CHAPTER 1 (Saturday, Nov. 2)

Alan continued to stare at his mother. Susan still sat up naked in his bed with her mouth open, waiting for his penis. "Mom, I can't tell you how much I hate to say this, but I just can't get it up. I mean, Suzanne just got me off ten minutes ago. I'm only human."

Susan's open mouth turned into a big "O" of disappointment. She muttered, "Oh dear." She sat sadly for a moment. Then she brightened. "I know! Come here and I'll get it nice and hard! I have some ideas!"

Alan shook his head. "Mom, we've got all day. Why don't you take a rest and so will I? Then we'll have more fun later."

"Okay," she said resignedly. She got off of the bed, picked up her clothes from the floor, and walked naked out of the room.

On the way out she stopped next to Alan and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you, Son. And I love helping you out. Now that Ron is gone, I hope I can help a LOT." She giggled. Then she walked into the hallway.

As soon as she was gone, Alan thought, Shit. I cannot BELIEVE I turned that down. If my penis wasn't feeling dead to the world, who knows what I might've done. It looked like she was ready for anything! Does she want me to fuck her? It sure seems like it.

He went to his bed and lay down. A part of him wanted to nap just so his mind could shut off for a while, but it was too early in the day for napping. Instead, he just sat in his bed with his mind nearly blank. He stared at the wall across the room with a look of dull incomprehension. He literally could not conceive just how beautiful and sexy his own mother was. Then he would think of Suzanne and similarly boggle. Then Katherine. Then Amy.

He wasn't thinking about these things in a sexual manner, but in a "my life is a completely impossible Twilight Zone episode" manner. I've won the lottery. I've won some kind of cosmic, sexual lottery. It's really sinking in. I've been feeling like all this has been a dream, but it's been going on too long. This is really, really real. My mom was actually writhing naked on my bed. Fucking unreal! Unreal!

He stared slack-jawed some more.

Susan meanwhile headed to her room. As she walked into it, she could feel her head beginning to clear. She was torn between masturbating again or putting her clothes back on, but with every second that passed her mind cleared some more, and she finally dressed.

She sat down on her bed and tried to make sense of what happened. What happened to me? I was like an uncontrollable bimbo slut! I was begging him to fuck me, with the look in my eyes! ... Calm down. Don't try to think about that. Think about the why. Why? ... It has to have been that smell. His room! I go insane with the smell of his cum! That must be it. This has to stop. I have to keep a grip. First, I'm going to take a cold shower to fully clear my head. Then I'm going to talk to him - outside of his room - and get him to clear the air in there.

She did have that talk. Alan did open his windows and clear out the smell in his room. When all was said and done, he was always very doting on his mother, and obedient to her wishes. Susan felt a lot better after that. But she still desired the blowjob he'd promised her and she dropped several hints about how ready she was to help.

Later in the afternoon, after he finished his nap, he called her into his room.

She looked typically stunning. He couldn't help but say, "Mom, you look so hot that they need to put you in some kind of asbestos decontamination chamber." She laughed, and her enthusiasm to suck him off doubled. But then he half-kidded, half-chided, "But what did I tell you about wearing underwear?"

"You told me I should never wear it except outside the house. And Mommy obeys her handsome, well-hung son. She must obey. But I thought it would be okay if that was all I was wearing."

Alan pretended to disapprove. "I don't know. Hmmm.... Maybe I'll forgive you just this once, if you take it all off immediately."

"Okay!" she answered excitedly. Then she realized it wasn't seemly to be so enthused, so she calmed the tone of her voice and added, "After all, the doctor said I have to be some kind of..." - she searched for the right word - "sex object for you." She slowly and tantalizingly unhooked her bra then let her boobs jiggle as she shook the bra off.

Spreading her legs a bit, she grasped her panties and inched them down her legs. "Looks like I have to do what I'm told. ... Do you like?" she asked, fishing for more compliments as the panties worked their way ever so slowly down past her knees. Since she was bending forwards, she took the opportunity to shake her rack with every movement. Her nipples hardened and stuck out, as if they were waiting to be sucked.

Alan's blood pressure rose just looking at the sight. "Mom, can I ask you a favor? Could you buy me a thesaurus?"

"Sure, Tiger, but why bring that up now?"

"Because I need to find new words to describe just how sexy and amazing you are. The words I know just don't do you justice. Seriously."

"Awww. You're so cute!" She was stark naked now. She sat on his lap and threw herself into his arms.

"And you're so impossibly curvy and nice. Kiss me, Mom."

"Sorry. Can't. Must. Give. Blowjob." She jokingly said this in a strange voice, as if she was a robot or zombie. Meanwhile her hands found his penis. She took a deep whiff and was disappointed to notice most of the cum smell gone. At the moment she regretted her earlier order to air out the room.

"Hey. I thought you just said you must obey me. I want a kiss on the lips."

She dropped the funny voice to answer seriously, "Yes, obey, but only within the boundaries of the rules. I can't have you just taking advantage of me any which way. After all, I'm your mother!"

The playful way she said this last part made him think she wouldn't completely mind such rule violations. But he let it slide and just sat back to enjoy the blowjob.

She gave it her all. For the first time, she wasn't restrained in her vocalization. She hummed, "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm..." repeatedly, but seemingly half the time she raised her voice as if in surprise: "MMMM!"

She let him run his hands over her back and caress her hair, which usually wasn't allowed. When she particularly enjoyed his caresses, one of her "mmmm's" would turn into an "mmmm-HMMM!" When he gave up his load, she somehow managed to drink it all in even as she let out a joyous, wordless cry.

But she wasn't as out-of-control horny as she'd been earlier in the day. Alan wondered if he'd missed a golden opportunity to take things much farther, if only his penis had shown any life at all.

CHAPTER 2

While Alan was napping, Amy came over, looking for help in shaving her pussy. Although Alan was sleeping, Katherine was more than happy to help. The two of them went back to Katherine's room. There was the usual amount of "checking for bumps" and "investigating the leakage problem."

Katherine advised Amy that the leakage problem still had no answer, but that it demanded more investigation in the very near future. This was the same conclusion Katherine had every day. She could tell by now that even Amy had caught on to the whole "leakage problem" pretense. But still they maintained the charade, absurd as it may have been. It was more fun that way. They almost never stopped giggling during such "investigations."

Alan had shown Katherine how to find Amy's G-spot, and then Amy was able to find Katherine's. They were both "very disturbed" to find one of the actual bumps, and spent many long minutes trying to massage their respective bumps away, to no avail. Both agreed these particular bumps would need much more "hands-on" investigation. Again, Katherine figured Amy was getting wise to this, but again it didn't really matter by this point.

Amy also asked if she could borrow a dildo, but Katherine said that would have to wait for another day. This asking for and denying the dildo was getting to be a daily ritual, too. Katherine always said no because she wanted Amy to become completely dependent on her and Alan for all her sexual pleasures. So far it was working like a charm. Amy was coming over even more than before, always ready for pussy shaving and/or a "bump check."

But today Katherine wanted to do something new. She suggested had a novel solution to their supposed "leakage problem."

She said, as they sat on the bathroom floor, pumping fingers into each others' vaginas, "Amy, here we are, always checking out the same hole, but we've forgotten to check the other one! Is there also a leakage problem there? If not, why not? If you could investigate that too, maybe we could solve our problem."

"What, you mean your asshole?" Amy asked bluntly. "That's gross! I don't want to touch that."

"I know it sounds weird, but you were just asking the other day how you could pay back all the help Alan and I have given you. I don't think this is much to ask. It's very clean. I just washed thoroughly. Just put a finger in there. It's no big deal."

Amy still appeared wary, so Katherine volunteered, "Here, I'll put a finger in yours first. Then you'll see it's not so weird, and even can feel good."

Katherine began sawing at Amy from both sides, with fingers in her pussy and another finger up her anus. Pretty soon Amy had to admit that it felt good. She finally was persuaded to stick her own finger up Katherine's butt.

Within minutes, Katherine convinced Amy to replace that finger with her tongue. Amy's tongue was soon contentedly probing deep into Katherine's anus as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Katherine not only liked the feeling of having a tongue up her butt, but she also liked the feeling of power in ordering Amy to do it. Although she didn't normally get off on power the way Heather did, there was something intoxicating in having someone as subservient and unquestioning as Amy stick a tongue in one's anus.

After more orgasms all around, Katherine admitted they appeared to be no closer to solving the "leakage problem."

But Amy suggested they continue to explore the butt in the future, just to be sure. By the end of the session, Amy exclaimed, "Mmmm. I love licking butts. I'm a butt-licker! Do you think Alan will let me lick his butt? It's fun to be naughty!"

The rest of the day passed fairly normally for Alan and everyone else. Not surprisingly, Susan was very ashamed at her earlier behavior. She worked off her guilt in a house cleaning frenzy. The others were just feeling lazy or tired. Plus, they were all saving up their energy for a big party that night, one of the biggest parties of the year.

The exact day of Halloween passed with very little activity to mark the holiday, especially since most parents were too scared to let their children go trick or treating any more. Instead, everyone waited until the nearest Saturday night for the local big party. A fat, bald, and jolly man named Ralph held a Halloween party every year for everyone in the neighborhood that was THE party to go to. He was also exceedingly rich, and his massive shindig was attended by hundreds of people.

Alan, Susan, Katherine, Suzanne, and Amy were all planning on going. It was such a big deal that even Suzanne's husband Eric and her son Brad were going. Everyone was excited, but Suzanne was the most excited of all. Her plan to corrupt the Plummer family was proceeding better than she could have dreamed. She decided it was time she gave herself a reward at the party. A big reward.

CHAPTER 3

Suzanne was very aware that the party was a costume party. Costumes meant the potential for mistaken identities. She cooked up a devious plan. She rented two costumes: one of the superhero Catwoman, and the other one a Renaissance-era lady.

She picked both for the cover they could provide. With Catwoman, she could wear a skintight suit that flaunted her body but still managed to completely hide her identity. There was a mask covering her entire head except for parts of her chin and cheeks. The Renaissance outfit was a frilly dress that had an extremely low cut bodice. But she also wore a black mask with it, as if she was attending a masquerade ball from centuries earlier.

Her plan was to go as Catwoman, then switch to the Renaissance dress halfway through the party, find Alan, and seduce him while pretending to be someone else. That way, she could get fucked without paying any of the consequences. Not even Alan would know her identity, hopefully.

Suzanne also rented a costume for Susan. She picked Wonder Woman, because it would force Susan to flaunt her body in public for practically the first time. In addition, it forced Susan to do up her hair in a style that almost exactly matched Suzanne's. Suzanne did Susan's hair herself, hoping that could lead to some interesting mischief. Wonder Woman essentially wore a one-piece bathing suit, except for a very revealing cut around the boobs and a lack of shoulder straps.

As a joking reference to the nicknames their mother called them by, Alan went as a tiger and Katherine went as an angel, complete with halo (held up by wire) and wings. Alan looked somewhat like he wore a little boy's pajamas, completely covered in a one-piece suit from head to toe except for a hole for his entire face.

Katherine's costume caused a bit of controversy before they left. "I hope you don't think you're going like that," Susan said to her daughter.

"What? I'm showing as much skin as you are," Katherine correctly pointed out.

"Yeah, but angels don't dress in tiny bras."

"Those are puffy clouds," Katherine said indignantly. Her bra was made of cotton balls. "Angels live up the clouds, you know."

"Yeah, whatever. I don't think any Bible has angels looking like that. Anyway, I know you want to look good for Alan, but consider all the other guys who will be there. You'll ruin your reputation at school."

After much nagging by Susan, Katherine adjusted her costume to cover up her stomach as well. She still was a very sexy, raunchy angel.

When they got to the party, there were already at least two hundred people there. Ralph, the host, lived in a huge two-story mansion and the party sprawled all through it and out into his massive backyard, where a band played beside a swimming pool. People of all ages were there, including dozens of Alan's classmates and even many teachers.

Suzanne had no trouble freeing herself of her husband and son. Amy, dressed in an Elvira-styled witch costume that flaunted her cleavage, was surrounded by a crowd of flatterers.

Suzanne quickly found Alan. But there was a problem: Suzanne couldn't work her plan because Katherine was clinging to Alan like glue.

Katherine kept the guys away from herself by remaining arm in arm with her brother. Secretly, she was also fantasizing to herself that they were an official couple. Not so secretly, she occasionally whispered sexy things into his ear, like, "Honey, I'm tired. I'm ready to go already. Take me home and fuck me." That earned her a worried nudge and stern look from her brother. But rather than stop, she added, "Big Rail Spike Brother, do you think that if you drag me over behind those trees and screw me silly, anyone would notice us?"

She giggled, but Alan gave such a desperate nonverbal plea that she toned it down - for a few minutes, anyway.

Suzanne decided to eliminate the competition. Walking up to Alan and Katherine as they stood outside talking to each other and doing their best to ignore most everyone else, she handed both of them glasses to drink.

Alan said, "Thanks, Aunt Suzy. I mean, Catwoman. What's in the drink?"

The liquid was black and smoke rose from the glasses. "It's called spooky punch. It's basically Long Island Iced Tea, with some coloring and dry ice."

Katherine took a sip. "Mmmm! Not bad. Is it alcoholic?"

"Just a tad. I'm sure Ralph wouldn't mind if you young'uns have a little." Suzanne was delighted that neither of the Plummer kids had any idea what a deceptively powerful alcoholic wallop Long Island Iced Teas packed.

Within an hour, Katherine was completely plastered. Suzanne took her to a coatroom and helped her lie down on a couch there. The girl immediately passed out. But the problem with Suzanne's plan was that Alan drank as much as his sister. Since he was a bit bigger and heavier and had more alcoholic tolerance, he was still on his feet when Suzanne came back, but obviously he was barely hanging on.

Worse, from Suzanne's perspective, an attractive young female classmate had replaced Katherine next to Alan, and in just the few minutes Suzanne was gone getting Katherine to a couch, the girl was already shamelessly flirting with him. This kind of thing would have never have happened to the old Alan. But the new Alan was oozing sexual experience and confidence, so such aggressive flirting was no surprise.

Suzanne decided to go mingle; hoping that by and by the girl would leave. She lingered nearby, ready to whisk Alan away if the opportunity struck.

She saw Susan mingling nearby, too. Susan was surrounded by a small crowd of young men, all trying their best to hit on her. Susan made eye contact with Suzanne, and gave her a look that said, "Rescue me!" But Suzanne smiled and kept walking, figuring that the attention might do Susan some good to her low self-confidence. Then Suzanne remembered that she had to change into her other outfit. She had it in a big bag in the cloakroom, so she went in there and changed.

When she found Alan again, the cute young girl was now draped all over him. She was running a hand over his chest and laughing at nearly everything he said. She had long, blonde hair, and looked like the wild, slutty type. He had another glass of spooky punch in his hand, and was about as wasted as he'd ever been.

Suzanne, drinking a martini, boldly walked up to the pair. "Excuse me, young sir," she said to Alan, completely ignoring the girl, "Can you help a damsel in distress?"

Suzanne used a French accent she'd picked up earlier in life so he wouldn't recognize her voice. The accent fit her costume perfectly. She looked and acted like she'd just stepped out of the movie Dangerous Liaisons. Further, she tried to speak more nasally so he wouldn't recognize her very distinctive whispery and raspy tone.

"Sure!" he said unthinkingly. More doubtfully, he added, "Do I know you?"

"Not yet, but you will, very well. Call me, um, Elle."

"Well excuse me, Elle," the girl said in a nasty voice, "but can't you see we're a little busy here?"

Suzanne dismissively sneered, "Little girl, why don't you run along to your Barbie and your doll house?"

"Well! I never!" The girl said huffily.

Suzanne chuckled to herself, then said, "That's your problem, missy. Leave this one to those of us who have."

Grabbing Alan's arm, Suzanne said, "Quick, it's urgent. Please come with me."

The girl stood there, stunned and at a loss of words. "Alan, are you going to let her treat me like that?"

"Sorry Carol, I'll be back in a bit," he said as Suzanne nearly dragged him towards the house.

CHAPTER 4

Alan's head was foggy, and he asked, "What was your name again?"

"Elle. Remember that, because you'll be screaming it later." Alan was so befuddled that he couldn't figure out what she meant.

She pulled him all the way up the foot of the stairs of the house. "Come with me here," she said, and began to climb the stairs, still leading him by the hand.

Alan dumbly tried to process her comment. "'Come with me here.' 'Come with me here...' Something about that is weird. Don't you mean 'Come here with me?' Yeah, that's how it goes."

"Oui, that too," Suzanne said, as she discovered an empty bedroom and pushed him in it. When she said "come with me here," in her mind she spelled the first word "cum."

"Are we there yet?" Alan asked, still not really thinking. Suzanne shut the door behind her, and stood leaning against it with Alan now trapped in the room. The room was dark except for the light of the moon pouring through the windows.

"Yes, we are," Suzanne replied, but now that she had him here, she wasn't sure how to proceed. "Um..." she said aloud, but she couldn't think of anything to say. She'd had a few drinks herself, and wasn't her usual sharp self.

Alan stood in the middle of the room not too concerned with much more than trying to stay standing. But it was slowly dawning on him what a gorgeous, big-breasted woman he was standing in front of. Her tits were all but popping out of her very low cut dress.

"You know, Elle, I gotta say, your boobs are almost the biggest..." he staggered, and fell forward until he was supporting himself with a wall.

"Yes, almost the biggest what?" Suzanne said.

"Oh, nothing, I shouldn't have said anything."

"No, I really want to know. Almost what?"

"Well, I was trying to say they're almost as big as the boobs of two other women I know."

Suzanne smiled a devilish smile, realizing this would be a good "foot in the door" for her plans. "Now, just a moment! My breasts are my best assets. You're telling me you know not one but two women with bigger boobs?"

"Yep."

"I don't believe it."

"Well, it's true. I live near two of the most gorgeous women in the universe. Yours are pretty nice, but theirs are even nicer."

Suzanne was amused that Alan thought "Elle" wasn't as big or beautiful as her real identity. "I think you're wrong," she said firmly. "How can you tell for certain?"

"I don't know, I can just tell."

"You have not felt my boobs. I refuse to concede they're smaller than these other women's until you make sure with your hands."

"That's a fair cop. Okey-dokey." He reached out and cupped one of her boobs. She held her hand on his and pulled down on her dress, which just ever-so-barely covered her nipples in the first place. Her two towers of flesh popped out, and Alan began investigating their size more boldly. However, he was in his tiger suit, so he couldn't feel much with his "paws."

"Take off that suit, so you can properly check," she said. She pulled a zipper down his back and dragged the tiger suit off of his arms and down to his chest. His hands flew back to her boobs.

"So, what do you think? Are they the biggest?"

"Hmm. They're pretty fuckin' huge, lady. I mean Elle. I mean, they're quite large, madam. Pardon my language! You're nice, and yours are nice!" he said as he nearly swooned from alcohol. "But Susan's are nicer."

"Oh, are they?" Suzanne said, suddenly genuinely upset. It's amusing when he's comparing me to myself, but not when he prefers Susan! "What about this second woman?"

"Oh Suzanne? Way nicer, too. Sorry, but that's just how it is." He continued to fondle, and pulled her nipples nearly painfully.

"I refuse to believe that," Suzanne said as she began to pull her dress further down. "Look at me naked, and tell me honestly if you think these other women are prettier than me." She wore nothing under her dress so she was suddenly completely nude.

"Ho boy. That's nice." His hands began running all over Suzanne, but still focusing on her tits. He'd been conditioned in recent weeks to avoid touching pussies, so he refrained from that. "You look a lot like Suzanne, but she doesn't let me touch me much. I mean her. Much, I mean."

"She must be crazy. Am I having an effect yet?" She pulled his suit down further until it came to his knees.

Alan didn't answer with words. But his penis sprung straight out to its full length, and that was all the answer Suzanne needed.

"What do we have here?" she said as she reached down, possessed it with her hands, and began stroking. "Is this not proof that I am the more beautiful woman?"

