"Hmm. I like that logic."

She gobbled his penis again. It went deeper and deeper, until she pulled out and said, "I'm ready for some deep throating; are you?"

"Are you kidding me? That's one question you always should know the answer to. However, let's wait a couple minutes. I was on the verge before you even came back here and started sucking. Let me pleasure you a bit to keep you going. Then, when we do it, we can really do it right."

That's what they did. This time Alan made sure he was fully revived before starting the blowjob, and was able to experience that unimaginable pleasure for more than five minutes before he finally had to give up his load. Glory had a remarkable ability to keep him deep inside her mouth without breathing for over a minute at a time, doing all kinds of things to his penis all the while. Alan could hardly believe this woman strutting around naked in the front of class and sucking him so deep was the same woman he thought so prudish these past two years. In fact, she wasn't prudish at all, as her surfing persona hinted. It's just that Alan never knew what she was like outside the classroom.

As he left, she kept joking about not putting her clothes back on. She repeatedly pretended that someone from the next class walked in, and she stood, naked and surprised, as she had an imaginary conversation with the student as others came in as well. They both enjoyed it. It made Alan wonder if Glory might not be a natural public exhibitionist, or if she was like him: happy to do it as a fantasy, but scared shitless to actually do it in real life.

Katherine meanwhile had a very ordinary school day, even though there was a football game to root for. She wore her cheerleader outfit through all her classes like she did every game day, but she was back to wearing panties just like all the other cheerleaders. It seemed intolerably boring compared to all the fun she'd had the week before. But that's the way Heather wanted it, so no one complained.

Back at the Plummer home, Suzanne and Susan had a talk. Suzanne got Susan to agree to try and be more "sexy" again once Ron was gone, for Alan's sake. Given the way Susan was feeling lately, that was about as difficult as trying to convince the Pope to be Catholic. But Suzanne was once again able to use her greater fashion experience to make concrete suggestions on how Susan should dress. It was hard to believe that Susan had been screaming at Suzanne just two days earlier, because now they were back to being the closest of friends.

Even as Susan redoubled her efforts to be sexy and please Alan, in her mind she also increased her determination to maintain her rules and boundaries. She wanted to live up to her son's opinion that she wasn't a slut, and also banish her own submissive thoughts from her head.

Her new position was that she would let Suzanne give Alan blowjobs and handjobs, but if Suzanne wasn't around then she would take care of Alan herself. Although the Plummer house was Suzanne's home away from home, Susan knew she would still get ample opportunities for Suzanne not to be there, including every morning and late at night. She fantasized waking up every morning with a load in her mouth, and going to sleep the same way.

She also was determined that with Ron being gone, Alan shouldn't have to resort to self-gratification as much any more. The reason she gave herself was the risk of damage to his overworked penis, but really it was so she could suck him off more often. Wouldn't it be better if Alan never has to masturbate any more? After all, it's such an antisocial activity. And there's the whole chafing concern. My mouth is so much more gentle. I would be derelict in my motherly duties to leave him with his hand...

Alan came home and went straight to bed, exhausted after a long week of school. After he woke up, he looked at the clock and saw there was still another forty minutes before they had to leave to the airport for the second day in a row. He went to the bathroom across the hall for only a minute or two. When he returned to his room he found Suzanne lying on his bed, wearing nothing but pantyhose.

There was a time when such a sight would have nearly literally have given him a heart attack of shock and excitement, but by now he took things in stride. "Hi Aunt Suzy," he said casually. "To what do I owe the honor of your visit?" He made sure to lock the door behind him.

"To whom, not what. You can thank your mother, Sweetie. We don't want you to be all stressed out for the trip to the airport, do we? You know I have to get her permission for anything from now on. She gave me permission to suck your penis, but said I had to wear something at least below the waist." She smiled a naughty smile. "Technically speaking, these pantyhose do cover me up from the waist on down."

Without any further ado he straddled himself above Suzanne. Such encounters might no longer frighten Alan, but they got him as instantly hard as ever before. "Did she say anything about what I was allowed to wear?"

"No, but I assume she doesn't want you totally naked either. So keep a sock on." She pulled his shorts off of him, while he pulled his T-shirt over his head. Alan generously kept both of his socks on.

"Did she say anything about me playing and sucking on your tits?"

She thought to herself, It's always the tits with him. But that's what teenaged boys like. I guess I should let him have a little fun. "No, but I think that's against the rules, and I'm still in her doghouse for getting busted with you the other day. However, I don't recall the rules saying anything about if your penis accidentally brushed up against my boobs."

She grabbed his penis and pulled it to her chest. Alan let her control his body, and she ran his penis all over her massive tits. She used it to trace their outlines, and then pressed it up against one nipple and then the other. Before long his penis ended up in her cleavage.

"Oh dear," said Suzanne, as she spat into her chest to provide some lubrication. "I believe we're starting to titfuck. This is one thing I know Susan's boundaries specifically warn against." Even as she said this, Suzanne stopped guiding Alan's penis, but instead used her hands to press her tits together while Alan began pistoning up her cleavage.

"That's true," Alan conceded in a sober tone even as he stroked gleefully. "We don't want to break the rules. However, Akami said that my homework assignment was to practice titfucking as much as possible. Isn't it also important that we obey that command?"

"Hmm. Good point," Suzanne said, amused. "I don't know what we should do. Obey Susan or Akami? Why don't we think about this for a few more minutes, and then decide what to do." So they "thought," and all the while Alan continued fucking Suzanne's tits.

Alan marveled at the feel of his penis sliding between her tits. So pillowy! Suzanne is soooo soft. She's softer than Mom, even. Way softer than Katherine, Heather, Glory or Kim. They're all pretty muscular. Suzanne is squeezy, but she's not fat. Kind of like Amy, I guess. Must run in the family. God, just imagine fucking both of them at once! That would be way cool. I'd be in the middle of a Pestridge pillow sandwich. So soft! So squeezable! So sexy and feminine! Dang!

Suzanne meanwhile thought, I'm enjoying this far too much. He's just a kid, but he's such a natural at everything sexual. It's like his penis was created just to be sliding in my chest. So fucking good! And he's so in charge, even joking while titfucking. Imagine if he was stuffing my pussy like he should be doing every day! Keep it cool, Suzanne. You have to remain the one in control. Don't let this guy get to you.

Finally, when Alan was ready to cum, Suzanne said, "I've made a decision. I think it's important that we obey Susan's rules, at least for today. I think tit-fucking is wrong, don't you?" She winked at him.

"Oh yes. Very wrong." He winked back.

"So instead of titfucking, why don't you put your thing in my mouth?" That was what Alan was going to do right then anyway. As soon as her tender lips enveloped him, he started shooting off. She eagerly guzzled down his seed.

She thought, Fuck. This is like putting a garden hose to my mouth! This is no two tablespoons or whatever they say the average is. This is unreal. He's like a cum Coke machine!

When they were done, Suzanne continued to lick his flaccid penis under the premise of cleaning it off. In fact, she just couldn't get enough of it, since she'd been denied it too much recently. She thought, What's wrong with me? It's strange enough that I've fallen in love with a teenager. Stranger still that I wouldn't be jealous if he's doing someone else. Hell, if it had been one of these yuppie types I used to run around with, I would have cut their balls off if they were cheating on ME, even while I was cheating on their wives and my husband. But what's stranger still is that each time I take another load, it's like I become wedded closer to him. ... "Wedded." What a strange thought. He's just half my age, just a kid, but I feel like I want to be his wife! It's a good thing I have the self control to drive those thoughts away.

Eventually Alan looked at his clock. He still had five minutes to go before he had to leave for the airport with his family. Suzanne also noted the time, pulled her head from his crotch finally, and asked, "Are you going to have time to shower and get cleaned up around here?"

As he put on some clothing, he said, "Nope. I'll just have to go to the airport reeking with the smell of cum. That might make things a bit more interesting, don't you think?"

"With you it's not so noticeable, but this room is another story. The place smells like a cum bath. Don't you open your windows any more?"

"Nah. Not in the past couple of days, now that Ron is leaving. I want it to smell even more like cum. I'm thinking that if the room smells of sex, that'll help get my mom more excited. Not to mention Katherine and you."

"I have to admit it's working. When I walked in here and took a whiff I started to get all excited. God. It's just not fair that you make your room smell like this. No woman can hope to resist. Pleasing your penis is so much fun."

"You know what's not fair?" he responded. "Hearing you talk. You have the sexiest voice. It's so sultry and gravely and sexy. Those Jessica Rabbit comparisons people always make of you are so true. I don't even have to see you. Just hearing you drives me over the edge."

She laughed. "Okay. Next time, we do this with your eyes closed and my nose plugged. Then we'll be even."

Alan had finished dressing. Suzanne was putting her clothes back on now, but at a slower pace. He hurried to the door, looked back at her and said, "Love you." It was the first time he'd ever said that to Suzanne.

Even though it was said in passing and with casual intent, Suzanne still felt her breath catch in excitement. She wrestled her feelings and forced them down. There you go again. He's just a fucking kid. I am NOT going to marry him. I'm not gonna go there. Even though I might be able to wheedle him into marriage with all my tricks, it wouldn't be right to marry someone twenty years younger. Don't even think about it!

CHAPTER 8

So the Plummer family made another trip to the airport. Everyone, including Ron, was grateful that there wasn't another cancellation and he could finally leave. Since he had to go through security and then customs the family couldn't linger and have a long good-bye. They ate a quick meal at the airport restaurant with Ron, and then returned home. They were back even before seven o'clock.

Susan, Katherine, and Alan were mostly silent to each other while they drove home. Although all of them were excited that Ron was gone, the pretense that he was a loved member of the family had to be maintained, so it was safest just to say nothing at all.

Alan most thought about what would happen now that Ron was gone. He knew that Suzanne would be helping him more, and felt hopeful that Susan would be helping as well. He figured that he and Katherine would have to continue their ban on all sexual activity at home, lest Susan catch them. That was okay by him, though, since they had the times at Kim's house at least.

