But before anyone else really paid attention to what she did, Alan got up, grabbed her, and pulled her away from the table. Her top flew open a bit more, but no one saw it as he'd spun her away from the others. Meanwhile he asked, "Amy, could I speak to you for a minute?"

A safe distance from the table, he was able to whisper to her and get her to cover up. But the incident made him wonder just how much he could trust Amy not to screw things up. He realized that the further they initiated her into sex, the more chances there would be for her to say or do something that could ruin everything. He also decided that they'd have to be more careful in the ways they teased Amy.

As it was, Alan was at the end of his mental limit. He'd had so much sexual excitement in the last two days that he felt he couldn't take it any more. He was more than a little relieved to go to the party and mingle with grown ups in a completely sex-free environment. He needed time to absorb all the changes, especially sex with his sister.

Katherine seemed completely unfazed by the enormity of what they'd done and all she wanted was more sex. Alan could understand how she felt - it reminded him of when he first got a computer, and for days he was so excited he could think or do little else but focus on the computer. But somehow all the sexual contact with multiple females made him more wary than his sister. He felt he was in this for the long haul and had to be very careful. Whereas she completely relied on him to be the careful one.

Alan slept in on Saturday morning. When he finally woke up he went down to the kitchen for breakfast, but everyone was gone. He was a bit spoiled in that he expected his mother to always cook for him, even breakfast, so he went to find her. She was in her bedroom, where she shaved her legs and wore just a towel. Nonetheless, she said, "Come in."

Alan was a bit surprised but not too surprised by her scanty garb. It seemed that half the time he'd seen her around the house in the past couple of days, she wore just a white towel. But this one was smaller than the rest: wrapped around her, it just barely managed to cover up her nipples and her bush, and there was barely an inch to spare on either top or bottom.

She sat on the edge of her bed with her razor, seemingly not bothered by his presence. "What is it, Tiger?"

"Oh, nothing much. Just feeling a bit hungry is all."

"Let me help you with that. I'll cook you some nice pancakes. Would you like that? Or would you prefer French toast?"

"French toast sounds good."

"Okay. ... Um, before you go, Son, I have a question."

"Shoot." Alan tried to appear casual but in fact he had his hands folded together in front of his crotch to block the view of a raging, throbbing boner brought on by the sight of his mother.

"Tiger, I'm a bit concerned about your... you know. Reaching your daily target. I know how tortured you must be lately; Suzanne and I have been talking about it a lot. I'm concerned that without getting a lot of help, uh, manual help from others, your member may be getting, you know, uh, worn out a little."

"Yeah, you could say that." If Alan was hard before, he was doubly so now.

"That's why I thought it would be a good idea to give you this." Susan stood up to get something, but as she stood, the towel fell completely off of her body. She grabbed it as it fell, and pulled it back towards her.

Alan lurched forward to try to help with the towel, but as he did so his penis sprang out from under his shorts and bounced forward. It didn't just peek out of the shorts partly or a little bit - it came out completely and nearly carried his balls out with it.

Susan pulled the towel up to her chest, which effectively covered her crotch, but she just held it with one hand over her cleavage and left almost all of her tits still uncovered. She stared down in horror at Alan's manhood.

He quickly covered it up with both hands. Then, belatedly, he stuffed it back into his shorts as his mother watched intently.

"Um, sorry about that," he finally said.

"No, it's my fault. Never mind! It's nothing you and I haven't seen before, ha-ha." The laughter was a bit forced, and Alan forced himself to laugh back. But it mostly defused the situation. "Let's not even think about that, Tiger. Remember: that's in the past. Ancient history."

Alan nodded, though he wondered why she still held the towel with only one hand and barely covered her nudity at all. He didn't really believe her ancient history line.

"Anyway, I was about to give you something. Since I'm a bit indisposed, can you get it for me? It's a jar I've put in the drawer with all my bras." She turned sideways and pointed towards her clothes cabinet, which allowed Alan a great side view of her - not exactly of her ass, but certainly her shapely hips and incredibly toned, long legs.

Alan reluctantly tore his eyes away and followed her outstretched arm towards the cabinet. He walked over and opened up the drawer where he knew she kept her underwear. "That's the one," she said calmly as he opened it up.

Indeed, there was a jar there. He picked it up and looked at the label. It read, "KY Lubricating Jelly."

He turned back towards her.

She still held the towel in such a way that he could see nearly all of her tits. "Tiger, you don't use any lubricant when you do you thing, so I'm concerned about, you know, damage. But it'll be better if you use that."

He was genuinely doubtful. He'd masturbated a certain way for a long time and wasn't keen on changing. "I don't know, Mom. This stuff looks really weird."

"It's not weird." She walked towards him until she stood right next to him. She held the jar with her free hand, so both of them now held it. She opened it up and the lid came off easily; it was clear it had been opened already. "Look. It's cherry flavored. It feels good and it tastes really nice. Try it. You'll get used to it."

"How do you know what it tastes like? And why should I care about the taste?"

She blushed. "The taste is, uh, in case a nice young lady wants to help you out with her mouth. ... But please, let's not discuss this. This is very embarrassing, especially with the way I'm dressed. Or not dressed!" She coughed nervously. "It's a good thing your father is off playing golf."

Alan had totally forgotten about Ron. The mention of him freaked him out. Suddenly Alan wanted to be out of the room, and fast. He grabbed the jar with both hands, and said, "Thanks, Mom. You're so sweet and thoughtful. I'll uh, I'll try this out later." He left the room, his head swimming.

Alan went to the beach with his friends Peter and Sean not long after that, and had many restful hours free of sexual excitement, not counting all the beautiful babes on the beach. There was one more brief sexual event that day, however.

Shortly after dinner on Saturday night, Amy came over. The whole Plummer family, even Ron, sat in the living room watching TV.

Amy sat in an easy chair right next to Alan. While the others were engaged in an interesting program, she leaned over towards him and said, "Alan, I'm worried about a big test coming up on Monday. Not only that, but I think I have bad breath. Can you help me out? I think you know what I'd like." Then she winked and opened her mouth really wide.

Alan thought back and recalled that he and Katherine had told Amy that putting Alan's penis in one's mouth boosted test scores, cured bad breath, and much more. Since he'd convinced her yesterday that she was allowed to touch penises, she was eager to try out their promised remedies.

She continued to sit there with her mouth gaping open and her eyes closed, as if she expected him to put his penis in her mouth right there and then. Even worse, she'd taken off a top she had on earlier, and now wore nothing but a very revealing, very low-cut dress plus pantyhose. One hand clutched at her chest and the other seemed to look for her pussy but was at least temporarily stymied by the dress.

Alan looked around and noticed that Susan and Ron hadn't looked Amy's way yet. Even though technically she hadn't done anything wrong, to sit with one's mouth gaping wide and all but fondle one's self was bound to lead to questions if someone else noticed her.

Alan thought quickly. "Umm, yeah Amy, but can it wait a bit?" He snapped his fingers, which caused her to open her eyes. He waved his hand and tried to indicate he wanted her to close her mouth with hand gestures and mimed with his mouth what he wanted her to do.

But she just smiled playfully. She asked to the whole group, "Susan and Ron, aren't you going out soon?"

Ron replied without turning his head, "Yeah, we'll be leaving as soon as this show is over. That's so nice you kids are working on your homework together."

Alan scanned the room. He was grateful that the show was on and not a commercial, or certainly Ron would be more inclined to look over while talking. Amy seemed like she wanted to get caught. He noticed that Katherine smiled, too, and she raised a curious and knowing eyebrow at him.

Amy answered, "Alan is great. I can't wait to taste..."

Alan interrupted, "Hold on! Let's go back to my room. I don't like this show and I'll help you right now."

The three teenagers retired to Alan's room.

As soon as the door to his room closed, Alan berated Amy. "Never talk about anything having to do with body parts in front of Ron! I thought you knew that!"

"Gosh. I'm sorry! I was just having a little fun. I was just so excited to get your penis treatment. Or treatments." She giggled. Alan looked at her crossly. She added more seriously, "I'm really sorry. It's just that it seems like everyone else is having so much fun and I'm missing out."

Alan felt a lot of sympathy for that. I am kind of treating her like an extra piece of furniture. Kind of toying with her, too. It's not very nice.

Katherine said to her brother, "Can I speak to you for a second, alone?"

So Amy waited outside his door. Katherine spoke in a quiet voice. "Given all the lies we told her, Amy is going to want to suck you off every day now. But that's not fair! I'm not allowed to do anything with you at home, and she's gonna get all that? I have enough competition as it is. Can't you keep it cool with her for a while? You already promised me you would. Anyways, it would be prudent to wait at least until Ron leaves, given the close call you just had in the living room. Not to mention what she did even in front of Eric last night!"

Alan agreed. He thought, My first priority is to my sister and keeping her happy. I'll make it up to Amy later. He brought Amy back in and told her to wait for any penis related "help" until after Ron left town.

Katherine then took Amy to the bathroom for another mutual pussy shaving. The two girls could be in there together easily enough behind locked doors - Susan and Ron would just think they were doing "girlish" beauty stuff. But it would be too dangerous for Alan to take part.

Alan left a short time afterwards to see a movie with his friends. It was a remarkably social day for him compared to recent days. He felt like he had to make some more effort in that direction.

CHAPTER 3 (Sunday, Oct. 27)

On Sunday morning, Alan found himself at home and bored. By his recent standards, Saturday had been very sexually tame: his mother dropped her towel, and Amy wore a sexy dress and briefly teased him. He'd had to take care of all six of his orgasms by himself. By Friday night, his mood of feeling sexually overwhelmed was long gone. He was frustrated not to have help from Suzanne, and was also raring to fuck his sister some more.

As far as Suzanne went, he knew she was still very eager, but had to keep it cool until Ron left.

His father Ron wouldn't leave until Thursday, and unfortunately that would be during Alan's supposed S Club meeting (i.e., his time to fuck his sister and Kim). The whole family was to see Ron off at the airport, as usual.

Until then, Alan figured things would be pretty boring at home. Outside of home it was a different story, of course, and he looked forward to Monday with great anticipation. For one thing, he could look forward to the first of hopefully many secret daily meetings with his teacher Glory Rhymer. Maybe she'd even deep throat him again if he was lucky. Then there was another "S Club meeting" at Kim's house where he could fuck both his sister and Kim.

But those brief erotic trysts outside the house made the prospects inside the house that much more boring. He was still determined to do absolutely nothing untoward with his sister in the house, despite her occasional protests. There were many temptations, such as the idea of having Alan help shave Amy's pussy again, but they decided they shouldn't risk it.

Katherine had it easier. She could go out and do social things with her new friend Kim and not arouse suspicions. And if their idea of socializing was to fuck each other, no one at home would be the wiser. But if Alan went along, it would immediately provoke suspicions that Kim was his new girlfriend, and he figured he had enough lies to cope with already. His sister could also "shave" Amy every day, and generally did. It inevitably became a mutual masturbation session.

Alan's great hope was that Suzanne would come forward for him and make the weekend a little bit more interesting. I've seen so little of her since mother got all strict! And when I have seen her, it's been sooo intense. So good. But she hasn't even been around the house much, just to hang out. Suzanne secretly, or maybe not so secretly, hates my dad. She blames him for problems in my mom's life, like her general lack of love and a romantic life, I guess.

The whole family went to church. Then Alan played tennis with his friend Peter, and the two of them lay out in the sun and swam in the pool a bit. Once Peter left, Alan quickly grew bored. Back in his room, he decided to watch one of those porn films his mother had bought him in what already seemed ages ago. He originally thought he would watch them all the time, but in fact, had only seen a couple. So far, his own fantasies and real-life experiences were much more mentally stimulating than actors who badly acted their way through a porn film. But he wanted to force himself to do something different.

He drew the drapes, which made his room dark as a dungeon, put one of the tapes in his new video player, and began to watch. He sat naked in his chair and languidly stroked his penis at the passable action on the screen, when he heard a knock on the door.

"Hi Sweetie, it's me, Suzanne. Can I come in?"

"Umm, just a sec. I'm naked." Alan was excited just to hear the sound of Suzanne's naturally very sultry voice.

She pushed the door open. "And that's a problem? Don't bother getting dressed for lil' ol' me," she said with a Southern drawl as she boldly walked into his room.

"Suzanne. Hey!" Alan said as he swiveled his chair around towards her. Then he looked up at her, and then did a double take in disbelief that such a gorgeous woman could exist, much less walk into his room.

"Jesus, Suzanne, you look amazing today!" he exclaimed. Suzanne was dressed in some variant of biker gear, an extremely unusual look compared to her usual sophisticated tastes. The black look contrasted dramatically and effectively with her pale alabaster skin and dark reddish brown hair. Her tight black leather shorts were dramatically unbuttoned. Her black top had a wonder-bra type feature of pushing her tits even further out. On Suzanne it was about as necessary as giving Bill Gates more money.

After he gawked at her a bit more he said, "I'm sooo glad to see you."

She reached down and placed her hands on his penis, which had already done it's best to reach out towards her. "Really? I never would have noticed, except for when this thing nearly poked me in the eye from across the room." She automatically began to stroke his penis, as if this was how she greeted people, instead of with a handshake.

Thinking quickly, he responded, "Your tits nearly poked ME in the eye from across the room." She laughed.

Alan was delighted with the situation. I've been having a lot of amazing experiences with some totally beautiful women lately, but none of them are as beautiful as Suzanne! Except for my mom, but she must not be home right now. I've been without Suzanne's experienced touch far too often lately! ... Dang! It's like some kind of famous supermodel stepped out of a pin-up poster and materialized in the flesh in my room. How dense was I for thinking of Suzanne as merely an attractive, fairly typical mother instead of the total knockout bombshell sex goddess she really is!

He groaned with delight, mostly over what her hands did. "Aunt Suzy, I know my mom is well-known for looking so young, but there is no way in hell you're thirty-nine years old. Wow. I gather we're the only ones home?"

"Let me answer that with some nonverbal communication." She pulled her top off which caused her boobs to explode outwards as her top fell to the ground. She pulled off her shorts, which surprised Alan a bit to reveal short black panties underneath. Then she dropped to her knees as if she worshipped his prick.

"I take it that's a yes?" said Alan with dry wit. He surprised himself that he could not only speak if the face of such beauty, but actually say something droll.