"Sorry, Elle. I mean, you're making me hot, but you should see what these other two women do to me. It's really crazy, it is." He looked around the room dumbly. "By the way, what was the thing you wanted me to help you with?"

Suzanne grabbed Alan by the shoulders and pushed him backwards until he fell back onto the bed. Then she pulled his tiger suit completely off of his feet, so he was now totally naked except for the tiger mane covering the hair on his head, which was a separate piece.

"These women," she said. "Do they let you play with them?" He nodded. "Do they suck you off?" He nodded more assertively. "Do they let you fuck them?" He stopped nodding and became sad.

She walked to the side of the bed, and pulled his limp body up the bed until his head was on a pillow, and then lay on top of him. "Because I would very much like you to fuck me. That errand I need help with? It's that I want you to give me a good fucking."

He still looked befuddled, so she clarified, "I want you to stick your penis in my pussy and ram me like there's no tomorrow. Is that clear? Do you think you can do that?" She drew one of his hands to her pussy and he stroked her furry patch.

"Whoa! Wow. I don't know, Elle. I can try. I'm pretty drunk." The room swirled around him, and he was having a hard time focusing on the task at hand. About the best he could do was grope and ogle this mysterious (from his perspective) and beautiful woman.

He managed to get himself over Suzanne/Elle, and sat on her legs so that his penis pointed towards her pussy. Without any further ado, and before she had a chance to get wet, he tried to stick his tool into her hole. But with the room spinning, the effect was that he kept poking his penis everywhere but where it belonged.

Suzanne, desiring more foreplay, decided this was a good thing. She grabbed control of his penis, but rather than stick it in, she played with it on her pussy lips, teasing herself with it on her clit and all around.

Alan was glad because it meant he could concentrate on holding his head instead to stop the room from spinning. She began poking it in her tunnel a fraction of an inch and then pulling it back out, making herself wet and Alan increasingly frustrated yet aroused in the process.

"Oooh, Elle, I think I'm gonna be sick," he said.

That's really romantic, Suzanne thought in frustration. Giving up hope on lovemaking prowess from Alan in his current state, she stuck his penis in all the way, and Alan's natural instincts took over.

That's better. Much better! Suzanne thought, as he pleasured her with long, deep strokes into the center of her being.

"I'm hangin' on, I'm hangin' on," he said to himself. "So good. You're so good, Elle. Fuck! Yes!" They went at it for the next ten minutes, with no variation or playing around but a steady, solid pounding.

Suzanne let out a guttural gasp with every thrust into her. "Oh! ... Oh! ... Oh! ... Oh! ... Oh!..." She was loving life, even if he lacked subtlety.

Alan began going faster and faster, but then his energy topped out and he began going slower. He was like the little engine that couldn't. Finally, he stopped altogether, with his hard penis still inside Suzanne, and simply lay down on top of her and hugged her.

Suzanne cursed inwardly. Dammit, this is not how it's supposed to be. I'm not seeing stars here. Alan is too drunk. We're both too drunk.

She sensed he was going to go to sleep and/or get flaccid at any moment. So she pulled him out, and changed places. Now straddling Alan, she slowly impaled herself down onto his still rigid pole.

That seemed to work better. She did all the work, bouncing up and down, and saying sexy things like, "You total stud. Fill me up. Fill me up deep with your man meat! Fuck me back into the Stone Age. Fuck this sexy mama senseless. Fuck me silly! You can do it! Hard! Yeah! Just like that!"

"Good!" Her accent was slipping more than a little, but Alan wasn't in any condition to notice.

The sight of her bouncing tits in the semi-dark room seemed to help in reviving his energy. She threw her arms up in the air and rode him like a bucking bronco.

"Fuck me!" she yelled. "Fuck your auntie!" Realizing that might be giving her identity away, she tried for a stronger accent and added, "Pretend I'm your aunt! Or better, pretend I'm your mother!"

That's a bizarre thing to say, Alan thought, but it hit him like a bolt of electricity nonetheless. He sat up somewhat, and groped her tits.

"Oh, you like that don't you? Yes, pretend I'm your mother. Fuck me, Son! Be a motherfucker!"

"Yes! A motherfucker!"

"Do you pretend that Suzanne is your mother?"

"Oh yes!" Suzanne filed that away for future reference.

"What about this Susan? Do you pretend she is your mother?"

"Oh God! Susan! Fuck! Yes!" His energy was reviving more and more with each new incestuous thing Suzanne said.

"Then fuck your mother! Fuck us all!"

"Yeah! Mom, Mom, finally, I'm fucking you! Yes! You've teased me too much! So mean! Too mean! I can't take it anymore! I'm gonna finally cum inside you!"

"Yes! Come inside me! Fill me, Sweee-- Sweet Jesus!" She'd started to say his nickname "Sweetie," but luckily stopped herself in time.

Not that Alan was likely to notice the slip up, given his intoxication and what he was doing. He'd been holding back and trying to control himself a bit, but he just didn't have the mental focus to maintain control. "I'm a motherfucker!" he yelled really loud, and his semen shot out in torrents into Suzanne's vagina.

His semen plowed into her like a nuclear explosion going off. Even though Alan was off his best, he still shot huge loads, and the cum hit the back of Suzanne's vagina and just kept on hitting. Suzanne was glad he wasn't wearing a condom, so she could feel his jism filling her up. She didn't have to worry about pregnancy since she'd had her tubes tied.

She fell on top of him, exhausted and sweaty, but content.

"Boy, Elle, that was great," Alan said in a surprisingly casual tone.

"Merci beaucoup. Thank you very much, Tiger," she said, and kissed him on the cheek, while she ran her fingers through the lion's mane of the last remaining part of his costume. Being called "Tiger" now turned him on intensely. She used Susan's nickname for him deliberately, knowing it would have an effect. He tried to think about why she called him that, and then figured she was just referring to his tiger costume.

He sat with eyes wide open. "I feel so revived. My stomach even feels better. But why the weird fantasy? And what if someone heard us? I think you're great just the way you are. ...Dang! What a hot, horny, ready woman. And I just met you. Wow."

She answered his first question. "I don't know. It appeared to work though, didn't it?"

Then she thought about the second question, and suddenly felt intensely worried about having been overheard. She looked up at the windows with a start, and felt a great wave of relief as she realized they were closed. I can only imagine what would have happened if the windows were open and a couple hundred people heard him yell "I'm a motherfucker!" The irony! What would Susan have thought if she recognized his voice?

But the effects of the alcohol still lay heavy on him, and in the post orgasmic bliss, he suddenly felt his eyes drooping. He asked, "What were you saying before about comparing? I don't know about that, but you were great."

His voice started to slow down, like a cassette player running out of batteries. "Can I see your whole face now? Speaking of forbidden fucking, you were almost as good as.... As good as...." His eyes closed, and he fell fast asleep.

Alan began snoring, and seemed completely dead to the world.

Suzanne wondered what name he was about to say. Hrm. Probably Katherine. Are they fucking? I wouldn't be totally shocked if they were. That would make sense for forbidden fucking, and it would be great news for my overall scheme. But she can't be a better fuck than me; she has to be a clumsy virgin. Who else could it be? Maybe a teacher? That would be forbidden too...

She lay naked next to him for the next hour or so, waiting for him to wake up, but he would not. She tried shaking him, but all he would do is mumble and turn over. She even tried squeezing his penis for signs of life, but it just flopped over like a limp sausage.

Some schemer I turned out to be! she thought, chagrined. Got him too drunk and had him fuck me when he could barely walk, forgot about protection, forgot about security.... I got him thinking about Susan instead of me. It's a miracle he didn't recognize me as well, especially since I let my strand of teased hair get exposed in the midst of the fucking. Duh. And now he's done for the evening. At least I know I am. I'm so tempted to close my eyes and fall asleep on this bed, but if we don't wake until morning, I'd be in big, big trouble.

She thought more about his sexual performance. I enjoyed that a lot because it was Alan, and it definitely had its moments. But objectively speaking, as a first time fuck with Alan, it sucked. I'm lucky he didn't barf on me. He only was really going there for about three minutes, maybe five. For the normal Alan he would just be getting warmed up by then. No way does this count as my first time with him! I want a better memory! I'm going to pretend this didn't happen, and try again when he's fucking sober and fully aware of whom he's fucking.

She pulled covers over him, dressed, and slipped out of the room. To her immense relief, the second floor appeared to be essentially empty, though she heard some other panting noises coming from nearby rooms.

She made her way downstairs, and into the cloak room. Once alone, she slipped her black mask off of her face and looked around for Katherine. There were a few people collapsed on various couches, but she found Katherine still sleeping easily enough. She seemed to be okay and in no need of waking. So Suzanne changed out of her Renaissance outfit and back into her Catwoman one.

But then she thought, You know, if Alan wants his mother so bad, why don't I give her to him? Then there won't be any barriers any more and we can all fuck with abandon. I've been far too tricky with her lately, lying constantly. It's time we bring that to an end, and bring it all out into the open.

I'm gonna make it up to her, and give her the best present she could ever want. I made her hair look like mine with the idea of this kind of identity swap in mind, so I should use it. Not only that, but what'll be really brilliant is that if she gets fucked pretending to be me, then she'll have to understand if Alan continues to fuck me from now on, since she'll be the one who started him fucking "Suzanne"! God, I amaze myself sometimes. So, changing her mind, she changed back into her Renaissance dress and mask, and went looking for Susan.

CHAPTER 5

Suzanne first went looking everywhere for Amy, but couldn't find her. She found Susan in a busy room on the first floor, talking to Alan's teacher Ms. Rhymer. Susan looked like she was having a better time than before, and in fact, she looked just shy of being totally smashed on alcohol. The teacher was better at putting her foot down, and she'd driven off the crowd of leering men that had been following Susan around.

But still, as soon as Susan saw Suzanne, she broke off the conversation and hurried across the room to her best friend. "Suzanne, where have you been? I'm so ready to leave! But I can't find Alan anywhere. What do you think happened to him? And you've changed. What happened to your other costume?"

Suzanne replied, "Don't worry about Alan. I was just checking on him. He had too much of that spooky punch, and passed out. Just like Katherine, who I guess you located."

"Yeah, in the cloakroom, poor thing."

"Alan was even worse. I helped him to a bedroom upstairs that had a bathroom right by the bed, 'cos it seemed like he would be ill. He's up there right now in bed, sleeping like a baby."

"Oh Suzanne, you're such a good friend! Always so thoughtful of others. Thanks soooo much for looking after him. I've just been running away from one guy after another all evening. It's been awful!

"Why did I ever let you talk me into wearing this Wonder Woman costume? These guys all think I'm easy, 'cos I'm practically naked! It's horrible! One guy even took a bunch of pictures without my permission! And why are you wearing that costume now, anyway?"

Suzanne answered, "I was worried that Catwoman suit would get too hot, seeing how it covered every inch of me. So I brought a spare costume, just in case. And thank God I did. I was burning up inside of it. And unlike you, I don't mind showing off a little bit. This one is much better." Hey, that excuse sounds pretty believable, Suzanne realized.

"Well, it certainly suits you. So where's Alan? It must be one o'clock in the morning, and way past their bedtimes."

"He's upstairs. But before I show you up there, an idea just struck me. You're not happy with your costume, and I'm not using my Catwoman one. It's much less revealing. So why don't you change costumes? Not only that, but you can play a really devilish trick on Alan! Since we have the same body shape and size, when you put that costume on, he'll think that you're me! You can give him a big surprise!"

Susan thought of the possibilities. Mostly, she let the alcohol do the thinking for her. Alan is lying upstairs in bed. I can give him a big surprise, all right! He'll stuff his dick right in his mommy's pussy, and he'll never even know it's me! I know it's soooo wrong, but wouldn't it be better if I got these urges out of my system? Then I could follow the boundaries so much easier. It's my one chance in my life to get fucked by him without consequence!

I wanted - I needed - to get fucked by him so badly earlier today. That was wrong. I have to get it out of my system, or I'll keep tempting him until he finally snaps! Or I snap, for that matter. Better to do it when he doesn't realize.

On a more practical level, Susan began to wonder if this idea might actually work, and how. "What about my hair? How does that work?" she asked Suzanne. "Yours is so different."

"I had my hair all stuffed under the hood, and down my back under the costume as well. Anyway, thanks to your special hairdo tonight, your hair looks pretty much the same as mine, except you don't have the reddish tinge that I do. But no one can tell the difference about that in a semi-dark room. All you have to do is ditch the glasses, and work on your voice. Do you think you can sound like me?"

"Oh yeah, the voice." Hmm. The voice is a bit of problem. Suzanne's scratchy, sultry voice is so distinctive. Mine is so generic. But I can't miss this opportunity! "I don't know. I can try. ... I don't think so. I'm not a good actress like you. What if I pretend to use Catwoman's voice? What does she sound like?"

A few minutes later, Susan crept into the room Alan was sleeping in, dressed as Catwoman. She was nearly senselessly drunk and it was remarkable she could walk in a straight line. She cursed the five-inch heels that came with the costume and repeatedly muttered to herself that it was amazing Catwoman could walk, much less fight crimes.

She hadn't got the knack of stuffing all of her hair underneath the costume, so some of it stuck out. But that only made her look even more like Suzanne, because of the Suzanne-styled hairdo Suzanne gave her for the Wonder Woman costume.

Because it was a hot night, Suzanne had only put a sheet and light blanket over Alan. Susan had taken her glasses off to make herself less recognizable, but that also meant she couldn't see close objects very well. Still, Susan could tell right away that he was naked. Anyone but the blind would be able to notice how his penis made a huge tent in the bed sheets.

Oooh, look! He's still wearing the head of a tiger! How cute! My little-whittle Tiger is really a tiger! Should I really let a cute tiger fuck my tight, hot, hungry, little pussy? ... I think I just answered my own question!

She sat on the bed, and began shaking his shoulder. "Alan, Alan," she said in her usual voice. Then realizing the need to be Suzanne, she changed her voice altogether, and used a tone she guessed Catwoman might use, though she really had no idea how that particular superhero sounded. "Alan, wake up. Catwoman is here. Wake up!"

He opened his eyes. "Oh, hi Suzanne."

"I'm not Suzanne, I'm Catwoman."

Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide, and stared as if in horror. Susan worried, Oh no! Has he found me out that fast? He jumped up out of bed, and with his hands over his crotch, looked around desperately. Finally he saw the bathroom right before him, darted into it, and slammed the door behind him.

Susan heard the sound of pissing. It wasn't just a little, but it sounded like a flowing river that went on for over a minute. Oh yeah, she realized. All the alcohol. Her nervousness increased as she waited. She noticed that her hands were shaking.

He came back into the room finally, still naked and not bothering to hide his now flaccid member. He sat next to Susan and held his head in his hands. "Sorry Catwoman, but that was an extremely urgent nature call. Too much of that damn punch! What the hell did they put in there? I thought you said it was iced tea or something."

"Are you feeling okay, Sweetie?" Susan remembered to use Suzanne's nickname for him.

"I'm feeling better than before, but... Oh Man!" He rubbed his numbed face vigorously. "I still feel like I'm flying. Drunk. Head still spinning a bit. Argh," he moaned in frustration. "At least I don't feel like throwing up any more. That was close."

She held out open arms. "There, there, come to Mommy – your Aunt Suzy. I'll make it all better." He leaned in to her, and she placed his head on her boobs. For the next five minutes, she simply held him in a hug, and ran a hand over his head, which meant caressing his lion's mane costume instead of his hair.

"Do you feel better now?" she finally asked.

"Oh, much. Yes. You're so sweet, taking care of me. I was wondering where you'd been all evening."

Susan was perplexed by that comment. Huh? I thought Suzanne said she helped him up here and checked on him regularly. Maybe he was already passed out. Or maybe the alcohol is making him forget? "Alan, are you having trouble remembering what happened earlier?"

"Big time. My head is like in a fog. I doubt I'll remember anything that happened tonight, come tomorrow."

Shit! Now really IS my big chance! Susan realized. I can do anything with him, and he won't even remember it! How can I pass this up? If I'm going to be a good mother, there's only one way I can purge my mind of all the horny, nasty thoughts I keep having. Just one time is all I need and then I'll never feel like wanting him in me again.

She was lying to herself - somewhere deep down she realized that fucking him once would only whet her appetite for more. But I just have to get fucked by him. Pounded. Reamed. Knocked up. Ravished. Raped. Done. Filled. Yes. My son must fill me up with his big cock! He must! It's for my own sanity! I can't stand it any more! Susan was more honest in her thoughts than ever before, thanks to the alcohol.

"Oh shit," he said, and he got up again and ran to the bathroom. Again, Susan heard a torrent of pee, but less this time around.

While she waited, she thought, Okay, Susan, this is it. Calm down. Calm down. Don't be afraid or ashamed about what you're going to do. What did Alan say to me the other day? "Thrust your chest out and proudly poke your tits high up in the air, because you have nothing to be ashamed about." That's what I have to do.

As she still waited, she stood up and unzipped the top of her Catwoman costume. As the zipper made its way down the middle of her chest, her tremendous tits came into view, and then her tight stomach. She pulled the zipper all the way down past her cute belly button. She kept the mask on her head though, to help keep her real identity secret. She was able to retain her senses that much, at least.

She thought to herself, Don't be nervous. Wipe that fraidy-cat look off your face. This is for the best. ... Although I can't believe I'm seducing my own son! I just have to be confident and decisive. Tiger loves my tits, so I gotta use that to my advantage. I'll thrust them up still higher.

Alan washed his hands then came back into the room. He took one look at Susan with her chest arching forward, surrounded by skin-tight black leather, and his eyes bugged out in Roger Rabbit-style. "Suzanne! Shit! You look even better than usual. And that's saying something."

That gave Susan confidence. She smiled as she thought, Maybe that's because your mommy really is hotter than Suzanne! Again she held out open arms in invitation. "Come back to my chest, Ti- ... Sweetie."

He immediately returned his head to her soft, pale boobs, but now his face rested on naked flesh.

"I have an idea," she said. "Maybe if you suck my nipples, that will help you forget your pain."

Even though he was drunk, he didn't need to be asked twice. He immediately placed his mouth over a tit and began sucking contentedly. Susan cooed, "That's it. Suck them just like that. Pretend you're a baby and you're breastfeeding from your mother. Suck your mother's tits, Sweetie."

Why is everyone so into pretending they're my mom this evening? Alan wondered. How weird.

But soon he emptied his mind and concentrated only on the sensation of sucking a nipple. He switched from tit to tit as the minutes rolled by, and pinched and stroked the nipple he wasn't sucking. Susan was in complete ecstasy. Her nipples were so sensitive that having them sucked almost felt better than being fucked.

Funnily enough, Susan's "forget your pain" idea was actually working - Alan's mind began to clear.

Susan kept up provocative commentary at a lazy pace. "That's it. ... That's it, little baby. ... Keep sucking your mommy's tits. ... Drink my milk. ... Make me lactate. ... Keep sucking until you can milk me. ... Milk your mommy..."

Finally, Alan turned his head up, and said, "But Suzanne, Mommy, Catwoman, ... whatever I should call you ... isn't what we're doing wrong? What about Susan's rules? A little bending is okay, but maybe we're getting into it too much?"

"That's okay, it's okay," she cooed, as she pressed his head back onto a nipple. "Just leave it to... your Aunt Suzy. If a little bit of rule bending is good, then a lot is better. Play with my nipples, you big Tiger. Play with me. Suck my tits until I cum milk. ... Drink your mother's milk, my little baby!" He began sucking again, at a more intense pace.

After a delay of a few minutes, he pulled his mouth off again, and said, "Suzanne, you don't have any milk in your tits! Didn't the doctor just a while back say it would take days of constant sucking for a woman to start lactating? Remember when he using that metaphor when talking about my condition?"

