Now that the women were being more honest, they started talking more to Alan, instead of just talking about him. For instance, Katherine asked Alan what he was thinking when he watched her by the pool, and he told her how incredibly aroused her display had made him.

It was all everyone could do not to begin masturbating. However, they held back because of Brenda. Ironically, Brenda was as horny as anyone, if not more so, but she also held back to maintain some kind of dignity. But while there was no open masturbation, many hands were drifting to private places and staying there.

Now that things were loosening up, Suzanne brought up Alan's cryptic comment about how the cake was made. Somehow Susan found herself telling the story about what they did with the frosting the night before, even though she'd planned not to tell anyone about it. Actually, Alan ended up telling most of the frosting story because Susan became too embarrassed. The story seemed to make everyone even more aroused.

No one, not even Suzanne, had gotten into sexual play with food before, and everyone was keen on trying it out immediately. But propriety stopped them from doing anything more than making jokes. Alan wondered in frustration what might have transpired had they all had a big bowl of frosting to play with right then.

The frosting story and the other stories affected Brenda terribly. She'd thought a lot during the week about her upcoming card game, and in particular about the revelations regarding Alan and what the women were doing with him. She found herself disturbed by it all, especially by the knowledge that Susan gave her son blowjobs, but she was also remarkably aroused. She also found herself strangely attracted to Alan.

Many of her feelings were a projection of her new forbidden feelings for her own son, feelings that didn't even exist consciously in her mind until the discussions that had occurred at the Plummer house the week before. Yet she found herself flummoxed by her attraction to Susan's son. Here I am, a buxom and gorgeous woman who's just won millions of dollars in a divorce settlement, and of all the people in the world I'm attracted to, it's an eighteen year old, ordinary teenager? Perhaps it's just a momentary amusement until my son graduates from high school and I can get out of this boring town and join up with the elite of the elite. That must be it. Something harmless to occupy my mind until the divorce papers come through.

Despite her mental protests, the others saw her growing increasingly affected. Her breathing was ragged, and her cheeks were flushed, just from hearing the stories. After hearing what Susan and Alan did with the chocolate frosting, she was the epitome of "hot and bothered." Her chest rocked up and down like a swinging see saw.

Suzanne deemed the time was ripe to push their new friend a little further, and turned the discussion to one of their favorite topics: the trials and tribulations of having big boobs. Soon, she asked, "By the way, Brenda, just how big are your boobs, anyway? Do you think we could measure them?"

That suggestion came too abruptly for Brenda; her tits were a very sensitive subject. She got quite livid. "Nobody here is measuring or touching my breasts in any way. Is that clear? I've heard of being casual, but this is too much! I'm beginning to think that maybe you all are trying to take advantage of me, after all. I don't know what your angle is exactly, but whatever it is, I'm not playing!"

Suzanne thought, Shit. I should have been a little more subtle. But just look at her. Long white gloves, black stockings halfway up her thigh, a micro miniskirt, those piercing dark blue eyes, and most of all, that braless white top that exposes her cleavage and exaggerates the jiggle in her shaking boobs. She's just too sexy. It's seriously fogging my brain! I'm always trying to get other people to fall prey to lust, but now my efforts are boomeranging back on me.

Katherine then unexpectedly spoke up. "Brenda, we don't have an 'angle.' It's just that we're a highly sexed household lately, as you can tell. This is all very new to us - we don't even know what we're doing most of the time. Isn't it fun to talk about sexy stuff? It's fun to talk to someone from the outside. There's really nothing more to it than that. If you want us to stop, then we'll stop talking about these things. But I think you've been enjoying these conversations as much as the rest of us. Wasn't Susan's story about the chocolate frosting a blast? Or Suzanne's story about showing my big brother some porn and then giving him his first blowjob? Or my..."

"Okay, okay, okay!" Brenda replied testily. "Fine. You're right. I'm sorry. I don't know why, but I have a very short temper. I'm under a lot of stress, and get particularly annoyed when anyone tries to touch my body, especially my boobs."

Suzanne said, "Then forget it. My apologies. I just thought it would be interesting to see with our own eyes just how big they were, but it's a minor matter. Let's go back to the card game. Who's dealing?"

Brenda spoke in a contrite voice. "Before we do that, if you'll excuse me, I have to use the bathroom. I'll just be a minute." She went to the bathroom, but was much longer than a minute. In fact, she frigged herself madly while there until she came. That was over quickly, but the harder part was cleaning herself and the bathroom. Since her panties were totally soaked, she had to wash them and dry them at least somewhat with a towel.

The fact was, she was sorely tempted to bare her tits for Alan, and her eagerness to do so frightened her and caused an overreaction in the other direction.

CHAPTER 3

The card playing resumed, along with the talking and drinking. As the time went by, Brenda found her willpower weakening. What really did her in was when Alan said, "If you'll excuse me, I've been hard so long this evening looking at all you lovely ladies that my member is really straining my shorts. Brenda, would you mind if I take it out and give it some air? It's so cramped in there." He'd wanted to do that from much earlier in the evening, but had restrained himself because of Brenda. However, he couldn't hold out any longer. His penis was in serious pain from being hard and unrelieved for several hours.

Before Brenda could answer, Suzanne said gently in her whispery rasp, "Sweetie, wouldn't it be better if somebody blew you? With Susan getting it all of yesterday, and me having a turn earlier, I think it's your sister's turn next."