"I wish I could tell you, Sweetie, but my mouth is too full with your cock to talk." She bent forward and began to suck.

Alan reached out and groped her boobs, but she pushed his hands away.

She sucked him with powerful force, like a human vacuum cleaner, and then tickled lightly with the tip of her tongue. Her tongue swirled around and around. By now she knew exactly what turned him on the most and used that knowledge to full effect. Alan couldn't hold out for long against such expert exertions.

He cried out, "Oh! Oh God! Oh, oh, oh! Oh no!" He said no, because he couldn't hold off. "Oh shit! God! Fucking hell! Yes!" He gave up resistance and unclenched his PC muscle. "Fuck! Ah! Suzanne, I'm gonna fill your mouth! Yes!"

She took every last drop of his load in her mouth. She was great at swallowing. Then she continued to suck and lick his quickly-flaccid penis, which brought it back to life in short order. Once it was erect, she pulled back and began to talk to him while one hand played with his penis.

"So, Sweetie, you been missing me?" She seemed calm, but Alan could hardly believe the ease with which she brought him to the heights of passion, and even after he climaxed, she brought him right back up to an ecstatic state after only a minor lull.

"Yes! Totally! You don't know how much. It's like you were reading my mind when you came in. Dang, you're so good! It's been what, three days already since you and Daisy Duke came by."

"Thanks. I've been trying, but it's so hard to get you alone these days. Just to make it up to you, one of these days I might give you a handjob. ... Oh wait! I'm doing that already!" she said in mock surprise. "Or a blowjob. Wait a sec? Is that the taste of your cum in my mouth?"

She experimentally gurgled. "It is! How did that get there? I must have given you a blowjob too. Oh well, we'll just have to think of more naughty things I can do with you."

"Something like a titfuck?" suggested Alan, surprisingly boldly for him. He remembered Akami's "homework assignment."

"I thought you'd never ask. ... Unfortunately, we'd better not. Boundaries, you know. I know I've been lenient, but we have to keep SOME boundaries. Especially as your mother has been riding my ass lately. And unfortunately I don't mean that literally." She winked, which surprised Alan with what he assumed was a joke.

Joke or not, he had a sudden vision of Susan sitting on Suzanne as if she sat on a horse, and smacking her butt with a rider's crop. He grew that much more excited.

"In theory she doesn't have an issue with my helping you with your problem if I stay within the boundaries, but in practice I'm not so sure. She's really taken this crusade against sinfulness thing to heart. We were just both at an afternoon party of mutual friends, and I slipped away early to be with you. But she might be back soon."

"But," continued Suzanne, "speaking of titfucks, it sounds like you've been finding others to play with lately. I gather you speak of it with first-hand knowledge."

"I was hoping I could do it with you, 'cos that's my homework assignment." Alan went on to tell Suzanne all about his meeting with Akami on Friday.

Suzanne took advantage of the fact that she didn't have to talk to lick his penis with her dexterous tongue. She was gentle and frequently stopped to keep his endurance up. But at the same time she acted like someone who planned to never let go.

When he was done with the description of his first titfuck, he decided to go on and tell her about some of his other sexual adventures. Obviously he couldn't talk about what he'd done with his sister Katherine, nor could he talk about how he'd helped Susan's daughter Amy shave her pussy. And both of those tied to cheerleading too much, so that also ruled out Kim and such connected adventures, to be on the safe side. That just left his teacher Glory, but then he realized Suzanne and Glory actually knew each other fairly well from parent teacher conferences, and that Glory would hate it he told anyone anything, even if he tried to be circumspect.

He was frustrated. He very much wanted to be free and open with Suzanne, but felt it would be unwise. He still thought about what to say while she continued to stroke when they heard the sound of a garage door as it opened. Someone is home!

Alan frantically jumped up, but Suzanne calmed him down. "Don't worry, we've got a couple of minutes," she said. "Put on your shirt, shorts, and underwear, and just sit here and relax. I'll put on an actual shirt, which I have around here somewhere, and see who it is." Suzanne got up and left the room.

She came back quickly, now adorned in an unbuttoned blouse from the underwear cabinet, closed the door, and knelt down in front of him again. "It's only your mother. So stick your cock out from under your shorts, and let's finish where we let off. Now where were we? Oh yes. I believe it had something to do with stroking your cock." She winked playfully as she unzipped his shorts.

"Bu-bu-but," Alan stammered in surprise as she took his manhood in hand yet again. She kept her blouse on, but made sure it was wide open in front, so her massive, ivory tits could dangle in front of Alan's eyes.

"Like I was saying before, when it comes to your mom's attitude we don't know the difference between theory and practice and where her boundaries really lie. So this is a good time to find out. We're both clothed now, more or less, and this is just a handjob, so this is as tame as it gets. Anyways, there's a strategic reason I'm wearing these undies and didn't want a titfuck. I was hoping she'd come home and find us."

Alan closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure. He left the thinking to Suzanne. She was good at that kind of thing.

CHAPTER 4

Alan's mother stayed in some other part of the house for a few minutes. Suzanne kept Alan's penis on the verge the whole time. Eventually Susan knocked on Alan's door.

"Tiger, are you watching TV in there?" The porn video still quietly played, even though no one watched it. "Could you help me with some chores?"

"Eventually," he finally replied.

"Eventually? Now listen to me..." she said as she opened his door and walked in, dressed in the conservative clothes she'd just worn to the afternoon party she'd been at with Suzanne.

She gasped in surprise at the sight of Suzanne kneeling before him while she lovingly stroked his penis. She dropped a few cleaning supplies she happened to be carrying. "Suzanne! What are you doing here?!?"

"What does it look like?" her best friend replied, as calm as can be. "Just helping Alan with his problem. Do you mind?"

"D-d-d-d-do I mind?" Susan's eyes were fixated on Alan's penis. Suzanne cleverly moved her body to make sure Susan had a good view. Anger slowly morphed into a too-long suppressed hunger for cock. After nearly a minute, she snapped out of it enough to reply, "Yes! Of course I mind!"

"And why should that be?" Suzanne calmly asked and deigned to look up at Susan finally. Suzanne deliberately hadn't even broken stride as she stroked Alan's thick tool. Alan kept his head low and tried to stay out of any argument.

There was another pause. Susan was too transfixed by the handjob to think. Finally Susan nervously said, "What if it wasn't me who walked in? I mean, what I mean is, what if it had been my husband or Katherine or your daughter who walked in here? Especially my husband? What would you have said?"

"That wouldn't have happened," Suzanne replied while she continued to stroke Alan's rod and didn't even particularly look in Susan's direction or mind her presence much. "We both heard a car coming, and I checked to see who it was. We only continued when I was sure it was you. Obviously if it was someone else, I would have stopped. But you know as well as I do that Alan needs this kind of assistance. You know how much he's been suffering lately, so I decided to take matters into my own hands, so to speak."

Suzanne returned her gaze to the penis right in front of her face, and caressed it lovingly.

Susan coughed in an effort to get Suzanne's attention, but Suzanne didn't look up. So Susan said, "But what if it was Amy who slipped in through the back porch without you hearing?"

"She still always would have knocked on Alan's door. She has good manners; I should know, I raised her. And as you can see, we could have been presentable in seconds, and we weren't saying anything unusual, either. I'm being very clinical and clear on boundaries. See how Alan is watching a porn video for safe mental imagery, and to mask sounds?"

"Suzanne..." Susan tried to think of something to complain about, but Suzanne didn't do anything that Susan hadn't done to Alan on Tuesday. "I.... I still don't like it. As long as my husband is here, this is too dangerous, period. Alan just has to do without help for a few more days. That's not too much to ask."

"You didn't think that on Tuesday," chided Suzanne.

Susan didn't want to respond to that, but after an awkward pause in the room, she said, "That's different. The nurse said I had to perform an abnormality check. His penis is in very grave danger of injury."

Suzanne replied, "That's true, but the nurse also says he has to get plenty of help in his stimulations. Doesn't he need help at least half the time? Who's helping him with that? Since you didn't respond to my offer, I figure I can at least help him a bit when we know your husband is out for a long time."

Susan stammered, "B-b-b-but, but, it's too dangerous! And how can I hold a conversation with you when you're ... you're... doing you-know-what!"

"Doing what?" Suzanne asked with false cluelessness.

"You know what I mean!" She pointed with her finger at Alan's crotch. "That! Your hand is pumping... Your fist is around his... You know! His thing!"

"What thing?" Suzanne loved to play dumb.

"His penis! You can't do that!"

"Oh. His penis. If you feel that way, then fine. I'll just finish up here, then. Or would you rather that I stop and you take over? My hands are getting so tired. It seems his penis is insatiable."

Susan licked her lips unconsciously and her eyes opened even wider. "Um, no, you can finish."

"Oh goody! That's so generous of you to give me his sweet, sweet love nectar. Sweetie, are you ready to cum?"

"Oh, yes!" was all a barely-coherent Alan could manage in reply.

Suzanne began to rub him more vigorously. Since he had been on the edge of an orgasm so long, it didn't take him much to cross over. "Then be a dear, Sweetie, and cum. Did you hear your mother? She wants you to cum for her."

She tried to think of where he should deposit his cum, but realized there wasn't a good place that would satisfy Susan's prudish side. "Quick, Susan, where should he cum?" she finally asked.

Susan was still transfixed; her eyes still wide open. At first the question didn't even register. "Um, I don't know..."

"Too late! Alan, aim for my face!" Alan shot his load towards Suzanne's face from several inches away. His hot semen shot towards her cheek and splattered there. But she opened her mouth wide and quickly redirected its aim with her hand so that it mostly hit her in the mouth instead.

She also closed the distance until her mouth was almost on his prick, like she had leaned into a drinking fountain for a delicious, cool drink. She took most of the rest of his many ropes without making much of a mess.

"There, that wasn't so messy, was it?" Suzanne said as she stood up and faced Susan. She smiled at her friend as she ran her fingers over her face, swept up Alan's gobs of cum and sucked them into her mouth off of her fingers.

Susan's mouth just opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. She unconsciously clenched her legs together because her pussy pulsed with a mind of its own. She staggered backwards and propped herself against a wall. Then she came in her clothes and underwear. Her body trembled, and Suzanne at least noticed.

Suzanne continued, "Sweetie, let's go help your mother out with her chores." Alan wisely remained mum and began to zip up his shorts.

Susan exclaimed with indignation, "Suzanne, I forbid this behavior in this house! I forbid it!" She forgot that she'd just given Suzanne permission to do this mere moments before. Even as Susan said this, she felt her pussy tingle more urgently with delight, and barely suppressed the urge to help Suzanne lick the cum off of her face and hair. She ran her own hands over her own face, in unconscious imitation of what Suzanne did.

Suzanne changed Susan's meaning by correcting, "Until your husband leaves, I know. Don't worry Alan, that's only a few days away. Oh, by the way, Susan, as you know, really the only way to get rid of Alan's cum is to eat it. There's enough of this yummy stuff here to share. As you know, his loads are soooo big. Would you like some?" She scooped a big gob of cum off of her face, and presented the gob-soaked finger to Susan.

"Umm... No... Yummy... No... I really shouldn't..." Susan blushed a deep red, and closed her eyes in embarrassment.

"Okay then. More for me!" Suzanne laughed with glee, as if she didn't have a care in the world. "Now, how can we help with the chores?" Suzanne smiled, assured that her latest scheme had its predicted effect on Susan.

Susan staggered off to her bedroom, nearly too weak in the knees to walk. She slammed the door shut and fervently wished she had a vibrator. But her fingers kept her plenty busy.

CHAPTER 5

That evening, Susan's husband Ron left to spend time with some business partners which left her alone. Suzanne came over and tried her best to build on what Susan had seen earlier in the day and get Susan even more sexually excited for her son.

"It won't be long now until your husband leaves," Suzanne pointed out.

"Too long, if you ask me," Susan griped. "Some marriage we've got, hunh?"

"Hey, I've got an idea," Suzanne said perkily. "When he leaves, you're going to want to dress a bit more sexily than what you're wearing now, right?"

"Yeah, sure, but within moderation. I'm not going to get carried away like I did before."

"Fair enough. But do you have enough to wear that's really sexy? Why don't we go to your bedroom and try on some things, since we've got nothing better to do tonight anyway?"

So they went to Susan's bedroom and tried on some clothes. Suzanne could sense Susan begin to loosen up, especially since having witnessed her stroking the cum out of Alan's meaty penis. Slowly but surely she got Susan comfy enough to put on more and more sexy clothing as the evening went on. The fact that they'd both been drinking wine heavily didn't hurt the mood one bit.

They tried out underwear and talked about how the same bras fit them, when Susan asked, "Suzanne, which one of us really has the bigger chest? I mean, I know we wear the same sized bra, but one of us has to be bigger. Who is it?"

"I honestly have no idea," Suzanne answered in all truthfulness. "It's so close it doesn't really matter. But why don't we find out?"

"Okay," Susan said giddily.

"I don't have a tape measure on me, so why don't we use the hand method? Put your hands on your own, get a sense of the size, and then put your hands on mine."

It was hardly the most accurate way to measure boobs, but Susan felt so tipsy and sexy that she couldn't think straight and thought it sounded reasonable. She hesitated, but Suzanne thrust her tits out provocatively, and Susan finally couldn't resist the sight. She told herself it was okay since both of them wore bras and panties.

Once she had her hand on one of Suzanne's tits, she found she wanted more, and began to overtly grope Suzanne's boobs with both hands. She switched back to play with her own, and then returned to Suzanne's.

"So whose is bigger?" Suzanne asked after a while.

"I don't know. So hard to tell." Susan continued to fondle Suzanne's tits, and Suzanne did all she could to nonverbally encourage it.

"You know," Susan finally said, "this reminds me of Akami's breast checks."

Suzanne asked with false naiveté, "Oh, you know how to do those? I don't. Can you do a check for me?"

For some reason that seemed to scare Susan, as she recalled that she lost control in Akami's office, and she took her hands away. Then she said, "I think it's time to say goodnight. Thanks for the fun evening."

Suzanne thought she'd pushed enough for now. So she drew back a bit, and started to put some more clothing on. She asked idly, "So who has the bigger boobs then? Did you figure it out?"

"No, unfortunately. I think maybe we're exactly the same."