But his feelings for his mother were increasingly confused. One on hand, I've been growing more guilty for lusting after her, now that she appears to be putting up more resistance than I'd thought. Or is she? She blows hot and cold. But on the other hand, the kisses last night shows our physical relationship could really strengthen our existing relationship instead of fuck it up, if the cards fall the right way. But it seems like things could go so many different ways, and there are so many variables with so many people involved. Like me being with Susan could really crush Sis. I'd better keep trying to hold my libido back as much as I can, and take things slow.

Susan meanwhile felt incredibly bubbly and giddy. She would have pulled the car over and blown Alan by the side of the road had it not been for Katherine's presence in the car. So she tried to play it cool and keep quiet, but she was practically bursting with anticipation. Just two days before, she really thought to herself that she would limit herself to Tuesdays. But after their bonding experience the night before, she dropped the last shreds of that pretense.

She'd spent much of the day masturbating, fantasizing that Alan would "force" her to repeatedly suck his penis and do other nasty things to her as soon as Ron was out the door. She fully expected Alan to be all over her as soon as they got home and found a way to get rid of Katherine.

But she was in for a big disappointment. When the three of them got home from the airport, Amy was already in their living room, waiting in anticipation for her overdue pussy shaving. She was wearing a very short dress. They all said hello, then Susan walked into the kitchen and began taking care of some chores there. On the outside Susan looked unfazed, but inside she was dying of frustration. She went to the kitchen so she could be alone with her feelings until Amy left.

Alan had been feeling much the same, horny and brimming with expectation. But unwittingly, Amy stole his attention away. After giving Amy and Katherine big hello hugs, Amy put on a very sad and worried face.

She stepped back and put her arms under her tits. That caused her dress to ride up really high, showing off her pussy to Alan, while also pushing her tits out forward. "Can you help me out, Alan?" she pouted. "I can feel it getting hairy!"

Alan looked towards the kitchen, which was largely visible through double doors from where Amy was standing. It appeared that Susan hadn't heard or seen what Amy was doing. Amy spread her legs even wider as she stood, and idly rubbed her hand over her bare pussy. Alan looked over at Katherine, who stood behind Amy and was playfully making fucking signals to Alan with her hands, sliding the finger of one hand into the fist of the other. Alan decided he needed to get Amy out of there before his mother saw.

"Yeah, sure, why don't we see what the trouble is?" Alan took Amy by the hand, and they and Katherine walked to his room.

"It's been days since you've helped shave my pussy, Alan!" Amy whined. She held up her dress again. "Katherine has been nice, but you've been so distant. Don't you see how hairy it's getting?"

"Yes, I do," lied Alan, closing the door.

In actual fact there was very little visible hair growth, as Katherine had been shaving it nearly every day. There was no real need for Alan to help, but Amy wasn't above a little bit of intriguing on her own. She figured that with Ron gone Alan would be more willing to help directly, instead of always leaving the job to his sister.

Alan considered going back and telling Susan that he would spend some time with her shortly after first dealing with a "problem" Amy had. But then he considering saying something like "spend some time" might offend her in so heavily implying something sexual when things were uncertain. Then Amy began frigging herself while she stood waiting for him, and Katherine started taking off her clothes. Alan decided leaving the room to speak to Susan wasn't really necessary.

He motioned to Katherine: "Oh Sis, can you go get the razor?"

She held her shirt up to her chest and quickly ran across the hall to the bathroom.

Alan continued with Amy, "But be careful if talking or showing your body near my mom. Sometimes she doesn't understand."

Amy replied, "But I was just remembering how my mom teased you a few weeks back. Do you remember when she sat on that same couch and showed you her pussy? You said that was good for your sad penis, right?"

"Yeah. And I appreciate the thought. But my mom is in a bad mood lately. Why don't we turn on some music, and be very quiet when we're talking. Then we don't have to worry about my mom at all," said Alan, as his sister returned in a flash and locked the door behind her. Led Zeppelin's "Immigrant Song" began to blare out of his stereo.

"Okay!" bubbled Amy. "But shouldn't we use to bathroom to shave?"

"That's better, of course," Alan replied, "but we can play with, um, I mean shave, your pussy just about anywhere."

Katherine dashed back into the room. Alan very obviously looked down at Amy's fingers pumping into her own pussy. Amy momentarily blushed, and said, "Um, I'm starting already to check for bumps."

He smiled knowingly and continued, "Good. But first, Katherine here is going to help me get energy by making my penis nice and hard, aren't you?" He pulled his shorts completely off, and his erect penis sprang out.

His sister smiled from ear to ear and answered, "Don't you know it!" Katherine didn't wear any underwear to the airport in anticipation of what would happen afterwards, and was already naked. Amy didn't need to be told to do the same - she shucked off the dress she was already holding up around her waist.

Alan looked from one girl to the other and thought, I am the luckiest guy in my high school. Period.

"It doesn't look like his thingy needs much help," said Amy as she closely examined his penis. "It looks happy!"

"Looks can be deceiving," Alan patiently explained. "My penis doesn't really give me energy until it's been stroked for a while." As if on command, Katherine began stroking it.

"Make sure that Amy can have a good view," Alan helpfully suggested. Katherine moved so she had to reach her arms over his leg to get at his penis. Amy was presented with a full and close view of the crotches of both the Plummer children. She licked her lips unconsciously at the sight of both penis and pussy. She preferred penises, but was coming to quite enjoy Katherine's pussy, as they'd been mutually shaving and masturbating each other for the past week. The "checking for bumps" always took much, much longer than the actual shaving.

After a couple of silent minutes, Amy said, "Katherine, you must be getting tired. Don't you think I should take over?"

Alan answered for his sister. "Sis, I think Amy is getting bored over there. Why don't you help her investigate her leakage problem with your other hand?"

"Good idea, Big Totem Pole Brother!" Katherine responded, as she winked at Alan. "Amy, maybe you can also check to see if I also have a leakage problem today."

"M'kay!" Amy sat down next to Katherine, but away from Alan. Katherine pulled her fingers out of Amy temporarily so Amy could go full force into Katherine. Katherine kept one hand on her brother's dick, but generally leaned back so Amy could reach into her pussy even as she was able to view Alan's loins. Amy inadvertently found herself pressing her nipples into Katherine's tits while Alan not so inadvertently groped one of Katherine's ample jugs.

All three went at it silently. As they all drew near to a climax, Alan said, "Katherine, I just realized I forgot to bring the shaving cream! I know a cream we can use instead. Why don't you help me get that special cream!"

Katherine winked, immediately divining what Alan was hinting at. Knowing that Amy couldn't see her face, she outrageously ran her tongue all over her lips and cocksucked an imaginary penis.

Alan continued authoritatively, "Amy, close your eyes. I don't like people to see where I hide this very special stuff." Once Amy closed her eyes, Alan winked back at Katherine.

Katherine repositioned herself, getting out of the way so Alan could move his penis closer to Amy. She pulled at Amy's legs until they were spread wide like a gymnast's. With Alan's legs spread as well, his crotch was now less than a foot from Amy's. Furthermore, Alan's penis stood only inches from Amy's almost virgin pussy. He was tempted to rub it up against it, but Katherine wrapped one of her delicate hands around his shaft, and that made him content.

After only a minute or so of insistent, sisterly tugging, he began shooting his seed. Katherine was a bit sad to see the seed land on someone else. But at least Amy made it up to her inadvertently. Katherine had managed to change positions while keeping Amy's fingers pumping in her pussy the entire while. Katherine meanwhile returned the favor with her other hand.

Alan shot his load just below Amy's belly button. "Oh gosh!" a close-eyed Amy exclaimed. "What's that? It feels warm."

Neither answered her. The semen splattered mostly onto Amy's lower belly, and slowly dripped down onto her smooth pussy. Katherine was breathlessly excited at seeing her brother's cum drip towards her still active fingers plunging into Amy. Soon Amy's own nonstop fingers caused Katherine to orgasm and make her own "leakage problem" readily visible. Amy too began shaking in her own ecstasies.

The two girls came not long after him. Amy shrieked involuntarily, but apparently she didn't realize what had happened, and stifled her cry as soon as she could.

Alan, suddenly spent, decided the time was right to take care of their one item of business. "Okay, Amy, it's time you get shaved. Katherine, can you do the shaving?"

He turned to Katherine. "You both have to take your hands out of each other now so you can shave her." Katherine was a little bummed as she took her hand out of Amy's vagina.

"Okay, Sis, now that you've stopped working on Amy's leakage problem, I think I'll help check Amy for bumps." Katherine couldn't help giggling and snickering as Alan replaced her fingers in Amy's drooling pussy, mere seconds later.

Katherine said, "Amy, I'm going to collect the 'special cream' a little lower where I need to shave." Katherine began sliding her fingers over Amy's cum-covered lower belly, pushing the cum further down towards Amy's love hole. Alan had no idea if cum would really work as shaving cream, but it was pretty much a moot point since there was no hair to shave in the first place.

She said naughtily to Alan, "I don't know if we have enough cream here, Big Baseball Bat Brother. Can you find some more?"

Alan smiled back. "I'll see what I can do." He was flaccid, but his fingers began working on getting an erection even as he kept a finger inside Amy.

"Oh yeah," he remembered, "keep your eyes closed and stay still, Amy." It wasn't really clear why she had to close her eyes during the shaving, but he figured that since he'd started that tradition already, they should be logically consistent. Amy found the second command to stay still much harder to obey. She was hot as a red-hot poker by now, and her body was writhing and gyrating against her will in response to Alan's fingering.

Katherine began shaving, but Amy wasn't keeping still. "Amy, didn't you hear my big, hunky brother? Be still, already," she chided.

Amy mumbled something inaudible out of the corners of her mouth. The loud music playing in the background to mask the sounds of their actions didn't help to hear.

Susan meanwhile was dying of frustration waiting for Alan. She came to the door of Alan's room and heard little more than Led Zeppelin pounding. She went back to the kitchen without knocking. She sat at the kitchen counter, very glum.

Amy meanwhile kept wiggling to the working of Alan's fingers. Katherine complained again to Amy, "Do I have to stop until you can control yourself? How hard it is to obey such a simple request?"

Amy mumbled some more. All Alan could hear this time was "bump check" being said very emphatically.