"That's right, Sweetie. But we can continue this at home. You can suck my tits all day long for as long as it takes, until I finally gush milk. Won't that be fun? To have you fondle and grope and suck at my tits until they're sore? Then you can drink my milk every day! And then, after that, you can suck and suck, and just keep sucking! Tie my hands behind my back and use me as your personal milk machine!"

She threw her head back in ecstasy, imagining permanently enslaving her boobs to Alan's thirst.

"Catwoman, I think you're getting a little crazy. That's just impossible with Mom watching, and you know it." He switched his mouth to the other nipple.

"You're right," she sighed. "Although you might be surprised how she thinks about these things. I think she secretly wants to do EVERYTHING with you, really bad! She just can't get the courage to go all the way, and you're not being aggressive enough."

With no response to that, she went on another tack. "But since you can't get my boobs to leak, why don't you aim a little lower? There's lots of leaking down there!"

Susan stood up briefly and wiggled further out of her Catwoman suit, until only pieces of her costume on her arms, legs and head remained. All of her hair now fell free, except for some still under the Catwoman hood. This paradoxically made her look even more like Suzanne. In the dim light, her skin was pale enough to pass for Suzanne's alabaster skin as well.

If Alan was really alert, he would have noticed she had brown eyes instead of Suzanne's green, or he could have realized that Suzanne's trademark long strand of teased hair was missing, but he was anything but alert.

Alan began stroking his hand over her stomach, going steadily lower and lower. Even her stomach was a turn-on: it was perfectly formed, like a statue of a Greek goddess. Alan loved the feel of the tiny, invisible hairs that covered it.

Meanwhile, she placed a hand on his penis and stroked. "Why don't you suck on my clit instead?" she suggested enthusiastically. "Put your tongue in my pussy. Lick my hairy pussy until I cum! Since you're a tiger, bite me! Bite down on my clit! Make me cry your name, scream your name, at the top of my lungs!"

She been trying to talk in a sexy whisper to sound more like Suzanne, even if she couldn't imitate the scratchy aspect of her friend's voice. But her voice was becoming more Susan-like every minute. Luckily Alan didn't notice that either.

Alan put his hand on her clit and began rubbing it. His mouth followed his other hand, slowly kissing his way down her stomach until he was at the top of her bush.

She continued to enthuse, "Just like that! Yes! Lower! Bite my clit! Do me! Get nasty!"

But he stopped and pulled away from her.

"What's wrong?" she asked, as she tried to push him back. She grabbed at his penis with both hands and rubbed it more furiously, hoping to goad him back into action. "Don't stop! It's just getting really good!"

"I just remembered the boundaries. We're going too far! I'm getting so horny, especially with the way you're talking, that if I go down on you now I don't think I'm going to want to stop at all! And frankly Suzanne, I'm surprised at you. You're just egging me on and on. It doesn't seem like you want to stop either. One of us has to have some control. What about my mom who's also your best friend? Don't you want to respect her rules at least somewhat? I just can't do this to her. Not now. It feels like cheating."

"Oh Alan! That's so sweet!" She leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. Her hands kept working on his penis despite his comments.

"You see?" he said, pulling away, but only after enjoying a good, long kiss, "You're doing it again! We're not supposed to do that either. Mom doesn't like people to kiss.

"My head was all fogged up a bit before. I'm still drunk, and you're obviously more than a little tipsy. So let's just chalk this one up to us not being totally with it. I've got to go pee again. When I get back, it would be better if I come back to an empty room, 'cos I don't know how much more temptation I can take. I mean, Jesus Christ! I must be an idiot for not fucking you right now. You're so insanely beautiful!"

Her hands flew back to his penis. "Can't I just jack you off? Can't we do that first?"

He noted the curious word "first," but replied, "I'd love to, but I have to pee so bad. And things are spinning out of control. It's good we stop."

His words sobered her. She even let go of his penis. "Okay, you're right. Let's just forget this ever happened, okay? No need to mention it to anyone?"

He nodded, and said, "We'll have other chances soon, I'm sure."

She cried, "At least touch my clit!" She touched it herself, and her whole body shook violently, like she was being rattled around on an amusement park ride. Alan stood gaping as he watched her cum.

He groaned. "Dear God!" He hurried off to the bathroom. After he peed, he jacked himself off so he would be more rational and self-controlled if she was still in the room when he got back. It didn't take long at all to get off. He shot his seed into the toilet as he replayed the image of her shaking wildly, flooding her wet thighs with even more creamy juices.

As Susan began pulling up her Catwoman costume over her legs, she thought, What an amazing son I have! Tempted beyond all reasonable expectations, and the only thing he could think of was me, not Suzanne, and respecting the promise he made to me! I'm so happy, I could cry! Here I've been acting like a total slut, even though a lot of it was the alcohol tonight, and I haven't been listening to my own advice. Enough! I'm not going to make this kind of mistake again. I'll be a mother he can be proud of! Cocksucking, yes, but nothing more.

After a pause, her mind began working in a different direction. Even though ... the idea of him milking my tits until I lactate is so hot! Oh God, I gotta get out of here before he comes back in the room!

She stood up and somehow managed to stagger out of the room, despite her drunkenness and the towering heels that came with the costume.

CHAPTER 6 (Sunday, Nov. 3)

Everybody woke up late Sunday morning. Nobody made it to church, and in fact Alan didn't even wake up until noon. Everyone felt woozy upon waking, and Alan and Katherine had full-blown hangovers. But after showers and a nice brunch, they felt much better.

Nobody really said anything about the party, and when questions were asked, for instance by Katherine who had slept through most everything, few were answered. Suzanne in particular desperately wanted to know what happened between Alan and Susan the night before. But Alan had virtually no recollection of that part of the evening, and only a bit more of what happened between him and "Elle." He thought it best not to mention "Elle" to anyone at all. He kicked himself for not getting any contact information for her.

Susan remembered full well what happened, but the only clue she gave to Suzanne was a stern lecture on the importance of maintaining boundaries. Suzanne overheard Susan mumbling, "It was the alcohol, I swear. That was too close! I'm teetotalling from now on!"

From that, Suzanne guessed something physical must have happened to make Susan feel guilty, but not too much. She speculated, Had they had actual sex, knowing Susan and how she's been acting just under the surface lately, I would half expect her to totally snap and instantly turn into a wanton, incest-loving slut. Either that, or she'd be way more upset.  

I can just picture her right now, naked on the couch with her feet up around her head, rubbing her pussy, and just begging Alan to fuck her like an animal! And then we could all take turns with her. I could be licking one load of Alan's semen straight from her pussy while Alan slams into me doggy style, pumping in another hot blast of spunk. But noooOOOoooo, she just sits in the kitchen making orange juice. Such a shame and a waste of her body. Oh well. It's just a matter of time. I just have to keep pushing and scheming like I did last night. If only there were more costume parties!

Suzanne was remarkably accurate in guessing just how close Susan was to completely snapping and giving in utterly to her desires. But Susan's close brush with incestuous intercourse was an epiphany of sorts. She no longer had an overwhelming desire to be fucked, at least for the moment.

Susan thought, If Alan could show that much control and respect for my wishes, I have to try and do the same. I haven't been helping him enough lately too - I've been doing everything wrong. I have to focus on a simple task - stimulating his penis. I'm going to suck his cock every day until it plain falls off. I'm going to forget completely about fucking and focus entirely on cocksucking. I'm going to be the best cocksucker there ever was! That way, we can both have fun, and at the same time Alan will respect me for following my own boundaries.

Susan was ready to launch into her new cocksucking campaign right away, but the moment wasn't right. Everyone, including her, was groggy and barely functional. The whole gang including Amy hung out eating a lazy brunch and reading different sections of the newspaper for the next couple of hours.

Around three o'clock, Alan left with some friends for the beach. He went to the beach at least once a week since they lived less than a mile from a great beach, but lately he hadn't been going so much, or spending time with his friends. He thought it was time to fix that. He left without even having cum once all day. He knew he'd end up well below six for the day, but figured he could use the break.

Alan had a pretty ordinary beach trip, reminding him of his pre-sexual days. But there was one sexual surprise: not long after he got there, he ran into both Katherine and Heather, who were walking together down the boardwalk. He guessed that Katherine had overheard him talking on the phone with his friends, and so knew which beach to go to in order to find him. But he was quite surprised to see her doing something social and of her own free will with "evil" Heather.

Together, the two girls made quite a sight walking down the boardwalk. Heather didn't have her hair in a ponytail as she usually did. Alan thought it looked good hanging down and wondered why she didn't let her long hair flow freely more often.

He was surprised to notice just how tall Heather was. He figured she was only about two inches short of his sister's five foot eleven inches height. The two of them looked even taller because both were wearing high heels. It was a bizarre thing to wear to the beach, even if they were still walking on a concrete boardwalk, but that's what they were wearing. He also thought it interesting that, while he considered his sister quite tanned, with naturally dark skin like his own, she seemed nearly pale compared to the deep golden brown tan Heather had.

Alan could tell the two girls were in a mood to play with him - the high heels were certainly a sign of that. They even "accidentally" stood so close to each other that their tits touched and then rubbed against each other briefly.

But any sexual hopes they had were dashed, owing to the fact that Alan was there with three other guys. No matter how he tried, he couldn't figure out how to get away without causing suspicions, or having his bored friends want to come with him. One friend there was his close buddy Sean, the same friend he'd left stranded at Baskin Robbins to run off with Heather.

Sean was as infatuated with Heather as ever, even though she apparently failed to recognize him. He was in complete awe when Heather walked up to Alan and appeared to flirt with him. For Heather to speak to any guy outside her exclusive clique was considered a high honor at the school.

The two girls hung out for a while casually talking to Alan. Heather started with, "How's it hanging, Alan?" and didn't let up with the innuendo.

Sean and Alan's other friends were too shy to say more than "hi" when introduced, and could do little better than stop themselves from openly drooling. When Heather said blatant things to Alan like, "Looks like you're having a ball with your friends - or would you like to have one with me?" it went completely over his friends' heads. In fact, there were generally too wowed to pay attention to any of the discussion. But Katherine and Alan understood.

Alan's other two friends were nearly as wowed by Katherine as they were by Heather. Even though her one-pieced bathing suit was much less revealing than Heather's two-piece, it was way more revealing than the kind of clothes she still typically wore in public. She never wore anything revealing in public, except for the required cheerleading outfit. Everyone outside of a few cheerleaders still thought she was as goody-goody as can be.

Once the two girls left, Alan's other two friends started to say things like, "Holy shit, which one is more fuckable?" until Sean pointed out that the brunette was Alan's sister. That shut them up, but Alan could tell that their estimation of him instantly doubled, if only for being on speaking terms with Heather.

As happened nearly every day now, Alan thought to himself about the irony of his situation. My friends don't even know I've kissed a woman. If only they knew what I do with these two women in private! Sean would probably have a heart attack and die if Heather even hugged him. I should ask Heather to give him a charity fuck. That would be the highlight of his life.

When Alan got back home just before dinner, he was in need of some "servicing." Given that Katherine hadn't made it back from the beach yet and Suzanne wasn't over, his choice was easy: Susan.  

All he had to say was, "Hey Mom, I could really use some of your special help," and they were off to his room in a flash.

Alan sat on the edge of his bed and Susan knelt below him on the floor. She gave him a very pleasant cocksucking. As she sucked, he said, "You know what, Mom? I have to confess something. I was with a very beautiful woman last night, at the party."

Susan froze, afraid that she'd been found out.

But he continued, "Her name was Elle. She was amazing. I mean, really truly amazing. But you know what? She wasn't as beautiful as you."

Susan's heart melted with relief and delight. Oh God! What if he knew? I haven't even been thinking about that, and I'm not going to think about it now. What's important is that he DOESN'T know, and no one will ever know. Not only that, but he says I'm beautiful! What a wonderful son! She stopped sucking and reverted to jacking him off so she could look up and hear more about this Elle.

She asked, "What did you do with her? Tell me all about it. Tell me all about the hot, nasty things you did to her. Did you fuck her? Did you put her in her place? Did you pound her into submission with your big pussy-tamer?"

"Whoa, Mom." He was surprised with her language and attitude. "To be honest, I can't remember much. I was too drunk. I do remember fucking her. But it's all a blur. I don't think I was very good."

Her pride battled with her jealousy, and pride won out. "Nonsense! You fucked her good. I just know it. Mommy's so proud of her big, strapping son. Such a good fucker. I'll bet you flooded her pussy with cum. But did you take precautions? You're so potent and full of cum, that could be a problem. Are you going to see her again?"

"I don't remember. And I don't have any way to contact her. That really sucks."

"Speaking of sucking, you need to be rewarded for some excellent fucking." She swallowed his penis again.

Alan thought, Holy crap! To fuck a woman as beautiful as Elle, then have my mother actually REWARD me with a cocksucking?! How could life get any better?  

Susan was secretly relieved that Alan had no way to contact "Elle." While her tongue circled around and around his penis head, she thought, As much as I love to hear my son is fucking and is no longer a virgin, and as much as I love to hear about his sexual prowess, I don't want to compete with this Elle. She sounds like some hot young vixen. If he fucks someone, he should fuck his mommy! ... No, I didn't say that. I'm gonna satisfy him just with my mouth so he won't want anyone else. He's fucking his mommy's mouth!  

Alan was keeping his room ventilated now, so Susan had been relatively calm. But after this talk of Elle, she redoubled her efforts. Once more, she moaned: "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm... MMMM! MMMM! ... Mmmm..." She let her mouth fill up, rather than quickly swallowing the thick flavorful sauce erupting out of her son's cock as she usually did. She held the load and enjoyed the flavor soaking into her tongue. She found herself wondering what it would be like to have her son's seed soaking in her pussy. But she realized the idea was taboo and quickly dismissed it.  

When it was over, Alan compared the "before" and "after" and decided that a little more out of control enthusiasm would be pretty nice. He resolved to keep the air in his room mostly clean since he'd promised to do so already, but leave enough of a cum smell to be noticeable. Actually, that's the way it had been for weeks, since he'd been cumming in his bed so often. He decided that by returning it to that condition he wasn't really violating his promise to Susan to air out the room.  

CHAPTER 7

That evening, Suzanne came back over to hang out. She was in a mood to tease.

It started when Alan was sitting in the living room with Suzanne and Katherine, checking to see if anything was good on TV. Susan was getting something in the kitchen when Suzanne asked Katherine, "Did you have a chance to help Alan today?" She licked her lips in a seductive way to indicate she was referring to Alan's "treatment" even as Alan watched from a few feet away.

"Nope," replied Katherine. "Not yet." She started rubbing her tongue around her lips in return. "How about you?"

"Mmmm hmm!" Suzanne answered. Suzanne had given Alan a blowjob shortly after she came over when dinner was finished. She spent over half an hour licking and sucking every possible way, including more practice with deep throating. Suzanne had taken to heart Alan's complaint from when he thought he was talking to Elle that she didn't let him touch her enough. So she'd let him explore her ass while she sucked.

"Lucky you," Katherine replied. Just like Suzanne, Katherine wore a strapless dress. Looking back and forth at their faces, it was easy to forget they wore any clothes at all.

"Oh, but Susan had a nice suck before dinner, so that means it's your turn next. That makes you the lucky one!" Suzanne then mumbled instead of using words because she was continuing and even increasing her tongue action. Katherine didn't stop her lewd tongue movements either.

From Alan's point of view, sitting between them, it appeared that Katherine and Suzanne were mimicking the actions of French kissing each other, though of course there was no actual touching since the two females were a good ten feet from each other. But it appeared they were getting really into it and completely ignoring Alan. Both also stuck their tongues far out and repeatedly brought them back in, as if licking imaginary penises.

Finally, after nearly a minute of this, Amy got up from sitting by the TV to go back home , and the two of them stopped before Amy could see them.

Alan was confused, just like the time Alan saw them French kiss each other a few days ago. Are they teasing me? Trying to turn me on? They certainly succeeded in that! Are they just having fun describe how they're "helping me out" or are they even having some kind of competition? Or is there something sexual happening between those two?

The remaining four of them continued to watch TV for the rest of the evening. The females were fairly thoroughly dressed, at least by recent standards. The only major difference from the way things used to be was that everyone knew Katherine would be sucking Alan off later, and Suzanne at least wasn't shy about openly acknowledging that fact.

During a commercial break, Suzanne helped herself to a Popsicle from the kitchen refrigerator, then said to Susan as she sat back down, "Would you like a snack to eat, like a Popsicle? Not all of us are lucky enough to have Alan's cock on the menu later tonight."

Susan protested, "Suzanne! Please. That's so improper."

Suzanne purposely played dumb and pretended it was just one word that offended Susan. "Oh, I'm sorry. I should refer to it as a penis, not a cock. I always forget. What if I say instead, unfortunately, Katherine is the only one on the on-deck circle to get a swing from Alan's big bat."

She turned to Alan as she unwrapped her Popsicle, "Although, Sweetie, aren't you still a long way from six times today? Couldn't you use some more help? Is one tongue at a time enough to get you off, or would you like two at once?"

Susan was quick to say, "Suzanne, stop that. Really! We're trying to watch the TV."

Suzanne began licking her Popsicle. "It's a commercial, Susan. Don't you think that if Alan needs two tongues at once, we should oblige?"

"That's very unseemly. Cocksucking, I mean, uh, pleasuring his penis, is a very private matter. And although his penis is a tough beast to tame, I've... I've..."

Suzanne prodded, "Yes? You've..." She was blatantly licking her Popsicle like it was a penis now. She let it drip down onto herself, which wasn't that much of a problem since she was wearing very scanty clothing to begin with.

The sight made Susan completely lose track of her words. She thought, What's wrong with me? Why, I'm looking at that ice cream as if it was, as if it was ... a penis! If Suzanne only knew what she was doing to me! But I can hardly ask her to stop her innocent ice cream eating. I must be going sex-mad!

Suzanne just gave Susan a slightly wicked smile and continued to lick. There was nothing innocent whatsoever in what she was doing.

Susan looked at Suzanne's Popsicle with a desperate longing. It was quite a phallic shape except for the yellow color. She licked her lips and lurched slightly forward, but then gained some control over herself. "I've, uh, I've always managed with just my one tongue, thank you very much."

The teens were also transfixed by Suzanne's drippy Popsicle. Katherine did her best to suppress a giggle fit. Alan tried not to notice, but the way Suzanne expertly and lovingly consumed the cold, round bar gave him a raging erection. He thought, I've seen long tongues, but Suzanne's is simply unreal! In fact, as a whole, Suzanne seems less like a human being and more like some creature perfectly designed to give a man pleasure. Perfectly designed to wrap that long tongue around my penis and jack it off in her mouth even while she sucks on it with her thick, red lips... Oh God, I can't take it...

Suzanne was always looking for opportunities to bring mentions of Alan's penis, handjobs, and/or blowjobs into normal conversations with Susan, but this was her boldest move yet.

Katherine was excited by Suzanne's sensuous licking, too. When she saw that the big lump in Alan's shorts wasn't going down even after the Popsicle was finished, she winked at Suzanne then dragged her brother to the den, a family office that shared a wall with the kitchen.

Once the teens left, Suzanne took Susan to the kitchen, where they had a talk. Suzanne chastised her best friend, saying, "Why do you treat Katherine so harshly for giving Alan a blowjob the other day when the girl was only trying to help out with his ever-erect penis? Isn't it hypocritical to punish Katherine for doing the same thing you've been doing? Is it fair for you to lick on his hard rod, and stuff it in your mouth whenever you please, but deny her the same pleasure? You're letting her openly do it now, so how could it be wrong before? Are you the only one in the house allowed to fill your belly with his warm semen? Is it maybe that you're just jealous, and you don't want to share his delicious gift?"

Susan was overwhelmed by the barrage of questions, and found herself more flustered and aroused than before by the sexual way Suzanne described things, but the accusation of jealousy finally prodded her into a response. "No! I'm not jealous. It just takes some getting used to, that's all. I mean, to have a sister suck off her own brother..." She frowned, and felt her moral indignation returning.