"That could be." Both of them put on skirts, but they still only wore bras on top. Suzanne asked, "Do you mind if I give yours a quick check, since you did mine?"

Susan felt more relaxed since she had started to get dressed, and said, "Okay, but briefly."

Suzanne nodded, and spoke as she touched Susan's tits for the first time in her life. She acted casual, but inside she was tremendously excited. "Speaking of big body parts, Alan sure has a big one, don't you think?"

"Suzaaaaanne!" Susan cried in frustration. "I'm his mother, for crying out loud. You can't say that kind of thing to me." Susan had to stifle a moan as Suzanne lightly caressed the fabric of Susan's bra with both hands.

"Oh, come on, Susan. Don't tell me you're still prudish at heart. We talk about his penis all the time, and you know it. We have to - it's our responsibility. It's medically necessary. If he had, say, a broken leg, we'd be talking about the leg all the time."

"I guess you're right. But we don't have to talk about how big it is. I'm mean, sure, he's well-hung. But it's not like it's a monster or something. Geez! It's just a good size. Not too big and certainly not too small, and thick, yes, but more of a... Hey! See? You're sneaky. How did you get me started on this? Anyway, you should get going. Didn't you say just a minute?"

Suzanne had begun to knead Susan's tits a bit, against her will and better judgment. She asked, "Are you saying you're not proud of his penis? Are you saying it's merely adequate? Don't you love his broad shoulders, and his growing biceps? His kissable lips? How about his tight, cute butt? Isn't he a hunk? As a mother, aren't you proud of all of that?"

"Of course I'm proud! And don't put words in my mouth. I never said his penis was just adequate. It's incredible! And his ass! Oh my God! It's so muscular and so strokable." Susan's eyes were closed now and she was clearly off in some fantasy land. Suzanne had no doubt that in that land, a lot of stroking of asses and penises was going on.

Suzanne had groped so vigorously that Susan's bra had come clear off and fallen down to her waist. Susan was so far gone that she didn't even notice.

But Suzanne finally let go of her friend's bountiful orbs. She didn't want to frighten Susan off, and especially didn't want Susan to have regrets or think too much when she came to her senses.

Susan opened her eyes when she felt the hands on her chest go away. She looked heavily disappointed and a bit surprised to see Suzanne still there. She either wanted to be groped or be alone so she could do it herself. But then her mind came around some more. She saw Suzanne resume dressing and decided to follow suit.

She was too frazzled to think much about how her bra had come undone. And she didn't have time to think because Suzanne said, "You're one lucky mother, do you know that? How many mothers are lucky enough to taste their son's cum straight from the source and fondle their son's ass? Especially such a handsome and kind son."

Susan had a vague feeling she should protest something, but she also wanted to return to her ass-fondling fantasy land. Then it came to her. "Wait a minute. It's not right for a mother to do things like suck their son's penises. Even if they taste really yummy." She was still so drunkenly horny that she could barely think.

"That's why you're so lucky." Suzanne was fully dressed now, but Susan still worked on it. "Most mothers can't do that, but you can. The doctor and nurse would absolutely love if you did that. He'd love you even more. You'd be helping him out. You can suck him off any time you like, day or night. The only thing stopping you is you. You could practically live with his long, full penis in your mouth, squirting rope after rope of cum right into the back of your throat, every day, every hour. Think about that."

Susan did think about such things, literally nearly every minute of the day. But she was too busy with the fantasies Suzanne put in her head while she put her clothes back on to give any verbal response. Her pussy juice flowed freely down her legs, reached her knees, then dripped onto the floor.

The wily Suzanne left not long after, after some more unresolved speculation as to who had the bigger pair of tits. But she left content that she'd knocked another hole or two in the crumbling wall of Susan's resistance.

She thought, This is a huge day for my greater plan to seduce the whole family. She loves my touch. She'll get hot at anything. She's so sexual! Just like me. We're all such a highly sexual bunch. I could have pushed and seduced her so easy, but the psychological preparation isn't there yet. But she definitely has bisexual tendencies. This is going to be soooo damn good!

CHAPTER 6

Alan by contrast spent most of the evening doing him homework - an increasingly rare event. After Suzanne left, the evening, in fact, still wasn't over.

Susan knew, given that it was nine o'clock, Ron wouldn't be home for another hour at least, possibly two. And she was worked up; very worked up. The alcohol, the trying on of clothing, and the mutual touching of boobs certainly contributed, but what drove her to distraction even more was the sight of Suzanne jacking Alan off earlier in the day. It had been in her mind, taunting her, in all the hours since. She knew Alan was in his room just down the hall, all alone, just doing his homework. That thought drove her crazy.

Her thoughts turned to the difficulties she thought he had with his penis: his trouble in doing it six times a day, and the wear and tear on his penis. I doubt if he used the KY Jelly I gave him. Even as I stand here, he may be damaging his penis further! I can't let him do that. I'd better go and check. As Suzanne pointed out, it's really my responsibility to keep a very close eye on his penis. If I check but dress up conservatively, that'll be okay. I don't want him to get the wrong impression.

She made her way to his room, knocked, and went inside. He actually still just sat at his computer and worked on his homework, although he did have plans to masturbate soon. Doing it six times a day, he pretty much always had plans to masturbate soon. Susan said to him, "Tiger, dear, how are you doing?"

"Oh, just fine, Mom." He looked over to her and was disappointed to see that she was very thoroughly dressed. He turned back to his computer.

"That's good. I was talking with Suzanne some more about... your treatment. I'm growing more concerned. Did you use the lubricant that I gave you?"

Alan had not. He preferred to masturbate the way he'd always done it, which was to use a thin piece of cloth or just his hand. He didn't see any need to worry about hurting his penis. "Um, sorry. I have to confess I haven't yet." He added hopefully as he turned to her again, "But I'm planning to!"

She tsk-tsked him. "This is just like asking you to take out the trash. It's always, 'In a little while, Mom, I'm working on something.' But you can't dilly-dally when it comes to your health. I want to make sure you use that lubrication this very evening, even if it means I have to watch you do it." Had Susan been more honest, she would have said, "Especially if it means I have to watch you do it."

She folded her arms under her rack in a way that made her look stern, but also thrust her unbelievable orbs outwards even more. And she knew it.

Alan grew nervous. "Uhhh, what about Dad? Is he home?"

"No, he's off with his drinking buddies. You know how that is. I'll be lucky if he gets home by midnight. Now let's get this over with. Drop your pants and get the lubricant. Now, please. I don't have all day!" Susan fidgeted her legs. She tried to hide from him and herself just how aroused she already was.

Alan got up out of his chair and took out the KY Jelly from a drawer by his bedside. He pulled his shorts off (needless to say, he was hard), and then sat down on the edge of the bed. "Is this good, Mom?"

"Whatever. The important thing is that you use that lubricant. It's not like I want to see this, but I'm not leaving here until you show me you know how to do this the right way."

He suddenly pretended to have second doubts. "I don't know, Mom. I mean, I'm happy that you care so much to be so concerned, but this is such a private act. A personal act. It's so embarrassing to have you watch."

Susan looked away shamefully. "I understand. I'll..."

"No wait, Mom. I don't mind. But if you could take off your top, then that would make us even. And it would provide inspiration for me to 'do my thing.'"

Susan's lust kicked up another notch, and she merely smiled. Even the thought of getting naked in front of her son turned her on. The fact that his hard penis was already exposed made it impossible for her to say no. "Alan Plummer, what am I ever going to do with you? I suppose that's only fair. However, you have to promise me that under no conditions whatsoever will I touch that thing. That's reserved only for Tuesdays. This is not going to be like that dreadful Tuesday that we're not going to ever mention again, is that clear?"

"Yes, Mom. And I promise, Mom." He wondered who the promise was for exactly: his willpower or hers.

"Good. Then let's hurry this up before your father gets home."

Alan noted she had a strange habit of mentioning Ron at the most inopportune times lately, but it didn't cool his ardor much this time, especially as he was able to watch her take her blouse off. While she did that, he took his T-shirt off, just to push things forward a little bit. Then he put the KY Jelly on.

With a resigned tone, she sighed. "I suppose you'll want me to take my bra off, too. But as I hope you can see, I'm not wearing one. So it's your lucky day. Now let's hurry this up."

He nodded, and started to jack off. She walked to within a couple of feet of him and her boobs swayed all the way. He watched her every move very closely.

Almost immediately, she asked, "How is it feeling lately, Tiger?"

He hammed it up. "Oh mom, it gets sooo sore! So painful! To do it all by myself without any soft female hands to help, sometimes I can hardly stand it. But I think about how you're always telling me to strive to do my best, so I keep on."

"Oh Tiger! I'd love to, uh, I mean, I wish I could help, directly, but rules are rules. I hate to see my little boy suffer! It pains me so much!"

"Well, it's not total suffering, I must admit. For instance, right now what I'm doing is feeling pretty okay, thanks to your presence here. Even with all you beauties running around the house, I can't tell you how hard it is to get inspired six times every single day. Sometimes I just want to have a break, you know?"

"Oh, I know, I know. Be strong for us all, so you'll get better!"

It suddenly occurred to Alan that everyone acted like he was about to die of cancer and they pinned their hopes on a miracle cure, when in fact he hardly had any problem at all. He just felt tired too much.

She continued, "Is there anything else I can do to help? Uh, short of touching, of course?"

Alan already stared at her wantonly. He thought to ask her to take off more clothes, but the fact that she wore formal slacks somehow made her complete toplessness even more exciting. "Yeah, Mom. If you could be around more when I jack off, that could really help."

"I'll see about that later. But I'm talking about right now. Short of touching."

"If you could kind of jump up and down a little bit, that would be a big inspiration to help hurry things up."

"Alan! That's so improper. It's so very unseemly for a mother to do something like that. What is it with young men and big breasts anyways? Why do you find them so fascinating?"

"I don't know, Mom, but I do. Not that you don't have the most incredible ass, and fantastic face, and unbelievably sexy long legs. God, and you look like you're frigging twenty years old, not thirty seven. Every inch of you is way too much. But right now with your top off, your tits are just about the most arousing thing I've ever seen."

Susan was beside herself with joy in the face of all the compliments. "Tiger, please don't say the word 'tits.' That's not polite. And I'm not sure about this word 'frigging.' But since you're such a complimentary young gentleman, I'll jump just a little bit. But only this once."

Sure enough, Susan started to wiggle and shake. She only moved a little, but to Alan that was even better than if she flopped around wildly. After a minute or so of constant jiggles and bounces, she started to smile. She enjoyed herself - Alan could easily tell, if only from the way her nipples were so extended and hardened. They were erect just about all the time he was around, these days, but they were even more erect than usual.

As she continued, she started to move her boobs more vigorously. She experimented and watched them go up and down, and then made them go in circles. She got so into it that she even closed her eyes and stopped staring at Alan's penis.

She cupped her tits with both hands, presumably to stop them from moving too much, though it really wasn't necessary, because her tits were so outstandingly firm. But the act of cupping slowly shifted into the act of fondling, at least to Alan's eyes. Susan probably didn't realize what she had done. Yet still she jumped around, groped and jiggled all at once.

After another minute, Alan knew he couldn't take much more. His mastery of the PC muscle was the only thing that kept him going a couple of minutes in the face of such stimulation. As she panted and shook, she asked, "Tiger, how are you liking the lubricant? Is it more pleasant? More smooth?"

"So good, Mom! It's so good!" Just then, he lost control and his cum started to rocket out of his penis. Susan looked on excitedly as it flew up in a great big arc and came down onto the carpet. But as it went on, rope after rope, he noticed an increasing look of hunger, frustration, and regret on her face. Presumably she was sad to see the cum go to waste, but she didn't say anything.

When it was done and as she put her clothes back on, she asked him, "Are you going to use the jelly from now on?"

"I don't know, Mom. I really prefer it the other way."

"Alan!"

She started to walk out and rolled her eyes in frustration. "After all that, too. I'll just have to keep an eye on you until you learn to use the jelly." She said this as if she was really put out by his behavior when it fact she was secretly delighted at the prospect of a repeat performance.

As she got to the door, Alan said, "Mom, that was wonderful. I really appreciate all the help. Did you enjoy it as much as I did?"

She sighed. "Tiger, please don't make me answer that question. It's so embarrassing. If only Ron made me do something like that, just once!" She sighed again. "Good night, Tiger. I love you. Oh, and can you take care of the mess? I have to uh, ... well, Ron will be home soon." What she really had to do was rush back to her room and masturbate herself silly. She did that more and more, every day.

"Sure. Love you too, Mom."

CHAPTER 7 (Monday, Oct. 28)

The next day was Monday, a very promising day for Alan. Not only was he extremely excited to see Glory again after the weekend, but he, Katherine, and Kim had another "S Club meeting" planned after school. And he had a feeling his mother would want to help "make sure he used lotion" or Suzanne would directly help now that they were more out in the open with Susan about that, or both.

His classes dragged especially slowly, until he got to Glory Rhymer's fourth period class. The supposed point of her "helping him out" was to cure his raging erection, partly so he could concentrate better, but the problem with that was he wouldn't get that relief until after her class was over. So he sat in anticipation with a penis that could shatter diamond all throughout her class. The class could have been taught in Swahili for all he knew. He didn't even wear underwear, certain of what would soon happen.

He continually had to shift his penis around in his shorts, and it was in constant danger of coming out of the shorts altogether. He was surprised no one noticed. What luck! I'm in the front row so few people have a good view of my crotch, he realized.

But there was one person who had a very good view of that front-row crotch: his teacher Glory. She was in as much agony to wait for the class to end as he was. She quickly had to stop her lecture and give the students an in-class assignment, because she just couldn't think.

She tried very hard not to stare at Alan's crotch so much that other people would notice. She would reward herself every now and then with another glance of his blatantly hard penis. She felt so horny that she began to lift her dress up in the seat she sat in. Only her pantyhose and underwear stood between her and complete nakedness from the waist on down, as her students, Alan included, studied in front of her in complete oblivion.

For a while, she contented herself to stroke her pussy over her pantyhose. But that wasn't enough. As she did too often lately, she pulled her underwear and then her pantyhose down so she could reach her crotch, and began to slowly finger herself while she pretended to write notes.

Finally and mercifully for both Glory and Alan, the bell rang. Everyone slowly filed out while Alan and Glory stayed in their seats and acted nonplused. Finally Glory got up and casually closed the door. "I got the lock fixed over the weekend," she said.