"Amy, I can't understand you," said Alan. "Sister, I think you should stop and wait until Amy can keep still."

But thanks to Alan's continual fingering, Amy only began rotating her hips even more wildly. Pussy juice was flowing liberally down her thighs. She was obviously working toward a second, more powerful orgasm.

Alan winked at his sister, and continued, "Amy, look. As if you weren't disobeying us enough, now you're working on your leakage problem again! Stop that!"

Amy moaned incoherently as a series of small orgasms wracked her body and her juices drooled out of her pussy and all over her thighs.

Alan turned to Katherine and winked again. She could barely keep from laughing. His penis was now hard again, and he was busily masturbating to the sexy scene in front of him with his other hand.

"I can't stop!" Amy finally managed to say, nearly screaming. She panted loudly and rhythmically, unable to stop. Not long after, her orgasms ceased, and Alan nearly completely stopped the stroking of Amy's velvety smooth pussy. Amy's body calmed down and stopped moving, relatively speaking.

CHAPTER 9

"You see, you can," chided Alan. "I don't know what's gotten into you, Amy, being so insolent. Here we are, just trying to help you out..."

"I'm so sorry!" she said, speaking a little more coherently, though the words were still hard to hear through her barely moving lips. "I don't really understand what my body is doing..."

"If you don't know, who does?" he teased her, though she didn't know it was a tease. He thought, Amy is so utterly fuckable. Why did I promise Katherine I wouldn't fuck Amy? I don't know how long I can hold out.

Katherine said, "Here, finally I can finish up the shaving job." She quickly finished the final few strokes with the razor.

Alan commented, "Katherine, I hope you didn't let too much of that 'special cream' get on Amy's pussy lips. That could cause a dangerous situation."

"Don't worry, Big Cucumber Brother." She smiled at him. In fact, she had been very careful to avoid such a thing, lest Amy got pregnant. Katherine put the razor down, and used her hand to caress, pull open, and inspect Amy's nether lips even as Alan's fingers went in and out of them with new vigor.

Amy asked, "Katherine, why are you calling Alan things like 'baseball bat' and 'cucumber'? I don't get it."

"I'm talking about his magnificent penis. My brother is a hunk who is hung like a horse. Imagine having something the size of a baseball bat shoved up your pussy. Or into your mouth. Wouldn't that be fun?"

"Oh gosh! I don't know. That sounds scary!" Amy unconsciously shoved four of her fingers into her mouth and sucked on them, imagining what Alan's penis would be like.

"You know," Alan went on, "I just realized I forgot something else. I forgot a towel as well. Maybe it was better to do this in the bathroom, but it's too late now. ... And look, both Amy and Katherine have leaked all over the carpet."

He realized with a start that Amy still had her eyes closed. "Amy, you can open your eyes now. Look at the mess that you made!"

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Amy mumbled through the fingers in her mouth, looking at the floor. Then she looked at pussy, still covered with both Alan's cum and the hands of both Alan and Katherine. "Gosh. And look. My leaky fluid looks just like your special cream. I can hardly tell which is which. What's in that cream, anyways, and why is it warm like that?" she asked naively. Her hand paused a bit so she could say this, but then she resumed pumping her fingers in her mouth.

Alan replied, "I can't tell you. That's why they call it a secret cream, silly. Katherine, my sexy goddess best friend of a sister, would you mind, since we don't have a towel, to use your tongue to lick up my special cream and Amy's own fluids? I'm afraid I can't think of any other solution on how to clean up here..." He pointedly ignored the towels and tissues sitting near his bed just a few feet away that he used when masturbating.

"Well, if you insist," Katherine replied, trying to sound put out while trying not to laugh.

Alan, his crotch still a foot from Amy's, pulled his fingers out of Amy and got out of the way.

Katherine moved to where he was. She put her tongue on Amy's deliciously hairless pussy, and began licking Alan's cum from the skin all around it. This was her first time licking Amy, but she had a feeling it would be far from her last. She also took advantage of the shifting of positions to grab Alan's penis and replace his hand pumping on it with one of her own.

"Thanks Katherine," Amy said. "Sorry to make you do that gross stuff, but I guess I make a mess of everything."

"I don't think Katherine minds terribly," Alan responded for his sister, since Katherine was very busy with her mouth and hands. Amy was so overwhelmed with her own impending orgasm that she didn't seem to notice Katherine was jacking Alan off. Alan suddenly realized that Amy might not be ready to see him cum yet, and waved with his hand to make Katherine slow down her hand's movements. He figured he needed a short rest in any case.

Katherine licked Amy's lower belly and loins like a preening cat until Amy was clean and dry. Amy's hands had somehow drifted from her mouth to her breasts, and she idly fondled her ample mounds.

Eventually Katherine pulled her head back for a minute to speak. "Big Rocket Brother, I think Amy is pretty cleaned up of the cream now. The only problem is that more leakage seems to be coming out of her pussy all the time! What should I do?" She pretended to be confused and deeply puzzled.

Amy gushed, "So sorry guys! I'm so embarrassed! I just can't do anything right today!"

"That's okay, Amy. We're here to help. Katherine, why don't you stick your tongue in there and see if you can get to the root of the problem? If you can get her dry in there then she can't leak out any more, can she?"

"Brilliant idea!" Katherine said, giggling, and she darted her tongue in. Even though she'd just been tonguing the outside of Amy's pussy, this was the first time on the inside.

"Oh! Oh!" moaned Amy. "I don't know if that will help! It just seems to be getting wetter!"

Katherine reached up and clutched Amy's ass. Amy grabbed Katherine by her head, and began unconsciously trying to press her friend's head into her pussy. Amy complained, "Don't do that. It feels too good!"

Katherine ignored that, and in fact pressed her tongue even further into Amy's love hole. Amy cried out louder, "Oh! Wow! Your tongue! It's tickling my insides so much, it's making me tingly all over! Don't stop!"

Encouraged, Katherine's tongue flickered and probed even more aggressively. Amy tilted her head back in ecstasy. "Deeper, Kath, deeper," Amy quietly cried out. Tremors shook her whole body and she bit down on her lips to stop from screaming. Katherine took her tongue out, and Amy fell back onto Alan's bed. Throughout all this, Katherine never let go of Alan's penis.

"Damn, I can see that it's no good," Alan complained. "I don't think we'll ever get you completely dry."

Amy slowly drifted back into alertness. "Wow... Gosh!... Wow... I really, really, really like it when you shave my pussy, guys! Can we do it again soon?" Alan still hadn't climaxed, and Katherine took her hand off of him to give him a rest so he could last longer.

Alan tried to look serious as he said, "Well, your pussy needs regular shaving, for sure. Since I haven't been able to shave you for quite a few days, I'll try to make up for that by shaving you a couple times tomorrow as well. Opportunity permitting, of course!" Amy didn't bother to think through the flaws in that logic, but Katherine got a kick out of it.

"Oh, great!" Amy looked at the clock by Alan's bed with concern and got up off the bed. She kissed Alan and Katherine on the nose and cheeks. "You're the two bestest friends! But now I should be going." She stood up and began putting on her clothes. The other two just nodded at her.

As she slid her dress up her legs, she asked, "How can I thank you two for helping me out so much lately? I'd really like to make it up to you somehow."

"Don't worry, we'll think of something," Katherine answered. "Don't you think, Alan?" The two continued to sit naked on the floor while Amy stood, clothed.

"Oh yeah," said Alan, smiling. I've got a lot of ideas on how you can help me, Amy. One particular idea popped into his head that he saw could happen right away. "Amy, one way you could show your appreciation is to give Katherine a big kiss on the lips. When a guy and a girl kiss, it often means something romantic, but between two women such a kiss is just a way to be friendly."

"Is it?" Amy asked quizzical and confused. "What about lesbians?"

"That doesn't matter, 'cos neither of you are lesbians. So let me see a kiss. Seeing it would also help my thing get energy and make me happy."

"Not only that," Katherine added, "But you called me 'Kath' a minute ago. You know how I hate that. So you owe me big time. Either this kiss, or a spanking."

"Gosh. I'm sorry! I was just too excited to talk right. ... I guess I have to do what you say..."

Amy was still doubtful about the kiss, but she leaned forward and kissed Katherine. Katherine loved the idea of kissing Amy, and simply didn't let the kiss end. It went on for many minutes, until finally Amy needed to catch her breath. Alan masturbated himself as he watched.

When the kiss was done, Amy said, "That wasn't so bad. We should do that more often, don't you think? Oh, and Katherine, am I forgiven now for calling you 'Kath'?"

Katherine smiled wryly and said, "You were, but you just said it again. So you have to kiss me again." They took part in another scorching and prolonged kiss. By the time it was over the two of them were very familiar with each other. Katherine practically had to pry herself away from Amy, who seemed to be able to kiss forever without pausing for air.

Amy panted. "You're the superest kisser ever, Katherine!" She blushed, and turned to Alan. "Unless Alan is better...."

Clearly she was keen on kissing Alan right then, but Alan seemed to be in no hurry about that. He noticed she was also still in an urgent need to leave. Seeing that Amy was puzzled that the two siblings were remaining naked, Alan added, "You run along Amy, we still have to clean up the carpet here." There was big wet spot at the edge of the bed where Amy had been sitting, and another right below where Amy had been fingering Katherine.

"Oh. Golly! Sorry again for the mess!" Amy said. "Do you want me to get you some wet towels from the bathroom to help clean that up?"

"That would be great, Amy. Oh shucks, we should have thought of towels before! It is only across the hallway, after all. My bad!" said Alan falsely, enjoying his "forgetfulness." Amy opened the door and came back in less than a minute, closing the door again behind her.

"Thanks a lot, Amy," Alan said as she handed him and Katherine the towels. "You know though, one more thing before you go. Let me do just another quick bump check. You never know... sometimes they don't appear until a while after the shaving's done."

"Oh. M'kay. But I should go..."

Alan made her get down on her knees and sit back towards her heels. He pulled up the dress she'd just put back on and stuck his fingers inside. There was no real point to his brief fingering, except he liked flexing his power of being able to stick his fingers into the pliant girl whenever he liked. Meanwhile, Katherine tried to clean the carpet with a towel.

