Tuesday vividly, too - is that why she's meeting me in the kitchen? Katherine said something about having somewhere to go with Amy after school - has Mom manipulated things to make sure we could be alone? She's going to be touching my cock soon, I just know it!

Susan appeared to be very nervous. "Tiger," Alan heard her say, "there have been some changes around here lately, changes for the good. I wanted to talk to you about this last night. ..." She paused and struggled over what to say. Then she continued, "Since your father has come back, things are more the way they should be. I'm sure you'll agree. But we still have your medical problem, and since today is a Tuesday, I think it's still important that you have your check for abnormalities on your ... member. You told me last night how it is getting sore, and I'm concerned. Do you think that we can forget what happened last week, and do such a check in a much more clinical and dignified manner?"

Alan nodded his head in agreement, even as he gulped in frightened and excited anticipation.

"Good. I'm glad you agree. Why don't we go to your room?" They began to head in that direction. She held a cup. "I think it was a mistake to take our clothes off last time. This time, you can just move your underwear to the side or unzip your fly a bit, and then you can shoot into this cup." She held the cup up.

Back in his room, his mother was the epitome of professionalism. She waited for him to take out his penis, which he did. Susan began to clinically and dispassionately rub his penis. She had nothing to say and remained poker-faced. This is no fun, thought Alan. I practically have more fun with my own hands.

He was determined that things wouldn't go like this. He willed his penis to get flaccid, although normally the mere idea of his mother doing an abnormality check had made him as hard as he could get. He thought of two extremely fat, ugly, pockmarked, and pimply men having sex with each other, and that worked wonders to get and keep him down. Susan tried to stroke his deflated penis, but it continued to soften.

"I'm sorry, Mom," Alan said, "but with you all bundled up in your conservative clothes, I just can't get it up. It reminds me of the old, unsexy days. And you're not being very passionate. I need some visual stimulation at the very least."

"You're really a handful, Alan Plummer!" Susan said in exasperation. "What am I going to do with you?" After no response, and a long pause, she said, "Okay, just a little visual stimulation. But none of my clothes are coming off, you understand?"

"How can I get visual stimulation if your clothes won't come off?" a puzzled Alan asked. "Okay, I've got an idea. Stand up and raise your skirt. That might do something."

"Very well," Susan said, sighing. "At least you didn't focus for my boobs for once, and I don't have to take anything off." She stood up and raised her dress. To Alan's surprise, even now, after supposedly "reforming," she still didn't wear any underwear.

"I'm a bit surprised, Mom. Didn't you take to wearing a bra and undies again?"

She sighed again, and looked away. "Yes, I did," she answered reluctantly, "but I found I like it better this way, okay? It feels good. I haven't worn underwear for the past couple of days. Are you happy now? Does that make me a bad person or something?"

"No. Geez. Nothing to be embarrassed about. Just curious, that's all."

"Anyway, Son, are you ready yet?" Susan asked impatiently. "I can't just stand here like this!" Speaking more to herself than him, she said, "I shouldn't call you 'Son' at a time like this. It's so embarrassing!" She looked towards his crotch and noted, "I see you're almost there."

In fact Alan got rock hard as soon as he took one look at Susan's unbared pussy. But he still didn't want her to do him in a clinical way, so he hoped to sex things up a bit more. He thought again of extremely fat men having sex, which caused his penis to deflate halfway just as she reached out to begin stroking it again.

"Alan, you're too much!" Susan cried in exasperation as she saw the penis fall. "What now?"

Alan quickly thought of an excuse. "Well, the way you were being kind of snipey and resentful at my question, it broke my mood. And now it's not working anymore."

Susan still held her skirt up with one hand, but she let it down in defeat. "Talk about prima donnas!" she griped. Expecting the inevitable, she asked with more than a little frustration in her voice, "What now, oh Mr. Suddenly Can't Get Horny If My Life Depended on It?"

"I dunno, maybe if I could just 'get your attention' – you know – touch you in the rear a little."

She was even more exasperated at that, and ruefully recalled Alan's massage last Thursday, and how that innocent touching spun out of control. But with no alternative in sight, she said, "Oh... all right! Go ahead and make it quick. I'm far too lenient with you, you know. It's a miracle you're not more spoiled." Susan was frustrated, but she also was secretly pleased. She turned around and let Alan lift up her skirt and play with her ass.