The two just stood there and faced each other, frozen. Finally Alan said, "All clear?"

"All clear," she responded. No sooner did the words leave her lips than the two were all over each other like wild animals. They dropped to the ground in front of Glory's desk as they kissed with desperation. "Careful with the buttons," Glory said as Alan practically tore her shirt off. The bra went next while she wriggled him out of his shirt.

Their kissing and groping was frustrated by their simultaneous desire to shed clothes. Alan's shorts slid off easily enough, which only made it harder to get Glory's dress off, as her hands and attention zeroed in on his penis. Finally she had to momentarily stand up to get her dress undone.

"Remember, no sex," she said, as she briefly stood. "But everything else!" She practically leaped back onto him.

The two rolled around on the hard and cold concrete floor and occasionally bumped into chairs. Glory held onto and rubbed Alan's penis like her life depended on it, while Alan's hands focused on her ass. It was still clad in panties, but Alan didn't let that slow him down. He just reached inside wherever he liked as if the panties weren't there.

Eventually she lay on top of him, and they kissed and groped some more. Alan's extra inches of height put his penis nearly at the opening to her pussy. It practically begged to go a few extra inches and enter into her warm tunnel. He managed to get an arm between their bodies, and began to pull at her clit. A nearly magnetic pull seemed to drive his penis and her pussy closer...

Suddenly, she jumped up as if someone had yelled "fire." She fell back towards her desk and panted heavily.

"What?" Alan asked, sitting up. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, you're doing everything too right," she panted. "You're pretty good for a teenager! Let's just take it easy for a minute, or we'll be fucking like rabbits and will still be going when the fifth period class begins!"

Alan thought, I'm not exactly opposed to the first part, to say the least, but the second part might not be so good.

She collected herself, and then went back to him. "The problem is this thing, young man!" she said as she grabbed his penis. "It's entirely too dangerous. Perhaps if I bring it back to size, it won't poke me so urgently." She knelt between his legs and began to suck his dick.

He wanted to pleasure her body at the same time, but it was mostly out of reach, so he just soaked the experience in. He recalled her boast that she was a cocksucker second-to-none, and again he decided that she was right, even when she didn't deep throat him. He came quickly, almost embarrassingly so, once she got started. He then lay back for a minute and she lay between his legs.

He panted heavily. "That was something else, Surfer Girl. Dang! Now let me please you."

She had a hard time talking between labored breaths as well. "Don't you dare. My job here is to please you so you can reach orgasm, don't you remember?"

"Yeah, but don't you want to get off too?"

"I do want to get off this cold floor," she replied. "What a mess." She began to rise up and stretched her body like a cat. Alan sat up and found himself incredibly turned on at the sight of his teacher's boobs as they slowly rose after being squished into the checkered tiles near where he sat in class every day. Like a cat, she rose into a pouncing position, and then sprung herself onto him.

They began to kiss, lick and grope all over. Alan's hands eventually found their way to Glory's pussy, and he began to finger her. He grew annoyed at the panties which got in his way, and pulled them down her thighs.

But that seemed to set off alarm bells in Glory's head. She eventually had to roll off of him and back onto the cold floor before she lost all willpower.

"That's ... wow, really nice, Alan, but ... that wasn't what I was planning. I thought you'd sit on the desk and I'd give you a nice handjob, and then you'd run off to lunch."

"I thought something like that too," he said. "I guess we have some pent-up energy."

"I guess!" she said with a laugh, astonished by her own behavior. She sat at the edge of the desk and tried to compose herself. "The problem, I think, was that for nearly an hour I stared at your cock about to bust a hole through your pants. But let's, uh, come to our senses here for a minute."

Alan got up and sat next to her. He began to run a hand through her hair. "I've been waiting for this so very long. Actually, I never imagined it would happen, but I dreamed it. Dang. I had some pretty hot dreams, but reality is much better."

"Me, too. Don't let it go to your head, but I've masturbated while thinking about you for a long time. But let's get a hold of ourselves. What if someone knocked on the door right now? It would take us ten minutes to get presentable! We both swept up all the dirt on the floor like a broom. Let's try this again tomorrow and see if we can be more controlled."

A new thought popped into her head. "For God's sake, young man, wear some underwear, too, or else there will be an incident during my class when your penis bursts right through your pants! Not to mention, how do you expect me to teach, with you poking out like that for the entire hour?"

"Okay... Underwear next time..." he leaned over and began to kiss her again. Before too long, they began to get heated once more.

During a breather, Glory said, "Since you told me your problem, I began fantasizing that it had turned you into an insatiable sexual monster. Looks like I just about hit the nail on the head! Let me calm you down so you can make it through your next two classes." She laid Alan back on the desk, which sent objects flying everywhere.

He pulled his legs up to his chest and let his penis shamelessly stick out towards Glory. "Can you deep throat me again?"

"I was thinking about it. But in the future, don't ask; let me decide when it's a special occasion to do that, okay? Last time you forgot that I do have to breathe from time to time."

He laughed heartily.

She watched him laugh, and found him so cute yet so manly that she couldn't help but want to please him. "Okay, we'll do it. But let's make it quick."

"Yes! Cool!"

She pistoned his tool in her fist, and then sucked him like any blowjob. But with each stroke into her mouth he found himself a little bit deeper until before he knew it, he was all the way in. Again, her tongue, her mouth, and her throat all worked on his penis at the same time.

Alan couldn't believe how great it felt - it was like getting fucked and blown at the same time. This time he could last longer. He'd be inside her throat for a minute or more before she would pull on him and he'd pull all the way out so she could breathe. Then, they'd do it again, and again. He thought he could fuck her throat forever, but his penis found it entirely too exciting, and didn't last past the fourth time.

Afterwards, the mood changed. They talked gossip like old times as they cleaned up the class and themselves. The ever-resourceful Alan had brought towels and a bottle of water in his backpack, so they were able to give each other towel baths.

By the end, they looked just like any student and teacher who talk to each other. That turned out to be a very good thing, because a knock came on the door, and the first student began to file in for fifth period class. They were both amazed that the entire lunch period had flown past.

Alan slipped out before a second student came in. To still be in class when the next bunch of students came in would be a very dangerous habit that they had to avoid at all costs.

CHAPTER 8

But Alan's day only got better. He still had an afternoon at Kim's to look forward to. This time, he and Katherine wasted no time and drove there straight from school. As a result their clothes provided more cover than in the last car ride to Kim's, so the festivities largely had to wait until they arrived at her house.

The first time at Kim's place it had been just Katherine and Alan together, but this time they promised Kim that she could join in as well. They met Kim at the door and kissed and groped a fair deal before one word was even spoken.

Finally Katherine started up the stairs. But then she stopped, bent over, looked back at Kim and Alan, and flipped her skirt up, which revealed her pussy between her butt cheeks. "Last one up is a rotten egg," she prodded, "and the first one up gets first dibs on this!"

Kim and Alan quickly scrambled up after her. Alan made it to the bedroom before Kim, so he won first dibs. Katherine was delighted at his victory. "Excellent! It has been way too long, Big Hole-filling Brother. Way. Too. Long."

With a turn to Kim, she added, "What say Alan fucks me while you watch, and then after that you can take your pick of Alan or me next? Then we can do it all together."

"Okay," said Kim, still bummed to have lost the race. She sat down on a chair next to her own bed in the second floor bedroom and got ready to watch. "Good things come to those who wait, I guess."

Alan and Katherine were already out of their clothes in record time. "They sure do," said Katherine. "Such as this." She held Alan's long penis in both hands. "Is it just me, or is this thing growing longer every time I see it?" she asked, half seriously.

"I know one way to find out," Alan replied, and straddled himself over his sister, who lay stretched out on the bed. He slowly let himself down into her hole.

"Kim, this is all I ever need," Katherine said. Alan bounced up and down on her and pistoned his hot meat in and out. "I'm not kidding when I said I want to be this man's fuck toy. You've got to try it out! Big Slick Brother, give me all you've got! Do me all day long!"

Alan didn't need to be asked twice. Over the weekend he'd been to bookstores and bought a few books on the art of lovemaking. He was ready to try out a few new tricks.

But there would be enough time for that later in the day. First he went for power, not finesse. He rapidly built up a jackhammer motion, and soon it seemed like he would nail his sister right through the bed mattress.

She loved it. "More! Harder! Push! Fuck! Yes!" she yelled between thrusts.

Within minutes, Alan sprayed his cum deep inside his sister's tight pussy. They collapsed into a sweaty, happy heap. Kim looked upon them in wonder. She'd never seen such a fast and passionate fuck, even in the movies.

But, even after what had happened between Alan and his teacher Glory a few hours before, his penis was ready to spring back into action almost instantly. His sister lay motionless as if she'd just been slain by his penis, while Alan sat up and began to gently stroke his new hard-on. "Okay, Kim," he said, "it's your turn now. Who will it be first?"

"Sorry, Katherine," Kim said, as she got up from the chair next to them, where she had been masturbating herself, completely naked. The sex between Alan and Katherine ended before she had a chance to get off.

"I've been with a lot of women, but never a man, and I've got to get some of what you just got." She hopped up onto her bed, and commanded to Katherine, "Roll on over and make some room."

The bed wasn't very big, but Katherine rolled over towards the wall. Kim took her place under Alan. She expected the same fast treatment he'd given his sister. "Okay, Alan, let's see if you can really can drive a hole through the bed this time."

But Alan was in a different mood now. "Let's work up to that," he said. "But first, let me be gentle, especially since you're a virgin." He covered her from head to toe with his body and then some, since he was so much taller than the diminutive and younger Kim. He kissed her on the mouth at first, and ran his hands over her boobs and upper torso.

At first, Kim didn't know how to respond. It had been a long time since she'd been with a man in any way, and she'd never gone past first base with any guy. But he treated her gently and kissed her ears and neck and licked her lips. She decided to act as if he was a woman, and responded in kind like she did with any of her girlfriends. That made her start to feel comfortable.

And for a while it wasn't that hard for her to imagine that Alan was just a flat-chested woman, since, although he was fairly muscular, he had virtually no hair on his chest. Plus, his penis lay far down between her legs since he was so much taller than her, so it was out of the picture for the moment.

After a few minutes, once Kim started to really get into it, Alan rolled over so that Kim was now on top. It seemed to her like his hands were all over her. She began to mentally count hands and decided that there were too many. Oh yeah, Katherine! She's getting in on the action too! Katherine wanted to leave the two of them alone for their first time, but she just couldn't resist the urge to join in a bit.

Kim had a lot of sex for someone her age, but she'd never been with two other people before, unless the time the three of them were in the supply closet counted. While Alan's hands stayed around Kim's upper body, Katherine mostly focused on Kim's butt. Then her hands moved to Kim's pussy, and her fingers prepared the way for Alan's penis. She put one, then two, then three, and finally four fingers into Kim's tunnel.

Soon Kim was more than moist; she was a raging river. As if by prearranged signal, Katherine pulled her fingers away and Alan scooted up so that her face now met the bottom of his neck.

"Are you ready? Here it comes..." Alan said, and he slid his thing into Kim's love hole. He was surprisingly calm about it - to fuck Kim was far less of an emotional shocker than to fuck Katherine.

She was so wet that he slid in surprisingly quickly and easily. Technically Kim was a virgin in the sense that no man had been inside her before, but the way had been cleared by countless dildos, of both the strap-on and hand-held variety. So the feeling of her pussy being deeply filled was not completely alien. But Kim quickly realized that no dildo, however fancy, could compare to a real flesh and blood piece of man meat. The body heat alone from Alan's cock was enough to send shivers of excitement down her spine.

I like it, she thought. I like it a lot! Alan thrust in and out at an increasing pace, and Kim quickly responded with her hips in expert fashion, based on all her dildo experiences. A cock is good. The real thing is so much better, so alive!

"Alan, fuck me!" she declared.

"I am already!" he replied, somewhat amused.

"But more! Harder! Faster! Like you did to Katherine just now. Really DO me. Nail me! Break me! Fuck! Fuck me now! Impale! Impale me! Cut a hole right through me! NOW!!!!"

Alan turned on his piston motion and hammered her for all he was worth. Katherine backed off, and just stared in wonder as Alan rammed Kim like the gears of a steam engine had spun out of control.

Soon Alan and Kim both screamed at the top of their lungs: "Fuck!" "God!" "Yes!" "Hard!"

Just when Kim thought it couldn't get any better, Katherine stuck her finger up Kim's anus. That led to even more screams of delight from the noisy Kim.

Alan reduced Kim to a quivering mass of jelly by the time he spent his seed deep inside her. But he himself was sweaty and exhausted after two such frantic fucks. "Okay ladies," he said as he got off the bed, "all this fucking makes me thirsty, I'm gonna get a drink of water. I'll leave you two to play for a bit."

"Alan!" Kim shouted to grab his attention just as he started to walk out of her room. She had finally stirred to life a bit even as Katherine moved in on her. "That was ... really good."

"Thanks," he said bashfully.

"Really, I'm serious. You're like, rocking my world. I'm seriously reconsidering my sexual orientation at this very moment. That excellent fucking at least makes me a bisexual."

Katherine pressed her lips onto Kim's. "Let's see if I can get you reclassified as a lesbian." She kissed again. "After all, it's mostly thanks to you that I discovered the pleasures of women. And I have so much more to learn."

The two went at it with a passion while Alan took a break and cooled off.

When Alan joined in, they worked on ways to better get everyone involved and pleasured at the same time. The rest of the afternoon was a blur of tangled flesh.

After a while, Alan lost track of who did what to whom when. Generally, Alan stayed in the middle and the two females came at him from both sides. After he had an orgasm, he would move out of the way to lend a hand here or there, and let the two women go at it until he was ready for another round. He did all he could to delay orgasm, but still ended up cumming four times in four hours.

Alan himself was surprised at his growing abilities in bed. His sexual stamina and libido seemed to steadily increase. Having six or more orgasms a day is like training to run or something, he figured. At first you can only do a couple of miles, but each time it gets a little bit easier, and before long you can run a long way. I've come so far in just a few weeks, when just touching my cock while thinking of Suzanne or Susan made me instantly cum.