"Gosh, it seems that there's a lot of different reasons you two have to put things in my pussy a lot lately," Amy thought out loud.

"Yeah... Funny coincidence, that," Alan replied, smiling devilishly. After some brief chitchat she pulled up her skirt and walked out, closing the door behind her.

As soon as she was gone, Alan and Katherine sat up towards each other and kissed. Katherine grabbed Alan's penis, which had been neglected for several minutes, and noted wryly, "I'm not sure if your penis is sufficiently 'happy.'" She stroked it as they kissed some more.

Between kisses, Alan said, "That was fun!"

"Yes!" Katherine enthusiastically agreed. "Let's find some more random reasons to play with her pussy. The more silly the explanations, the better."

"Good idea. I'm still gonna mostly leave it to you to do her daily shaving, even though Ron is gone. Sound good? You said I shouldn't get too involved with her just yet, so I'm trying to honor that."

Katherine nodded enthusiastically.

Alan went on, "By the way, what time do you think it is? We don't want Mom to come looking for us."

"It's the same time it always is, Big Pussy-punishing Brother," his sister answered. "Time to suck your cock!"

"That'll be a nice finish, my Tight-twatted Little Sister. That got me pretty hot." He sat back on his bed and thrust his hips out, as if he was presenting his penis on a silver platter to his sister sitting on the floor.

She went to work right away. His penis was soon lubricated between his pre-cum and her saliva. She made loud, slurpy sucking noises as she gobbled at it greedily.

"Hurry, though," Alan chided. "We don't want to keep Mom waiting..."

"I promise to leave her a little bit of your cock to suck," said Katherine between deep sucks. Katherine was as aware as anyone at the look of lust in Susan's eyes, especially on the ride back home from the airport.

They were still in that position a couple of minutes later, with Katherine lying naked between Alan's knees, when the door to his room opened unexpectedly.

CHAPTER 10

Alan looked up first. He grabbed his sister by the hair and said, "Uh-oh, we're busted." It was their mother Susan. She looked a lot more angry than shocked, which caused Alan to guess she wasn't entirely surprised about what they were doing. She probably had failed to knock or call our names on purpose, he deduced.

They all froze, silently staring at each other. Words failed Susan. What is a mother supposed to say when she catches her daughter sucking her son's penis? Especially when her anger is mostly because she wants to be the one doing it instead? She'd been bursting at the seams waiting for Amy to leave, and was ready for sexual mischief. Instead she found this. She was pissed, and hurt, especially at Alan for favoring Katherine over her.

Katherine turned her head and looked up with big surprised eyes, but she instinctively and unthinkingly kept sucking on the precious piece of meat in her mouth. Alan was right on the verge, and clenched his PC muscle with all his might to stave off orgasm.

"Take that thing out of your mouth!" Susan finally cried. Katherine quickly complied and pulled his penis out of her mouth with both hands. "I'd baked you some cookies just to be nice, and I find ... this! As soon as Amy is out the door, you're on each other like, like, dogs in heat!" she stammered.

Alan thought quickly: This could have been a lot worse. Katherine isn't doing anything that Suzanne or my mom hasn't done to me already. Lucky Katherine wasn't fingering herself, or... A lot of naughty possibilities flashed through his mind.

"What's wrong, Mom?" he finally asked with false naiveté. "Katherine is helping to stimulate me to orgasm. Isn't that okay, now that dad is gone?"

"No, it's not okay!" said his mother huffily, her hand still on the doorknob. "We never discussed this! We never discussed if your sister... If she... Katherine, you're grounded! You shouldn't have done this without discussing it with me first! Who knows what kind of unholy things could happen between you two if you don't use some sense! No leaving this house for a week, Katherine, except straight to school and back!"

"But moooooom!" Katherine whined. Her hands were still grasping Alan's penis. Amazingly, he was still erect despite the interruption. Even more remarkably, Katherine's hands found themselves stroking him. She didn't plan it or even realize it was happening - it was just an automatic response now. When she had a penis in her hands, she naturally stroked it.

Consciously, Katherine was only thinking about Susan's new punishment, and she asked, "What about the S-Club? What about cheerleading for the football game?" She was particularly interested in not missing a single S-Club meeting, given that they were actually orgies with Kim and Alan.

"Nothing that school doesn't require! Now go to your room!"

"Okay, Mom," Katherine replied forlornly, but she delayed. She still had Alan's pulsing penis in her hands, and it felt too nice to let go. It was like being forced to get out of a toasty warm bed on a cold winter's morning. But more than that, both she and Alan were so close to climax that to stop them was like trying to stop a runaway train on the head of a dime.

Katherine was in such an erotic fog, that Susan's words were barely registering. She tried to look at Susan and pay attention, but her horny mind was distracted by Susan's risqué clothing. Susan was now wearing a nightie; another new one that drew attention to her pussy because the skirt failed to cover it up. Katherine giggled, and asked without thinking, "You're wearing a nightgown?"

Susan blushed slightly, aware that she looked silly since it was still hours before she planned to go to bed. She'd expected to find Alan alone and wanted to tempt him. She said while nervously coughing and looking away, "Umm, yes. The, uh, dress policy is back to how it was before Ron left. Now go."

But still Katherine didn't go.

Susan's eyes dropped to her daughter's hands. The hands nearly covered Alan's penis, so it was a bit hard to see what exactly was happening, but Susan could now see how the hands were clenching and flexing, exciting Alan even without making overt, long strokes. "Angel, what are you doing there? Stop that this instant! I'm trying to talk to you!"

"Yeah, Sis, please stop!" Alan pleaded. "I can't hold it!" He was fighting for dear life to hold back, but his penis was already past the point of no return.

Susan nearly yelled, "Mister, you'd better hold it! I'm trying to have a conversation here, and this is no time to go and..."

"Aaahh!" Alan screamed. "No good! I'm losing it!"

His penis trembled and shook in Katherine's hands, like a volcano about to erupt. Susan, still with her hand on the doorknob, gaped in shock as she stared at what would inevitably happen next. Her eyes bugged out and her mouth hung open, making her look even more amazed than when she'd first burst into the room.

Katherine was still sitting between Alan's legs, and her face was mere inches from the tip of his penis. So there was only one thing that could happen: his cum shot out the tip of his penis like water bursting through a crack in a dam. She closed her eyes and braced for his warm ropes. His penis was already extremely wet with pre-cum, and Katherine's hands now slithered in excitement up and down his slippery rod. She figured, mother watching or not, as long as this was happening she might as well enjoy it to its fullest. Occasionally her sliding hands went over the penis head, diverting the blast momentarily from her face into her wet hands.

But aside from these momentary interruptions, most of his cum landed squarely in the middle of her face. It was a good thing her eyes were closed, because her cheeks, eye sockets, nose, and eyebrows took most of the spray.

When it was over, she was afraid to open her eyes for fear of some cum dripping into her eyes and burning. She was also afraid to see Susan's disapproving face. Thoroughly addicted to Alan's cum, she had a strong desire to lick her face and stuff her mouth full of his jizz. But she felt ostentatious licking would only get her in more trouble. Luckily, there was so much cum around her nose that some of it ran in rivulets right into her mouth. She delightfully lolled the gobs of cum on her tongue to the ignorance of her mother.

"KATHERINE! Into your room! NOW! I've never seen such insolence in this family! I'm hurt! Shocked! Go before I fly completely off the handle! And clean yourself off, for crying out loud!"

Katherine fled the room with her eyes still closed. She had no chance to pick up her clothes from the floor as she couldn't see them, and just left them there in her hurry to get away. Back in her room, she planned to properly clean her face off: one hand would scoop cum into her mouth and the other would be deep up her twat. She figured she might as well enjoy the experience while she still had the chance.

Susan finally let go of the doorknob so Katherine could leave. Her eyes shot daggers at Katherine as her daughter rushed past, but the effect was lost since Katherine couldn't see. Susan now focused her anger on Alan and crossed his bedroom to stand right before him.

CHAPTER 11

Alan sat on the edge of his bed with nothing on. His penis was a semi-turgid, gooey mess. His thighs too were dripping with errant ropes. He considered covering up his crotch with his hands, but then he looked up at a livid Susan.

Somehow he found the rare instances of her being really angry extremely arousing. Partly it was because she had a habit of crossing her arms underneath her tits and make them push out, as she was doing now. But mostly it was her face, flush and intense. He figured that if he held onto his penis, he might find himself unconsciously stroking it before long, just as Katherine had been busted doing. So he decided to physically steer clear of that area and think unsexy thoughts.

Susan's if-looks-could-kill eyes were now assaulting him. "Alan Evan Plummer! Am I angry!"

Alan knew that when Susan called him by his first and last name, that was a very bad sign. To throw in his middle name on top of that was almost unprecedented.

"But Mom!" he bravely defended himself. "Don't blame me! We were right on the edge of climax when you came in. I can't help my body. It's like, you can't stop these things once they get started. The body just takes over. My body betrayed me! I'm sorry!"

She nearly snarled, "Your body. You mean that." She pointed at his half-erect penis. "As usual, that's the source of all our troubles lately. Your penis has turned this house upside down!"

"I'm sorry! I can't help it! The doctor said I have to climax six times a day. What am I supposed to do? That's what I have to do!"

She was calming down now as she realized how he was hostage to his situation. After a pause, she tersely spat out, "I know, I know. But dammit, why does it, why does it have to be so BIG?"

That was unexpected. He had to redouble his efforts not to grow fully hard, but he was losing the mental battle. His mother continued to stand at his door and stare at him, though her facial expression was more neutral now. For what seemed like the thousandth time in recent weeks, he stared at her huge tits, making it difficult for him to think rationally.

The nightie didn't particularly highlight her boobs; in fact, they bound them up. But it didn't matter. It occurred to Alan that it was almost irrelevant what she wore anymore - everything got him hard. He now knew every inch of her body so well from constant staring that when she was clothed he could perfectly imagine her naked anyway. He noticed too that her anger was not that much different from her arousal - she was red in the face and her chest was heaving. In fact, he was pretty sure that the anger was fading and the arousal was taking over.