Suzanne quickly interrupted her train of thought. "So it's all right for the mother, but not the daughter? If you prohibit her, then you have to prohibit yourself. Maybe you should leave it to me. I'd be happy to take his beefy rod and slaver my saliva all over it, and work it, pump it with my lips, treat it with the love and devotion it needs. Do you really have what it takes to pleasure and revere his penis any time he needs it, or are you going to get all morally indignant again? Maybe you should leave it to the experts."

Susan protested, "No, please! I promise, I'll do better! It's just that, with Katherine, I'm her mother. I need to have some authority and control over what happens in my house. Surely you can understand that? I'm afraid of losing control!"

As Susan was talking, she became aware of what sounded like slurping sounds coming from the den next door. The sounds bothered and flustered her. At first she tried to ignore them, but the moans, grunts, and slurps grew louder and louder. She tried to push the sounds away and focus all her attention on what Suzanne was saying.

Suzanne conceded, "It's not such a bad idea if you give permission first before Katherine helps Alan out. After all, you're the natural one to coordinate his orgasms and make sure that his fat tool shoots out its thick ropes of sticky cum at least six times a day. But don't you think that grounding her for a week on top of it is too harsh?"

Susan was about to launch into a defense of her actions when she heard Alan shout out, "Oh fuck yeah! Like that, Sis! Suck it just like that! I'm in heaven!"

Susan's mouth froze and her eyes glazed over. She spaced out, thinking intently about what was happening in the next room. After a prolonged pause, she snapped to, and said, "Uh, where was I?"

Suzanne tried to stifle a chuckle. "Pretty thin walls, huh?" In fact, the teens had left the door from the den to the hallway ajar and the door for the hallway to the kitchen ajar, so there really were no walls in the way.

Susan blushed. "Yeah. Next time I'm going to have to insist they go to his room. ... What was I saying? Oh yeah. The reason that I..."

"FUCK!" Alan yelled, interrupting Susan again. "Sister, holy fuck! Where the hell did you learn how to do that with your lips? Dang! ... Do that some more!" The slurping sounds grew louder. Susan felt as if the penis licking was happening mere inches from her face but she was beyond frustrated that in fact there was no penis there to lick.

Susan reflexively brought her hands down to her crotch and just clutched them there. She crossed her legs too and squeezed, making her look very much like someone who had an urgent need to pee. Her eyes glazed over again as she got lost in the sounds of the sucking again, but she slowly drew back to Suzanne. "Huh? We were talking about... Oh yes. Punishment for Katherine."

"Sister! Please! You never did THAT before. Stop for a sec or I'm going to lose it!"

"Oh, Brother! God, I love you! BIG Brother! I love this! Let me suck it! Give it to me! Mmmm."

"You think YOU love it? This is the best! You are SUCH a good cocksucker!"

"How about this spot here? ... Mmmm. Yum."

"YES! Right there! Fuck!"

Susan grew both huffy and uncertain. "Suzanne, what exactly do you think she's doing in there? He's never that vocal with me, and all that foul language... Do you think she knows some techniques I don't? I thought I was doing pretty good."

"Why don't you ask her when she's done, Susan? Then you two can trade techniques and become cocksuckers worthy of your son's fabulous tool. " Then Suzanne prodded, "But what about the grounding? Please explain why you have to ground her. I just don't think it's fair."

"Screw the grounding! She doesn't need... Look. Fine. No grounding. But I can't believe what my children are doing to each other. Let's get out of here! Let's go outside. I need some air!"

So Susan canceled the grounding. Susan hated punishing her children and had always kept them in line through a heartfelt combination of love, guilt, and disappointment. Punishments weren't really her style.

A few minutes later, after the blowjob was done, Katherine came out to the back patio where Suzanne and Susan were sitting in the cool night air. Katherine had to laugh out loud, because Susan and Suzanne were both sucking on Popsicles. Susan was attacking hers as if it contained the essence of life itself.

While Susan was concentrating on her Popsicle, Suzanne winked at Katherine and Katherine winked back. Katherine went a step further and stuck out her tongue, proudly showing off a gob of Alan's seed resting right on the tip.

Suzanne opened her mouth in surprise, and said, "Your daughter is showing a lot of spunk." She gave Katherine the middle finger.

Susan turned around at that point, but Katherine closed her mouth before the cum could be seen. The naive mother completely missed Suzanne's innuendo, especially as her best friend covered up for it by explaining how Susan should be proud of her daughter's take charge attitude when it came to sucking off her brother.

Suzanne was pleased. She had worked with Katherine to set up the situation, maneuvering Susan into the kitchen to overhear the purposely loud blow job in the room next door, in order to make sure the punishment would be canceled. She knew exactly how to push Susan's buttons.

CHAPTER 8

After everyone else left or went to bed, Susan came into Alan's room for his goodnight kiss. He was still sitting in front of his computer, dressed in a T-shirt and blue jeans.

She said, "Tiger, I'm concerned. You've only 'done your thing' four times today. What would nurse Akami think? I know you need a break, but can't you at least get it up to five?"

"Sorry, Mom, I'm really pooped. I'll make it up later."

"Alan Evan Plummer. Don't shirk your responsibilities. I insist this tuck in include another blowjob, and that's final."

"Well, I don't know. For one thing, I don't think I could get it up if I wanted to. In any case, mentally I've had enough today."

"Tiger, it's my responsibility to make sure you don't fall off track. Sometimes you have to push yourself. What will it take? What do I have to do to squeeze one more load out of you?"

He smiled, and considered the tempting possibilities. Susan was dressed in another revealing nightie, and he could hardly wait to get his hands on her round and supple tits and ass. But he played hard to get. "Well, for one thing, Mom, it goes without saying you should take your clothes off. Then come sit on my lap and let me 'get your attention.' Then maybe, maaaaybe, I'll be up for another time."

She sighed. "Well, all right. But just remember I'm doing this for your own good." She was out of the flimsy nightie in seconds, and preened for him, stretching her arms up high. She asked, "How would you like me to sit?"

"Here. Put both feet up on the chair, on either side of my legs. That way you'll be close enough so I can easily reach your ass."

She got up on the chair as he requested, but she complained, "But look. That puts my pussy practically right where your penis is. We can't have that."

"Don't worry. I'll keep it in my pants for the moment." He reached around and started groping her butt.

"We can't have that either! If your penis gets hard, you have to let it out. I don't want you to suffer on my account. Pick a different position."

"I'll endure just this once. I really feel like easily groping your tits and ass at once. Here. I'll keep it in my underwear." He unzipped his jeans, and left his penis poking through the fly of his jeans but still restrained by the underwear.

She leaned forward so her boobs fell into his face. "And look at this. I can't help but fall forward, and now my breasts are practically smothering you."

He couldn't help but smile. "I'll try to endure that too."

Her protests grew more playful. "That's not the point! This isn't really a proper position for a mother to sit in, don't you think? It's just so scandalous, the way you treat my hard, firm, curvy body like it's a toy for you to play with. I mean, do you think Sean's mother kisses him goodnight like this? Or Peter's?"

Before he could answer, Susan yelled out, "Good Lord!" She cried out because Alan stuck a finger deep into her anus. "Not that, Tiger! You're embarrassing me! Not up the butt!"

He stopped, but she reached back, grabbed his wrist, and forced his hand to keep thrusting in and out of her asshole. Sometimes not even she knew when she was teasing or really wanted him to stop, but now she was just teasing.

Encouraged, he quickly followed that with a hand on one of her tits, and vigorously groped. He brought the nipple to his mouth and sucked, while his finger rhythmically probed her asshole. Susan's forward swept hair flew into his face as she started rocking. He couldn't see much, but he didn't care - everything felt fantastic. But apparently the nipple sucking was too much of a boundary violation for Susan. She cried out, "No, Tiger! Stop that right now!"

He came to a complete stop immediately and looked up as if awaiting further orders.

Susan was chagrined, and had to stop her own rocking. She waited a few moments, but his hands failed to resume movement at all.

She stopped with her body closely pressed up against him, which meant his penis lay nearly directly over her pussy lips. Copious amounts of pre-cum had soaked his underwear, so she could feel a wet slickness right up against her opening. She placed her faith in his underwear holding on to keep his penis back.

Finally she said, "You don't have to always take me so damned literally. Sometimes when a woman says stop, she really doesn't mean it exactly."

He resumed sawing into her asshole, and groping at her tit.

She returned to her rocking. Alan's turgid penis was somehow still miraculously held back by his underwear, but she delighted in rubbing her hairy bush against it with every forward thrust of her body. With each thrust now, she tried to linger pressed against him as long as she could. She squirmed around a bit until her pussy lips found his penis head. Between his fluids and hers, his underwear was so wet around his penis that it was practically see-through. They were increasingly skating on thin ice.

He asked her, casually, "How do I know when a 'no' means a 'no,' and when a 'no' means a 'yes?'"

"That'll come with practice, Tiger. Generally assume a 'no' means 'yes' and keep pushing. Sometimes then a sincere 'no' will become a 'yes.' Just walk all over the woman. Be a real man. Force her to do what you want. Bend her to your will!"

He'd resumed sucking a nipple, but stopped to say, "Okay." He reached down and pulled his penis free from his underwear.

Susan could immediately feel the difference of real skin on skin the next time she rocked forward. She felt her pussy lips touch his penis, and it hit her like a bolt of lightning. She could feel her pussy open and her labia almost wrap around the sides of Alan's shaft. Oh crud! He's taking me literally! I didn't mean he could do THAT! Well, it serves me right, after giving that advice. I guess I'll just have to take whatever he chooses to do to me!

She rotated her hips, sliding his penis all over her labia. Her pussy lips felt a thousand times more sensitive than her normal lips. She was leaking like a faucet, almost drooling between her legs as much as her mouth would when giving a good blowjob.

She was gripped by the idea of just how easy it would be to slide Alan's penis right in. I wouldn't even have to make it obvious and use my hands. If I position myself right, the pussy lips will grasp his penis and the underwear will get pulled off as he slides on in. We're supposed to be helping him in a way that doesn't chafe or abuse his penis. Isn't the best way to stimulate him with my pussy? It's so natural. So close. I'd just be following doctor's orders. All I have to do is move myself just a little bit...

Suddenly she changed her temperament again and shouted, "No, Tiger, no! I didn't mean me, now. I was speaking in general! Please don't! Really, this time! You might just rock your penis right into my pussy! And then we'd be fucking!"

Alan had more than half a mind to do just that. He thought, Shit, this is ridiculous. I never know what she wants! Maybe I should just fuck her and sort it all out later. Isn't that what she really wants, deep down?

Perhaps sensing that mood, she pulled back and hopped off of him. "Tiger, really. I'm your mother. Boundaries! Anyway, this is supposed to be about a blowjob."

She dropped to her knees. Alan nearly shot his wad just seeing her there, completely naked and deliberately wiggling her tits and hips at him from between his legs. But what turned him on the most was an almost wicked expression on her face as she looked up at him. She may have had issues with intercourse, but she was completely in love with cocksucking.

She cradled his penis in her hands, and said, "Technically, I shouldn't be allowing you to touch such private places at all. You've already thoroughly gotten my attention, for one thing! But I'll let you keep doing what you were doing, this time. If you want."

Alan wasn't able to keep sucking at her nipples, given her new position, but he leaned forward and played with her tits and ass while she sucked. He roamed his hands all over her body - everywhere but her pussy.

He thought, right as he felt his balls tighten, I own your body now, Mom! I own it! Every inch of it but one spot, and that will come in time.

Susan pulled back a few inches and opened her mouth wide. With her fingers wrapped around his penis, she made sure his ropes of cum made the short distance into her mouth. Then she closed the distance and sucked and teased his penis in every way to get every last drop out that she could. She finally finished up with a thorough licking, a complete cleaning of his crotch.

He sat back and lazily stroked her butt while she finished licking his flaccid penis. Five times a day. That's pretty decent. After all, I've been doing seven in recent days. What's even better is how happy Mom is these days, giving me blowjobs so freely and happily, not to mention so well. And now she's letting me play with her ass. What a fine ass it is. I wonder what it would be like to fuck it. Nah. That's gross. But stroking it like this is so excellent. I could do this all day. Especially when I poke a finger around her anus. That always gets a good reaction. I wonder what her reaction would be if I put a finger in her other hole...

"Alan! What are you doing?" His thumb was now opening her pussy lips as an index finger kept going in her anus.

He removed the thumb. "Oh, sorry. I was just..."

Susan was incredibly aroused by him touching her pussy lips, but she feared where it might lead, and feared her ability to control her urges. She hopped off of him. "Mommy has to go! She has to take care of ... some things!" She ran off naked to masturbate in her room, forgetting to take her nightie on the floor.

Later as he drifted off to sleep, cradling her nightie in his hands and smelling her perfume on it, he recalled her words: "Just walk all over the woman. Be a real man. Force her to do what you want. Bend her to your will!" That's what I need to learn how to do. I need to get more aggressive. I could totally be fucking Mom already if I just had some fucking guts. I think she secretly wants it. Didn't Suzanne suggest that Mom secretly wants it? I kind of remember that from last night. But if I hear "no," I really believe it. Especially from her. ... But if she really wants it, then why did she leave all of the sudden?

Dang! I get so confused. She's such a cocktease. ... You know, if I had more guts, I'd be in everybody's pants already. Enough of these blowjobs. I want to fuck you, Mom! And Suzanne, too! And Amy! Just like I'm fucking Katherine, I'm going to fuck you all!

CHAPTER 9 (Monday, Nov. 4)

Monday brought a new school week, and an unusual week for Alan. The tennis team he was on was having a big competition. They were having a round-robin tournament amongst themselves, which meant that every day each player would play three matches. It was less a test to see who was best and more a test of endurance. The matches began at the start of the sixth period and would run at least an hour after school, sometimes more.

On top of that, Alan had a good amount of homework to do, especially since he'd been falling behind. So Alan doubted that very much sexual activity would happen. He thought that if he could just maintain his six times a day average, he'd be doing very well.

He did have some plans to inspire him, though. Now that Suzanne had talked Susan out of grounding Katherine, he and Katherine could go to Kim's house for their "S Club meetings" on Monday and Thursday as they'd done several times already.

On Friday he had another medical appointment with Akami. Given how the latest one had gone, he was looking forward to more of a fuck session than an appointment. His goal was to just endure and survive the week. The Akami appointment would hopefully be a reward at the end for all his efforts, assuming he wouldn't be too wiped out to enjoy it.

Sunday had been a relaxing day, so he was well rested, and his penis was in good shape. Susan, Suzanne, Katherine, Amy, Kim, and Glory all knew about his tennis competition and were trying to adjust accordingly. For instance, Kim and Katherine planned to go ahead without him immediately after school and assume that he would show up to the "S Club" ménage a trois once his tennis was done. That assumed he wasn't too tired out. If he was exhausted, they would carry on happily enough without him.

Suzanne was frustrated. She thought, Because of my "Elle" impersonation on Saturday night, I'm even more ready to have a proper fuck with Alan. That fuck didn't really count. The way I look at it, I'm still at zero count. My memory of that is a bit hazy - it seems more like one of my erotic dreams. Lord knows I've had enough of those, ever since he started turning into a man.

It's probably a good thing I don't remember it too well because my desire is already almost more than I can bear. My pussy is so needy! But it still isn't time. I have to remain in control of my emotions and not think from between my legs. For one thing, I shouldn't fuck up his tennis tournament. That wouldn't be fair. Once he starts fucking me, he'll barely have the energy to even walk onto the tennis court. I should wait at least until the weekend. As soon as his tournament is over.... But damn! That hiking trip is coming up. If it's not one thing it's another! When are we going to fuck?!

Alan was distracted in class, as usual, especially his history class with Glory. Now that he had more sexual experience he didn't just dream of seeing Glory naked - he very vividly imagined all kinds of sexual things they could be doing together. Occasionally he looked around the class and marveled in the fact that the other students weren't all staring at him, since he was practically drooling and cumming in his chair as he fantasized spending time with his teacher.

But the great thing was, as soon as class was over, his fantasies became reality. As usual, Glory was formally attired, with a business-like dress, fancy stockings, and lacy underwear. As soon as all the other students left, leaving Alan alone with Glory, she took her clothes off piece by piece, drawing it out to drive him wild.

Because of his tennis schedule, she said as she stripped, "This week, let me focus on pleasing you. You'll be able to play better if your penis is well-drained before your matches, so you should let me relieve you every single day this week. We don't want to get into the habit of meeting every single day or people will get suspicious, but we should risk it this week, for your tennis games. Then, if you do well enough, I'll give you a big reward when it's over, to celebrate your victory."

Alan was far from the best player on the tennis team, and knew he had no chance of winning the whole tournament. But he also figured, Glory knows I'm not a great player. I'll bet her definition of "victory" is pretty generous. As long as I still have a pulse when the tournament is over, she's gonna give me something good. Maybe she'll even let me fuck her. I sure could use some more fucking outlets, with all the frustration at home. To fuck Glory would be so heavenly!

By the time he mumbled his approval, Glory's mouth was already around his prick, happily slurping away.

She looked up after a short while and said, "Let's work on our blowjob teamwork. There's nothing I'd like to do more than suck you off the whole lunch period long. You can work on your control, and I'll work on how long my jaws can endure. Tell me when you're getting close, young man, because I don't want to see you shooting off early!"

She said this in a stern voice, as if reminding him to complete a homework assignment. He thought, If only Sean or Peter could see me now. They both have her as a teacher and think she's hot. Heck, everyone thinks she's hot. What would they think if they heard her say, "There's nothing I'd like to do more than suck you off the whole lunch period long"? Of course they wouldn't believe it. I can scarcely believe it myself, even as I caress the back of her head and hear and feel her slurping and sucking. Who says women don't like giving blowjobs?

He ended up playing tennis the entire sixth period hour, and then another hour and a half on top of it. There were sixteen players on the team, so he had five days to play the other fifteen players.

When the games were over, he rushed off to Kim's house directly and showered there. His energy problem was the same as it always was and he really wanted to nap, but he figured he could work in an hour or two of sex and then take a late nap at home before dinner. That's exactly what he did.

Alan showed up at Kim's house at 4:30. Even more time passed while he finished his shower, but he nonetheless wanted to take things slow.

He told Kim and Katherine while he sat naked on Kim's bed, drying his head with a towel, "I've been reading some books on sex, and last time I was too excited to use what I learned. Now I want to try this stuff out. There's a book that goes on about how awesome tender, slow love is. So that's what I'd like to try. Did you know a woman is supposed to have seventeen different erogenous zones?"

"Seventeen?" Katherine asked quizzically. "That can't be right." She and Kim sat side by side next to him, naked and waiting to see whom he'd choose first.

Alan pointed his finger at Katherine and tossed the towel aside. "Kim, hope you don't mind, but I think I'll start with some sister fucking."

Katherine immediately hopped up onto the bed and lay down.

Alan resumed his train of thought about erogenous zones even as he smiled and he pressed himself down onto his sister. "Seventeen zone, Sis. Seventeen."

"No way!"

"Yeah way." He pushed his penis straight in. "You're going to find out. There's the back of the knees, the earlobes, the armpits..."

"Armpits? No way, Big Rig Brother. There's nothing sexy about that. Oh, God it's so full! Push!"

"That's what the book says, Shaved Little Sister. Let's check it out. But I can't do two women at once. Let me show Katherine first, and then I'll show you, Kim. Then, once I get the hang, I can get some help, like I'm Santa and I've got a sex elf."

Kim laughed. "I could have guessed who gets the seventeen zone treatment first, but that's okay. I'm happy to be a sex elf, if that helps. Looks like you're getting into the Christmas spirit early."

Alan smiled at that while he started to find his fuck rhythm. "Yeah, they say Christmas starts after Halloween these days. Let's do just a little bit of this in and out and then move to some slower stuff. Bouncy Little Sister, I like how Kim has you all lubed up with pussy cum and then some before I even arrive."

"Oh, I am. I'm so fucking ready!" Katherine panted. "Spear me! Fuck with it! Fuck! Fast fuck! Fast fuck!"