In addition, he ate out both Kim and Katherine's pussies, and they did a lot of eating of each other. There was rarely a clit without a finger to rub it or a hole without a tongue, finger or penis in it. But Alan's penis was in greatest demand. When his penis wasn't deep in one of the women, usually there was a hand or mouth around it to milk it.

Kim was eager to suck Alan off, "Finishing what I started before we were all so rudely interrupted," as she put it as she recalled the day they'd nearly been caught by Mr. Jackson. Turns out she enjoyed sucking Alan's penis as much as everyone else, which meant quite a lot. Of course his delicious cum was a big reason for that.

About the only coherent speech to be heard was Kim and Katherine in argument and even physically in battle with each other over who got access to his prick next.

Being with two women was a huge boost for his ego. When they didn't fight over him and his penis, they praised him and it to the high heavens. Katherine would cry, "Big Hammer Brother, stick your twat tamer in my steaming hole now, or I'm gonna die!"

Kim wasn't quite as colorful with her language, but her tone was equally enthusiastic. "No, Alan! Do me! Do me! Please! Fuck me forever! Just fucking stick it in me and fuck me good!" Kim had learned fast.

As much as Alan enjoyed Kim, he enjoyed his sister even more, and mostly kept his thick shaft on or in her. But both of them praised him so much, he actually felt the need to complain, "You guys are overdoing it. Quit stroking my ego so much."

"Okay!" Katherine quickly replied. "Kim, what say we stroke his penis some more instead?"

"You're a mind-reader," Kim answered as they all giggled. Within seconds, there were four hands on his flaccid penis. But in a minute it was hard, and Katherine wasted no time sticking it back inside herself.

There was a lot of fucking, but at the same time, Alan felt they only began to explore the possibilities of sex. Things like anal sex or strap-on dildos hadn't even begun to be explored yet. After what happened with Glory, he wished they knew how to deep throat him, but he knew it would take time to work up to that.

In the frenzy of the moment Alan forgot to try out most of his book learning on new techniques, and even forgot to carry out Akami's "homework assignment" to practice titfucking. There's still a lot of time before I see Akami again next Friday, he consoled himself. And so many opportunities to practice, heh-heh!

Just like the first time at Kim's, they definitely overdid it. By the time they were done, all three were so sore they figured they wouldn't be able to have sex again for days. Alan hoped and prayed he wouldn't have to pee anytime soon. He figured it would be excruciatingly painful.

As they all lay on the wet and messy bed sheets and gathered strength to leave, the siblings probed Kim's feelings towards men a bit further. "So Kim," said Katherine, "you can't tell me now you don't enjoy sex with a man. Why is it you think you've never had a boyfriend?"

"That's not exactly true," Kim pointed out. "I started out with guys, 'cos, you know, that's what you're supposed to do. But it seemed like they were all jerks. I never went any further than kissing and some groping through T-shirts, that kind of thing. Talk about ham-handed guys!" she recalled with a shudder. "Even after I started going out with girls, I went out with a guy occasionally so I could keep up the pretense and get on the cheerleader squad and stuff."

She sighed. "I don't know. No offense, Alan, a good penis is quite nice, but all guys are jerks. I don't think I was, like, a naturally-born lesbian. I've got some deep issues with men; Freudian shit. Maybe I'm mad at guys because of my father. He left my mom when I was young, and really devastated Mom and me. She let herself go and has never really recovered. That, plus, let's face it, women are a hell of a lot more attractive than men to look at."

"Wow," said Katherine. "But you don't blame Alan for the sins of your dad, do you?"

"No, I guess not. Alan, you're pretty cool. You're not like most of the guys in my classes, you know, the stupid jocks who could get tips from a Neanderthal on what foreplay means. Or even how to be polite or make conversation. I wish I was in the gifted classes like you two. Maybe I'd have a better attitude about guys."

"Well," Alan piped up, "you know me now, so I have to stand up for the men. I want to prove to you that not all guys are jerks. We don't just have to meet here in your house twice a week. We can, you know, be friends in school in stuff, if you want to. In fact, thanks to Mr. Jackson I think, there's already a rumor going around that we're boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Yeah, I'd like that," said Kim with a smile. "You're gonna ruin my dyke reputation, though! ... I think I could get into swinging both ways, but I'm still in no hurry to have a boyfriend and all the baggage that comes with that. I don't need a girlfriend either, now that I have you two. I don't mind though if we stoke that rumor a bit," she said playfully. "We can kind of stoke and stroke at the same time," she giggled.

They continued to lay about naked on the bed for a while, lost in thought, and felt like slugs. Except slugs don't have sore holes.

There were more kisses all around as Alan and Katherine said good-bye to Kim at the door. To everyone's surprise, Alan got hard once more, and decided to do something about it. He took Kim over to a coffee table in the living room, and fucked her right there.

Katherine was so worn out she didn't even have the energy to frig herself as she watched. "Talk about insatiable!" she remarked once they were finally done. "Kim, can you believe how lucky I am to have him as a brother, with his bedroom right across from mine?"

She licked her lips as she answered, "I know. I wish I was you."

"It's not all wine and roses, yet, though," Katherine complained. "Alan's penis is hard, like ALL the time! And he's not wearing underwear at home much these days, so you can like totally see everything. Bulge-o-rama. But I'm not allowed to touch it or do anything unless we come here. Aaarrgh! So frustrating. We'll all be sitting there at the dinner table and I'll want him to just sweep away all the plates so I can lie down and have him fuck me right there, but nooOOOooo. He seems to think that's not prudent." They chuckled. "My dad might think something was up, though he's so clueless I sincerely doubt it."

Alan actually had to carry Katherine back to the car. She was the main target of both Kim and Alan for the whole afternoon and was literally too fucked to walk. But she never hurt so good.

"That was great Kim!" Alan said as he waved to her from the driver's seat of the car. "See you here the day after tomorrow." Kim, dressed in only a towel as she stood at the front door, waved back and blew him a kiss.

Katherine, slumped down in her seat with all the strength of a pile of Jell-O, groaned at the reminder. "Day after tomorrow? Oh fuck! Big Diamond-hard-dicked Brother, you're trying to kill me!"

She reveled in the opportunity to call him "Big Brother" names since they were in a secure location, and she'd done it all afternoon long. "Gaawwd. One more of these visits to Kim's will finish me off altogether." She closed her eyes, ready to drop off to sleep in an instant.

"Me, too, Sis. If we're gonna die, it's a good way to go." He cradled her head in his hands.

"I love you, Brother," she purred as she slowly lost consciousness.

"I love you, Sis." Tears of happiness leaked from his eyes after he heard her words. He wasn't just happy at the great sex, but he truly felt a sense of oneness with his sister, a deep unity he'd never felt with anyone before.

CHAPTER 9

After Alan got home he naturally slept. He was tired enough on a typical day, but after hours of fucking two cheerleaders, he felt like he could sleep until the next morning. In fact, it took all of his willpower to stay awake long enough to drive home.

His evening was relaxed as he spent it all reading a book assigned for one of his classes. He was glad to have some time alone, as he found sessions like the one with Glory at school or with Katherine and Kim after it not only physically tiresome, but also very mentally draining.

Suzanne came over, obviously in search of a chance to be alone with him, but she could read in his eyes that he was out of it, and left him alone.

His parents went to another party, which left him left all alone with Katherine. But she was as tired as he, which made it easy for the two of them to behave.

Apparently Susan and Ron danced some at the party, because Susan was sweaty and took a shower just before she went to bed. She came into Alan's room dressed in only a towel, and Alan wondered if the shower and even the dancing was just all a setup to allow her to come in dressed so scantily. It had gotten absurd how often she was in a towel lately, especially compared to how she never, ever walked around like that until recently.

Alan himself was just about to go to sleep. He lay in bed with his book and waited for his eyes to get heavy. After she knocked on the door, Susan sat on the edge of his bed, close to his chest. Alan noted that she'd both closed and locked his door.

"How are things, Tiger? It seems like I haven't seen you at all today. There must be a lot going on at school."

Alan thought about Glory's deep throat and the orgy at Kim's house. "Yeah. I guess you could say that," he replied in a monotone. "A lot going on. But in a good way."

"How are things with ... you know. Your suffering and your schedule? Have you been using the lotion today?"

"It's pretty bad, Mom. But yeah, I used the KY Jelly today. My penis hurts quite a lot these days." Technically true, he thought. But from overwork, not from too much self abuse. And the only time he used the jelly was for a quick jack off just after he'd woken up - he'd had six other climaxes between Glory and the cheerleaders. He definitely felt done for the day.

Susan was a bit disappointed that he used the jelly. She rather hoped that she'd be "forced" to watch to make sure he used it. But she thought to herself, It's my role, the role of us women here, to provide stimulation for him. Even though my husband is just down the hall, I still have to help him out. He's suffering with this burden. It's so unfair to him! I need to do something to create a sexy situation. Something; just a little bit...

An idea came to her, and she said, "Poor, poor dear. I wish I could help, but that's not the proper role for mothers. What happened last night was a one-time thing, like I said before. I'll tell you what though. Would it make you feel any better if I tuck you in at night, and give you a goodnight kiss, like we used to do when you were younger? Maybe that'll make you more able to bear all of your trials and tribulations."

"Sure, Mom. I'd really like that. You make me feel so loved and protected."

"Okay, but no funny stuff." She leaned in to kiss him, but as she did that, her towel fell off of her chest. The way she'd put it on, with just a small tuck at the top of the towel, this "accident" was nearly bound to happen. The truth was she longed to show off her body to him nearly as strongly as she longed to suck his penis. But she couldn't fully admit that to herself - she imagined she did this entirely for his benefit.

She continued to lean forward anyway, despite her nakedness, and kissed Alan on the cheek. Then the other cheek. Then the nose.

Alan also kissed back several times but not on the mouth.

She pulled away a few inches and stared him lovingly, right in the eyes. "Mmm. That was nice. Just like when you were younger."

It wasn't like any childhood kiss or kisses Alan could recall, but he knew better than to point that out. He'd put his hand on her shoulder as she leaned in, and it stayed there as her face lingered right in front of his. She still seemed oblivious that the towel had fallen, and between the kissing and the close look with their eyes close to each other, he'd been unable to enjoy the view of her nakedness below her face.

Their eyes remained locked together. In the meantime, he moved his hand down her back, then under her arm, as if he tried to find the towel and was surprised it wasn't there. "Mom, I think your towel fell off." His hand went to her tits. As he cupped one, he glanced down and said, "Look, even your breast is exposed now."

She pulled back from him and looked down at her bust, but didn't seem to mind the hand. "Dear me! You're right. Sorry about that."

"That's all right," Alan replied, as if he would mind. He brought his other hand up and cupped the other tit. "But look: both your boobs are exposed. You should do something about that." He fondled both of them in a very overt manner.

She didn't seem to mind that either. "You're right again. Clumsy me!" She appeared nervous at first and wondered if she should really allow this. But she threw her head back a bit and appeared to luxuriate in the sensation of what Alan's hands did to her. But again, after only a few seconds, she grew nervous and looked towards Alan's door. Clearly she thought about her husband just down the hall.

She stood up, which put her tits out of Alan's reach, but at the same time she left the towel alone and it fell to the floor. "Thanks for the nice kiss, Tiger, but remember what I said about no funny stuff, okay? No touching. Otherwise we can't do this again tomorrow night."

"Okay, Mom. No touching." His eyes greedily devoured her body, nude from head to toe. She also looked at him hungrily. Her eyes dropped to his crotch, which had unsurprisingly made a big tent in his bed sheets.

"Oh. I forgot to tuck you in." She sat back down on his bed, still nude, and patted down and smoothed out his sheets, as she pulled them up to Alan's neck. She seemed to have particular "trouble" smoothing out the large bulge between Alan's legs. She grabbed it, and held onto it firmly through the sheets. It looked like she was about to say something sly.

Alan thought for sure that a handjob was in the offing, and he waited for her to start stroking. But suddenly she let go and stood up again.

"Good night, Tiger. Sweet dreams." She blew him a kiss, and then remembered her towel. She purposely turned around and bent way down while still she stood, so her ass would practically hit Alan's face as she picked it up. She spent a long time picking it up, and wiggled her ass all the while, fully aware of what she did and showed. Alan could clearly see every detail of her pussy between her legs.

Alan was sorely tempted to reach out and "get her attention" but he remembered she'd just said no touching. He didn't want to do anything to stop this from happening again tomorrow night, so he refrained. But while he was timid in his lack of action, his imagination didn't hold back.

He thought as he examined her pussy lips, Dang! That is where I want to be! Right in that fucking hole. Damn! I'm doing my sister and then I'm going to do my mother! Yes! And that ass! It's so perfect it doesn't seem real. So firm and muscular, yet so soft and feminine. If I could just reach out... If only it wasn't for Ron...

When Susan stood up, she indirectly acknowledged the charade. "Tiger, I can't help you out directly with your problem, per se, but I'm going to try now and then to give you a little visual stimulation. I think that's allowable, don't you?"

He nodded. "Yep."

She smiled contentedly. She silently mouthed the words, "I love you." Then she wrapped the towel back around her torso and blew him another kiss as she walked out the door.

As soon as she left the room it was as if a spell was broken. She felt dirty and ashamed and fled back to her husband in bed. Alan, meanwhile, already had a hand on his penis before she was even out the door and got himself off quickly without much guilt at all.

Later that night, Susan had the most erotic dreams about Alan that she'd had for days. In one dream, Alan raped her, but rather than mind it, she loved it. Then he raped Suzanne, who had watched her get raped, and meanwhile Susan sat and calmly watched her best friend be brutally violated by her son. Then Alan forced her to make love to the both of them at the same time.

Susan was shocked at how much this kind of dream aroused her. She woke up repeatedly during these dreams, with a desperate need to masturbate herself. But with her husband sleeping beside her, she felt she shouldn't risk it. As far as he knew, she still had never masturbated, and she wanted him to keep that impression. But it left her to toss and turn, painfully frustrated.

CHAPTER 10 (Tuesday, October 29)

The next morning, Alan woke up bright and early, excited about the new day. He was very aware that it was a Tuesday. If the pattern of the past two weeks held, that meant his mother would at the very least jack him off. Given the way she'd acted the past couple of days, he was fairly certain he'd get a blowjob too. He felt like a kid on Christmas morning and horny as all get out.