She went on, slightly less menacingly, "Why does it have to be so thick and hard all the time? Eight whole inches. Look! It's getting hard again even as I speak, God dammit! And so tasty. So delicious! Damn you! How do you expect me to be a good and responsible mother in the face of that?" She pointed at it with an outstretched arm while averting her eyes with her other hand. She made it seem like Alan had the corpse of a mangled, dead animal between his legs.

Alan was calmer now. He could see her anger passing. "Mom, I can't help it. That's just how it is."

"I know. But it's not fair! Not fair!" She stared at his long prick more overtly now. Her hands were clenched into fists and she shook the fists in the air in abject frustration. "I try to run a respectable house here. But your sister obeys the throbs of your penis more than the weight of my words. She was sucking you off! Cocksucking! My innocent Angel! Did you see her face? What am I going to do?"

In a flash, Susan's anger was gone and replaced by anguish and defeat. Utterly drained, she sat down on the bed next to Alan. He looked over at her face, and he felt like his heart would break to see her so sad. He thought, Look at that. This is why I could never purposely go against her will or make her mad. I have to make her feel better! Don't be sad, Mom!

He put his arm around her shoulder and hugged. "Don't cry, Mom. Don't cry." He could see her right on the verge of tears. "It's not your fault. It's the penis. And the treatment. All this six times a day stuff has made my penis extremely excitable all the time. Like right now. It has a mind of its own."

Both of them looked down into his slippery crotch. His penis was harder than ever, and even twitching in the air, as if looking for a hole to fill. The sight at least seemed to divert her sadness. Despite her anguish, Susan couldn't help but think, Look how hard I get him. And so fast. He just came minutes ago, and now he's like steel all over again, because of me! Is it my nightie? Or is it me?

He said pleadingly, "Don't blame Katherine, okay? She sees how I have needs, and she was just trying to help. She was just doing what you and Suzanne have already done - what's wrong with that?"

He could feel Susan trembling in his partial embrace. "I just can't imagine my darling Tiger with my sweet Angel. It's just too ... strange! Your medical treatment is just too much for me to take." She took a good whiff of the air and realized how much it smelled like her son's cum. He really has to air this place out. It's so stuffy and smelly. She looked to the open door. I wish we had some more privacy. It would look awkward if I got up and closed the door now.

"Mom, don't you think you're being too harsh? This wasn't the first time. But she's seen my suffering and tried to help out. Even if it wasn't something sexual and pleasurable, she still would have done the same, because that's the kind of person she is."

Alan rubbed her back comfortingly. Her nightie had very little fabric in the back, and he was acutely aware of the sensual feel of his hand on her silky skin. He was also very aware that he was still totally nude and she wasn't dressed in much more. Despite all of the emotional distress, he was nonetheless horny as Hell. The fact that she was telling him how thick, big, and tasty his penis was certainly getting to him.

Her body language welcomed his touch, but she nonetheless began to cry. "I must be a horrible mother. To have my son ... and my daughter..." She buried her face into his shoulder and sobbed.

"There, there, it's not your fault," Alan consoled her. "It's nobody's fault. It's just biological. I have certain needs that need to be taken care of. Katherine was just trying to help. It's not incest; it's just the same as how you and Suzanne have been helping me..."

"I know, I know, but..." she cried. "But it's just... It feels wrong. Even merely hearing that word makes me queasy! Other people wouldn't understand. I just can't understand that we would be put in this situation and that the doctors would approve. It's crazy. I mean, she took such a big load right in the face! Did you see that? Your stuff all over her face?"

"It's called a facial, Mom. Or a pearl necklace. Although I guess that's more for doing it on the chest."

"Whatever. How am I supposed to react to that sight, even if she had good intentions? Not to mention the sight of your pumping cock shooting out all that cum. I meant, uh, your penis. Seeing that is rather, uh, troublesome. Not to mention coming here and seeing your penis buried up to the hilt in her mouth! How much can I take? This just isn't normal. And I'm worried. Two young people like you might be well intentioned and just trying to follow doctor's orders at first, but do you know where to stop?"

"I know, Mom. It's weird. But don't be mad at me or Katherine, okay? Why don't you go to her now and have a talk about boundaries? Now that she and I have done this much already, what's the harm of her helping me out sometimes, if she understands the same limits you gave to Suzanne? I need all the help I can get. Especially while dad was here, you and Suzanne haven't been helping enough. Actually, Suzanne tried, but you wouldn't let her either. It's been SO difficult for me to cum six times a day. You wouldn't even understand how tough! I've been having blue balls all the time, all week long."

Susan looked down at Alan's crotch once more. It was very erect and inviting. Very insistently erect. She looked at the door to the room, which still hung open. She again smelled the room - the scent of cum made her weak in the knees and drove all reason from her brain. She wrung her hands together and fidgeted. It was all she could do not to just lean over and force her mouth onto his penis while grabbing the base with her hands and pumping it both orally and manually until she was rewarded with a big load. But she held back, trembling.

"I'm so sorry," she said contritely. "Your father obviously wouldn't understand this, so I've been keeping away from you, and trying to keep everyone away from you. I forget how difficult it must be for you. When your penis was hurting on Tuesday, that must have been because you had to do it yourself, without anyone helping. We can't have that. I'll try... I'll try to be better." She stared into his crotch and licked her lips. "Look at that. It's like the Goddamned Energizer bunny. Katherine with her inexperience is obviously unable to completely satisfy you. Would you like my help?"

"Of course, Mom. I'd love it." A shiver of excitement passed up his spine at her casual request to pleasure his penis. She said it in the same way she'd always made offers to help him button up his shirt and the like. It never escaped his mind that she was his mother, and that forbidden fact drove him wild.

She reached her hands over his leg and began stroking his penis. He lay down on the bed, since he was already sitting on it. She tried to keep a cool demeanor, and pretend that she had her emotions under control. But she was only deceiving herself. Just the mere act of putting her hands around his shaft calmed her trembling nerves and soothed her mind. She had a way of getting into it 100%, which blocked out all other disturbing thoughts. She thought to herself, So hard for me. So hard. My Angel, bless her soul, I love her dearly, but she clearly is no match for me. I'm not going to leave him unsatisfied. I don't care if the door IS open! If Katherine comes by, she's just going to have to watch and learn how a cocksucking is really done!

As she got into it, she cooed, "Poor, poor baby. Let your mommy help you out. It pains me to think of you having to pleasure yourself and possibly damage this lovely thing."

"You're right, Mom, if I do it alone my penis hurts soooo bad. Sis was just trying to help. So, does that mean you're not mad at her?" Alan was trying to take maximum advantage of the new mood of his obviously penis-hungry mother.

"I'm still mad! The punishment still stands. She should have talked to me. If she wants to stroke or suck your penis, then just like Suzanne she needs to talk to me first. How else can I be sure that things don't get out of hand?"

"You make the rules, and I want to respect them," Alan said demurely. "By the way, could you take off your shirt to help me reach climax?"

"Hmm... Maybe, just this once..." she said, ignoring that she'd been running around nude sucking his penis on Tuesday, and naked for him at least once every day since. She stood up, removed her shirt, and exposed her gorgeous orbs to Alan.

She desperately missed being an exhibitionist. She immediately felt better and more at ease topless. It was almost literally felt like taking off a ball and chain. She sighed contentedly. Naked and with my hands around his thing. God yes! Now this is what I've been waiting for! But at the same time she periodically looked back towards the open door, fearing that Katherine would come out of her room and expose her as a hypocrite.

Alan sat back up to check her out. "Holy cow, Mom, your boobs are so fantastic! I've missed them so very much. You've hardly been naked at all for me lately. You're so insanely beautiful. You look so young. Twenty years old. Twenty two, tops."

Susan beamed with pride. She posed for him for a minute, just standing still like a model being photographed. But she was momentarily struck with a loss of how to verbally respond. "Well... Thanks, but... just remember there's much more to your mother than just her bust."

"I know, Mom, I know. You're the greatest all around. And I don't just mean your body. Though I do mean that, too. But when it comes to getting me excited, nothing beats seeing you naked. Not even Suzanne. Every inch of you is perfect. Please be naked more often for me, please?"

"I'll try, if it'll make you feel better," she said, bowing her head, bashful with pride. Susan was especially extremely pleased to hear she excited him more than Suzanne. But she snapped out of her reverie when she saw Alan had begun stroking his penis.

"Just what exactly do you think you're doing, Alan Plummer?" she said in a mock huff.

"Sorry, Mom, but you get me so excited, I can't stop."

She sat back down next to him. "Leave that to us females with soft hands. I want to give you an extra special handjob for being so nice. It's been so long!"

As she grew excited, her fingers began pumping on his penis faster and faster. Alan was already near the verge, due to his sister's earlier work and Amy's as well (he suddenly thought - Oh my God - what if Mom came in here when Amy was still here? And why didn't we think to lock the door after Amy left?). He felt the pressure in his loins begin to build up.

He started his climax, but he had nowhere safe to shoot his load. His mother hadn't thought of that problem either - she was busy regretting that she hadn't sat in a position where she could suck him off. So he simply began shoot his semen up into the air. It flew up high, and then came splatting down onto the carpet several feet away from them.

Both of them seemed transfixed watching the ropes of cum shoot from his penis. But then Susan was reminded by the sight of Alan shooting into Katherine's face. She suddenly shouted, "The face! The face! Facial! Pearl! Uh, pearl necklace!"

Alan was otherwise engaged mentally and had trouble understanding what she meant. Susan too happened to be experiencing a small orgasm of her own - just the sight of Alan shooting off was enough to get her off too. So she wasn't too coherent. What she meant was that he should aim for her face, and cover it in his seed just as he'd done to his sister. But was too dazed to move her face into position, and his spasming was over before either of them knew it.

When it was all done, his mother shook his penis, as if he'd just peed, and wiped the last dribbles of cum off his penis with her hand. She looked shell shocked, torn between pleasure and restraint.

"You're the best, Mom!" Alan enthused, and he gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Don't worry. I'll give you a nice facial next time." He pulled back and looked at her - she appeared dazed, and conflicted. She was having post-coital guilt again.