As Alan got into rubbing his hands all over her butt, Susan felt a strong sexual feeling well up in her, and began to intensely enjoy what he did. She thought, It's been far too long since I've felt like this. Six days since a blowjob – almost a week. I can't go without him that long! God, what the hell is wrong with me? I need some of his sperm in my mouth right now. No. That's wrong. My husband is in town. I have to keep control...

She became so absorbed in her thoughts that she forgot to protest when he stuck a finger in her anus and began to pump a finger in and out of it. It was all she could do not to fall on the bed and spread her legs for him. But then, suddenly, she came to her senses and remembered her vow to be professional and dispassionate.

"Okay, buster," she told him. "Enough's enough. You must be hard by now."

She turned around and forced Alan's hands off of her butt in the process. Sure enough, he was hard again. "Quick now, Tiger, before the moon turns green or some new weird excuse, let's get this over with already!"

"Don't worry, Mom, I'll be fine now," Alan said sincerely.

On the surface, everything was strictly by-the-book. With one hand she jerked him off, and with the other she quickly performed the abnormality check. But in fact, she caressed his penis with a passion and intensity she lacked a few minutes before. She finished the check quickly, and then with both hands really went to town. Both hands flew up and down and around.

As a result, he couldn't last long, despite his regular PC muscle exercises. The whole thing was over in five minutes, and he cleanly ejaculated into the cup. No more words were said until he was done.

When it was over, his mother stuffed his penis back into his underwear and stood up. "Thank you, Alan," she said, "I really needed that. I needed to make sure that I myself understood the importance of boundaries, and to prove to myself that last week was an aberration. I feel like I've passed a test, and even more so since you made it extra difficult for me. Looks like I'm not going to completely fall apart if you touch me.

"Next time, we'll hopefully have better luck getting you aroused, but overall it appears that you have the maturity to deal with your treatment without letting things get out of hand. Otherwise I was going to have to ask nurse Akami to take care of these checks. I'm sorry about some of these changes, but that's the way it has to be, do you understand?"

"Yes, of course," he replied. If you only knew about what's happening between Katherine and I, what would you think about my ability to maintain boundaries then? he thought to himself.

"Good. If you show that you can properly behave, then maybe next time I'll be willing to use my mouth, like we did before." That made it sound as if a blowjob would be a reward for him, but in fact it would have been even more of a pleasure for her. But she acted restrained in her demeanor. "Now, do you think that will hold you for a while?"

"Yeah, definitely. Now I'll be able to take care of myself for at least a day or two," he lied, sure of what Suzanne would want him to say. "I'll think about ... what we did here."

"A day or two?" Susan said incredulously. "I can't believe it!"

She thought to herself for a minute, and thought again about Suzanne's plan of having Suzanne take care of him somewhere outside the house. "Let me know how it goes, Tiger. Let's have good communication. Tell me when it gets unbearable, and we'll do something, though it may not be what you figure."

She smiled and he nodded. Then she left the room.

Alan lay back on his bed and pondered what this latest development meant. This event here is very important over the long run, he realized. Today, she's trying to be all proper and clinical, but the fact is, she's still jacking me off, and she's still digging it. I can tell. Given this and what she said last night, when Dad leaves, we're bound to slide back to how it was before. If I play my cards right, she'll eventually lose her holier-than-thou attitude, and become hot-to-trot all over again. I've seen that it's in her, and it has to come out.

Once that happens, the whole facade can finally be torn down. I'll be able to fuck my mom, my sister, and Aunt Suzy to my heart's content, in my own house! Amy is totally in the bag, too. Throw in Kim and God knows who else? Ms. Rhymer even? Imagine inviting my teacher over to my house for dinner, followed by a giant orgy! I'll be the only guy, and four, five, maybe six women will all be trying to pleasure me. It'll be like having my own harem! This is going to be great, and it's just a matter of time! All I have to do is stay on course and not do anything stupid, like get caught having sex with my sister.

He orgasmed again after reveling in his fantasies. Despite what he told his mother, he had no trouble at all climaxing six times a day, these days. No trouble at all.

CHAPTER 10

That evening, Susan and Ron went to play night tennis with each other. It was one of the few things they actually did together. When they came home Alan was in his room, trying to study. Before long he heard his father showering down the hallway. As he sat there in front of his computer, he got a hard-on because he knew what would happen next: his mother would take a shower.

Further studying was hopeless because the only thing he could think about now was how his mother would look under the shower, water pouring down all over her glistening skin. Feeling mischievous, he went downstairs and saw his father zoned out in front of the television. He snuck back upstairs and stood at the door to his parent's room. Sure enough, he heard the sound of Susan in the shower.