When he got downstairs, Susan was there all alone. He'd gotten up about half an hour early, so Katherine wouldn't be down for a while. He also noticed from the dishes still on the dining room table that Ron had eaten his breakfast already and gone. All right! Excellent. Just Mom and me.

He waved hello, and she waved back. Just from that little exchange, she blushed heavily.

Cool, he thought. Even better. She's really nervous. After that goodnight kiss last night, she must be all horny. And she knows as well as I do that today's a Tuesday. I'll bet she's struggling not to just up and suck my cock right now. She's totally ready for action - I just need to be aggressive for once and push her a little bit.

He walked up to her, gave her a brief, friendly hug, and said, "Hey, Mom, I got a new alarm clock recently and I can't seem to find it. Do you know what happened to it?"

"New alarm clock?" she asked quizzically. "I don't remember any such clock."

"Oh, sure you do. In fact, if I recall, you called the clock the 'cock hungry mother.'"

Suddenly a flood of memories rushed into Susan's consciousness. She recalled the fateful Tuesday two weeks before when she'd nearly lost all control with Alan, and how she woke him up with a blowjob and called herself an "alarm clock" with that name. Susan was so shocked that she dropped the dish she scrubbed, and it broke into pieces in the sink.

"Alan, look what you made me do!" she cried. "Don't scare me like that. What if your father was here?"

"But he's not," Alan said as he moved in towards his mother, and placed both hands on her butt. He lifted up her dress with one hand, and discovered panties underneath. "I can see he left already. He's never home, even when he's in town. It's always just you and me. It's like we're two lovers, living together."

His hands soon found their way beneath her dress and her panties until they rested on naked skin. "Katherine's still sleeping like a baby."

He caressed her ass for a while, and she seemingly gave in when she spread her legs open in supplication. But there was something about Alan's uncharacteristic aggressiveness that creeped her out.

Suddenly she said, "Alan! Don't say that kind of thing. Please. I beg of you! Please! You promised me you'd be good while he was here."

That wasn't the reaction he'd expected. His confidence suddenly crumbled and guilt kicked in. "Sorry, Mom. I don't know what came over me. You're right. I won't do that kind of thing until he leaves." He took his hands off of her ass reluctantly.

Susan still remained bent over with her ass high up in the air for another minute or so. Finally, as she realized that he was done, she composed herself and stood up. "Thank you, Tiger. I know you're not that kind of person." She was exceptionally nervous and trembled.

"No, I'm not, Mom, but you disappoint me. What on Earth are you doing wearing panties? I thought you said the other day that you don't wear them any more, even with Dad home." Even though he now felt contrite, he also had come to expect no underwear from all the Plummer and Pestridge females and felt almost offended that she wore some.

"I'm sorry, Tiger," she said ashamedly with her head bowed. "I still have to wear them outside the house, and I was planning on going somewhere just after I saw you two off."

Her submissive attitude drew forth his aggressiveness again. He put his hands back on her ass and felt up her panties. "How can I properly 'get your attention' with you wearing this? I don't care if Dad is home or not. Don't let me see you in underwear at home ever again."

Susan bowed her head even more submissively. "I'm so sorry. I'll keep them off from now on. But please – control yourself until he leaves, okay?"

Alan said, "No panties? All the time? Every day? That's a promise?"

She nodded meekly in obedience. He took his hands off of her ass again. His head filled with visions of all the things he'd do to his mother once his father finally left town. He was very pleased at just how much she tacitly agreed to that now. But he also felt guilty for being so aggressive even as his horniness drove him on.

Restraint won out, mostly. He hugged her tenderly, and said, more sweetly, "Mom, I'm sorry for the alarm clock comment. But it's just been so hard lately..."

She interrupted, "I know! I can feel it. But you really shouldn't..." She referred to his throbbing dick even as it pushed into her skin through the fabric of his shorts.

He actually didn't mean for that to happen and pulled away a bit. "That's not what I meant, Mom. Sorry. I mean the six times a day, without any help. Suzanne tries, but you barely let her do anything. Thanks for starting to help out a little bit, because I need more help. Speaking of which, I noticed today's a Tuesday."

She blushed again. "Yes, Son. I noticed that too."

"Does that mean that, you know, you'll be doing one of those checks?"

"I don't know. We'll see. I've been so confused. I don't know what to do. I don't want to..." She was going to say "lose control" but decided Alan didn't need to know that.

Instead, she said, "I'm a bit worried that things will get a little more heated this time. I don't want to, uh, have things like the time when we went a little too far- which we won't mention. But I hate to see you suffer, too. And I'm worried you've been aggravating your thing too much. You know, chafing and all. What am I supposed to do?" She put her head on his shoulder and Alan thought she might cry.

He stroked her hair lovingly and said, "Just be a little more sexy, is all. Like not wearing underwear. Wearing a sexy bikini by the pool. That kind of thing. That's the kind of help I need from you right now. If you want to do a check, that's cool, but if you don't, that's cool, too." She nodded, and kept herself from crying.

He was tempted to run his hands all over her body, but kept them to her hair. It took all of his self-control, though.

Alan thought to himself: What's coming over me? That's not the kind of person Mom raised me to be. I have to be respectful of others, and their feelings. But I just can't help it sometimes! Between Susan, Suzanne, Amy, and Katherine, no human being could possibly resist! Fucking Katherine is great, but it only whets my appetite for more. If I don't start fucking at least Mom or Suzanne soon, I'm going to go insane!

Later in the morning, but still before Katherine came downstairs, Susan abruptly said, "Okay, Tiger, if you can control yourself a little bit better than you did this morning, we'll do your check. I really see no choice. I don't know when we can do it, though. Your father is going to be home in the afternoon for once in his life, so not then. We'll see."

Alan stood up and gave his mother a friendly kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Mom! You're the best!"

CHAPTER 11

Knowing that Susan wouldn't be available for the abnormality check in the afternoon, Alan wanted to stay away from home and keep his mind off of that or else he knew he'd go stir crazy all afternoon with the thought of it.

So instead he decided to hang out with his friend Sean. They were headed over to Sean's house for the afternoon to play video games, but on the way over they stopped at a Baskin Robbins to get some ice cream.

While they sat there to eat their ice cream, Heather walked in arm-in-arm with her handsome quarterback boyfriend. It would have been pretty impossible not to notice Heather, since she could stop traffic with her looks. And unlike say Amy or Katherine, both of whom still dressed and acted conservatively in public, Heather always flaunted what she had.

When she noticed Alan as he sat at a table with his friend, she immediately came over to him. Her pointy nipples, which nearly burst out of her skintight top, led the way. Arms crossed and angry, she said, "You! You have some nerve! You said you'd help me out, and then you didn't!"

Alan couldn't figure out what she was talking about, but figured it had to be related to painting and cheerleaders. He almost frantically answered, "Don't talk about it here!" But luckily he kept his mouth shut.

"Don't act dumb!" she went on. "You promised that you would help me with my homework, and then you disappeared. I have a big essay due tomorrow, and what am I supposed to do?"

Alan knew that because Heather was so beautiful, lots of pathetic, nerdy guys "helped her study," which meant they did her homework in return for a chance to talk to her a bit. If they helped out a lot, she'd do something like kiss them on the cheek. Her boyfriend tolerated this with amusement, as it gave him more time to be with her. Not too many weeks ago, Alan would have been happy to be one of those guys, but she didn't even give him that much attention back then.

Alan decided to play along and act like he didn't know what it was all about, so he said, "Umm, I'm really sorry. I forgot."

"Well," she said doubtfully, "I might forgive you if you write my essay for me."

Alan wasn't sure what he should say, or even had the slightest idea why she clearly lied to and about him like this, out in the open. "Okay?" he guessed. He figured this was all for the benefit of her listening boyfriend.

"That's better," she said condescendingly. "I'll drive you to my house right now and give you the assignment."

"Now?" he asked, still genuinely puzzled. "What about my friend, and your... friend?"

"Darling," Heather said to her boyfriend, who stood a few feet away to look at ice cream flavors, "I have to go give this guy the stupid homework thing. Can I do that after we have our ice cream and meet you at the movie theater in time for the movie?"

"Sure, Sweetiebunch," he said inattentively.

She turned back to Alan. "We're going to a matinee so we'll have to make this quick."

Alan nodded an acknowledgment of that. "Sean?" Alan asked of his friend.

Sean was clearly in awe of Heather, and only wished he could be the one to talk with her. "Don't mind me, I'll be okay."

"Thanks." Heather smiled at the both of them. Sean nearly melted with delight that Heather even acknowledged his existence.

Alan momentarily pondered why Heather's idiotic boyfriend would allow her to dress in public the way she was. She clearly hadn't worn a bra, because her nipples, prominent at any time anyway, poked out so clearly that they alone got Alan extremely excited.

Heather and her boyfriend picked out their ice cream and sat at the table behind Alan to eat it. Alan didn't pay them any more mind, until he felt a hand on his butt. The feel of the fingers and nails confirmed to him the nearly unbelievable fact that it was Heather's hand there. She's sitting in the chair behind mine talking to her boyfriend while she's sticking her hand inside the band of my shorts! And he's huge and muscular – he's gonna kill me! How the heck do I get her to stop?

Alan continued to lick his ice cream cone and tried to maintain a poker face. He expected disaster to strike at any moment.

Heather, on the other hand, looked like she had merely casually draped her arm behind the backrest of her chair. No one seemed to notice that her hand found the ass crack of Alan's butt. Her fingers were on a mission, and soon her index finger began to probe the door to his asshole.

Alan didn't dare turn around and look towards Heather. Instead, he tried to casually scope out the rest of the ice cream parlor to see if anyone had caught on. He became acutely aware that the guy who scooped the ice cream cones had a perfect vantage point to look straight ahead and see the hand of a woman sitting at one table massaging the butt of a man at the table behind her. And he stared in the right general direction, but luckily he was completely fixated on Heather's tits.

I'm going to get killed by her boyfriend before I leave the store. But if I don't, that guy's gonna see for sure, and then he's gonna start telling everybody, and then Heather's boyfriend will find out, and then he'll track me down and beat the living shit out of me at some point down the road! Any other customer could notice at any moment, too. They might even say something out loud, right now!

Alan began to consume his ice cream with a vengeance while, at the same time, he tried valiantly not to squirm away from Heather's probing digit.  When he finished, he slowly stood up and made sure that Heather knew what he was doing so she could unobtrusively remove her hand first.

Heather turned around and looked up at him, as if she had just recalled that he was still there. She asked him, "Are you going somewhere? Aren't you going to wait for me?"

"Yeah, I was just... throwing my napkin away."

"Oh. If your friend doesn't mind, why don't you sit over here and meet my boyfriend, Rock." There were actually benches for two on each side of the tables, and she patted the space on the bench she sat at for Alan to join her there.

Alan came around and sat next to her, too worried to give much thought to his abandoned friend Sean. "Hi, Rock, I'm Alan," he said, as he reached his hand across the table to shake the hand of the massive quarterback.

"I'm Rock. It's short for Rockwell," the jock explained as he practically crushed Alan's hand with a strong handshake. "If you're helping Heather on her homework, you must be quite the brain." He said this so many times to so many others like Alan that it was more like a script for him rather than a genuine pleasantry.

"Yeah, well, I don't know about that..." Inane small talk ensued. Rock seemed visibly annoyed at Alan's presence, but he continued to talk just to be polite.

Alan sat to the left of Heather. As Rock started to talk, Alan felt Heather's fingers playfully crawl across his leg like a spider, and land on his crotch.

By now Alan had realized it was a mistake to have sat next to Heather, and had a feeling this was inevitable. But he felt helpless to stop her reckless moves.

She put her hand on his upper thigh, then drew up until her hand reached the waistband of his shorts. She plunged her hand under his shorts and underwear and found his penis. She began to rub him slowly, even as she joined in the small talk. None of this could be seen from above the table.

But, apparently, even that wasn't good enough for her. She withdrew her hand and then began to unzip to his shorts.

Alan thought for sure he would die of fright as he heard the sound of the zipper move. It sounded as loud as a jet plane to his ears, but apparently Rock remained oblivious. Alan's heart pounded wildly just like his first medical appointment with Akami.

Then Heather put a hand inside, pulled out his penis and began to play with it again. Alan nearly fainted as he imagined Rock leaning forward over the table and seeing everything just hanging out.

She rubbed his hard penis aggressively, as if she really wanted him to quickly cum all over the place. Alan was too shocked to use his brain over and above barely being able to keep his end of the small talk going. So she just continued to rub and brought him closer and closer to orgasm.

He didn't know how to get out of the situation, because if he stood up, her hand would rise up above the table, too. Since he sat opposite of Rock, the thought suddenly occurred to him that if he came, it might splatter all over Rock's legs. But not even that thought or any other he could come up with helped his penis go down.

Ironically, it was Rock who saved him. Bored with Alan's company, he said, "Honeybunch, why don't we go," and he stood up to leave. She immediately withdrew her hand before he rose high enough to see where it had gone and Alan rushed his hands to his groin. He covered up and then discreetly stowed his penis away before Rock looked in that direction.

A minute or two later, Alan said his good-byes to both Rock and Sean, and got in his car with Heather. He left his friend Sean totally stranded, however Sean seemed not only to understand but even encouraged him to leave with the teenaged sexpot. No doubt Sean was putting himself in Alan's shoes and would have done the same if he had a chance to go to Heather's house.

CHAPTER 12

As soon as Heather got in the car with Alan and closed the door, he muttered, "You're insane! Are you trying to get me killed?"

"That was so much fun," she said happily in a low voice, even as she maintained a poker face. Rock could still see them as he walked to his car. "Now take me home and fuck me already. My parents are still at work, but we don't have much time. I hope you can drive with my hand on your cock." She unzipped his fly again even before Rock was out of sight.

Alan shakily drove Heather back to her house and she kept him on the edge of orgasm the whole way there. They ran to her room and she mercifully jacked him off to relieve his built-up pressure. She managed to slide her tight blue jeans off and pulled her top up over her tits without even taking a hand off his penis. He noted that she had no panties on, which meant she must have gone the whole afternoon at least without them. She was quite an expert and practiced cock pleaser, and jacked him off as he quickly headed towards orgasm.

They both watched the cum fly high into the air and across the room. She got off at the sight of just how far she could get her male friends to shoot and who could shoot the farthest. Alan thought to himself that she'd regret doing that if she only knew how good his cum tasted, but he was too modest to say that out loud.

