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.