Alan gave his sister a quick but hard and intense five minute fuck and then settled down for a relaxed, "tender love" fuck. Kim was content to watch and masturbate.

With the second fuck, Alan had time to try out his book learning of the seventeen zones. Sure enough, Katherine discovered erogenous zones she didn't even knew she had, like the sole of her foot. She really got into having her toes sucked, and she also had a sensitive neck and ears. Alan made a note to focus on her toes especially a lot more in the future.

While he waited for his penis to recover, he put his fingers in her pussy and played around inside. Even though she was somewhat sore from the just concluded fuck, she wanted more. He said, "Speaking of zones, let's not forget the best spot of all. Your G-spot. Right here." He knew it pretty well on his sister from previous sessions, and had no trouble locating it this time. "I'm gonna get to know this spot so well. I'm going to be a God damned G-spot-ologist."

She purred and moaned. She was in seventh heaven.

As they played with each other, Alan spoke his mind freely. "Little Sis, I have to be honest. I really think you are the best looking girl in school. Screw Heather. I think her tits are fake and probably half of the rest of her is augmented somehow. Your body is so outstanding. You don't have a single blemish; hardly even a scraped knee. And your face is so pretty. You could be a model, and I do mean a really high paid model. How lucky am I to have such an amazing sister?"

Suddenly he remembered that Kim was in the room, masturbating just a couple feet away from them. He belatedly added, "No offense, Kim. I think you're very pretty too. But you have to understand that my feelings for my sister are different."

Kim understood. "No problem. Believe you me, I completely agree. Your sister is hot. She's on a whole other level than the rest of us at the school, except maybe Heather. Your whole family is remarkably good looking, including you and of course your mother. You Plummers must have the most amazing genes."

Alan smiled a wry smile, because Kim forgot both he and his sister were adopted.

Katherine finally replied, "You think you're lucky, Big Farm Silo Brother? How lucky am I to have such an amazing brother like you?" She gazed into Alan's eyes. "I've loved you so long. I don't care if you happen to be my brother. You're the one that I love."

"I love you too, Little Sis. In fact, I'm really glad that you're my sister, because that means I'm fucking the girl I love the best. I have my own Playboy centerfold model just across the hall from my bedroom, ready to fuck any time."

"Not just ready," Katherine corrected. "I live for it! I suck on pens and pencils all day long at school, just dreaming about you filling my mouth or pussy."

"I stand corrected," he said, amused. "But my point is, not only are you the ultimate fuck, but you're also the kindest, most loving girl. You always make this brother so happy, way before our sex even started, just by being you."

Both of them shed a few tears of happiness even as they continued their gentle foreplay. Alan was still toying with her G-spot.

Kim still gave them their space but played with herself more or less non-stop. She was ardently wishing that she had sibling.

They took about half an hour to fuck the second time, and more time fondling afterwards, so Alan's time was running out.

CHAPTER 10 

But Alan was a gentleman and he didn't neglect Kim. He spent the next half hour after that giving the younger cheerleader a slow, exploratory fuck. Just as with Katherine, he made sure to stimulate every single one of the seventeen zones the book described.

But he didn't neglect some old fashioned fucking as well and he worked up to that as his finale. His thrusts pushed her body along until he literally fucked her off the bed and onto the floor. That didn't stop them. He kept on going. The force of his thrusts pushed her backwards along the floor until they came to a wall. Katherine thought that was hilarious.

Alan also remembered his mother's advice from the night before: Force her to do what you want. Bend her to your will. He had a hard time treating his sister gruffly or any different than he normally treated her. But since he didn't know Kim that well and she seemed so amenable to just about anything, he practiced a new style on her.

Alan was normally a very polite guy. But now he tried just doing what he wanted, and screw politeness. To his surprise he found that Kim, if anything, liked his aggressive sexual manner even better than his polite one.

She grew noticeably excited from him merely telling her what to do with her body. It excited him, too. He told her: "Pull your leg up to your chest," or "Suck my balls," or "Lick the ass of my little supermodel sister," and so on, and Kim would do it without question. Before long it seemed she waited expectantly for more orders from him or his sister, as she preferred being told what to do.

He thought back to when he and Katherine worried Kim would blackmail Katherine into being a sex slave. It was obvious now that that wasn't in her nature and she was a submissive type.

Now that he was more comfortable with his new "seventeen zones" techniques from practicing one on one, Katherine joined in after Alan had cum into Kim (using a rubber), and the three of them just played around with each other. Mostly Katherine and Alan practiced stimulating Kim's lesser-known erogenous zones. Kim was so overcome with pleasure she felt like she would die. It seemed as if she was in a sauna where the temperature went up and up until she couldn't breathe.

At one point, with Alan sucking her toes while reaching up and tweaking her clit and Katherine licking her neck and twisting her nipples, Kim cried out, "Stop! I can't take it! I'm burning up like an oven!" But part of Alan's new experimental strategy was to just override Kim's wishes, so they didn't let up. It was the first time he could recall where he kept going when someone said stop. Kim responded with the best orgasm she'd ever had in her life.

Now time was really running out, but there was one more thing Alan wanted to do. He said, "All right, I've pleased you both a lot today, haven't I?"

Katherine and Kim nodded enthusiastically.

"Right. Good. Well, even though the three of us have been getting to know each other pretty well, there's one thing we haven't done that I'd really like done now. Namely, I've never had two women suck me off at the same time, and I want you two to be the first."

Katherine responded jokingly, "Sure, maybe we can help you out. But first I have to ask, what have you done for me lately?"

Kim though didn't see the joke. She immediately griped, "Girl, what are you talking about? If Alan gives us a command, we have to obey it immediately. Are you so selfish that you'd put your needs above his? What's wrong with you?"

"Chill, Kim," Katherine responded testily. "That was just an attempt at humor, you know, like the Janet Jackson song. The way Alan just fucked both of our brains out, I thought it was obvious that 'what have you done for me lately' was a joke. I mean, have you ever felt better in your life?"

"Oh. Right. Sorry. But let's not sit here and gab all day. Look: Alan wants us to suck him off together and we're so thoughtless that no one is even holding his penis!" Kim immediately grabbed it and resumed stroking it. "If Alan says 'jump' then our only response should be 'how high," right?"

"Of course. You don't have to tell me that."

"Then what are you waiting for? His penis needs us, and time is running out." Kim started tonguing, and Katherine quickly leaned in and followed suit.

As Katherine swirled her tongue around the head of Alan's penis and then alternately lightly blew on it, she thought, Geez. What's with Kim? Those were my lines. She's trying to be even more ingratiating and eager than I am. She's been doing it all day long, but even more since Alan strangely started ordering her around this last half-hour or so.. Well, I'm sorry Kim, but you have to realize that you're the second fiddle here. Alan is MY brother. With the modest size of your tits and the slimness of your hips, you're lucky he fucks you at all. Alan fucks only the best! He says that I'm centerfold material, and I have to constantly prove that's so. As soon as he isn't around, I'm going to have to make it clear to you that you can't upstage me. I'm having enough trouble competing with all the giant jugs at home - I don't need to compete here as well.

The two of them were having trouble sharing the penis - each wanted too much of it. Katherine opened her eyes, and Kim, somehow sensing that, opened her own eyes and looked back. Katherine shot daggers of anger at Kim.

The younger girl immediately backed off. She mostly retreated to the base of Alan's penis, leaving Katherine with the top half where she could deliver more pleasure. Katherine took full advantage, and soon was alternating between licking and sucking his penis head. Alan lay back on the bed, enjoying things, while he played with a different girl's tit with each hand.

Katherine thought, as if she could pass a message to Kim telepathically, Now that's better. We're happy to have you and use your house, Kim, and I love you dearly, but don't forget that Alan wants to fuck me first and last. You'd best be serving not just him, but me too. .... Ah. That's much better. Katherine was encouraged by Kim's continued deference to Katherine's position at the top of Alan's penis. Instead of bickering, we should work together to give Alan the best blowjob he's ever had. Kim was now looking up at Katherine. Go to his balls. Suck his balls.

Katherine motioned downwards with her eyes, and Kim lowered herself until she reached Alan's balls. She started sucking on one of his ball sacks, and Katherine gave an approving nod.

Good. Later I'm not only going to have to talk to you about your proper place, but we're also going to have to work out a nonverbal communication system so we can act as one to please him. He's spent so much time giving us orgasms today, but Kim is right. It's us who should put HIS needs first. The more we pleasure him, the more he pleasures us.

Alan was oblivious to the jockeying for position his request had created; he only knew that he was being given one hell of a blowjob. Dang! This is too awesome. I need these dual blowjobs more often. As good as this is, just imagine if this was Susan and Katherine! My sister and mother sucking me off together. I never would have imagined that in a million years and now I'm sure it'll happen someday. Or Susan and Suzanne! What a combo that would be. Or Suzanne and Katherine. Or Amy with any of the above. Or, hell, throw in Glory with anyone. She sucks some serious cock. Glory and Suzanne! Fuck! The two most talented tongues at once. I think I'd die of pure joy with that combo. But this right here is pretty fucking awesome. We're going to have to do this every time from now on.

When Alan finally had to cum, Katherine had let Kim migrate back to the tip of his penis, and both of them were working on it. But as he started to spurt, Kim backed off and let Katherine place her mouth over the tip and drink it all in. Katherine was gratified by that, and to show her approval, once her brother had shot all his ropes, she French kissed Kim and pushed some of his cum into Kim's mouth as a reward for a job well done.

Alan could well imagine what was going between their cum-filled mouths, and the thought nearly got him hard again. But he was tired, and didn't stir from his restful pose.

But it was already six o'clock, and time to go. Dinner at the Plummer house was usually around 6:30, and Alan still needed his daily nap. He decided he would tell Susan that he'd have his food heated up after an exceptionally late nap.

As they were getting dressed and cleaned up, Alan asked the two girls, "So, what did you think of the stuff from the book? Is the slow, tender love better than the fast kind?"

Kim answered, "Both are great. It's like great taste vs. less filling. Why should I have to choose just one? The important thing is that you fuck us every way you can."

Katherine chimed in. "I agree. You know how to fuck us good, Big Umbrella Brother. You're like some kind of master lover twice or three times your age. I don't think anyone would believe you've only been doing this for a couple of weeks! I don't care how you fuck me, fast or slow, front or back, or whatever, because you know and read my moods so well. Anything you want is good. The important thing is that you keep fucking me."

Alan replied modestly, "If you like what I'm doing, don't thank me, thank the books. Anyone my age could do the same. Between this and the PC muscle control I've been working on, it's all just book learning."

Kim pointed out, "Yeah, that may be partly true, but how many teenage guys bother to read such a book, or even try to please the woman at all? Guys are such self-centered jerks." Realizing she was speaking to a guy, she belatedly added, "Um, you excepted, maybe. At least you know how to show a woman a good time."

Alan laughed. "No worries. I understand what you mean. Guys generally are jerks. I can be a jerk. But I've been learning that the more I please a woman, the more powerful my orgasms end up too."

Katherine, trying to show that she was the more devoted lover, said, "That may be, but from now on Kim and I resolve to think not of our desires and needs, but only of yours. This is no longer the S-Club, the Service Club. It's the SA-Club. The Service Alan Club."

Kim laughed gleefully. "Right! You said it, girl! Alan is naturally so good at pleasing us that we have to up the ante to keep up with him. We have to show nothing less than total devotion." She licked her lips and stared at him with slavish lust.

Alan laughed them off and made a couple self-deprecating jokes, but secretly he was very pleased with their attitude. He thought, This must be what it's like to be an Alpha Male gorilla. The Alpha Male gets as many women as he wants. The only difference is the gorilla has to fight off all the other gorillas constantly. Whereas everything is handed to me as if on a platter. I wonder how that happened?!

The rest of the evening was fairly uneventful for Alan. He had a couple of hours of homework to do, so he never got around to asking for more help to reach his daily target. By the time Susan came in to give him a goodnight kiss, he was all but asleep, so she did little more than kiss him on the nose and tuck him in. He ended up with five climaxes for the day.

Katherine on the other hand had a bit more fun. Even though she was sensitive from a good fucking, she still found the energy to help Amy shave her pussy. It had just been shaved the day before yesterday, but Katherine noted, "You can never be too careful about these things." In fact, they were now shaving each other's pussies every day almost without fail.

Katherine was feeling highly sexed lately, and if she could only be with Alan a couple of times a week for the time being, she consoled herself by mutually getting off with Amy.

Katherine also had further chance to note Amy's "fluid leakage problem." As Katherine later told Alan, she discovered that twisting Amy's nipples also added to Amy's leakage dilemma, especially since she tweaked one of Amy's nipples at the same time she fingered Amy's pussy. Their only problem was they couldn't make too much noise.

Susan assumed the two girls were spending their time in the bathroom doing "girl stuff" with makeup and what not, so with the doors locked they didn't have to worry about being found out. But cries of ecstasy could give the game away, so they were careful to climax very quietly.

CHAPTER 11 (Tuesday, Nov. 5)

Alan woke up a couple of minutes before his alarm clock was supposed to go off, something he often did when he was well rested. For once, he was well rested. He looked over at his clock, and saw that it read 6:54 A.M. Then it occurred to him that the day was a Tuesday. Ah, yes. A Tuesday. Excellent. God, how I love Tuesdays. I wonder what my mom has in store for me today. Just how many abnormality checks am I going to get? This is going to be great, heh-heh-heh.

He rolled over and looked to the other side of his room. There, sitting in front of his computer, was his mother. The shades were drawn, so the light from the computer screen was the only light in the very dim room, but it was enough light for Alan to clearly see that she was naked except for a pair of panties. Oh yes! That's what I'm talking about! Is every Tuesday for the rest of my life going to be like this? Because I certainly would not be complaining if that was the case. No sir! Not at all.

Alan still hadn't hit his alarm clock or made any noise to indicate he was awake. Before Susan became aware of him, he wanted to admire the view of her divine naked form a little longer, so he kept quiet. I'll bet she's here to wake me up with the "cock hungry mother alarm clock" blowjob she's done so very rarely. That would be perfect. But what's she doing in the meantime? Alan was able to see more clearly as his eyes adjusted to waking. She's masturbating, certainly. No surprise there, though I wish I could watch it more often.

Susan was groping a tit with one hand, and had the other hand down the front of her panties. It didn't take a genius to know what her fingers were doing down there. He continued thinking, But what is she masturbating to? She is looking at the computer screen. My screen. I hope she isn't looking at my porn collection. That's kind of embarrassing, even if we did buy some of it together once. I've got all kinds of incestuous stories on there lately.

He strained to read the screen from across the room while being careful not to make any noise to alert her. There was no way he could read any text, but he saw the screen was mostly filled with a picture of a smiling kid wearing a baseball cap. Hey! That's a picture of me! Let's see. That would be from four years ago, when I was on that baseball team. We'd just gotten our first digital camera. ... Wow, that's kind of freaky. She is getting off on pictures of me in a baseball uniform from when I was fourteen years old! Did she have the hots for me then? No. Impossible. I guess she just likes a good picture of me.

Susan clicked through several other pictures from a folder Alan had of some of his favorite digital pictures through the years. She lingered on the ones of him and especially on the ones of him and her together. Then she gave up looking at the screen altogether as she drew closer towards a climax.

He noticed her lean forward towards the computer and check out the time on the screen's bottom right corner. He closed his eyes again before she could turn his way. Given that it was only a couple of minutes before his alarm was to go off, he knew she would be coming over to him. He was as excited as he could get, knowing what was about to happen. He heard her quiet footsteps and then felt her gently drawing herself up onto his bed. Then there was a click of the sound of his clock alarm being turned off. Alan's heart beat louder in anticipation with every passing second.

Susan gingerly and ever so slowly drew his blankets and sheets down. He heard a gasp, and then a whisper: "God it's so good. So hard! So good! I'm the luckiest mother..." Alan had been sleeping in the nude ever since his sexual awakening so she didn't have to worry about removing any pajamas.

Alan could feel her weight shifting on the bed, until he sensed she was between his legs. And then, finally, incredibly, he felt her hands on his penis. He heard another whisper: "So hard. Always hard. Always. Hard and big." Then he felt her sink her mouth around his penis.

She didn't do anything more - she had the penis pointing up with her face at the tip so she could look out over his stomach and watch out for any movement from his face. Clearly she wanted to make sure he was awake before beginning to suck in earnest, just in case he woke with a sudden jerk or yell.

Since he was already awake and loving life, he decided to be a little playful, and spoke before even opening his eyes. "Hmm. What's that feeling? Something strange. ... Why, that must be my new alarm clock! 'The cock hungry mother' model! I love that clock!"

He opened his eyes and looked down his body towards his crotch. His mother looked back up at him, smiling. Her mouth was filled with cock, but she managed to murmur, "Good morning, Tiger! Riiiing! Riiiing!" Then she went after his penis with an abandon.

Alan sat up and leaned forward so he could stroke her hair while his penis stroked her tonsils. "Good morning, Mom. I love it! To what do I owe this great pleasure? Is it because it's a Tuesday?"

"Mmmm hmmm," she replied without pausing to take the penis from her mouth.

"Awesome! I'm really getting to love Tuesdays. Screw 'Thank God It's Friday.' I much prefer 'Can You Believe Your Cocksucking, Huge-titted, Fine-assed, Long-legged, Gorgeous-faced, Sexy Mother Is Going to Give You Lots of Blow Jobs Tuesday.'"

She chuckled through her penis-stuffed mouth. She was very proud of her growing cocksucking skills.

"Can I look forward to plenty of abnormality checks today?"

"Mmmm hmmm."

"How many, Mom?"

She took the penis out of her mouth long enough to answer, "Your mommy needs your cock, Son. She needs it bad. She needs it like she needs air to breathe. She'll suck it as often as you can stand it, and then suck it some more. Not just on Tuesdays. Any time. Always. Forever. She just looooves to suck her little boy's cum-filled cock! So yummy!"

Then she stuck it back in, and redoubled her efforts. It was as if it was a torture for her to keep the penis out of her mouth to say so many words, and she tried to make up for the lost time. Her hands meanwhile clawed at his hips and stomach as if she were desperately trying to save herself from drowning. Once again, she insistently moaned, "mmmm.... mmmm.... MMMM! MMMM! MMMM!"

Soon Alan went from gently stroking her hair to grabbing her head and holding on for dear life. He was so excited that he hardly lasted five minutes, even with all of his PC muscle control. Susan was very happy though, and shook all over with numerous orgasms of her own. Alan gave her an especially big load; it was more than she could swallow. What she didn't gobble up she rubbed into her skin like it was facial cream.

When she was done and they calmed down a bit, she said, "Thank you. Mommy thanks you so much for your big load of yummy sperm."

"No. Wait. I should thank YOU. You were great."

"That's nice that you're so polite, but don't thank me. It's your mommy's duty to suck you off whenever you like it. She wants to be your favorite cocksucking helper. Your mommy thinks your sperm is the greatest drink in the world."

"Sperm?" He knew that wasn't the technically correct word since sperm was something in semen, but somehow it sounded better than semen, especially the way she said it, as if it was almost too naughty a word to contemplate.

"Yes. Sperm. Spunk. Semen. Jism. Mommy loves it. So don't thank her for enjoying it. That's like giving someone a big bag of money and thanking them for taking it off your hands. Mommy thanks you for sharing it. She doesn't care what it's called as long as it's exploding all over inside her throat. But enough talk. It's also Mommy's duty to clean you off when she spills your precious seed like this. Every drop is precious. Excuse me while Mommy licks your cock clean."

Sure enough, she thoroughly licked his crotch completely dry (not that there was much of a mess there to begin with, since most of the cum had landed in her mouth).

She cleaned him with her tongue so enthusiastically that soon Alan was erect again. The cleaning was rapidly becoming another blowjob.

But Alan said, "Uh-oh. We should stop." He pushed her head away while he still had some self-control. "I have a feeling we could go on like that all day. But I only have an hour to get ready for school, so it's a tight squeeze to get everything done as it is. Now we're starting late, so we really gotta rush. Plus, Katherine needs you for breakfast too."