She appeared to be blushing over her call to take it in the face, so he changed the subject. "Um, yeah. We should probably get this mess cleaned up."

That seemed to shake her out of her dumbfounded stupor. "I'll... get some towels, and some, uh, ... the vacuum cleaner. You get dressed if you still want dessert. The cookies are getting cold." She got up and switched her mind into cleaning mode. When Alan turned away, she wiped a gob of cum that had found its way to the back of her hand into her mouth. She thought again about the cum smell permeating his room. "Oh, and uh, please open up the windows. Very important you do that."

CHAPTER 12 (Friday, Nov. 1 - Saturday, Nov. 2)

As the three of them ate cookies, Susan laid down the ground rules for how Alan and Katherine could behave with each other. Katherine could help Alan "do his thing," but only with her hands for the time being, and only if she asked permission from Susan first. The two children confessed that this was not the first time Katherine had provided help, but they still kept the fact that they had been actually fucking each other a secret.

Suzanne came over not long after that; even though it was a Friday night her social life lately focused almost entirely on the Plummer family. When Suzanne arrived Susan changed from her nightie back into regular clothes. The whole group ended up watching a movie. It seemed as if it was just another night in suburbia.

It was hardly the penis suck-athon Susan had half-expected now that her husband Ron was gone. Being able to give Alan a handjob before dinner had satisfied her somewhat, but she was incredulous that she hadn't sucked him off even once all day, now that her husband had gone. The truth was, Alan was also expecting more to happen, but his energy was flagging.

Deep down she was frustrated Alan wasn't more aggressive with her. Most of the time, he honestly was trying hard to obey her boundaries and what she actually said, as opposed to what she secretly thought and really wanted him to do. She couldn't be more honest with her words, but she decided she could take no more and would take the initiative with her body. Since it was already late at night, she figured that was a good excuse for her to come to his room wearing her nightie once again. She was ready to make her goodnight kiss become something more, even though he was busy reading.

His door was partially open, so she came in after a perfunctory knock. "Hi Tiger, am I disturbing you?" Again the smell of her son's cum hit her nose and nearly overwhelmed her.

"Not really, Mom. I'm always happy to see you." He turned from his work and devoted all of his attention to her. He undressed her with his eyes, no longer showing any shame in openly ogling her incredible body.

She didn't know how to "force" him to get her to suck his penis, and she was too proud and in self-denial to just come out and ask for what she wanted. She tried to make small talk. "Kind of a relief now that Ron's on another continent, hunh?"

"Yep. Sure is. Something on your mind?"

"Are you ready for your goodnight kiss?"

"Actually, it's still early for a Friday night. I think I'm going to be reading for a while."

"Oh. Well I could give you one now, and one later."

Alan smiled. "Sounds good. Anything else on your mind?"

"Well, I said before that we could reassess things once he's gone. So I've been thinking. I'm ready now to more actively help you out with your stimulation problem."

Alan thought, As if that wasn't clear from earlier today! But he kept the sarcasm to himself and merely asked, "What do you mean exactly, Mom?"

She blushed. "If you, for instance, if you're having a really tough time getting aroused, and you absolutely positively need some help, I could help out. With my hands or even my mouth, if you really need that kind of help. You know, sometimes..."

"Thanks, Mom. You're the greatest. I'm so relieved! I kind of had a feeling you'd say something like that, 'cos I know you're just such a great mom." He stood up and gave her a friendly peck on the cheek.

She was disappointed. He seemed ready to go back to his book. "Um, you know, uh, how are you doing right now? Do you have such an urgent need that you want me to take care of?" With her son's room smelling like a whorehouse, tempting her and reminding her how his penis tasted, she was desperate to get his meaty slab back into her mouth.

"Thanks, but actually I'm doing okay. Even though I'm one short of six today, I'm afraid of pushing my luck. You know the help Katherine and you gave me earlier? That wasn't too long ago, and I'm still recovering from that. But if something changes I'll let you know."

In actual fact, that wasn't entirely true. Even though his energy was flagging, he wasn't about to turn down the chance for his mother to suck his penis. But he wanted to see how much she'd volunteer before he had to ask.

"Oh," was all Susan said. She hung her head dejectedly; her disappointment was obvious. That secretly amused and pleased Alan.

"On the other hand," he suddenly piped up, "if you dress really sexily, then I can't control my urges and I'd just have to have you help me out."

"You mean this isn't sexy?" Susan ran her hands provocatively over her nightie, frustrated. "I thought you like this kind of thing."

"I do. I love it. But my penis is so overworked that it would take something really extraordinary. For instance, I was thinking, one thing that would be really sexy is if a woman wore an ordinary T-shirt, but cut out a big hole right in the middle for the boobs to stick out of. I think that would be reaaaally sexy. Especially if that woman had really huge boobs."

Susan smiled. "Do you? It just so happens I might know a woman with just such a shirt, though I don't know if she's as big in the chest department as you say. I'll be back in a minute. We can't have you not reach your sixth time today." She winked and went to her room.

A pair a scissors and a few minutes later, she was back. But her mood had changed - the shirt made her feel silly and ashamed, as if she was nothing more than a pair of tits. She nervously asked, "How's this, Tiger?" It looked like her tits were so big that they simply exploded their way through a white T-shirt.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Alan said with excitement. "Pardon the cursing, but damn, that looks sexy! Put your hands behind your back like you've been tied up."

Susan did so, even though that only amplified her apprehensive feelings.

"Wow, man. I'm certainly getting a hard-on that needs serious assistance. I hate to say this, but the shirt makes you look totally slutty. Hey Katherine, come here!" he shouted.

Since Katherine's room was only ten feet away, she was in Alan's room in seconds flat. As she came in, she heard Susan pleading, "No, don't bring my innocent Angel in here! This is so embarrassing and demeaning!" A part of Susan wanted to flee the room, but the mouth watering prospect of sucking cock forced her to stay.

Alan spoke to Katherine. "What do you think - does the T-shirt make Mom look embarrassing?"

Katherine shook her head emphatically no. "No way. I think it makes her look totally sexy."

Alan answered, "I completely agree. Look how it raises the boobs and makes them stick practically straight out. Way cool."

Katherine was in complete agreement. "Yeah. Wow, Mom, you're so hot. So sexy! God, such tits. "

Susan's shame was greatly reduced by all the compliments and she bowed her head slightly in modest glee. "You're just saying that," she blushed.

Alan said to his sister, "Thanks for the input. You should go now, 'cos Mom is gonna suck me off."

"Oh, lucky you. And lucky her! Have fun." Katherine went back to her room. She left the door open as she went.

"Definitely keep the shirt, Mom," Alan suggested. "But now I could really, really use a good blowjob."

Susan unzipped his shorts and grasped his penis. Her fingers played at it like she was playing a piano. It almost felt like tickling to have all her fingers appearing and disappearing all over his penis at once. But then she grew aware of the open door and mumbled. "That Katherine. Was she born in a barn?" She was torn between getting up to close the door and staying. In the end she couldn't tear herself away from Alan's privates, not even for a few seconds.

Susan sucked and licked his fuck rod for many long minutes. Susan kept the shirt on - the sense of shame in wearing it only heightened her erotic mood. She wanted to say really sexy things to him, but her mouth was too busy sucking, so instead she let her thoughts run free, saying more to herself than she would be willing to say out loud.

Look at your mommy, Son! She's such a slut! She just loves to suck your cock! God, I don't know what it is, but I just love this shirt, too! And when you told me to put my hands behind my back to make it look like I'd been tied up - that makes me so hot! I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, but I adore the idea of being your slave! Tiger, look at your mommy suck your prick! She's your cock slave! She's your cum slut! Her body is for your hands only, my darling boy! Your prudish mommy is really a nympho cocksucker! Just licking it, it's better than sex!

Her thoughts returned to the open door. Why did Katherine leave the damn door open? She knew what I was going to do in here. Does she want to watch? Is she going to walk by and watch? Oh God! What if I have to give Alan blowjobs in front of her? And everybody else?

That idea sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. Am I that depraved? That desperate for cock? Am I just a hopeless, exhibitionist, cocksucking whore? Yes! Yes I am! Do I even want her to watch? I do! Come look, Angel! I'll show you how it's done by an expert! Your mommy is a cock slave cum slut for your brother's fuck stick!

These ideas excited Susan so much that she started orgasming long before he did. And not just any climax - her whole body trembled so violently that she had to take her mouth off his penis briefly until she could calm down some. But then she renewed her attack on it with even more vigor.

Alan used his ever-increasing control over his PC muscle to hold out what seemed to be an incredibly long time, but in fact was only a few minutes more. When he finally came, she had yet another awe-inspiring climax of her own. Inspired by what she'd seen earlier, she'd been planning to let him do it all over her face, but with his penis in her mouth, she found she just couldn't take it out. She ended up swallowing nearly everything and finished with a surprisingly clean face.

When they were done, she had more post-coital doubts. She felt bad about her lack of willpower and thought about her "cock slave" comments in a new light. Here I am, a modern, liberated woman. What is this love of submission? Yet at the same time she was confused, because she was simultaneously disappointed that Katherine didn't take advantage of the open door to watch.

She said glumly, "Tiger, you said 'I hate to say this, but it makes you look totally slutty.' Why do you hate to say it? Maybe we should just face facts and recognize that your mother is a slut. Look how I'm dressed. Look what I'm doing to you, my own son. I feel so ashamed, even though I can't stop."

Alan took great offense at that. "No, Mom, you're not a slut. Don't EVER say that. A slut is a woman who sleeps around with just about any guy. Does that describe you at all? No way. In fact, you're not even sleeping with anybody right now. You may feel slutty, but that's just 'cos you're helping me out in lots of ways and being such a great, caring mom. It's okay if you enjoy it. It makes me really happy that you do. So no more talk of the word 'slut.' Keep your dignity. I love you and don't want you to feel bad about yourself. And remember what we were saying last night about physical interaction just being another expression of love? There's nothing to be ashamed about at all."