I wonder what she's doing in there, he pondered. I wonder what she's thinking. Today she actually told me she might give me a blowjob. And she DID give me a handjob. I'll bet she's thinking about me. I'll bet she's all horny and naked and masturbating herself, even as I stand here.

He opened the door to the bedroom and walked inside. There was another door to the bathroom attached to the bedroom, and he went and stood near that. He listened to the sound of water running as his imagination went wild. God, man, if I could just go in there and fuck her silly... At least do SOMETHING. She wants it, and I want it, and I'm too chicken. ... There is the fact that my father is downstairs. But I always give myself some kind of excuse. Shit.

While he was thinking, he heard the sound of water turning off. This in itself wasn't frightening because he knew she'd be in there a while longer. Although none of the Plummer or Pestridge females wore any more than the lightest traces of makeup, there was a lot of prettying up that took some minutes to do.

Alan tried to think of some kind of reason to enter the bathroom while his mother still stood wet and naked. Even as I'm thinking, she's probably toweling herself off. Dang. I can't go in there on accident - this isn't the bathroom I normally use. Maybe say there's some kind of emergency? Nah. At best I'd get a quick look. ... There's something really wrong with me to even be standing here, but I'm so horny that it's beyond unbearable. ... Hey. Wait a minute. What did she say earlier today? "Tell me when it gets unbearable, and we'll do something, though it may not be what you figure." That's it. I'll just say I can't take it any more and see how she reacts.

He knocked on the door before he could think of excuses not to act. "Hey Mom, are you showering in there?"

"Tiger? Is that you? No, I'm done showering."

Alan opened the door. He rushed in and hugged her before she had much chance to react.

"Alan?!? What are you doing? I'm naked!"

"Sorry, Mom, I thought you said you were done showering."

"Yeah, but I was still drying off! You have to leave this instant!"

"But Mom. You said I should tell you when it gets unbearable, and it got unbearable." He slid his body down until he knelt with one leg so his head rested between her boobs. He regretted the fact that he was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, but there were limits to his daring.

"Already? But Tiger! I just helped you out a few hours ago. You said that would last you a while."

Alan was delighted. He was having a conversation talking into his mother's ample cleavage, and she wasn't pushing him away. His hands wrapped around her and held her by her lower back. Her arms fluttered in the air as she didn't know what to do or how to get him away.

"But Mom. These things can't be controlled. I have raging teenage hormones and there's no telling when they'll strike."

"Alan Plummer! Listen to me this instant! I am NOT going to give you a blowjob. That is final. Do you understand? Not even a handjob. You'll just have to fend for yourself. Ron is downstairs! Do you realize what that means? What if he walked up here right now? It would be the end of our marriage! A total disaster! Please peel yourself off me already!"

Alan was happy to hear his mother talk, because the longer she talked, the longer he could hold on. And he was partly right about the raging hormones - he really was thinking with the wrong head at the moment. "But I can't help it! I need some help. Some assistance! Can't I get your attention?"

His hands dropped to her ass and started mauling at her butt cheeks. Meanwhile he continued to muzzle his face between her pillowy breasts.

"Alan! Please! Get off me. Don't do that! Now isn't the time. What about Suzanne? Can't you get her help?"

"But she isn't here," he pointed out.

"Okay. I'll give her a call. Here. Let me go by."

Alan reluctantly let go and watched her walk naked to the telephone that was beside her bed. She started dialing Suzanne's number and then realized she was still in the buff. She turned away from Alan and sat on the bed, which limited his view, but he still got to enjoy her bare back. That alone was a very impressive sight. He rarely got to see all of her back because her long brown hair was usually covering most of it, but she had her hair up in a shower cap so he marveled at her shoulder blades and long, shapely neck.

"Hello? Suzanne?" Susan paused while Suzanne replied. "We have a problem here. It's Alan. Says he needs assistance right away. It's urgent. Can you come over here and lend him a hand?" She blushed as her words sank in. "Uh, I didn't mean that literally. Well, actually, that is kind of what I do mean, but I didn't mean to say... Uh, anyway, the point is, you're needed over here. Okay? ... Thanks. Thanks a million. Isn't he something else? You should've seen his impetuous and spoiled behavior today. Frankly I'm disappointed in him. He needs to control himself and respect others. ... I know. I know. Okay. ... Well, I'll see you soon." She hung up.

Still facing away, she said to him, "Okay, Alan, Suzanne will be over soon. She was in the middle of watching a video with her son Brad, so I hope you feel good about yourself. Can you please give me some privacy now?"