"Oh poo," Susan pouted. "Poop de doo. What a meanie." She sat up on her knees between his legs so Alan could have a better view of her. He could see that her panties were literally dripping like a completely drenched towel.

She grabbed her boobs with both hands and played with her nipples. "Are you sure you don't want to play with Mommy a little more? She likes to play with her son, especially his cock. Isn't it so delightfully naughty to have Mommy be your little cocksucker?"

Alan sat up. "You'd better believe it is! I take it you're finally okay with the word 'cock'?"

"Well, let's not give Katherine a potty mouth. But it's okay if it just between you and me, your little cocksucker mommy."

"You're not so little, Mom. Everything about you is big. Big and tall. And soft. And sweet. And perfect. So fucking perfect. So beautiful."

He ran his hands up and down her arms slowly, and then around her shoulders. Then his hands migrated down to her tits. But to his surprise her hands reached out and grabbed his before he could reach her shapely globes.

She said with a twinkle in her eye, "Boundaries, Tiger, boundaries. You're right. We can't allow all this fun to interfere with your school schedule. It's time for a shower and breakfast. Chop chop!" She pushed him backwards and he stumbled out of bed.

Alan didn't understand her shifting red light and green light moods, but he didn't try to fight it. She totally let me play with her tits yesterday, and today's a Tuesday! I should get to do even more. What a drag.

He walked over to his drapes and opened them, letting a flood of light into the room. She walked over next to him before his window, still wearing nothing but panties, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Now Tiger, remember: when you go down to breakfast, our Angel will be there, so we have to go back to normal. I unfortunately can't wear clothes as sexy as I'd like, or I'd probably just plain cook breakfast naked, which would be even better. But we have to have boundaries. There's a time for play, and a time for work. Now's the time for work. But if at any point you find your massive penis is throbbing and straining and you just can't stand it, just 'get my attention,' if you know what I mean. You know how to do that."

Alan placed a hand on her ass cheek and caressed it. "It's like that right now and pretty much whenever I see you, but I'll try my best."

She sighed with deep pleasure, "That's right. Fondle my ass. Just like that. Then I'll know your penis needs relief, and you and I will go somewhere for some privacy so I can take care of it. I hope you fondle it a lot today. Your mommy is going to need kneepads because she's going to be on her knees all day long, sucking your cock into oblivion of pure ecstasy. But now we should get a move on. There is that thing called school. Seven hours where I have to go without you."

"Ugh. Don't remind me." Alan stood there, as if lost in thought, while his hand continued to roam over both ass cheeks of his mother. He avoided her thighs and crotch mostly because he knew those areas were a swampy jungle of wetness and he wanted to get dressed.

The two of them stared out of Alan's window at the new day, instead of at each other.

"Hey, Mom," Alan eventually said, "I wonder. Do you think anyone can see us from here?"

Alan's room was on the second floor, but it looked out over the street. They had a big front yard however, so it was quite a long way past some trees and a fence before one reached the sidewalk.

Susan was frightened of showing her face, but she put such worries behind her when she mentally repeated Alan's comment: "Thrust your chest out and proudly poke your tits high up in the air, because you have nothing to be ashamed about." She said confidently, "No. We don't really know too many of our immediate neighbors anyway. If anyone did see, they'd probably just think you're some guy with his girlfriend."

He wondered why she was arching her back and thrusting her chest up so much, but he didn't ask about it. "Hmm. You're right. But what if I AM with my girlfriend?" He leaned towards her, and said more quietly, but playfully, "What if my mother is my girlfriend?"

Susan swooned. "Tiger, please! Don't say that. You know that's not true, but it makes me so moist to hear it. It makes me so hot! I'm not your girlfriend! Oh God! The very idea! ... I'm, I'm just helping you out. With your medical problem. That's all."

Alan knew that wasn't true, but he didn't push it. Instead, he cooed, "If someone looked up here right now, I'm sure they'd think you're my girlfriend. They'd probably think we'd just been fucking all night long."

He heard her gasp.

He continued, "You're so young looking that you could practically pass as a high school student. The only problem is that you're too gorgeous. You're much too amazingly, fuckably, fantabulously gorgeous to belong in our high school. You'd cause a riot everywhere you go. Otherwise, I'd say you should come with me to school today. I'd be proud to introduce you to all my friends as my super hot girlfriend. They would positively melt with jealousy and lust."

"Alan Plummer! Stop that right now! A riot. Really!" Susan protested, but with a delighted voice, not an angry one. "You're going to make my head swell up like a balloon with all your compliments. And please don't mention the F word. Between your devilish words and what your hand is doing to my butt, I have half a mind to throw you on your bed and have my way with you, buster." She added in a near whisper, "Or let you have your way with me."  

The two of them continued to stare out of the window for some more moments while both of them considered that delightful possibility.

Alan noted how comfortable Susan was with her nakedness. She didn't seem the slightest bit bothered by the possibility that some neighbor might look up at her. He figured that in fact, it was most likely turning her on even more. He felt he could stand there, naked as the day he was born, staring out the window next to his mother, all day long. But in fact only a couple of minutes passed.

Finally, she asked him, "Am I really that young looking?"

"You are, Mom, you are. It's like a teenager having a teenager for a mother. But you're right. We should stop." He looked at his alarm clock. "Oh shit. Seven fifteen already. This is going to be close. But what a great way to be late." Alan hurried over to his dresser so he could pick out some clothes.

Susan sauntered out of the room with a beaming face and a dripping pussy. She purposely slid her slicked legs together after she closed his door and walked down to her room. My son keeps me squishy twenty-four hours a day. That's no lie. Squish, squish, squish! She rubbed her legs together even more. What a great son! What a great life! Squishy squishy squish.  

She would have liked to fall onto her bed and masturbate the morning away, dreaming of more cocksucking (to dream of anything more intimate was too scary for her). But she was needed in the kitchen, so she threw on some clothes. However, she purposely didn't clean her thighs off. So the whole time she cooked breakfast, her juices continued to roll down her legs and drip onto the floor. She loved it.

As Alan was leaving for school, Susan surprised him again at the door by kissing him on the mouth. She knew it was yet another boundary violation, but she couldn't resist for one reason: she still had some of his cum in her mouth from the blowjob before breakfast. To his great surprise, she fed some of it into his mouth, almost causing him to gag. But it was just a little bit, enough for him to know that she'd been keeping it, savoring it.

In fact, her whole face smelled like his cum. She wasn't too big on washing her face after getting a facial, either. She dreamed that she could soak in a pool his cum, gulping it down her throat by the glassful. She also loved cleaning Alan's bed sheets, something she did every day now that there were so many wet stains to get cleaned. She would always inhale the smell of the wet patches as long as she could - it was a way to have Alan at home even while he was at school.

CHAPTER 12

The rest of the day passed quickly enough for Alan, sped along by another glorious lunch time blowjob from Glory. But he unexpectedly lost control after only five minutes or so and blew his load into Glory's mouth. He excused himself not long after and spent the rest of the lunch eating with his friends Sean and Peter. He would have rather spent the time with Glory just chatting, but he felt the need to make some face time with his friends.

On particularly sexually promising days like Tuesdays, sometimes he was dying of anticipation to hurry home, other times he was deeply content. For most of the day he was deeply content, until the time to be going home drew nearer.  

He played another couple hours of his tennis round robin, but by then he really wanted to hurry home. He knew his mother was waiting with her eager hands and warm mouth. He was so keen on getting home that he tore through his opponents and won all three matches. He was done before anyone else, less than an hour after school had finished.

Back home, Susan took off all of her clothes as soon as her two children left for school. Suzanne didn't come over at all, since Susan indicated she wanted the others to make themselves scarce on Tuesdays. So Susan walked around in the buff all morning long. She luxuriated in the freedom of complete nakedness, and spent much of the time fucking herself with her fingers, wherever she wanted to do it.  

She let the answer machine take all the messages so reality wouldn't have to intrude. But she did have one appointment she couldn't miss. So she went shopping and ran a few errands for an hour or two. When she got back she thought she could have a "normal" day until Alan got back. But the idea of him coming home got her so excited that she was naked and fucking herself within five minutes of getting back home.  

By the time Alan got home, her pussy was sore and her hands were exhausted. But all that was just a prelude for what she hoped would be an afternoon filled with cocksucking. She felt like the first Tuesday she'd sucked and stroked Alan - she barely had any restraints on her behavior, but she loved it. She hoped he would have the self-control needed for the both of them.

Susan was so excited that she waited near the front entrance for Alan to arrive. Even though Alan came home earlier than expected because of the quick tennis games, she was already there, waiting.

She was dressed in a robe and sat seductively posing for him, playing with her long brown hair. "How was your day at school, Tiger?" She said that just like any mother welcoming a teenaged son home, except that she opened her robe and opened her legs as she said it.

"It's been a very interesting and good day, especially before I went to school," he replied as he dropped his shorts and his hard rod sprang straight out. "You wouldn't believe it, but this totally hot woman sucked me off before breakfast. It was like she was some kind of cock-hungry alarm clock."

"That woman wouldn't have happened to be your endlessly horny mother, would it?" She wrapped her hands around his penis, and drew her mouth to it.

"Why, as a matter of fact it was."

"I don't know what's with that woman," she said, smiling. "She's just crazy for your cock." She sank his penis deep into her mouth. Her tongue circled and circled around it, as if she was tracing the striped pattern on a candy cane.

Susan was getting much better at her blowjobs. Her shopping trip wasn't all business - she bought some books on how to better pleasure a man, and immediately put some of what she learned to use. Before Alan left for school she told him she would buy kneepads as something to say to excite him. But in fact she really did buy some of those as well. She didn't know if she'd ever use them, as the house had plush carpeting everywhere, but she wanted to be ready for any occasion. She rather hoped that she would be on her knees so much that she really would need them.

She played with his balls for the first time ever, thanks to what she'd just read in her new book purchases. She remembered to stick a finger in his anus as well, like she had done a few nights before. But now she knew to look for the prostate gland and how best to stimulate it.  

She rubbed her hands all over herself as she blew him off, and even fingered her pussy some. She did that as much as she thought she could get away with without Alan noticing, since she was trying to pretend that she was in control of her desires and doing this just for his benefit. At first there were just a few light passes with her hand, but by the end she threw caution to the wind and rubbed herself openly. The whole thing was quick. Susan wanted his cum, and fast.

She said to him when they were done, "I hope you enjoyed that, because you're going to need to get used to it. I plan to feast on your penis every day, God help me! If I'm going to Hell, I might as well enjoy the way down."

Alan had a strong desire to kiss her on the lips in response, but realized he was bizarrely still (mostly) barred from doing that. He moved his mouth towards her to test if she would allow a kiss, but she turned her face away. So he gave her a peck on the cheek instead, saying, "I love you, Mom. You're the best mother any kid could ever have. How can you say you're gonna go to Hell for doing this, when it's what the nurse and the doctor want? Don't judge yourself so harshly."

Susan sighed. "I don't know if it's harsh, but I just can't take it any more. I've been trying to hide my desire and show restraint." She added sarcastically, "You can see what a great job I've been doing the last couple of days. ... But I've been getting so horny just waiting for you to come home."  

About the only "productive" thing Susan did since coming home from her shopping trip was reading bits and pieces of the sex books. Of course, that led to more masturbating as she started thinking about doing all the things shown in the books, and she didn't even manage to read very much.

She continued more urgently, "I won't play any more games; I'm not just helping you, I NEED your penis. Every day! You have needs, medical needs, but I have needs too. Life is just better with the taste of your cock in my mouth. I need to suck your cock. Please give it to me. Give it to me again right now!" As she finished saying this, she drew near him and made desperate, begging face.

"Okay, Mom," Alan replied, more than a little overwhelmed. "Sure. I'd love that. I need a little time to get it back up again though. But are you open to taking things farther?"

"Alan!" she admonished him. "I'm your mother! Don't even think such improper thoughts!" Alan privately rolled his eyes at the contradictions in her logic, but he was happy nonetheless at what she wanted to do. If she wanted to do nothing but suck his penis all the time, he was happy to go along with that, at least for a while, until he could push for more.

CHAPTER 13

Alan knew his penis was in no shape to get erect again any time soon, so he took a nap. He was exhausted from the two days of tennis, not to mention all the sexual activity, and he figured he would sleep a long time.

While he was sleeping, the doorbell at the front of house rang and Susan went to see who it was. Guests were so rare and unexpected lately that she had to quickly change from her robe into some more respectable clothes grabbed from the underwear cabinet.

Susan opened the door and saw Heather standing there. They'd never spoken to each other before, but Susan knew of her and recognized her, just as she knew of almost all of Alan and/or Katherine's acquaintances at school. She'd heard a lot of unfavorable gossip about Heather, but still knew nothing of the cheerleader's recent sexual antics or anything about any painting of panties.

Susan was momentarily shocked at the way Heather was dressed: tight short shorts and a white top so small that it was left to the bra underneath to cover up some of her boobs. But then Susan remembered that this was how Heather dressed all the time. The cheerleader was locally famous for her looks and the way she flaunted them.

"Hi Mrs. Plummer," the knockout cheerleader said. "Is Alan at home? We have plans to study together this afternoon."

"Oh," Susan said, chagrined. Having a guest over meant everyone had to behave completely normally until the person left, and she wasn't happy about that, especially on a Tuesday. But she did her best to hide it. In a happier voice, she went on, "Hi Heather. He's here. I'm afraid though that he's taking a nap."

Heather looked at her watch. "This is the time we're supposed to start studying. It's for a class project; very important stuff. I'd better go and check if he's up yet. I'm sure he set his alarm or something, 'cos he knows I'm coming at this time."

Susan looked at her dumbly as what Heather was saying sunk in. "Study? You two are going to study? TODAY?"

Heather looked at her a bit puzzled. "Uh, yeah. Is there a problem with that?"

Susan felt crushed. How can I suck my Tiger when SHE'S here? Doesn't he know it's Tuesday? Doesn't he want to play with me all afternoon? ... On the other hand, maybe he's trying to be responsible. He does have to study, even on Tuesdays. And he said this is a tough week. Maybe he has some stuff due tomorrow. I wish he would have told me, though.

Susan suppressed a heavy sigh and screwed on a smiling face. "Oh. Okay. Come on in. Would you like something to drink or eat?" She led Heather into the interior of the house.

"No thanks. I want to make the most of our study time together. I'll just go check on him now, if that's okay."

"Sure thing. Up the stairs, first door to the left."

"Thanks! By the way, nice house." Heather hadn't known that Alan practically lived in a mansion, with a big pool in the backyard.

As Heather walked away, wiggling her tightly clad ass, Susan fretted. Oh dear. How can I compete with that? Susan in her modesty didn't realize that she was even more attractive than Heather. I hope Alan doesn't spend his Tuesday afternoon lusting after that girl instead of me. With the way she's dressed, he's bound to get a hard-on, and then there won't be anyone available to help him out! Oh no! He might have to go for hours hard as a steel bar while he's trying to work and there's nothing I can do about it. Poor dear!

In recent days Heather had peppered Katherine and even Kim with questions about Alan, so she gradually figured out details in his life such as the fact that he took naps every afternoon. Getting more energy so he wouldn't have to take such naps was the supposed purpose of his unusual medical treatments, but there didn't seem to be any effect on his nap habit so far. Heather timed her visit to catch him in bed, and she did.

Heather walked into Alan's room without knocking, and found him still dozing. Of course there was no study session as Heather never studied: that was just an excuse to get past his mother. She carefully pulled back his covers without waking him, and saw to her delight that he was sleeping naked, and his penis was hard. She got between his legs and began stroking it. Within a minute or so, the workings of her hands caused him to wake up.

"Who? ... What? ..." He looked up. "HEATHER?!?" He was so surprised to see her there that he practically screamed her name at the top of his lungs.

"Sssh," she said. "We're supposed to be studying, after all."

"Heather. Oh my God! You can't be here. This isn't happening!"

"I am, and it is," she giggled. "What's the problem? You don't like being woken this way? Any guy in school would kill for me to do this to them, and I picked you. So enjoy it." She went back to stroking his rod.

He couldn't help his first thought: Wow. Woken up by a sex act twice in one day. And by my mother and the head cheerleader!

But even as Alan began to feel exquisite pleasures through his penis, he started to think of all the reasons why Heather being here was a bad idea. We could get caught. I'll bet the door isn't locked. Anyone could come in. Or someone could overhear. Chances are someone WILL come in within the next hour. Perhaps Suzanne will come by, if only to check on my orgasm chart. Shit! What if I'd said her name, or even worse, my mother or sister's name, before I saw it was Heather?  

My God, the possibilities for Heather finding out that I'm committing incest are endless! For instance, what if she came to the house an hour earlier, when Mom was giving me a blowjob? It's total luck that I at least somewhat aired out the room and the whole place doesn't smell like an ocean of cum. Oh my God! She could even look at the orgasm chart on the back of my door! We can't have strangers in this house. I've got to get her out, and fast!

Heather suddenly stopping jacking his penis, and stood up next to the bed. "Don't worry, Alan; I didn't come here to give you a handjob."

"You didn't?" he asked, now disappointed that she'd stopped.

"Of course not. Not when I can have you fuck me instead." As she said this, she pulled on her shirt, already hanging above her tits, and lifted it completely over her head. Then she squeezed out of her tight shorts, revealing nothing underneath.

But even as she got naked, a new sense of fear washed through Alan, and he said, quietly but determined, "No! We can't do that! You shouldn't have come here uninvited. It's a bad idea. A really bad idea. I'm sorry, but you have to go." He wondered how he could create a distraction and take the orgasm chart down before she noticed it. It was clearly labeled: "My Daily Orgasms."

Heather put her hands on her naked hips and said testily, "Alan, just what the hell is wrong with you? The most beautiful girl in the school is standing here practically begging you to fuck her, and you just say no thanks, get lost? You're really starting to bug me. I thought we had a really good time at my house after the Baskin Robbins meeting, and I expected you to come back for more. But it's been like a week, and you haven't. I thought we were long overdue for another fucking. I came here 'cos I wanted to give you a good, long fuck. But this is the response I get? Are you gay or something? Seriously!"

Alan knew he couldn't have Heather turn against him. She was difficult enough to deal with when she was happy; he hated to imagine her vengeful. "No Heather, it's not like that. You are one of the very most beautiful girls in school, and God, I'd love to fuck you so bad. But I have to be careful. Let's fuck. Let's do it, but somewhere else. We can go to your house right now. But no way can we do it here. My room is like Grand Central Station. People come and go all the time without knocking. I can't get caught!"

She felt slightly better about that, but still asked, "So then why haven't you come to my room then? I told you, you could come in the back window any time, day or night."

Alan couldn't tell her the main reason – that she scared him with her power games and love of risks. But he could tell her a less important and still honest reason. "Heather, can't you see I'm chicken when it comes to getting caught? You said your dad was like a body builder and would crush me if he saw me."

"Did I say that?" She smiled, delighted. It seemed to Alan that she relished the memory of scaring him. "Oh yeah, I guess I did. I'm disappointed in you. What's life without a little risk? Besides, I live a charmed life. I never get caught on anything. I'm sure we can fuck right now, since I'm already here, and it will be just fine. Relax." She made a move to crawl back into his bed, but he got in the way.

"No. Really! You may be charmed, but I'm not." Even as Alan said this, it occurred to him how wrong the assessment of himself was. Actually, I'm probably the luckiest, most charmed guy on the planet. But that's beside the point. Heather could still ruin everything. My luck can't last forever.

Knowing that she wasn't going to leave unsatisfied, he suggested, "Let's go to some remote park or some place like that, and do it there. But no way can we do it here. It's far too dangerous!"

Saying "too dangerous" was a big mistake. It was like throwing a juicy T-bone steak in front of a hungry dog. Heather practically clapped her hands together in glee. "Alan, we're doing it here, and that's final. We can be very quiet and put a chair in front of the door or something."