"Oh, Tiger, you're such a wonderful son! You're too good for me!" She gave him a big hug. Still wearing the open T-shirt, her tits pressed up against him so firmly that he couldn't help but reach around and cup them in his hands.

He apologized, "Sorry, Mom, can't help myself." His hands pinched and pulled at her nipples.

It broke her rules, but she let it slide. Her nipples were terribly sensitive, and her whole body shivered and trembled in delight.

He told her as he groped, "Now that dad's gone, we're going to have fun. A lot of fun. So thrust your chest out and proudly poke your tits high up in the air, because you have nothing to be ashamed about. You're just doing what the doctor wants, so don't get down on yourself. You're sexy and loving and caring, not slutty. Okay?"

"Okay. I'm sorry." She smiled at him gratefully, even though she still felt somewhat ashamed and slutty. If only he knew my thoughts, he'd think twice about not calling me a slut. What about the ache deep in my loins demanding that I get fucked? What about that? It's driving me fucking crazy. What am I going to do about that? There's no way to avoid the fact that that's a sin.

"I love you, Mom," he said as he kissed her on the nose and gave her nipples a final tweak. "See you tomorrow."

"I love you too, Son," she said, nearly tearful with both happiness and sadness. "But what's this 'see you tomorrow' stuff? Don't you want your goodnight kiss?"

"Of course! I thought this was kind of it, because it's already so late."

"Well, it almost is. Here's the actual kiss." She leaned forward and gave him a very chaste kiss on the cheek. Then she pulled away.

"That's it?" he asked incredulously.

Her tone was pouty and a bit playful. "That's all you get. Your punishment for treating me so mean today. I thought you would be more excited to be with me now that Ron left, but noooOOOooo. You go running to Amy and Katherine."

Alan laughed. "Fair enough. I was kind of playing around, with the T-shirt and everything. But it was so much fun to confound your expectations. I promise not to do it again. And I didn't go running to them. They just kind of grabbed my attention and pulled me away. Really, I was longing to be with you."

She kissed him again, this time a dry kiss on the lips. "That's all right. You can do it again, but just remember that I'm going to tease you too. And the shirt is fun. But you can be so frustrating!"

She got a little bit of playful revenge by leaving him without any more kissing. As she walked out into the hallway, she left the overwhelming smell of cum that filled his room. It was as if her head cleared instantly, but at the same time she was filled with the desire to hurry back into his room just so she could inhale the odor.

Later, as she lay in the darkness in her bed, a new wave of guilt washed over her. Now that her weeks-long desire for another cocksucking had been satisfied, she worried about how much she'd enjoyed it. She didn't want to wind up in the embarrassing position where she was begging Alan every day to suck his penis.

Worse, she had a growing desire to fuck. She was worried that once she got started, she'd break down altogether and even beg him to fuck her. One reason why she didn't give him a deep kiss was because she was worried that the next thing she knew she'd be pulling herself down to the bed and before long they'd be rutting like wild animals. But not only was she morally repulsed at the incest idea, she also feared that if that happened Alan would lose all respect for her, and that she'd lose all respect for herself.

She thought, He's such a great son. I have to do better by him. I have to have more self control so I can please him and at the same time not give in to my desires, not break the rules. Help him out but not incest. What he did today wasn't incest - it was just a harmless little blowjob and handjob. I don't know if I can handle not going further, though. I don't seem to be strong enough and have the willpower to say no. I'll just have to take it day by day. In the meantime, at least I can dream and masturbate on what would happen if I said yes. If I let him go all the way! If I let him fuck my pussy! Yes!

She proceeded to do exactly that. She was too shy to buy a dildo at a store, but her fingers did the job very well.

CHAPTER 13 (Saturday, Nov. 2)

There was a big party planned for Saturday night, so Alan figured Saturday day would be relatively quiet as people saved their energies and prepared for the party. However, everyone was keen to test the waters on how things would be now that Ron was gone.

Katherine woke up fairly early and went jogging. She exercised regularly to keep in shape. The first thing she noticed as she walked in the door from her jog was that the underwear cabinet was back again, once again placed near the front door.

She ran inside to the kitchen, said "Hi, Mom," and gave Susan a kiss on the cheek. They chatted for a few minutes.

Katherine could see that Susan was wearing a sexy blouse and short shorts. It wasn't completely outrageous, but it was the most risqué thing she'd worn as normal clothing in two weeks. It was clear she wasn't wearing any underwear either, but she'd never really stopped doing that once she'd started, except for a few days. "Mom, you're such a great mom. I can see you're helping Alan again."

Susan coyly smiled. "I'm trying," she said bashfully.

"Great! So do you mind if I help Alan 'do his thing' too? He must be up by now."

Susan was taken aback. Just the night before, after catching Katherine sucking off Alan, she'd had a talk with her daughter and agreed, in theory, that her daughter could help Alan with his erections. But she didn't expect theory to turn to reality so fast, especially with Katherine getting grounded.

Susan thought, Boy, she's really cheeky to ask, isn't she? But what can I do? They've already done it, and I'm doing it. They're going to keep doing it whether I want it or not, so I might as well keep it out in the open and have some control over it. Susan finally just nodded.

"Cool!" Katherine kissed her again and bounded out of the kitchen.

Alan had just woken up and was laying in his bed, naked, when Katherine came in. He didn't used to sleep naked. More and more, Alan was finding himself nude or at least without underwear underneath, and growing to like it.

She came in all excited and bouncy, dressed in a negligee (she'd purposely changed from her jogging out into something sexier). "Good morning, sleepyhead. I have great news. Guess what? I'm expecting!"

That woke Alan all the way up in a hurry. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. Expecting? Oh, fuck! I've made my sister pregnant? Fuck! Yesterday? Was it from yesterday? Could she know that fast? Didn't we use protection? Finally, all he could mutter was, "Expecting?!?"

"Yes. I'm expecting to suck you off. Mom just said it's okay. So pull down your sheets." She carefully shook her shoulder just enough to let a strap of her negligee slide down.

Alan felt his brain whipsaw. He had a stupid expression on his face for a few seconds as everything sunk in. Then he got mad. "Sister! What the fuck? You nearly scared me half to death!"

She laughed. "I'll note it did wake you up. Let me make it up to you with a friendly good morning blowjob." She leaned forwards, pressing her arms to make her tits push forward and look bigger than they already were. She knew Alan always loved that.

Alan pulled down his sheets, chagrined, but too aroused to complain much. "Promise me you won't joke about that again. I'm totally freaked. Seriously. I've been completely disassociating what we're doing with the possibility of having children. Please don't pull that kind of thing. Period."

"Okay. Sorry. You gotta admit it was pretty funny though. Would you prefer if I pull on this kind of thing?" She tugged at his penis, and continued to giggle.

Katherine soothed his jangled nerves with a loving blowjob. As she often did, Katherine wanted to take things too far, and did everything she could to get him to fuck her.

She was big on "accidents." She stopped the blowjob and sat up on Alan's chest. "Oh no. What if your penis accidentally slipped between my tits? Then you just might be titfucking me." She folded his slippery shaft around her tits and stroked it in her cleavage briefly.

But that wasn't enough. In an even more theatrical voice, she said, "Oh no! What if I slip up big time on your sticky fuck-monster, and it slips on down my tummy..." She scooted back and dragged the penis over her belly button and on down. "What if it just keeps on sliding down and down, and we're both helpless to stop it. Gravity... Can't be helped..." She brought it down over her shaved pussy, right to the top of her clit. She giggled, "Then we'd really be screwed. Or at least I would!"

But Alan was especially strident to stay firmly within Susan's boundaries, because he was feeling guilty for violating them with Suzanne just a short time before. Alan grabbed her hand and stopped her. "Okay, that's enough. No more accidents. Remember Mom. Remember the slippery slope. We shouldn't even be talking like this."

"Big Drippy Brother, you just skiied down the slippery slope, oozing pre-cum all over me. After all that tough skiing, don't you want to rest for a bit inside my cozy ski chalet?" She pulled at his penis to enter her pussy lips, but his hand still held onto hers and kept it back.

He chuckled. "So it's a ski chalet now, hunh? No. I'd rather ski inside your mouth for a while. I liked skiing in the twin peaks region, I'll admit. That was too brief. But blowjob only, please. That's all Mom allowed, right?"

Katherine didn't press too hard, once he'd clearly put his foot down. She knew she'd get her chances at Kim's house at the very least.

Alan could see a happy pattern forming here, even though both Suzanne and Katherine had to ask Susan for permission now each time before helping him. It didn't seem to be as big of a barrier as he feared.

After getting a nice warm load in her mouth, Katherine liked to keep some under her tongue so she could savor it for some time afterwards.

Feeling devilish, when she went downstairs a short time later for a late morning brunch, she gave Susan another kiss. Her mouth tasted and smelled like her brother's cum, and she breathed onto Susan's cheek as the kiss ended just to make sure Susan didn't miss that fact. Susan's eyes went wide and she clutched her hands to her chest. Katherine watched Susan's nipples grow erect in a matter of seconds. Inwardly Katherine chuckled. My mother is sooo predictable.

CHAPTER 14

Alan followed his sister's blowjob with a long shower and then went downstairs for brunch. Katherine was already gone, but Suzanne was together with Susan in the kitchen. Both of them looked at him expectantly.

Alan thought to himself, I wonder what they're thinking. I bet they're thinking of helping me out. After all, that's about all that goes on in this house any more! But what'll I do now that it's not just Suzanne helping me? I'm getting hard, not surprisingly, just looking at these two incredible six foot tall wonders. If I ask Suzanne for help, then Susan's going to be offended. If I ask Susan for help, then Suzanne's going to be offended. And if Katherine were here too, it would be that much worse! How can I divide my...

Alan's thinking was interrupted by Suzanne, who leaned over the table he was sitting at and asked, "Would you like some more tea to go with your biscuits?"

Alan nodded, and she leaned far forward across the table with a teapot, sending her boobs soaring downwards towards him as they barely remained hanging in her skimpy top. She kept her head down and her eyes closed so Alan wouldn't feel shy scoping her out.

Susan though saw what she was doing and said, "Thanks a lot, Suzanne, but I can handle it. A guest like you shouldn't have to..."