"Sorry, Mom. I'm really sorry. Please tell her she doesn't have to come over. Really. Please." Alan walked off to his room, dejected.

He made his wish to be alone clear and so in the end Suzanne didn't come over after all. Instead, he lay on his bed for a while and thought to himself. Man, that sucks. My little adventure started out so good. But those words Mom called me to Suzanne - that really hurts. I interrupted Suzanne's evening AND violated my mom's privacy. What a total loser. "Impetuous." "Spoiled." "Disappointed." Dang. Coming from my mom, the sweetest, kindest person in the world, that's huge. That's brutal. I guess I deserve it. She taught me better than to act like that. I sure won't pull some stunt like that again!

He was so upset that he went back to Susan's room and profusely apologized. Nothing mattered as much to him as the approval and happiness of his mother.

What he didn't realize though was Susan was not only upset with him, but also tremendously aroused by his actions. Her rational side made her kick him out, especially knowing her husband was elsewhere in the house. But that danger and the aggressiveness were also what turned her on.

That night she was so aroused fantasizing about Alan making love to her in the shower that she furtively masturbated while her husband snored on the other side of the bed. But ironically, at the same time she ended up wanting him more, he ended up not wanting to touch her as much, for fear of hurting her feelings.

CHAPTER 11 (Wednesday, Oct. 24)

The next day was a relatively sex-free day for Alan, by his recent standards. It was almost like any other high schooler's day, but with a few exceptions. For one, he briefly spoke with Ms. Rhymer.

"Alan," she said, "I noticed your concentration is all over the map. One day you're focused, the next day you're on some other planet. Are you having trouble with your, uh, medical treatment?"

"No, I'm making my daily quota without problem now. My only problem is that I get so excited in school. You know, hanging out at lunch with all the pretty women, and then seeing their cute bodies later in P.E. I'm really hopeless!"

"So I guess what you're saying," concluded Ms. Rhymer, "is that you could really use some relief right around lunchtime."

"Yeah, I get, I dunno what you call it, blue balls. I'm so used to quickly relieving myself, that it's getting to be a problem." Given what he saw Ms. Rhymer do yesterday, he tried to frame his explanation so it could lead to an offer for her to "help him out."

"Hmm... This seems to be a real problem, young man. I think you and I need to discuss this in more detail, and it looks like you have to run. I'd like to help you out... in some kind of way. Why don't we meet after school and discuss it in more detail? Can you come to my class, say, after school tomorrow?"

Alan thought about that. He was solidly booked. That's when I to go over to Kim's house and fuck my sister! If Ms. Rhymer only knew! She'd hate me for sure. Friday was better, though he had an appointment with nurse Akami at five. I think I can squeeze you in before that, Teach, he thought in a naughty frame of mind. Or maybe, you'll squeeze me in between your legs, heh-heh! More and more, Alan's genial nature was being replaced by a lustful one.

But on the outside none of this showed. "How about Friday," he said in a level tone.

"Okay, Friday then," the teacher answered.

"That sounds great. You're right, I do have to run. But I'll be there on Friday. Later!" He skipped out the door.

The irony of the situation was that Ms. Rhymer was in no position to chastise Alan for loss of concentration. Lately she'd begun to drift away into fantasies in class more and more, even as she taught. One part of her brain would teach by rote while another part would daydream about having sex with Alan.

She'd begun to expose herself during Alan's class, but always just out of eyesight of her students. For instance, she would pull up her dress and pull down her panties while she sat at her desk or behind the podium. She ran a big risk that she would eventually get found out, but that only drove her erotic feelings even higher. She fantasized about calling Alan up to speak to her so that he alone could see her nakedness, but she dared not actually do so.

She didn't want to be caught by any of her other students, only Alan. That's why she would only pull these stunts in her fourth period class, because it was the idea of Alan seeing her that turned her on. She would actually lecture behind the podium with her bush completely exposed and pointed directly at the class. Only the podium in the way prevented what would have no doubt been a huge scene with administrators and possibly even security rushing into her class and sending her away. If the podium were just a few inches lower, she would have been in grave danger.

But she just couldn't help it. She fantasized that Alan would come up to the front of the class on some pretext. Perhaps he would be co-teaching a particular lesson. He would see her nakedness and not react at all, except to slightly smile. Then, casually and assuredly, he would stand right next to her and pet her pussy. The class would be none the wiser as his fingers explored their way into her twat. She would continue to point at the chalkboard and teach without any hint of disturbance. But inside she would be burning up, utterly consumed by lust.