Alan's penis quickly recovered and they got down to some serious fucking. Alan got up, pinned her to the wall and took her from behind. He fucked her hard and long. Heather was quite a vocal lover. She cried out, "Bang me, Alan, bang me! Show me how good you are at fucking! Show me you're a man, a real man!"

"Oh, I'm a man all right, and I'm gonna show you all about fucking," he said in a menacing, low voice. "You're gonna be sorry you're such a fucking cock tease, because I'm gonna fuck you silly."

"I AM such a tease! I just love to watch guys suffer. But are you man enough to put me in my place and give me the fucking I deserve?"

"You'd better believe it, you little hussy!" He noted that her whole body reacted to the word "hussy" as if a bolt of electricity shot through her.

"So you like that, eh?" he asked as he continued to drill her into the wall. "You like to be called a hussy? A slut? Is that what you are, a slut?"

"Oh yes!" she moaned as she trembled and swayed with his thrusts. "I'm a slut! Call me a slut!"

"I think I will, you fucking cocktease tramp son of a bitch bimbo trash slut tit whore cunt fuck!" His stream of consciousness rant didn't exactly make sense, but then neither did the idea of punishing a cocktease by fucking her. Every word he said hit her body like a punch. She buckled and fell to the ground in a tremendous orgasm.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her back up. "What do you think you're doing, bitch? I'm not done with you yet!" He tossed her roughly towards the bed.

She climbed up the bed and scrambled along it until she sat up against the backboard. She spread her legs wide and made a come-hither gesture with her hand. "Alan, I thought you were a bit wimpy, but you ARE a man! Come here and give me the rest of my punishment."

"Oh, I will, bitch. I will," he said as he crawled across the bed towards her like a lion that moved in on a kill. He positioned his penis right at the entry to her pussy. "Maybe a fucking is too good for you. Maybe it would be better if I don't fuck you at all."

He rubbed the head of his penis teasingly all around her entrance, and even stuck it partly in and then pulled out. The truth was, Alan would never, ever have acted like this except for his pent up frustration from nearly being killed by Rock, thanks to her recklessness. He was well and truly angry with her, even as he lusted for her.

And then there was the matter of his mother. Alan found himself nearly completely incapable of aggressively going further with her, despite his incredible longing. But now here he was, faced with a woman who not only wanted him to be aggressive, but clearly got off on it. He could blow off some of his frustrations by acting out with her.

She couldn't take it. "No, don't deny me! Fuck me now!" She reached forward, grabbed his ass with both hands, and pushed herself into his penis, which made it slide it deep inside to the hilt.

"Hey, who said you could do that?" Alan cried angrily, but he began to pump her just the same. "Maybe I should really punish you. What if I tell your boyfriend what a fucking cunt you really are?"

"No!" she cried desperately. "I'll do anything! Anything you want!"

"You already are, you cunt hole!"

They kept at it for a long time: fucking and bantering at the same time. After Alan came inside her, they hardly slowed down at all, and soon he was hard again and back to pumping into her frothy snatch. But then after his second time, and her tenth or more, they both fell to the bed, exhausted and dripping with sweat and cum.

They lazed around on her bed and chatted while they waited for him to get hard again. The mood was different, and there was no more meanness or name-calling. Alan returned to his usual mild-mannered self, like some kind of Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde transformation.

As he lay there next to her, he suddenly realized how much time had passed and asked, "Aren't you going to be late for the matinee with your boyfriend? It must have started already."

"Oh that? Who cares?" she answered blithely. "This is so much more fun. I'll make up some excuse about missing him. He's dumb as a brick, so it doesn't matter what I say."

"But what if he comes here to look for you? Isn't that pretty likely? And then he'll find me in your bed!"

"Could be," she said, seemingly more delighted in the idea than worried about it. "But you should be even more worried about my dad. If you think Rock could beat you up, you should see him!"

"Thanks for the news," Alan said ruefully.

As if happy for his misfortune, she added, "Yeah, and it's getting near five so my parents should be back any time."

"Shit!" Alan bolted up in bed. "Now I've really got to go!"

"Reeeeelllaaaaaxxxx..." She grabbed him and pulled him back down on the bed. She was in the driver's seat now and had fun with him. "That's what the back exit through the window is for. Just walk onto the roof, down the tree, and you're gone. Believe me - lots of guys have found it very useful. But now, let's do it again."

Rather timidly, he asked, "Hey, uh, do you have any, you know, diseases?" He couldn't help but think of all her other partners.

She laughed. "You ask me now, after the fuck. No. I'm incredibly charmed in all things sexual. I swear to God. So let's get it on."

Alan honestly answered, "I'd really love to, but I'm pretty much done. Maybe, if you could suck me a little bit, I might revive."

"You want me to give you a blowjob? Ha! Fat chance. That's too demeaning, and besides, I don't like the taste of cum." Heather didn't give the most important reason why she didn't like giving blowjobs: she was selfish, and she didn't like to do anything sexual that the other person enjoyed more than her.

Alan was tempted to boast about the taste of his cum, but he was too modest. So instead he said, "What if we compromise? How about if you give me a titfuck? That should get me started, and then we can switch once I'm fully up."

Heather frowned. "Hrm. I'm not exactly crazy about that idea. But today's your lucky day. Okay, just a little. Consider it a reward for some excellent fucking." She knelt down in front of him and put his flaccid penis between her generous jugs.

"Oh maaaaan, I really shouldn't be doing this," Alan said out loud as Heather began to massage his penis back to life. They continued silently for a couple of minutes. Then, more to himself than to Heather, he said, "But titfucking is my homework assignment."

She answered, "Well, then, let's make sure you get an A plus. Fucking stroke your big shaft right between my monsters. Like that! Good. Don't you just love my tits?" She cupped them with her hands to make them stick out even further. Heather didn't exactly have a modesty problem.

"They're great," he admitted.

"Mmm. Alan your penis feels so hot. You're on fire, making my tits burn up. It's so raging hard and hot!"

"Put my fire out by smothering it with your big tits, you sleazy tramp."

"I will! I will! Fuck my tits hard! Cover them with your sticky jizz." Alan pounded up and down her cleavage, and Heather bounced her body up and down as well, so his penis practically flew through her sweat-lubricated channel.

There wasn't much talk this time, and both of them had a hard enough time just breathing. They got so worked up that they forgot that the titfuck was just supposed to be a prelude to more intercourse.

When he came, his seed flew straight up in the air and fell back down onto her. He was amused at how much landed in her hair and even on the top of her head.

After he was done, he acted rough again. With both of his hands on top of her head, he pushed her face down into her chest and "forced" her to eat up as much of his cum as she could find. She loved the treatment and the cum.

"Alan," she exclaimed in surprise. "Your cum is so good. I hate cum, normally, but this is different. We really have to do this again soon. I never would have figured. Where they hell did a nerd like you learn to fuck like that?"

"Hey, I don't appreciate being called a nerd. For one thing, if I'm such a nerd, then why would Ms. Social Princess here be fucking me in the first place?"

"Good point. Okay, I'll admit you're not a typical nerd. And you're certainly a lot better looking and more muscular than a nerd, I guess 'cos you play tennis. But you hang out with dweeby guys and get good grades, so that makes you a nerd."

"That still begs the question. Why did you Shanghai me today, if I'm such a dweeb?"

"Okay, you're not a dweeb, exactly. Happy? I'm just pointing out you should find a better crowd. It would look bad for me to be seen with you at school. The reason why you're here is because of Kim. She seems to think you're the best fucker on Earth. Just this morning at school, she was raving about you. She said you don't just do wham-bam five-minute lovemaking, but really take your time and give the woman pleasure. I figured if you can get someone who's mostly a lesbian that excited, I had to try you out for myself. That and the whole painting thing got me hot. I gotta admit, you're not just the average bear."

"Thanks, I guess. You know, just because someone is smart doesn't mean you have to shun them. I can tell you're pretty smart yourself, even though you obviously don't study much. Or at all."

"I'll admit, my goal is to be popular and have fun. If I pass my classes too, that's a nice bonus. But you never did answer my question. How did you learn to fuck so well?"

In a confessional voice, he admitted, "To be honest, I haven't really done it much. This is only my third time."

"The third time? Talk about a natural. All that name calling and stuff just came to you spontaneously?" He nodded. "Most guys I have sex with never learn that I like that. Who was your first? It wasn't Kim, she told me that. She must be your second, and she's totally inexperienced, too. I want to shake the hand of your first for making you such a pro so fast."

Alan avoided the question and changed the subject since his first was his sister. Although, when he thought about it, Suzanne was really the one most responsible for making him at ease and creative sexually.

"Kim talks too much! You're not so bad yourself," he said, and he launched into a torrent of compliments about her body and her sexual skills just as heartfelt as the abuse he'd given a couple minutes before.

He tried to stay longer and make polite conversation with Heather, but it was very awkward. They had very little in common, and the nerd / social divide was painfully obvious. The only reason to stay was more sex, but he knew that he couldn't get it up again. Heather realized this and wanted to get to her movie. She made him feel like he'd overstayed his welcome, so he got up and left.

As Alan drove away, he realized Rock was less Heather's boyfriend and more a dumb chump who she constantly delighted in cheating on in the most outrageous ways. He gathered the Baskin Robbins experience was the kind of thing she did all the time. She told Alan that her favorite trick was to talk to Rock on the phone while she had sex with one of his football buddies. Alan felt genuinely sorry for the guy. But at the same time, the danger made him more horny.

That was great sex. But damn it, Heather really frightens me! Next time I see her coming outside of school, I'm gonna run like hell in the other direction before she gets me killed! I'd rather do it with my sister or even Kim.

Another thought occurred to him. Double damn! Everything is sooo sexual all of the sudden. I can't even get an ice cream with a friend without something like this happening instead! Dang, that is weird.

CHAPTER 13

Susan lied when she told Alan in the morning that she might not want to do the abnormality check and that the opportunity might not come up even if she did. She was determined to do it no matter what, and thought about their upcoming meeting all day.

To her great pleasure, she found out that her husband Ron would in fact not be home in the afternoon and wouldn't be home at all until late. She waited eagerly for Alan to arrive home from school, but the first one home was Katherine. Worse, Katherine gave the news that Alan made plans with friends for the afternoon.

Susan was disappointed, but she bided her time. She knew Alan would come home in time for dinner, and with Ron gone, she'd get her chance one way or another. As she'd planned on doing, she gave Katherine a big gift certificate and even bigger hint to go shopping and stay out of the house as long as she could.

Katherine wasn't dumb, especially as she'd already caught wind of the Tuesday checks, and she made herself scarce.

Suzanne really wanted some time with Alan, after she'd been foiled in seeing him on Monday, but she knew better than to get between Susan and Alan on a Tuesday. So she stayed at home and kept Amy there as well. Suzanne thought to herself that to get Susan over her remaining prudish hang-ups was the most important thing in her overall scheme, so it was best if the two of them could be alone together anyway.

Left alone, Susan contemplated how things would be with Alan after Ron was gone. There was little doubt now that things would get more sexual again. She'd practically promised that to Alan already. But she still looked for a way to indulge in sensual pleasures while she satisfied her morals. In particular, she looked for any excuse that would allow her to jack Alan off even more frequently without looking like she wanted it, both for his sake and her own conscience. But so far all she had was the abnormality-check excuse.

It had been two weeks since her one day of debauchery with Alan, the only time she'd sucked a penis. But ever since she'd seen Alan shoot his semen all over Suzanne's face a few days ago, she could think of little else but to get another taste of his sweet cum. She now dreamed of it every night, and lived in fear that she would talk in her sleep and her husband would hear her say sexual things about their son, things like: "Give it to me Alan! Stuff your big, thick cock inside me!" Luckily, she wasn't the kind of person to talk in her sleep.

Alan got back from his adventure with Heather around five thirty. He went straight from the garage to his room and did not even pause to say hello to Susan. He wanted to maximize every minute so he could still have a reasonably long daily afternoon nap. If he was lucky, he might actually catch half an hour of sleep before dinner. Not only did his body feel listless without his usual nap, but the sex with Heather was like an exhaustive sporting event. He was completely drained.

Susan heard Alan come home and could barely contain her excitement. Like the week before, the clothes she wore to do the check were not especially revealing or sexy, though her outfit did show off some of her cleavage. In fact, she'd dressed in a surprisingly formal gray suit, like a staid businesswoman. She thought a professional look would help encourage professional, responsible behavior from the both of them.

But in fact, her mood didn't match her clothes. She'd helped herself to a few glasses of wine to boost her courage but it also loosened her inhibitions. Instead of nervousness, she practically bubbled with happiness and anticipation.

She knocked on the door. "Tiger, it's your mother."

Alan had barely entered the room himself, so he said, "Come on in." Even as she came in, he dove towards his bed.

"Alan, what do you think you're doing?" she asked with great surprise, as if he didn't take a nap every day.

He flopped down onto his bed like someone half alive. "Mom, I'm soooo exhausted. Is Dad home? When will we be able to do our thing?"

"Good news," she said giddily. "Ron is gone all day. In fact, I've been waiting for you, but no matter. We can do the check right now!"

Alan's penis started to swell, but to his intense displeasure, he found that the more engorged it became, the more it hurt. Alan couldn't help but say, "Oh no!"

When he realized that he'd sounded harsh, he explained, "Mom, I don't think that's a good idea. I just discovered this very second that my penis isn't feeling too good. Not good at all. It's kinda gotten excited, and that makes it hurt. Dang!" He willed himself to stay flaccid, with some success.

Susan brushed his concerns off. "That's what the check is for. We have to get the status of your penis once a week, for the nurse. I'm very concerned. We have to see how it's doing right away."

He sat up in bed and she started to pull his underwear off, even as she still tried to mask her eagerness. "Now remember, we have to do this very dispassionately. Can you handle that, Tiger? Not like the other day at the pool. We have to be very detached and clinical."

"I don't think I'll be able to handle anything at all. I tell you, seriously, this six times a day thing has wiped my penis out altogether."

He thought to himself, Of all the times to run into Heather! Dang! What rotten luck! My mom could ask me to fuck her and I'd have to say no.

"Nonsense," she stated firmly as she began to rub his still semi-turgid member. "I know you have very strong sexual energy. Show your mother how hard you can get so she can make a good report to the nurse."