Suzanne cut in. "Nonsense! This isn't my home, but I'm happy to help out. I'm especially happy to help Alan. I like to take my share of the load. Alan, Sweetie, would you like some more tea?" She leaned forward again, jiggling her boobs, knowing full well that Alan's teacup was already filled to the brim.

Susan crossed her arms and frowned. "Suzanne, thanks, but really, when it comes to serving Alan, I think I've got it covered." Susan glared at Suzanne, and Suzanne finally stood back up.

Alan thought, These two are getting competitive all of the sudden. I don't want that. I think there's an undercurrent in what they're saying, like Suzanne saying she wants my "load" and Susan talking about "serving" me. I have to diffuse this situation quickly, but I also have to be subtle, polite, and not act like some macho jerk. One reason they like me so much is because I don't say things like, "Hey baby, you'll get your turn."

He said to both of them, "Speaking of helping out, that reminds me. I could use some help with my treatment today, and it would be great if you two could help me. I'd really appreciate it."

"Certainly," Susan and Suzanne said at the same time.

"I'm going to need help more than once. Probably once now when I've finished eating, since you two have given me such outstanding visual stimulation, and once again in the afternoon. So maybe one of you could help now and one later?" They both nodded enthusiastically. "Great! Then could the two of you decide who goes when?"

Susan and Suzanne looked at each other. For a moment Alan thought his solution of letting them decide would only make matters worse as they fought over who went when. But then Suzanne said, "Flip for it?" and Susan nodded.

Suzanne flipped a coin, and she won. Alan was a bit disappointed, because he knew his mother had been frustrated lately, and in particular, the fact that he was caught with Katherine the night before no doubt especially rankled her. But he had to obey the results.

He finished his food and then wordlessly took Suzanne in his hand and began to head back towards the stairs leading to his room. But suddenly his mother said, "Wait! You two, stay here. Don't do it upstairs, 'cos I want to go there right now."

"Uh, okay," Alan replied. He realized that Katherine or Amy could walk into the house at any moment so the living room wasn't good. "We'll go to the basement. How does that sound, Suzanne?"

"Fine." Her hand clung to his like they were teenagers on their first date, and she pulled him out of the room.

Susan hurried upstairs and the other two went downstairs to the basement filled with Suzanne and Susan's exercise equipment. They assumed Susan wanted to do something in her room or bathroom without knowing that Alan was having his penis sucked only a short distance away.

What they didn't realize was that Susan in fact hurried straight into Alan's room. She did plan to return to her room, so she could masturbate herself some more (she'd had a wonderful orgasm just after waking). But she decided to stop by Alan's room to check the chart on the inside of his door and see how many times he'd cum the day before. Checking his chart was still a daily habit for her.

As she entered the room, her nostrils were overcome with the smell of Alan's cum. He still hadn't opened his window in days. It smelled stuffy and stale, but mostly there was the odor of sex, and the reminder of how Alan's penis tasted. If Susan couldn't have it in her mouth right now, being in this room was the next best thing.

She looked at the chart. Oooh! Seven times yesterday. Alan is getting to be such a sexual stud. What a man! Such a big, cum-filled young man! ... Oh no. My head - it's like I'm getting dizzy just standing here. I don't know if I can control myself...

She closed Alan's door, and rushed to his bed. Then she lay on top of the covers and frigged herself. She imagined that Alan was in the room, standing on the other side, but watching her.

She knew that he kept some towels next to his bed that he liked to cum into; soft, silky towels. As she worked herself towards climax, she picked up one of the towels and sniffed it. It was still fairly wet with his cum - she figured the cum was some hours old and from some point in the middle of the night. She didn't care. She rubbed it over her face and then licked the cum into her mouth. The cum wasn't fresh, but at least it wasn't crusty and hard. She eagerly lapped it up as her pussy exploded in orgasm.

Meanwhile, down in the basement Suzanne was giving Alan a handjob. It was only as a prelude to a blowjob, because she wanted to talk first. She said, "Sweetie, I know what you were thinking. You're worried about a rivalry between mothers. But don't worry. We're best of friends and it takes a lot to split us apart. As long as there is plenty of cock for both of us, everything will be fine."

"I'm trying, Aunt Suzy, I'm trying. Just the other day I had to do all six times myself."

Suzanne laughed. "Now that your father is gone, I don't think you'll ever have to do that again. We're going to make you feel so good, you won't know if you're coming or going." She giggled. "I take that back. You're going to know very well that you're cumming." They both chuckled at that.

"Speaking of which, it's almost time for my lunch. I think I'm going to eat some Alan sausage, with a side order of balls, and then a cup of piping hot crème de cum soup. But I must admit I do feel a little bit of rivalry with Susan. Now that she's becoming a committed cocksucker, I have to stay one step ahead. That's why I've been learning how to deep throat. I've been with a lot of guys, but I've never deep throated anyone before. But I want to do it for you, Sweetie. I wanna be your favorite cocksucker and stay that way."

"Well, I warn you, it's pretty hard to do." He thought of what Glory had done to him, and was honestly amazed at her skills.

"Oh no! Somebody beat me to it? Who?"

Alan blushed. "I can't say."

"Oh, come on. You can tell me. Your Aunt Suzy." She stroked his penis more insistently, and squeezed his balls in a pleasurable way to help squeeze the secret out of him.

"Nope. Can't kiss and tell. But it was someone from school." He figured Glory would really not want him to tell anyone what they were doing.

"Oh. That's not so bad. I was afraid there for a moment that your mom had beat me to it. I can't imagine her knowing how, but she is full of surprises lately. Or your sister. I gotta admit I feel some competition there. Just what have you two done together?"

Alan remained mum. Then he broke down enough to say, "I can't kiss and tell."

"Okay, enough talking anyway. I've been practicing with a dildo and reading up on this, so I'm ready. Let's give it a try."

Suzanne knelt down further and put her mouth over Alan's penis. Just as Glory did, Suzanne took the penis in deeper and deeper each time her head bobbed on it. But unlike Glory, Suzanne was clearly having trouble. She repeatedly gagged as his penis reached her gag reflex. She sputtered and choked, and Alan had to take his penis out again and again, giving her a chance to recover. She kept repeating, "Sorry." But she would not give up.

After some time she was able to get past the gagging and truly deep throat his penis. Nevertheless, the experience was nothing like it was with Glory. Suzanne was barely hanging on, and couldn't do all the extra things Glory could simultaneously do that really drove Alan crazy with pleasure. It actually was more of an ordeal than something delightful, but Alan recognized it was a necessary ordeal, like learning to ride a bicycle.

Suzanne eventually gave up and finished Alan off with a traditional blowjob. But she was a fast learner. Alan could see that with maybe one or two more tries, she'd start to master it. That made him excited about the possibilities. He also was pleased and touched that she would try such a thing just to make him happy.

After that effort, both of them were tired. Alan in any case was looking forward to a restful day after doing little more than getting sucked off by Katherine and Suzanne on either side of a brunch. The two of them rested in each other's arms for a while. Suzanne asked him all kinds of questions about his recent "help" from Susan and Katherine.

Alan ended up giving quite a long explanation about how he and his sister had gotten caught, about the new "goodnight kiss and tuck in" tradition, and much more. Later Suzanne would ask Susan about these things as well to feel out her opinions, but by asking Alan she got more straight forward answers without all the gnashing of teeth.

Suzanne went back home, content to have a big load of cum in her belly. As she walked the short distance back to her house, she thought, Excellent. One step backwards, and two steps forwards. Alan and Katherine getting caught is actually a really good thing. Susan now becomes that much more accepting and another piece leading to my overall scheme falls into place. I feel just like Mr. Burns on the Simpsons. "Eeeexcellent!" I wish I could do a convincing "Bwa-ha-ha-ha!" laugh. I don't even need to actively scheme - everything is developing as it should, naturally.

But there's still a long ways to go, though. Getting Susan to actually fuck Alan is the hardest mental barrier to overcome, by far. Getting her to fuck me and Katherine will be easy in comparison. Oooh! Won't that be fun? Heh-heh-heh.

Alan climbed back up the stairs to his room to recuperate and do a little reading. But when he opened the door to his room, he was in for a big surprise.

Susan still lay on his bed, wearing nothing but her birthday suit. Her fingers on one hand were deep in her pussy and her other hand mauled her own tits. She was headed for yet another orgasm - she'd lost count just how many she'd had while anticipating her turn to suck Alan off later in the day. Her clothes lay scattered on the floor beside the bed.

Now that the object of her fantasy had appeared in the flesh, she didn't seem that affected by it. "Oh. Hi, Tiger," she said almost absent-mindedly.

Alan walked over to her and stared open mouthed at her gaping wide open pussy. Her legs were bent up at the knees and they thrashed around in slow motion. One of her feet scraped along the wall the bed rested against, as if she was trying to see just how wide she could spread her legs and was finding a frustrating barrier in the wall.

"Tiger, so good to see you. Sorry for invading your privacy. I just popped my head in here to uh, check your schedule. Oh! It looks like you're cumming a lot lately. That's a good son. I'm so proud! But then, uh, then the smell... It got to me." She opened her legs even wider, like a professional gymnast.

As he drew closer, she paid him more attention and grew more excited by his presence. She continued, "I love what you've done to your place. The smell! So good. So yummy. Oh! Oh dear! Your mommy is feeling very, very helpful. She's so very eager to help you with your treatment. Please. Yes! Pull down your shorts and give it to me, Tiger, give it to me! Please! Your mommy's so hot! She's burning up!" She sat up in bed and opened her mouth in delightful anticipation.

Alan just stood there openmouthed, with his hand still on the doorknob. He looked just like she looked when she caught him with Katherine the day before. He was at a loss for words.

He thought, Oh shit. Just yesterday she was reluctantly conceding she would be willing to help me in this way. Now this! I'm still recovering from what Suzanne did minutes ago. Now I've got my mom on own my bed, naked, legs spread, and begging to suck my cock, and I can't even get it up? Oh my fucking God. What a day this is turning out to be. I thought we were all taking it easy for the big party tonight. And it's not even noon!