Alan would sense her growing need. Dropping to the floor, he would hide inside and behind the podium. She would press right up to the edge of it, and below that edge his head would bury itself into her sex and madly lick her. Of course to have the students simply forget Alan was hidden in the podium would never happen in real life, but it didn't matter in her fantasy.

In fact, the dream would grow more and more unbelievable. Glory herself would drop behind the podium as well, and the two of them would madly kiss and tear each other's clothes off.

By that point, Ms. Rhymer would typically lose track of her teaching as she fell further and further into the fantasy. Suddenly she would snap to, and hastily pull her dress back up. So far this had happened several times, and each time she was left frustrated, just short of orgasm.

The only exception was the orgasm she had in class the day before. She realized she'd gone too far that day, and promised herself not to do it again. She didn't notice that Alan had realized what she'd done. She would have been extremely embarrassed had he found out how badly she wanted him.

Alan was slightly late to his meeting with Kim and Katherine. He finished a touchup job on their butts in the supply closet within minutes. Despite the no-touching rule, he was obliged to finger Kim briefly until her pussy lips became engorged enough for him to check the paint job there. Katherine, to her intense frustration, found that she was already so aroused that Alan didn't have to touch her. Everyone was very restrained, but clearly the anticipation amongst all three was intense over what would happen tomorrow.

Cheerleading practice went as usual for Kim and Katherine. Heather kept her promise with Kim to wait until Thursday, and had no special tricks in store.

Katherine and Kim were still very much in danger of discovery by the other cheerleaders, however. They couldn't help but look at each other's paint jobs much more than they should have. They tried not to bend over around others, but at times seemed to purposely flash each other. But again luck held for them.

However, both Kim and Katherine assumed that cheerleader practice would finally be a blast in their next meeting, since Thursday meant Heather could finally do what she willed with Katherine.

Meanwhile, Alan thought to himself while he daydreamed in class, Tomorrow, not only do I have to look forward to having sex for the very first time, and with my sister no less, but I'm also guessing something kinky will happen while doing the painting during lunch, too. On top of that, I've got a special meeting with Ms. Rhymer after school on Friday, and then an appointment with Akami at five on the same afternoon! Could life get any better?

Wednesday was also the day Susan and Suzanne held the first of what they hoped would be a regular weekly card game with Brenda. The two mothers liked playing cards, but usually only with each other. But Suzanne wanted to have the buxom divorcee Brenda around the house more, for Alan's sake, and she thought it would be good to have more formal card games too. So they planned to get together every Wednesday and play bridge, poker, hearts, and the like.

Susan wasn't thrilled, but she realized that playing cards with a foursome was better than with a twosome. Katherine rounded out the group. They figured that if she wasn't available, Amy could also be the fourth. Either way, as Suzanne privately boasted to Susan, "Our card game represents the greatest collection of boobs since Hugh Hefner opened up the Playboy Mansion." She hadn't exaggerated much with that boast.

Brenda came over right on time, and soon Susan and Suzanne were playing bridge against Katherine and Brenda. As they played, the obvious fact that all four of them were so well-endowed came up, and they spent a lot of time talking about the plusses and minuses of having extremely large boobs.

The issue was especially pertinent to Brenda. Even though Brenda was a good six inches shorter than the nearly six-foot-tall Susan and Suzanne, her boobs were both relatively and absolutely bigger. Brenda's tits were so big that they dominated her life in many ways. For instance, she never had to hold a job, as she could coast through life getting everything she wanted from men who were enamored with her body. With her recent divorce settlement, she in fact was now a multimillionaire, and trying to figure out what she would do with her life once the divorce went through.

Brenda loved to talk to Susan and Suzanne about boobs and related issues, because she never really had friends stacked enough to be able to really relate to her situation (Katherine despite her sizable hooters was largely a quiet observer to these boob discussions).

Brenda's tits were a great boon, but also a great curse. For instance, she could never really trust any relationship with a man, even platonic ones. Were they just interested in her cute, busty look and not her personality? She could never know. She had virtually no women friends, because of jealousy and envy. The boobs even caused physical problems: she could hardly run at all without a bra, and her back sometimes hurt. She was amazed at how much Suzanne and Susan avoided some of these problems, though admittedly it was mostly because they stuck together for friendship and didn't get out much. Brenda loved this new card game tradition, because it gave her a rare opportunity to just be "one of the girls" and not worry about her overwhelming appearance.