She held his penis as if she was in awe of it, like she held the world's largest diamond. She tried to be poker-faced, but in fact she smiled hugely, overjoyed to feel it again.

"Normally that's true, Mom, but I don't think I can manage today. I overdid it yesterday, trying to make up for some bad days before that. Eight times a day is way too much." He didn't actually cum eight times, but he figured that sounded better than the truth about Heather. His mother knew about Heather from Katherine complaining about cheerleader practices, and she very strongly disapproved of her.

"Eight times? Wow. Amazing. Such a BIG, strong boy!" Susan thought of her son's penis in her mouth eight times a day, and began to feel even more tingly between her legs. He looked her in the eyes since she was so thoroughly covered, but she only had eyes for his crotch.

He said, "That's thanks to you and Suzanne for helping me out with visual stimulation lately." That was certainly part of the reason for his soreness, but not the main part.

"I'm glad I could be of help. But don't worry about your soreness, just let your mother take care of it. She'll make everything all better." She continued to rub his penis for a few more minutes, but it simply wouldn't get completely hard. It certainly wasn't for lack of her trying - in fact, Alan had to fight to keep it from getting hard.

He could have willed it to be fully erect at any moment just by letting his feelings go. But he purposely didn't do so, because he knew that if it got hard it would hurt a lot, and that if he actually ejaculated, it would hurt even more. He also was concerned that the abnormality check session might escalate and his mother would taste Heather's recent juices on his penis. So he focused on disgusting thoughts and continued to will himself to stay flaccid instead.

Finally Susan said, "Tiger, would it help if I tried to stimulate it by putting it in my mouth? Is that what you want? Do you want your own mother to suck your penis? If that's what I have to do then I'm willing to do it, but it seems so very improper!" As delightful as the idea sounded, he imagined her discovering Heather's taste and redoubled his efforts to keep his penis down.

The idea had made her more excited than him, as even her sexual talk and attention failed to make it rise. Her chest began to heave from heavy breathing, as she was particularly turned on by the idea she could suck his penis somewhat willingly.

Alan flailed about for an excuse and decided to continue his pseudo-charade of tiredness. "Mom, normally I'd love that idea, any time you want. But not now. It's really not reviving."

She seemingly ignored him, bent down and began lightly flick at the tip, but hadn't made contact with it yet. Meanwhile, she asked, "How about if I get naked? Do you want me to get naked and suck your penis that way? I know that's even more wrong, but I'm willing to do it if that's what it takes to help your problem. I'd do anything to help you, Tiger. But we have to be clear about the boundaries and go..."

Alan interrupted, "Mom, listen! My penis is in pain, okay? It hurts. When it gets hard, it really, really hurts. I just have to take it easy, and tomorrow it will be much better, I'm sure. Let's do this tomorrow. I'd love it, then."

To himself, he thought, I can't believe I just said that. I'm turning my mother down? Curse Heather! Fuck her lousy timing. Fuck!

But Susan was like a sex junkie who wouldn't be denied her Tuesday penis fix. "Akami said it has to be on Tuesday," she said in a pouty voice like a child denied its favorite toy. She took off her business jacket and began to work on her bra, but Alan just shook his head no.

She finally bowed to the inevitable and stopped taking off her clothes. "I thought this was something you wanted?" she asked tentatively, and slightly hurt.

"I do! I do! So much! Nothing is more important than these penis checks. But just not at this very moment. I can't control how my penis feels all the time. It just does what it does."

She seemed relieved at that. "Okay, why don't we give it a few more hours? Let's try again this evening. If it still hurts then, then this is something we'll need to talk to Akami about."

"What about Dad? The others?" Alan asked, suddenly worried at getting caught.

"Don't remind me how immoral it is to do this with your father here." She felt momentarily overcome with genuine remorse, but her urges took over almost as quickly. "But don't worry. Your medical needs come first. Like I said, he's not coming back until late. And I'll make sure we have a chance to be all alone."

CHAPTER 14

Susan made some calls and confirmed that Ron would be gone until about eleven o'clock, if not midnight. He went to a concert with some friends from work. Katherine came home from shopping and Amy came over too, but Susan gave them cash and told them to watch a movie. This time, she wasn't going to mess around.

She wanted to give Alan the maximum amount of time for his penis to recover. She'd given him some advance warning on when she'd be back. He used the breather to wipe his penis clean of Heather's residue with a washcloth from the bathroom.

When ten o'clock rolled around, he expected her. But he didn't expect her to walk into the room completely naked, which is exactly what she did.

"Mom!" cried Alan in pleasant shock. "Where are your clothes?" Alan sat up in his bed, reading.

"Mommy's not messing around this time, Tiger. She's been waiting impatiently all day. She's going to get her son's penis nice and hard for the good nurse. Just remember that you can look but don't touch." She pulled down his bed sheets, saw he was naked, and put his penis in her hands right as she said the word "touch."

"My God, Mom, what if Dad comes home early?" Without thinking, Alan swung his legs out of the bed and sat on the bed's edge to give his mother better access to his hardening penis. She got between his legs without ever taking her hands off his member.

"He's at a really good concert. It's not like he's going to walk out halfway. Plus we'll hear the car coming if he does. Anyway, don't think about that, think about your naked mommy. Isn't she naughty, getting all naked for her son?"

"Oh, shit!" cried Alan, because his mother's aggressive plan had worked and his penis got hard before he could think to will it not to. The shocking sight of his mother as she strolled into his room naked made him temporarily forget his penis pain, but then the pain came back with a vengeance as he got hard. He consoled himself that at least the pain wasn't as insistent as it had been earlier.

Susan jacked off his penis with all the skill and enthusiasm she could muster. Admittedly she was very lacking in the experience department, but she made up for it with enthusiasm. Unfortunately, Alan's penis was so sore that after a couple of minutes of arousal, it started to go limp. That forced Susan to start to talk dirty again.

"Oh my, Tiger. Looking at me isn't enough for you? Is it because you want your mother to suck your penis, is that what you want? Are you willing your penis to go soft so I'll have to suck it?"

"No mom, I wouldn't..."

She seemingly ignored him. "That would be so naughty, if you did that. So very improper! Forcing your mommy to suck your penis. Do you want me to take this hard, thick penis and stuff it down my throat? Is that the kind of thing mothers do for their sons? Is that what you want me to do? Oh, yes. I will! I'll do it! I'll take this throbbing, meaty penis – I can feel the blood pulse through it in my hands! – I'll take it and stuff it in my mouth. Even though it's soooo wrong. Then I'll run my tongue all over it. You'll be fucking my mouth, son. Do you want to fuck your mommy's mouth? Your naked mommy? Here, why don't you find out?"

Alan's penis had completely revived by this point so she didn't need to suck it to get him excited, but Susan worked her own self up so much that she just had to suck it anyways. She plunged it in deep and then pulled it nearly all the way out, over and over, just as if he really had fucked her mouth.

Alan tried to will himself not to cum because he knew it would cause him great pain, so he did all he could to hold out. He prolonged orgasm for a long time and clenched his PC muscle, but it was a losing battle and he knew it. There was no way to stop his mother's determination to get another taste of his semen.

But what really drove Alan over the edge was the expression on her face - not only of pure lust, but also pure love. He realized right then how much her pleasuring him was also a way for her to show her deep love for him. But this tender thought was overwhelmed by his own pure lust. His seed finally shot out and splattered all over the insides of his mother's mouth.

She made muffled cries of ecstasy and drank it all in. It was the first time she'd tasted a load of his cum in two weeks. Oh yes! It's as good as I remember! Better, even. Why have I been denying myself this? Why? Why? I need this every day. Every hour! She completely forgot that her husband was even in town.

Alan found himself in pain, but not as much as he'd feared. He figured, Once a person is numb, getting number doesn't really matter much. The pleasure definitely outweighed the pain, especially the mental pleasure of enjoying the whole situation. He felt a strange sense of power to see his mother naked on her knees and between his legs. He put his hands on her head and kept her there at his crotch.

She licked his penis clean which somehow seemed twice as wild to Alan as the blowjob. It was as if she couldn't get enough and had no self-control whatsoever.

When she was finally done and sat back on the ground, an important thought occurred to her. "Tiger! Oh my gosh! I was so intent on getting you to cum that I forgot the reason for it in the first place. I totally forgot to do the abnormality check."

"Oh no! Mom! No! There's no way I can do that again now. No way."

"But we have to." She again acted like a petulant child. To his surprise, she sat up on the bed next to him and cuddled up to him. Her magnificent orbs pressed into his chest as she lightly stroked his chest and arms with her hands. "Do you want to make Akami angry? If we don't do the check, she's going to be quite angry with me."

Susan had completely made this up. She had hardly been in contact with Akami since the appointment with Alan where Akami gave Susan such a thorough "breast check." Susan had no intention of calling Akami the next day, unless there was indeed something very wrong with Alan's penis. There was a chance Akami would ask about it at the next appointment, but for some reason she doubted even that would happen.

Alan momentarily felt lightheaded from his mother's tenderness. To get sucked off was one thing, but she generally avoided physical signs of tenderness, like kissing. He wanted to reciprocate, but he also realized the state of his penis. "Mom, we can't. It would just hurt so much."

Susan imagined that she wouldn't get another shot at his penis until the next Tuesday, and still would not give up completely. She scraped her hard nipples up and down his chest and Alan temporarily thought he would completely lose the ability to think. But then he thought of the painful burning in his loins.

She pressed, in more ways than one. "Look, you say that right now, but we still have at least another hour before your father gets home. I'll come back in a little bit and let you decide then, okay?"

She left him for about fifteen minutes. She was so worked up that the only thing she could do to pass the time was masturbate more. She didn't even bother to put on any clothes and she luxuriated in the freedom of walking down the hallway in the nude. When she came back in, she still was completely naked. Her own cum trickled down her legs because she was so excited she practically had orgasms just from waiting to suck his cock some more.

"Knock, knock, anybody home? Mommy's mouth needs a refill!" She realized she shouldn't have said that about the refill, but she couldn't resist.

Alan still lay in bed. "Oh, Mom, I just can't. I'd love to, but I just can't. Really."

She sat on the bed with him. "Does your penis hurt that much?"

She began to think that she had pushed him too far. She was ready to let him be for the evening, but then he said, "Actually, it's not as bad as I'd feared. I can deal with the pain. I'm kind of used to it from earlier. But I just can't get it up again. There's no way to get it excited. I'm only human and it's still too soon since last time."

Since it wasn't a matter of it hurting too much, she decided to go ahead. "Don't worry, if that's the only problem, I'm sure Mommy can think of something. Something that won't violate the rules. Let's see..." She thought for a moment for something really erotic to do for him.

She walked across the room and got down on all fours. She said in an excited, whispery voice, "Look Tiger; look at Mommy. She's crawling. She's crawling on her knees for your cock."

She began to crawl across the room and made a bee-line directly for the space between his legs. She'd never really used the word "cock" before except on her one previous wild day. As she said it now, she emphasized it in a really naughty voice, like she spit it out of her mouth.

"Look at your mommy. She wants it soooo bad. She wants your penis. Your thick, tasty, meaty slab of cock. She wants to suck it. Look. She's begging for it!"

She slowly crawled closer and closer as her eyes bored into his crotch. "Look, I'm on my knees. I'm a slave to your cock! I'm begging! Give it to me Tiger! Let me suck it. Let me suck it just a little! Please?"

As she crawled forward, her huge knockers swayed pendulously. They drooped straight toward the ground, which made them look even bigger than usual. That sight, plus every other inch of her perfect body, plus her erotic talk, drove Alan beyond all reason. All at once he screamed, "Yes, Mom! You can have it! Suck me! Suck my cock!"

"Oh, goody! Thank you, Son! Mommy's so happy now. You've made Mommy so very..." She interrupted her own words because her mouth finally met up with his penis. She sucked with a will and a passion, but then suddenly remembered the reason why they had to do this a second time. She took it out of her mouth briefly.

"Oopsie, Tiger, I almost forgot why we're doing this again. I have to perform an abnormality check. Remember that? I'll just keep sucking on the tip, and do the check with my hands in the meanwhile. Ready?" She put her son's penis back in her mouth and explored the rest of his penis with her hands. It was less any systematic check, and more just an all-out fondling designed to get him off. But it was close enough for her to satisfy herself she'd done the check.

Once again, she gave him indescribable pleasure. Because Alan had cum so recently, he found he could hold out a long time. The pleasure overrode the pain, and he did all he could to hold out.

Susan's mouth seemed permanently attached to his penis as she caressed it, tongued it, swirled, sucked, and all but worshipped it for many long minutes. She closed her eyes and turned off her mind completely. She was totally lost in the moment and so was he.

But there were biological limits Alan's body had to obey - it was impossible to hold out against such stimulation forever. Finally he could take no more and he shot another load into her ready and waiting mouth. His penis hurt so bad as he spurted out that he was beside himself with pain, but he would have done it all over again if given the opportunity.

At the same time, Susan found herself spontaneously in the throes of her own orgasms, even though she didn't touch herself at all. Just the mere idea of being a naked horny slave willing to crawl to her son's penis was nearly enough to get herself off, in and of itself.

At the height of both their orgasmic climaxes, she thought, "I'm a slave to your cock!" Yes I am! That's exactly what I am! God, it's so good! She'd never allowed herself to think much less say such thoughts consciously, until that very moment.

When both of them recovered a bit, Susan began to have regrets. She couldn't imagine she'd reveled in the idea of being a slave mere moments before. She actually was so overwhelmed with doubts that she stopped licking his penis clean before she was done and pulled back.

She put an arm over her rack and a hand over her bush, then said to him in a stern and serious tone, "Now Alan, today was a very unusual day because you had such a hard time getting aroused. All those things I said about being a slave and so forth, that was just talk to get you aroused, you understand? That was just acting. So don't get any big ideas, okay? It's not like I really want to do anything with your penis like that. I'm just forced to say those things for your benefit, so we could do the check. Is that clear?"

"Sure, Mom." Alan knew better than to try to dissuade her of her illusions. It wasn't clear how much even she believed her excuses.

"Okay. Then let's get cleaned up here. Your father or sister could even be home in a few minutes, so let's hurry." Somehow, she found the idea of sucking her son's penis off even as her husband drove home to be incredibly erotic. I came in this room without any clothes at all, so if Ron comes home I'll be caught out totally naked!