She got up and in fact moved a chair to block the door. But Alan used those precious seconds to rush into some clothes and sit on a chair away from the bed.

When she turned around and saw him, she was disappointed and frustrated. But having a guy actually turn her down was so rare that it only turned her on even more.

"Damn you, Alan! What do I have to do already to get you to fuck me?" she pouted.

"There's nothing you can say or do, sorry. Somewhere else, okay. I'd love that. But not here. And especially not now. I mean it." He crossed him arms and looked away from her defiantly.

Heather turned on her most sultry voice. "Alan! You can't say no," she softly moaned, as if she was in the heights of orgasm. "You see, I have this problem." She got down on the floor right below his chair and spread her legs wide.

"Look Alan. I have an itch. It's a very nasty itch." Alan couldn't help but turn and look at her toned and deeply tanned body. "Do you know where my itch is, Alan? Do you know where I'm feeling so nasty? It's in my pussy. Oh, my pussy, it's on fire! My pussy! It itches like poison ivy. Soooooo bad."  

Her legs began twitching and she started to writhe on the floor, as if she wasn't in possession of her body and the itch had taken control. Alan wanted to turn away again, but he stared, completely transfixed.

She moaned, "But there's only one thing that can satisfy it. It has to be something hard. And long. And thick. And hot. And meaty! To reach my itch, deep, deep inside my pussy. Only you can reach it, Alan! Only your incredible cock. So hard and long. It's the biggest and the best. You're the best fucker, Alan! You have to help me. Please, I'm begging you! Fuck me, or I'm going to die! The itch is killing me! Scratch it, in and out, in and out, in and out, with your big dick! Fuck me now, please!"  

She kicked her legs up in the air, and then pulled them back over her head and presented her pussy to Alan in the ultimate position of supplication. She stopped moaning and writhing long enough to steal a glance at Alan and see if her performance was working. One look at his crotch showed there was no doubt his penis was excited, but still he sat immobile in his chair.

"Alan!" she said with incredible exasperation. "This is a grade A performance here! That would make the penis on a marble statue get erect, for crying out loud. What do I have to do? Don't you want to fuck already?!"

It was all Alan could do not to just jump up and rape her. But he kept his cool long enough to say, "I do. But only on one condition."

"What already?"

"That you don't ever, ever come back here again unannounced. We can do it anywhere and everywhere but in this house. If my mother caught me, she would literally kill me, and I'm not going to take that risk."

"Okay, okay. I promise. Now fucking scratch my itch! Do it!"

"And..." He continued. He figured it was a battle of wills, and he was winning by having more self-control. He thought, What else do I want from her? She already wants to fuck at the drop of a hat. What else do I want? Oh I know. "And one more thing. You have to do anything sexually that I want, at any time."

She rolled her eyes. She couldn't think what this mild-mannered and polite guy could do to her sexually that she wouldn't like doing in the first place. "Fine. Whatever. Just fuck me, like, yesterday!"

"That includes blowjobs," he reminded, knowing that she hated to do those.

"Oh fuck. Whatever. Just do me!" She was ready to promise him the world, because she only kept her promises if she felt like it.

Hearing her agreement, Alan leaped onto Heather like a lion released from a cage. The two of them fucked right there on the floor, where she'd been putting on her performance. It was a great fast fuck, marred only by the frequent times Alan had to shush the carelessly noisy Heather.

As he fucked, he confirmed, "So you'll really let me fuck you any time and any where?"

"Yes!"

He thought, "I guess that makes you a total slut."

"Yes! Yes, I am!"

That answer really surprised Alan, because he didn't realize he was saying his thought out loud. Furthermore, he would have expected her to slap him or worse. But she just seemed aroused by it, and thrust her hips back with greater vigor.

Suddenly all the details of the first time he'd fucked her came flooding back: he'd called her a "cunt hole," and "sleazy bitch," and more, and she loved it. He thought, Dang, I'm doing it again. I never say anything rude to anyone, but with Heather the nasty names just flow so freely from my lips. He tested to confirm, "So you're a slut. A hussy. A skanky bitch."

He thought he'd gone too far with the last name, but she yelled even louder, "YES! God, YES!"

He realized it would be good to curse at her like he did last time. He had no problem conjuring up the right mood to do so, since he was still angry at her sneaky intrusion into his house and his room. He growled, "Shut up, you noisy bitch! I mean it!"

Heather responded by going totally wild on him. She kissed him desperately and her hands flew all over him, while she thrust her hips up at him so forcefully that she literally lifted him off the ground. It was as if she was on fire and in a complete panic to put it out, but the only way was for both of them to cum.

Alan couldn't take much of that unexpected and overwhelming treatment, and came a minute or two later. Both of them came in simultaneous, intense orgasms. But Alan noticed that Heather hardly made a peep, in spite of everything. It seemed she suddenly took his command to stay quiet very seriously.

Alan got up and staggered around like a drunkard. His goal was to lock the door. Once he did that, he felt more at ease and slumped against it for a while. Then he turned on some music (Elastica's debut album - for some reason it seemed appropriate for Heather), in a belated attempt to mask their activity.

But he was still powerfully aroused, and Heather seemed even more intent on more sex. She still had a crazy, hungry look in her eyes.

The rocking music seemed to obliviate any need for words. Alan simply sat up on his bed and motioned for Heather to sit between his legs. She quickly did, and he fucked her tits.

For some reason he liked fucking Heather's tits a lot, almost more than fucking her vagina. Perhaps it was because they were so big, though for him lately that wasn't so extraordinary. Perhaps it was because he disliked her power hungry ways and liked taking her down a notch by putting her in the most subservient of positions.

When she presented her chest to him and pushed her tits together for him to fuck her cleavage, it was almost as if she cared to make someone else happy, and not just herself. But she was just getting him warmed up so he'd want to fuck her pussy again. However, he was still angry at her intrusion and demanding ways and didn't want to give her that satisfaction. He just kept titfucking her instead.

While Alan and Heather were fucking like rabbits, Suzanne came over to the Plummer house, ready for another go at Alan's penis. But Susan told her the rather surprising news that he was doing homework with a study partner. So Suzanne left, disappointed, without ever having gone to his room.

CHAPTER 14

About half an hour after Heather had arrived, Susan came by and knocked on Alan's door, and asked, "How's it going in there? Studying hard?"

Alan was now sitting on Heather's chest with his penis between her tits. Both of them were close to more great climaxes. But Heather replied very calmly, "Oh yes, Mrs. Plummer. Very hard! You should see just how hard it is!" She chuckled, doubly amused by Alan's alarm.

Susan said through the door, "Do you two serious study partners want a snack? Something to eat or drink?"

Alan said, "No thanks. We're good." 

But to Alan's mortification, Heather replied, "I have something to nibble on right here," and bent her head down and licked at Alan's penis head. Alan imagined his mother somehow seeing, perhaps by looking through the keyhole.

To his greater horror, Heather added, "But a snack downstairs sounds good. We could use a break; I think we've been letting things slide these last few minutes." She strongly emphasized the word "slide," causing Alan to gasp. "Don't you agree, Alan?"

But Alan needn't have worried about his mother understanding the double meanings. Susan still radiated a natural innocence, despite her recent love of incestuous cocksucking, and Heather picked up on the fact that she could verbally play with Susan's naivety.

Alan was working up towards a second climax but still hadn't reached it. Nonetheless, Heather insisted they go downstairs immediately. He suspected she did that just to push his buttons, and he resented it.

They hurriedly made themselves presentable and headed to the kitchen for a snack. Alan was at least gratified that he was able to linger in his room after Heather left first, and he used a few precious seconds there to take the orgasm chart down and put it in a safe place.

"How's the studying coming along?" Susan innocently asked as they all sat on stools at the kitchen counter.

Heather answered, "Obviously, it's hard. Very hard. But I'm staying on top of things. Thanks to Alan's help, of course." As an afterthought, she gave a slight, knowing smile in Alan's direction and added, "Alan of course is on top of things even more than me. He's great."

Alan nearly choked, he was so appalled by her blatant innuendo. But Heather said it in a very deadpan style, and Susan didn't suspect at thing. At least, not yet - Alan correctly feared Heather was just getting warmed up.

Susan handed them food and drink. "That's nice. Here, have some cookies."

"Thanks," said Heather. "You know, the problem is, I'm not very smart. With me it's always in one ear and other the other. In and out. That's always my problem when I try to study. In and out. In and out. Too much of that. But thanks to Alan, I'm actually getting stuff done. It's great!"

Susan, as usual, completely missed the sexual innuendo. She cluelessly responded, "He's smart, isn't he? That's my son. I'm so proud of him!"

"Yes, he is. He's got a lot of spunk, too. Very full of spunk. You know what he can do that I can't? He finds just the important points, and keeps pressing on them. He finds the thrust of the argument, and makes sure I know just that. The thrusting. Of the argument."

Alan noticed that Heather was subtly pressing a finger into one of her nipples, just in case he'd missed the meaning of her "important points" comment.

Alan's face turned red at the increasing blatantness of Heather's innuendo, but he didn't know how to stop her. Obviously she got off on doing risky things like this and anything he would say would only likely make it worse, as she'd find a way to twist his words around and riff new sexual innuendoes. So he just kept a low profile and hoped it would soon be over. But what made things much worse was that he still had a raging hard-on from the frustrating interruption to the titfuck.

Susan still just took Heather's words literally, responding, "Yeah, they say that's an important skill, separating the wheat from the chaff."

Heather maintained a straight face. "Right. He goes plowing straight into the wheat. A lot of plowing. But don't worry; it's not just Alan helping me. I've been showing him a trick or two as well. I'm good at tricks, and I don't even charge for it! Right Alan? I'm sure Alan's going to get a good score. How do you think you're scoring now, Alan?"

Alan muttered, "Um, I think we'll do better if we just get back to the books. Right away." He made a motion to go, but Heather wasn't done with her snack, or her innuendo game.

She continued, looking at Susan very seriously, "I was saying to Alan that I have a serious itch. Alan, do you remember when I was saying that? A thirst, if you will. For knowledge. When I'm studying with Alan, I feel like I'm quenching that thirst." Alan noticed that she was stroking her hands up and down her glass of milk now, visually showing Alan how she was hoping to quench her thirst for his cum.

Again, Susan didn't notice a thing. She asked, "So this isn't the first time you've studied with Alan? I don't remember you coming here to study before."

"Oh, I've definitely cum here. Why, I just came about half an our ago."

Susan replied, "Obviously! No need to tell me that."

"True, but not just over here. Alan's cum at my house before."

"You mean 'came TO your house,'" the still clueless Susan corrected.

"Right. We've done it over at my house. In my bedroom. It's a good environment for the thrusting and the quenching and plowing and whatnot, to continue the themes I'm discussing. I hope to do it with Alan a lot more in the future. I think maybe it would be better if we do it in school, like the library. What do you think about that Alan, would you like to do it in the library?"

Alan was afraid that if he said yes, she'd hold him to his word and make him fuck her in the library, and if he said no, she'd later berate him for not wanting to fuck her. To make matters worse, he was so aroused that he could barely think. He was having to drape his hands over his crotch to prevent his mother from discovering his condition. He made the noncommittal, "Um, I don't know. Let's get back to work and worry about that later."

Heather replied, "Wow, isn't that impressive, Mrs. Plummer? Does he always study this hard? I must say I'm really impressed with his tool. You know his-"

Alan was petrified she'd finally say something that Susan would understand. He couldn't take the tension any more. He interrupted, "Heather! Come on, enough chitchat! Let's get this over with!" Alan got up (still clutching at his groin) and walked out of the room.

"Sorry Mrs. Plummer. You just can't keep him down when it comes to studying. We should really get back and bone up on our missed work. Alan's a great boner. Thanks for the snack!" Heather hurried off after Alan; ready to fuck in his room some more.

"No worries! Good luck with your test!" shouted Susan.

Just before Heather was out of range of Susan's ears, she said loudly, "Studying with Alan is so exciting. I'm such an eager beaver!" Then she burst out laughing as she reached his bedroom door.

Susan lacked certain skills, such as an ability to make many jokes and an ability to pick up subtle comments unless she was looking for them. She'd lived such a sheltered life that she didn't know much sexual slang, like boner or beaver (though she was rapidly learning). But in fact even Susan came close to suspecting something was up with the way Heather was talking.

After they left, she thought, "I'm really impressed with his tool." I wonder what she meant by that. Sounds vaguely sexual. Naaah.... Maybe she meant his computer? But I wonder. Could he and her...? Naaah. Alan says he doesn't have a girlfriend. And nobody has THAT much luck with women. She's the head cheerleader and future Homecoming Queen, for Pete's sake. At least she makes him really excited to study. I sure hope they'll study together more often. Finally, something to get Alan's mind off of sex and back onto the books! ... She sure does have a strange way of talking though. I guess I just don't know all the teenager lingo these days.

CHAPTER 15

Alan was really mad at Heather for her dangerous innuendo. He slammed the door to his room behind him and glared at her. "I suppose you think you're pretty funny."

She sat on the edge of his bed and began undressing. "Yep. I do. Your mother is a total hoot. Now get over here and let's do some more quenching and thrusting and plowing to reiterate some of our themes."

Alan was so mad that he wanted to punch Heather, and he'd never wanted to punch a female in his life. He streamed and clenched his fists. "Heather, I love my mother, and you made her look like a total fool, not a hoot! Not only that, but you recklessly toyed with me. It was as if you were trying to get her to figure out what we were doing!"

"So what if I was? What's she going to do, ground you?" Heather added quite sarcastically, "Oooh noooo!" By now she was undressed. She kicked her legs up in the air and said, "What are you going to do about it? Why don't you teach me a lesson with a really nasty fuck? Let it all out!" She lay back on the bed, ready for a solid nailing.

Alan yelled, "Maybe I will!" and yanked his shorts off. He was still hard and in fact had stayed frustratingly erect ever since the aborted titfuck. He stopped towards her, but then the thought struck him, That's exactly what she wants!

He stopped just out of her reach and said, "You'd like that, wouldn't you? I'll bet you got me mad on purpose, so I can fuck you more aggressively. Sorry, you fuckwad, I'm not going to play your game! Get dressed and get out!"

Heather sat up, shocked. "You're not serious. You would turn down this body?" She swept a hand down her side, as if modeling herself like a new model car.

"Heather, get over your body, already! My mother is twice the looker you are, and I could name a lot of other women who blow you away. You don't impress me. You disgust me! I'm a peaceful man, but you make my skin crawl! Get out of here before I do something drastic!"

Heather was flabbergasted. She'd used these kinds of tricks on other men and they always worked. Lust always overwhelmed anger and led to some really passionate fucking. But Alan just stood there, unmoved, and in fact seemed about to pop a vein. She didn't know what to do.

But then Alan said, "Wait a minute. There is one sex act I know you hate: cocksucking! Get down on your knees, bitch, because I'm going to fuck your face!"

Heather spilled over the edge of the bed, awed by his unexpected anger and passion.

But at the same time, he retained some self-control. He walked over to the stereo and put the Elastica album on again, much louder this time, to make sure their sexual noises would be drowned out.

Then he walked forward until his penis pushed far into Heather's mouth. He said in a low, menacing growl, "This is what happens to insolent bitches. Choke on my rod, you street gutter whore! You're lower than a fucking crack 'ho and I'm your pimp! I own you! You got that?"

Alan was slamming his meat hard into her mouth, thrusting until her nose brushed against his pubic hair. He didn't care if he went too deep; in fact, he rather hoped she gagged. But she managed to take it all and even nod to his comments.

Alan raved, "That's right, you're a whore, and you work for me! Tomorrow I'm going to start working your ass! I think I'll start loaning you out to the other students and teachers for $100 a fuck! What do you think about that? Or would you rather walk the streets in some dingy red right district so your parents won't know about your new career! Huh? Tell me!"

He paused in his thrusting long enough for her to breathe and give a short answer. She gave him a terrified look and spoke while merely licking. She answered tentatively, "Um, walk the streets?"

He shoved his penis back into her mouth and let out a hearty laugh. "Ha! Oh, ha-ha-ha! I can't believe it! You think I'm serious, don't you? You really ARE a natural whore! Sorry to disappoint you, but you'll have to whore yourself out! I don't deal with lowlife scum like you!"

The words were coming slower and more difficult for Alan as he was getting more excited, so he stopped talking and just focused on thrusting his hips into her face. He felt nearly mad with power. He was using and abusing Heather, and he was loving it. What's more, he looked down and saw her hands flying all over her own crotch - clearly, she was loving it too. The fact that she believed and agreed to what he was saying only made him more heady with power.

It was all too much for Alan to take. As he felt a climax coming on, he suddenly stopped and pulled out. He staggered away and sat down. Shit! Fuck! What's wrong with me! It's like an evil spirit has overtaken me! I have to regain control! I'm practically choking her to death, and she's loving it! It's wrong! Wrong!

Heather had no idea why he stopped or what was going on in his head, but she was too far gone to care. She masturbated herself frantically until she got herself off, several times in quick succession. Only then did she stop and really look at Alan, now calmer and looking at her from where he sat a short distance away.

He said, "There's just no way to win with you, is there? You said you don't enjoy blow jobs, and I believe you, but you were clearly getting way excited by the way I was treating you. That was supposed to be a punishment. Fuuuuck." He sighed heavily.

She was still too confused by him and breathless to respond, and just panted, crumbled in naked ball by the side of his bed. His talk about turning her into a whore just confused her more. She was already scoffing at the idea, but in the heat of the moment had struck her as a great plan. That disturbed even her. It wasn't the idea of being a whore that appealed to her, it was that she would be doing it for Alan. That disturbed her, too.

He said, "This is how it's going to work. You will never, EVER come back to my house. Period. I WILL fuck you now, because I've got to unload this huge load building up in me. I'm sorry if you get any pleasure from it; I guess that can't be helped. Obviously you like the way I fuck. If you EVER cross me or annoy me again, I WILL never fuck you again. Period. Is that clear?"

"Yes. I'm sorry. I really am. I'm sorry for everything, and especially for treating your mother that way. I'll never do it again. I promise."

"You say that now, but I don't think you're capable of really being sorry, you selfish bitch. Oops, there I go again with the insults. I'm not going to give your twisted mind the satisfaction of any more. Get on the bed. I going to fuck you now, quietly and slowly. Psychology or reverse psychology doesn't seem to work on you too well, but anyways, I'm hoping that's the way you like it least."

So Alan lay on top of Heather and the two of them made love. What was strange was that it really was more appropriate to call it making love than fucking, because now Heather was all tenderness and gentle caresses. Alan was surprised, and so was she, but both of them just went with it. They ended up with a greater mutual climax than any they'd shared before, because all the passion and emotion that had been building up was still there, but it just came out in a different way.

Even though the fuck remained a slow one, it was so intense that afterwards the two of them couldn't stay awake. Alan found himself drifting in and out of sleep with Heather in his arms.

Eventually, the two of them regained full consciousness but they stayed in a close embrace, just breathing. Alan was surprised because he felt real tenderness coming from a girl he thought was completely incapable of such a thing.

In fact, he was very nearly correct: tenderness was a fairly foreign concept to Heather, but Alan brought out strange emotions in her. Normally she scoffed at romance, but she was starting to develop actual romantic feelings for Alan.
But he was right that his attempts at reverse psychology just seemed to backfire. Heather was far from chastised and in fact had never enjoyed herself more. It was many times more pleasurable for her than being with any other guy, because the more frightened and/or angry Alan got, the hornier she got. Plus, the more reluctant Alan was, the more she wanted him.

She could hardly wait to be with him again. She even began to wonder if she could figure out a scheme to make Alan her real boyfriend. She knew it had to be some kind of trick or scheme, because Alan clearly didn't feel the same way. She knew he had little more than hate and contempt for her as a person, even if he loved fucking her body.  

Heather left a short time later. Alan was so exhausted that he asked her to let herself out.

She came downstairs and ran into Susan again. The kindly mother asked, "So did you get a lot done?"  