But it turned out the atmosphere didn't stay female only. After they had played for several hours, Alan came by and did his best to furtively check Brenda out. The visual impact of Brenda on Alan was just what Suzanne had expected. Her obscenely large tits were something new to him, and he couldn't help but linger around the card game and try to get a grasp on how big Brenda's tits were.

Brenda was doubly-cursed, or blessed, depending on one's perspective. Not only did she have gargantuan tits, but she also had nipples which seemingly could poke through steel. She wore the thickest bras she could find, but there was seemingly no use in hiding them. There was almost nothing she could wear, not even a loose sweater, that her nipples didn't make themselves aggressively visible in.

And that was when the nipples weren't erect. As Brenda complained to them later, one of the biggest problems with her nipples was that everyone who saw her assumed she was aroused with erect nipples, when in fact that was their normal state. It didn't help that she lived in constantly warm and sunny Southern California, where there was rarely any need to even wear a sweater and it was awkward to dress in layers.

But still she constantly tried to cover her chest. For instance, on this day she tried to wear a thick, high-collared shirt and business jacket, but still Alan's eyes were drawn to her tits and nipples like a magnet. Brenda was lucky she also had a very pretty face, or she practically would never have been able to make eye contact with anyone at all.

The four buxom women had a grand time playing cards. They all got quite tipsy and giggly. Alan eventually left, but the card players went on all afternoon until finally Susan's husband Ron came home and griped about being hungry. So Susan had to cook a late dinner, and Suzanne had to go home and cook for her family as well. But by the end of their day together, they had all become tight friends. Even Susan, who was initially reluctant about getting to know Brenda better, looked forward with anticipation to another round of cards next week.

Suzanne was pleased. She wasn't sure where this scheme with Brenda was going or why she did it, exactly. She had the vague vision of herself in an orgy, fucked by Alan on one end, and sucking on Brenda's tits on the other. But she had a long way to go before she could hope to make that a reality. Amongst other things, she'd heard Brenda make a derisive comment about lesbianism at the party where Suzanne concocted the scheme. But Suzanne loved a challenge.

CHAPTER 12

It turned out that Alan didn't even have to wait until Friday for life to get much better. That night, his parents Susan and Ron went to see a movie. Katherine joined them, but Alan declined. Mere minutes after they all went out the door, Suzanne came in. She knew of the movie plans and watched and waited very impatiently for the car to leave.

She came over dressed in a robe, and threw it off after she got in the door. Underneath she wore something that Daisy Duke from the Dukes of Hazard TV show might have worn, but even that character would have been too modest to wear it. She looked somewhat embarrassed, because it was not the kind of clothes she would normally ever wear, even if she wanted to look extremely provocative. The outfit simply screamed "trailer trash" and that was the last thing in the world the sophisticated and cultured Suzanne was.

She spoke with a Southern drawl. "Howdy, stranger. I'm thinking that someone in this-here house has been lackin' in visual stimulation lately. Am I right?"

"Holy fucking crap, Suzanne! You are so right!" Alan was so excited that his penis sprung out of his short shorts of its own volition.

Suzanne wore cut-off jeans which were quite short in the front, but even shorter in the back. In fact, in the back it almost seemed as if she wore a G-string made out of blue denim fabric. Her top was a light green tube top that she'd cut from below right up to the nipple line. Any slight movement on her part would cause the fabric to ride up her boobs all the way. As she modeled the outfit for Alan, she used her upper arms to strategically push her boobs further forward and out. It made her look so top heavy that Alan was half-convinced gravity would force her to fall forward at any moment.

She went on with her faked Southern accent, "I've been a-thinkin' that someone in this-here house is way overdue for a good ol' cocksuckin'. What do ya think about that-there idea, partner? Looks like you there could use a good tongue lickin' of yer third leg, I reckon. How 'bout it, mister?"

She said all of this with the most exaggerated Southern accent she could conjure up, and she was very good with accents. As if that wasn't stimulation enough, she moved one hand to a tit, which was instantly uncovered, and the other to her crotch, and began to stroke herself beneath her shorts. "I'm so doggone horny, it's right lucky there ain't no farm animals in sight," she drawled as she tried to keep a straight face.

Alan loved role-playing, and was so excited that he nearly creamed then and there. In fact, he ran to his room to give himself a chance to cool down some, saying, "See you in my room in a few minutes, partner," as he sped off. He would have loved to banter back in this manner for a while using a Southern accent of his own, but he was forced to retreat instead so he wouldn't lose it completely and ejaculate before the fun really started.

Alan sat in his room and drew upon the most unerotic thoughts he could come up with, just to calm down a bit. Suzanne soon came in, and he said, "Best Visual Stimulation Ever award! I'd love to banter, but I'm so ready. Please do me now!"

"Who?" she said, acting innocent. "Lil' ol' me? I just luuuuv to suck a cock, don't ya know? Any cocks here that need a-suckin'? Oh, here's one!" She dropped the accent and the role and got down to what she loved the most, lately: slurping and licking Alan's penis.

"Oh yes! Oh yes! So good! So good!" screamed Alan, safe in the knowledge that the house was completely empty for once.

Alan tried his best to endure, but he couldn't last for long in the face of such an erotic assault. As the cum pumped out of his penis and down Suzanne's throat, she sucked on him so hard he thought she might pull it off completely or turn it inside-out.

After he shot his seed into Suzanne's mouth, the two of them rested. Suzanne said, in her normal voice, "I leave you alone for nearly two days, and this is what happens. I'd hate to see your reaction if I was gone for a week! Isn't anyone taking care of you?"

Alan thought it prudent not to mention what happened- and what WOULD happen- with Katherine. "Susan did do a penis abnormality check on Tuesday. She made it as clinical and passion-free as she could, though."

"You poor thing. Forced to abuse yourself because your mean old mother doesn't help enough and your father being in town. I'm looking every day for a chance to come over, but with Ron around this is the best I can do."

Then in a playful but chastising tone, she complained, "However, I expect a little better from you. More staying power. Can you do it again? I just happen to know the movie is exactly one hour and thirty seven minutes long."

"Can I do it again?" he asked incredulously. "With you dressed like that, that's like asking does a bear shit in the woods. God yes! I love you, Suzanne. You're the greatest. And I'm the luckiest guy alive."

She laughed. "You are that, for sure. But 'I love you' - are you just saying that? What do you mean?"

"I mean just that. I know I haven't been very expressive of my feelings in the past. I mean I love you, in every way. Sexually, hell yeah. But also as a friend, and as a person, in every way. You've always been so kind and good to me, ever since I was a baby. I'm so lucky you're in my life. You've been so caring for me that you're practically like my second mother. If that's not love, then I don't know what is."

"Oh Alan!" Suzanne exclaimed, suddenly dizzy with happiness. She'd been around the block with men many times, but she felt giddy, as if Alan were her first crush. "My Sweetie! I love you too! In all those ways too."

They kissed for many minutes. Suzanne's top was already completely off, and Alan's hands roamed all over her body. As usual, though, for when he had these kinds of opportunities with Suzanne, "all over" meant an intense focus on her chest and some exploration elsewhere. But she loved it.

She sucked him to orgasm again, but this time they took over an hour to do it. She kept him right on the edge, always aware of just when to pull back and give him a rest. For the first time, Alan felt his PC muscle exercises really paying dividends. He kept her on the edge too, and then some, as she had orgasm after orgasm. In fact, she had more than she'd ever had in her life at one time. Somewhere along the line her Daisy Duke shorts came off, and his fingers pistoned in and out of her pussy and anus until his hands were sore, often doing both holes at the same time.

Suzanne however wasn't ready to have him go further, purely because of the continuing long-term danger of getting caught. She realized that at the very least she had to wait until Susan's husband was gone, or else the odds of getting caught would be too high. Opportunities like this movie night were extremely rare, and once she started she didn't want to get fucked only every once in a while.

She however had the timing of her visit worked out down to the minute to maximize her time. She jacked him off and sucked him off for yet a third time, and then the two of them quickly cleaned up and used air freshener to erase all traces of their activities. Both were so sticky and sweaty that they had to take quick showers.

As Suzanne finally turned to leave, Alan said, "Wait a sec. Can you just stand like that for a minute? I want to admire your remarkable back side."

"Anything for you, Alan." She wiggled her butt suggestively as she stood by his door.

All she had on was the tiny mockery of cut-off jeans. And to please him further, she pulled it up with her hand, which caused it to ride even further up her ass crack. Yet Alan noted that even after everything they just did together, she still wore high-heeled shoes as well. Ever since he began his "medical treatment," she was rarely in his sight without high-heeled shoes, and that was one thing about her that turned him on so much. If nothing else, it showed a remarkable dedication to please him. About the only time he saw her without heels was when she was completely naked.

"Damn, you are one healthy woman, do you know that?" Alan enthused. "And Daisy. I can't wait to see her again and her cocksuckin' ways."