Heather smirked. Suddenly she was no longer chastened, and the usual Heather resurfaced. She smirked. "Oh yeah. We plowed right through everything. Tell Alan thanks for having me. We had a ball."

Susan smiled and waved benignly from the front porch as a snickering Heather walked away.

CHAPTER 15

Once Heather left, Alan was afraid to show his face to his mother. He knew she would certainly expect him to want another blowjob after going without for several hours on their special day. But he couldn't get it up after so much sex with Heather. So once he regained some energy he went downstairs and apologized to her for having Heather over. He said he would be back out after tying up some loose ends with his homework and then returned to his room.

Twenty minutes later, his penis had recovered enough for him to attempt further contact with his mother (even looking at her could be a trying experience when his penis was weary because the sight was always mentally arousing). He walked downstairs to the kitchen, found her there, and decided to "get her attention."  

She pretended to be surprised as his hands began wandering over her ass, but nothing could be farther from the truth. She'd been wearing an apron and shorts, and nothing else. The shorts were oversized and adjusted to come off at the slightest touch, which is exactly what happened as soon as he touched her ass.

She cried out in mock horror, "Alan, what do you think you're doing?" But then recalling his habit of taking her protests literally, she quickly added, "You left my ass bare! Quick! Cover it with your hands!"

Alan could gather the gist of that. His momentary apprehension based on her convincingly worried facial expression turned to glee, and he roamed his hands up her thighs and all over her ass cheeks. He loved to palm them with both hands.

"How's this?" he asked, as his fingers spread as wide as they could go. A couple of apron strings dangled in his way, but he pushed them aside.

"Good. I wouldn't want someone to see my naked butt now that my shorts fell down. How did that happen?" She pretended cluelessness, and they both giggled.

"But Mom," he mock complained. "I can't cover it all at once." He moved his hands everywhere at once at if trying to cover it all up.

"Do you best, dear," she cooed. "Cover my most private regions with your strong and manly hands." She was in heaven now - her whole butt tingled and shivers shot up her spine.

"Well, I guess it's most important to cover up your ass crack, don't you think?" He aggressively speared a finger into her anus.

"Ooh! That's good! Ow! Only, I'm worried. I've been so worried all afternoon!"

"Why?"

"It's your penis. How is it doing? I've been so worried about it and you, stuck with that hot cheerleader cocktease all afternoon. I know her type: she'll get your penis all hard and thick and veiny with her arrogant teasing, but then she won't give you any relief! Am I right? Your penis must have been bursting with cum, and I couldn't help! It was so painful!"

Alan thought, Mom, you couldn't be more wrong about her not putting out. But he said, "You said it, Mom. She's a bitch, pardon my French. As for my penis, see for yourself." He unzipped his shorts fly and pressed his throbbing rod up against her smooth ass cheeks. He was content to just rub it around there while he sawed in and out of her asshole with his finger.

Susan moaned, "Oh, that's good. So good, baby. I love it! Except one thing!" She turned around, forcing him to pull his finger out and let go of her ass altogether. "You're making Mommy far too HORNY!"

She practically pushed him onto the ground, and dove at his crotch. Panting heavily, she deftly untied her apron with one hand as she slid his shorts down with the other. Within seconds she had her mouth over his penis. He sat on the floor of the kitchen with her lying down and her head between his legs. He was pleased, though not too surprised, at the turn of events. She seemed to live for cocksucking lately.

As she gave him another incredible blowjob, the tiny part of his brain not completely overcome by pleasure idly wondered what would happen if Katherine, Amy, or even Suzanne walked in. For all of Susan's recent eagerness in flaunting her body, she still was very shy at doing things like blowjobs in front of others. But then Alan remembered the others were all supposed to stay scarce all Tuesday, or she probably would have at least held out until they could switch rooms.

Not much after they finished, Katherine phoned and asked about dinner. She wanted to eat at home, but also wanted to make sure that Susan would be okay with her coming back to her own house. Susan was fine with it, but strongly implied that she wanted the evening after dinner alone with Alan as well.

So, after a relatively normal and tease-free dinner with the three of them, Alan and Susan were left alone again. Alan was hopeful there would be more sexual games, but he was also weary. Not only had he already climaxed six times that day already, but some of it was fairly exhausting, especially the emotionally and physically intense two hours with Heather. Then there was another day of the tennis tournament on top of that, and he always had an energy problem.

Perhaps Susan could read the weariness in his eyes, because she didn't immediately drop herself between his legs as soon as Katherine had gone, as he half expected her to do. Instead, she said, "I haven't even made you dessert, Tiger. Why don't we make some kind of special dessert together? We could bake a cake."

"Mmmm. Great idea." Alan enjoyed cooking and he enjoyed a good cake. So they set to working on a chocolate-covered vanilla cake. At first, everything seemed surprisingly unsexual. Susan even dressed like a typical mother, for once. Alan was glad for the respite. They went ahead and put the cake in the oven, and then got to work on the frosting.  

So far everything had been as expected, but Alan noticed that Susan was making enough chocolate frosting for two cakes, if not three. He asked about this, but she was coy, just saying, "That way we don't have to worry about nibbling."

He joked, "You mean, we can have our cake and eat it too?"

She laughed. "Exactly." She then sexily sucked a big gob of frosting off of her finger and into her mouth and winked.

They washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen. Alan rarely did such things any more, but he reluctantly realized that there were still mundane things to take care of, even on Tuesdays. Then the cake came out of the oven and they applied the frosting.  

Despite constant nibbling, they still had a huge bowl of frosting left unused. Susan "accidentally on purpose" got some on her shirt, and said, "Oh dear. It would probably be best if I take my shirt off before I ruin it further, don't you think?" She winked, and then took off her apron, shirt, and dress for good measure.

The only thing she kept on was a pair of panties. Alan was a bit surprised, as she rarely wore them any more. But then he realized she was gearing up for more sexual fun and wanted to make clear that one region was off limits. Alan felt rested by now and was up for more games. He half-playfully half-seriously slapped her on the ass. "What did I tell you, Mom, about wearing panties? Are you disobeying me again?"

She bowed down with a flourish, as if he was royalty. "I'm sorry, Lord Alan. Please forgive your humble servant. You'll see why I wear them in a minute."

He had half a notion to spank her some more, but curiosity led him wait to see what she was talking about.

However, despite being on the alert, he was taken completely by surprise over what happened next. Susan leaned over the very large bowl of frosting and dipped her tits down into it. Then she used her hands to lather them up good while keeping her hair out of the way.

She stood up, and said with a big smile, "Whoops! Would you look at that? Accidents will happen!"  

The two of them laughed. She thrust her chest out at him. "Don't just stand there, my favorite son. Take all of your clothes off and lick up this mess before it all falls on the floor!"

Alan didn't see the logic in why he had to take off his clothes first, but he didn't question such an appealing command. At first he lapped up the frosting with his tongue as she stood before him, but too much frosting continued to fall. So she cleared off the kitchen counter and lay down on it. Now he could rest on top of her and lick up the frosting to his heart's content.

He very quickly got past the frosting and found her nipples. From that point on, he focused on the nipples, and used his hands to periodically feed more of the frosting into the center of her tits. He could stimulate her nipples and eat up the frosting at the same time.

Both of them were loving it. "Mom, you're a fucking genius!" he cried out at one point.

"Now, Tiger, please no profanity. Just keep sucking my tits, uh, my breasts. That's a good boy."

So he did. As they continued, things got messier and messier. Because he lay on her, soon his (luckily hairless) chest was covered with chocolate frosting, and then more and more of her became covered too.

The bowl was moved within arms' reach, and then they painted each other with it. For instance, Alan would draw a chocolate heart on her thigh, and then lick it up. Then she drew a chocolate penis and balls on his chest and licked it away, focusing on one of his nipples as she did so. However, most of the focus was on him playing with her chocolate tits.

After a couple of minutes, he asked, "Can I have my goodnight kiss early? A special chocolaty kiss?"

"Just this one time, since we have to eat the frosting..." she said hesitantly, but there really wasn't much hesitation. Alan stuffed his mouth with frosting, and then fed it into hers with his tongue. Soon they were necking with total abandon. Their only problem was they couldn't roll around, since they were liable to fall off the counter or at least make an even bigger mess all over the counter top.  

After a couple more minutes of kissing, Susan finally said, "Okay, big boy, enough of me. Now it's your turn." They sat up and then got down onto the linoleum kitchen floor, bringing the frosting bowl with them.

As they sat facing each other, Susan pointed to the bowl, and said, "All right, Tiger. You know what Mommy loves to do, and what her mouth was made to do. Stick your hot, thick thing right in there, in the middle of the bowl. Then I'll suck it off."

He eagerly did so, and as he did he half-joked, half-complained, "I'll tell you where I'd really like to stick my hot, thick thing."

She lightly punched him in the arm, but she was far too happy to really mind.

As he dipped his penis in frosting, he said, "God DAMN! Who the hell are you and what did you do with my mother? I would never have imagined you would think up this kind of crazy, sexy stuff. Sex and chocolate. What a great combination!"

Susan didn't reply, because she was eager to lick his chocolate penis. She licked it completely clean and then lathered it up again and started all over. Meanwhile he continued to knead and suck at her frosting-covered tits.

At some point Alan asked, "Hey, what about our cake?" The cake was just sitting there, uneaten.

"I know what I'd rather eat," Susan growled as her tongue slavered his penis with renewed vigor. The cake was left untouched. She still had frosting all over her, and he devoted some energy to licking it up while using the rest of his concentration to flex his PC muscle.

Eventually Alan shot his load into her mouth and she guzzled it all up. Her moans of intense pleasure were such music to his ears that he nearly felt ready to do it all over again. That was a problem with his mother: he could never get enough of her and her perfect sexy body.

When they were both done, they lay exhausted on the kitchen floor and, as if waking from a deep sleep, gazed around the kitchen surveying the damage. The floor was smeared with frosting, as was the counter, both of their bodies, and much else besides. Susan's panties were completely brown from frosting. The extra bowl of frosting was now mostly empty, and probably half of it had ended up in their mouths.

"Oh dear," Susan sighed. "What a disaster area. That was something, wasn't it?"

"Mom, I have to award this Tuesday the best Tuesday ever, just from the frosting thing alone. Well, second best. Our first Tuesday can probably never be topped. But on the other hand this one's not even over yet. Let's do this again, really soon."

"It was great, Tiger, but I don't know how much we can repeat it. I must have eaten a couple thousand calories, easy. Your mother's figure didn't just get this way magically, you know. This is like a Chernobyl disaster for my diet." She looked up. "And look! And there's the cake. Oh my. Who's going to eat that?"

"Don't worry. I think I'll end up eating most of it. I'm sure it'll be delicious, though not as great tasting as your tits. If you get hungry, just suck on my penis. It could be a great diet technique, just like sucking a lollipop instead of a cigarette."

She laughed giddily. "Okay!"

Encouraged, he added, "We could even make a best-selling diet book. We could call it something like, 'The Oedipus Guide to Losing Weight Fast: A High Protein, All Semen Diet For Mothers Who Really Love Their Sons.'"

Susan chuckled, but said, "Don't mention that name. That 'O' name. Or the 'I' word. We're just having fun while I help you with your problem."

"Okay," he replied evenly. He belatedly realized words like "incest" could ruin her mood, so he quickly moved past them. "God, I just had a thought. What if you were lactating? Then I could have chocolate and milk at once, straight from the same nipple! Wow. ... By the way, what did you think of chocolate penis? Was it delicious?"

"Tiger! Don't even ask me. Of course! Don't you know how much I love swallowing your cum? What's really great is how unnaturally sweet your seed is. Everyone says that cum is usually salty, and sometimes even bitter or sour. But yours is like a sweet dessert, with a subtle but intriguing sour touch. Kind of like sweet and sour Chinese food, actually. Anyway, it goes sooo well with chocolate! I think we're going to have to have a lot more fun with food. I'll bet your cum goes well with just about anything."

"Maybe we'll just have to try it with every kind of food there is."

She punched him in the arm again. "Maybe. And maybe you're incorrigible. Taking advantage of your defenseless mother. Really!" she tsk-tsked playfully.

Then she got more serious, and crossed her arms under her chocolate-smeared tits as if she was mad with him. "But enough fun, buster. What if someone saw this mess? Let's get this cleaned up right now. First we'll have to shower."

He suggested, "No. Wait. First let's clean up all the counters and eat some of the cake. I know we're still dripping, but we can drip onto the floor and clean that up later. I need a short time to recover, because then we can take a shower together and bring in the last of the frosting bowl, if you know what I mean."

Her eyes lit up. "I do! I do! Oh no. I can feel my hips getting flabby as we speak, but it'll be so worth it. Far from this being a diet, I wonder if any woman ever got fat just from consuming so much cum."

"Hey, that gives me an idea," said Alan. "Imagine a Dear Abby type letter about my all-cum diet book: 'Dear Sir. Thanks to your excellent book, I've lost forty pounds and everyone says I look like a teenager again. Needless to say, my eldest son was a bit surprised at first when I started sucking him off, but now he's just as big a fan of your book as I am, if not an even bigger one. But I have a problem. I have three younger sons. Once I started guzzling the seed from my eldest son on a daily basis, I could hardly neglect them. And then with all of them having their friends over after school so often, I felt bad ignoring their friends' needs as well. As a result, I'm naked and with a teenaged prick down my throat just about all the time. I hardly have any time to eat food any more, but I'm consuming so much cum that I gained five pounds last week! What should I do? Sincerely, Cum-soaked in Seattle.'"

Susan laughed. "It's a good thing you don't have any brothers. What's your imaginary reply?"

"That's easy. 'Dear Cum-soaked, Remember that you don't always have to swallow.'"

Susan giggled, then licked a gob of frosting off of Alan and put it in her mouth. She would have preferred his cum but those gobs were already all gone. "That's easier said than done, Son. I just hope for that imaginary woman's sake that her sons' cum doesn't taste as good as yours. For me, not swallowing just isn't an option!"

CHAPTER 16

The rest of the evening flew by. Alan had a mostly wordless but very memorable and orgasmic shower with Susan. She was so horny that she let him have even more liberties than before. He put soap on his penis and "washed" her ass with it. She even let him dry hump her for a few seconds under the excuse of having him wash the space between her legs with his penis.

He thought to himself, Today I've realized that my mom is a total nymphomaniac. She truly can't get enough! I seriously think her erotic nature is just starting to be revealed, and even this isn't all there is. That's almost scary! And she's so fucking HOT. But then it occurs to me that Suzanne is equally hot and horny. She's probably even more sultry, if such a thing is possibly. Then there's my "fuck toy" sister. And Amy. And Heather, bitch though she is. And Akami. Kim. This Elle woman. And.... My God! Too much! Mom is licking it so good; I'm gonna blow for sure!

Susan had already made it clear that she wanted to take his load in her mouth. But Alan had an accident. He'd been sliding his penis up and down Susan's ass crack. His penis wasn't in her asshole, but instead he'd pushed her ass cheeks together and was fucking the ass crack just like it was cleavage in a titfuck. Without any warning, his penis gave up and started shooting ropes. There was no time to change positions. The ropes flew forward and hit Susan repeatedly on her back.

He tried to make the best of the situation and turned off the water. Some cum had landed in her long hair that cascaded down her back, and he couldn't do much with that. But the gobs that landed on her skin he vigorously rubbed into her skin, until her whole back was saturated in cum and she generally smelled like a whorehouse. It turned into a very pleasant ass and back rub. Susan almost didn't mind the lack of her usual Popsicle taste treat.

But this latest ejaculation gave Alan eight orgasms for the day. He had to stop the massage after about ten minutes because he sensed he was about to get hard again and knew that if he did, Susan wouldn't let him leave until she finally had her mouth properly filled. He would have enjoyed that, but he knew he was on the verge of overdoing it. In fact, he realized that he probably already had overdone it after about the sixth time. He was pushing his luck and seriously imagined someday having to go to the hospital in an effort to save a ruined penis.

Susan was sitting on the floor of the shower by this point. She'd had so many orgasms in the shower that she could no longer stand if she wanted to.

Alan reached out to turn the water back on so he could clear his cum off her back and refresh her, giving her the energy to get up.

But as his hand went to the shower knob, she said, "No, Tiger. No thanks. I'm fine just like this. I want to go to bed smelling of my son's powerful seed."

He kept the water off.

She thought to herself as she continued to recover, One of these days I'll have to get Alan to do me like that all over. First, a hefty deposit in the mouth. That goes without saying. I could rub some of that all over my face too. Then one load to cover my back and have him rub it deep into the pores of my skin like he just did. Then another to cover my legs in the same way. Then one for my stomach and arms. Finally, he could fuck my tits just like he did my ass crack, and really take the time to rub the cum in all over my chest. Let's see... How many deposits is that? Five. He could handle that, no problem. He's done ten in one day!

Later in the day he could do a freshening up with another load on my face and into my mouth. Wouldn't it be great if my face was just caked with cum? Suzanne and Katherine would be so jealous. I'd walk around naked all day and they'd get so horny just smelling my cum-drenched skin. Maybe they wouldn't be able to handle it, and start licking me all over. Licking me in very private places....

Her thoughts were drifting into forbidden areas, as she wouldn't admit to herself that she had any lesbian tendencies. So she yanked her mind out of her fantasy and looked back at Alan.

He asked her, "What are you thinking about so deeply, Mom?"

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking what a great son you are. Let's get up. I can't just sit here forever."

Alan helped pull her up and she found she could stand, though just barely. She didn't even dry herself off with a towel, so she wouldn't lose any more of the rubbed-in cum from her back.

He sadly told her that he shouldn't have any more climaxes until the next day. So the two of them just cuddled together on the living room sofa, reading different books. Her blouse was open and his shorts unzipped. Alan liked to rest his head against his mother's spongy boobs while he read.

Susan read with one hand in his shorts, keeping his penis semi-hard by lightly fondling it. But it was more that she liked the reassuring, familiar feel of it in her hand than she wanted to stimulate him as she knew his penis was done for the day. When she wasn't doing that she caressed his chest underneath his shirt. But these caresses were low level, and they managed to keep reading their books.

Katherine came home late. Mother and son then covered up and wouldn't say a word about what they did. Susan, for all her enthusiasm, was nonetheless quite embarrassed about all the liberties she'd allowed her son. But at the same time, she purposely wore an open-backed dress to flaunt her smell.

As Katherine stood next to her mother, the smell of Alan's cum was overwhelming. Had she only known it was coming from Susan's back, she probably would have been tempted to lick it. Instead, she just cursed her mother's luck and seemingly unfettered penis access. God damn these Tuesdays. He spends way too much time with her until she literally smells like his penis. It's like every fucking day is a Tuesday for her and Tuesdays are just a bit worse. ... I wish I had my own day. If Alan really loves me, he should give me a day of my own.

Alan's day ended back in his bed with an incredibly prolonged goodnight kiss from his mother. They necked for many long minutes. Susan started out fully clothed at Alan's request, so he wouldn't get too excited, but as the kissing went on both of them gradually lost their clothes. She was finding it increasingly difficult to stay in her clothes for more than an hour or two, no matter what she did. If she didn't want to get naked for Alan, then she probably wanted to masturbate.

Then she remembered that she still hadn't given him an abnormality check, so she went ahead and did that. Alan made her swear though that she couldn't make him cum again, so she just did a thorough pressing of every last bit of his penis without stroking him at the same time. He was able to keep under control, just barely, but it drove her crazy to hold the penis but not be able to lick or suck on it, or even give it a thorough handjob. Susan ended up having an intense orgasm while she rubbed Alan's penis against her cheek.

Alan was increasingly tempted to go all the way into her mouth. But he knew he would regret having a ninth orgasm when the next morning rolled around, so instead he ended the "goodnight kiss" and rushed to the bathroom for a cold shower. That made him feel nice and refreshed anyway, so he didn't mind it too much. He fell asleep instantly and slept the sleep of the dead.

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