"Cocksuckin'?" Suzanne turned her head around and used her Southern drawl again. "Someone in these here parts mention a cocksuckin'? Why, I'd just die for a mouth-waterin', tit-jigglin', pussy-tinglin', friendly neighborly cocksuckin'! It's been nearly ten minutes since my last one, and that's far too long. Everybody in town says I'm the best cocksucker around, and that's no boastin', just plain factualizin'. Why, my pappy says I'm better at cocksuckin' than I am at fuckin', and he should know first hand about both, better than anybody! Even all my brothers say Daisy's better at cocksuckin' than any of her sisters, and that's sayin' a lot, since us Duke women win the Annual Lower East Podunk County Cocksucking Festival prize every single year! Ain't that the truth, Sweetie?"

"Enough!" cried Alan. "You're driving me wild and my penis hurts!" But Suzanne was having too much fun to stop.

"I hate to boast, but, why, I'll bet there isn't a single man in the whole county who won't tell you from hands-on experience what a good cocksucker I's is. Even at school, the principal made me a special allowance so I could take all my classes lyin' on a bed instead of a-sittin' in one of them uncomfortable chair thingies. That's so the other students and teachers can have one cock or another in my mouth all day long, and another one up my cute lil' cunny. Can't be forgettin' my bum hole, neither. Why, it's gotten so that I can hardly think straight unless all three of my holes are gettin' pumped full of somethin'. That's a Duke women tradition it is, them beds at school. I never use one of them chairs for nuthin', on account of people always makin' me lie down and get fucked, if I want to or not. Course, I almost always want to.

"Doesn't matter what I think, though. The town council passed an ordinance, all special for me and us Duke women. Says the rape laws don't count for us, but instead we's commitin' a crime if we refuse to be fucked at any time by anybody. Don't even know why I ever bother wearin' these-here shorts, since it's likely least three different people'll take 'em off before I even reach school in the mornin'. Always late to most everythin', I am, on account of being fucked so much by passin' strangers."

Alan, to his amazement, found his penis hard yet again. He immediately began to stroke it.

"Course, we Dukes just have one big bed back at the ranch. 'Bout as wide as a cornfield, that bed is, but it's plowin' season every day on that bed. Why, it gets just plain confusin', that big bed does, tryin' to reckon who's plowin' who. I never can tell if that tongue up my ass belongs to my mammy, one of my sisters, my aunties, the neighbors, or just one of them many strange folk passin' by. And there's a tongue up there I reckon just about all the time, unless of course there's a cock fillin' the hole instead. Always a tongue somewhere on me, anyhow.

"Yes siree, we Dukes sure know how to have fun. Speakin' a-which, lookee at this cock raaaght here. Bet it could use some powerful cocksuckin' this very moment. 'Course, I noticed most cocks do. 'Bout the only thing I learned in school, now that I think about it. So many special classes set up just for me and my sisters, with the word 'cocksuckin'' somewhere in the title.

"Too bad I gotta run, 'cos looks like this-here cock would darn near split me in two. Gotta go to the big McCoy orgy tonight. Mammy and pappy wanna fuck me in front of all the neighbors again, like they always do. Says we gotta show them McCoys who's the closest, fuckingest family in these here parts.

"Since I gotta skeedaddle, just stop by the ranch sometime and say howdy to me with yer big prick. Why, it's hardly a proper hello without at least one thorough fuckin' down my tight little love hole, don't ya reckon? I'd be right offended if y'all didn't give me a good hello fuck, plus a good-bye one! Besides, once y'all see my sexy mama and all my sexy, naked sisters, you're gonna want to spend all day there, just fuckin' and suckin' 'em all. That's true southern hospitality for ya. See ya!" Suzanne winked and hurried out of the room.

She threw on her robe by the front door and made it back to her house just minutes before the rest of the Plummers got back from the movie. Alan was forced to furtively and hurriedly jack himself off while locked in his room, even as everyone else started to mill about the house. He marveled at Suzanne's many abilities at work at once: faking accents, spontaneous horny stories, and of course her excellent "cocksuckin'."

Then he pondered the very incestuous nature of Suzanne's story, and his own situation. Unbelievable. I'm going to fuck my own sister tomorrow. And I'm getting blowjobs from my mom. Everything is becoming sexual, like I've fallen through an Alice in Wonderland rabbit hole into a sex world. It's like I'm half way to that mythical county in Suzanne's story! I think I'm gonna have some kind of death by sex nervous breakdown. Fucking unbelievable!