Alan answered, "Thanks for pointing that out. Yes, Sis, you're next. But I think I overdid it yesterday. I'd like to just let it hang out a little. Would that be okay, Brenda?"

Everyone looked at Brenda, and she coughed nervously. "Um, it's not my house. I'm just a guest. So, whatever you want to do, I'll try to respect your rules and traditions." In reality, she really wanted to see this much-discussed penis, but was attempting to hide her enthusiasm.

Alan for his part just wanted to see Brenda's tits exposed, and had been planning his own schemes ever since Suzanne suggested the measuring idea. So without further ado, he unzipped his shorts and flopped his rigid penis onto his thigh.

Brenda gasped. The other three women merely licked their lips, as they were very accustomed to the arousing sight of Alan's penis. Since he was sitting next to Brenda, she leaned down and placed her face within two feet of his crotch. She found herself saying, "It IS bigger and thicker than a normal penis. I've never had one like THAT in me before." She then put her hands over her mouth and blushed when she realized what she had said. She shyly added, "If you'll excuse me. I'll be back in a jiffy."

Brenda walked to the bathroom in a slow and dignified manner, but as soon as she entered inside, she nearly ripped her panties off, and eagerly frigged herself. The others could hear quite a few muffled but loud squeaks originating from the bathroom. After another abnormally long stay there, she returned and resumed playing cards, trying to act calm. But her attention was on the penis next to her and not on the game.

When Alan lifted his penis up and idly stroked it, Brenda's eyes nearly popped out of her head. The fact that the other three women were talking among themselves about how delicious his cum tasted didn't help matters. Nor did it help when Brenda looked at the other women's faces one by one, and each one deliberately ran their tongues around their mouths, just for fun.

A few minutes later, Katherine said, "Brother, what have we all warned you about? Chafing. No need for you to do that yourself with your sports scarred hands. Leave it to soft female hands. Like mine." Since she was already sitting next to him, on the opposite side from Brenda, she reached over to his lap and started jacking him off.

It had only been fifteen minutes since Brenda's last bathroom trip, but she declared she had to go again. Her claim was that she had the runs, but by now everyone knew exactly what she was doing. If anyone still wasn't wise to her actions, the screams from the bathroom certainly made them clear. The others all giggled as the intense screams grew louder and louder but then came to a sudden halt. Brenda obviously was not quiet during her orgasms.

Brenda combed her hair and reapplied some light makeup, but she nonetheless reappeared quite disheveled. She'd cum so much that she didn't know what to do with her panties. Since she had neglected to bring a purse where she could have placed them, she was forced to wear the now drenched panties. She'd given up her futile attempts to wash and then dry them with each bathroom visit. She made wet, squishy sounds every time she moved about in her chair.

The card game proceeded much as before, except for the fact that Brenda's eyes in particular were glued to the sight of Alan's penis being jacked off. Every now and then she caught a quick glance at her cards to maintain pretenses, but then she returned her full attention to his penis.

Even though Katherine had a hand pumping on Alan's penis, in fact was paying more attention to the card game than Brenda was. It was as if her hand was working on autopilot. She was pondering her cards when Alan muttered, "Oh no."

Before anyone realized what was happening, Alan's penis started shooting its seed. This was the danger of being jacked or sucked off for extended periods, staying right on the edge most of the time. There was always the danger that the edge could be unexpectedly crossed at any moment.

The penis was pointed in no direction in particular, and long ropes of cum flew through the air. Susan happened to be nearby, and leaned out and had the ropes hit her in the face. She had a nice, unexpected cum-drenching. That pleased her greatly, but she was far less pleased with her daughter. When the climax was over, she got positively angry.

"Katherine Anne Plummer, I'm very upset with you. We trust you with his penis, and look what happens!"

"I'm sorry, Mom."

"Sorry? You wasted half of a precious load. You could have wasted the whole thing had I not acted quickly." Susan was rubbing the cum into her cheeks as she spoke.

"Mom, it's really my fault," Alan piped up.

"Nonsense. Your job is just to have fun. It's up to us women to take care of such things. This is part of the job of the penis tender. Angel, you can't lose focus. You have to concentrate intently on pleasing his penis at all times, even while doing other things. I'm going to think twice before giving you control in such a situation."

"But Mom!" Katherine griped.

"No buts. I'm in charge of this household. Suzanne, why don't you take over? I'm sure you're not going to slip up like that."

Susan turned to Brenda. "I'm so sorry. This never happens." She was apologizing for the loss of cum, as if the handjob was a perfectly normal occurrence except for the sudden eruption. Brenda just stared with gaping mouth at the cum slowly dripping down Susan's face.

Susan still seemed cross about the whole event, but within minutes Suzanne's pumping hands had Alan's penis hard again. That calmed Susan down, as she saw that his penis was being well taken care of again. The card game continued.

For Brenda though, the sight of Alan's quick revival was too much for her to take. She again excused herself to the bathroom to "powder her nose." It took even longer for her to return than the previous trips.

The others all joked about what Brenda was doing while she was gone, especially since this time, the sound of Brenda cumming in the bathroom could practically be heard blocks away.

With their guest was gone for many minutes, Susan lectured Katherine more extensively on the responsibilities of tending to Alan's penis. Meanwhile, Suzanne thought that sucking on Alan's penis might be too much action too soon for Brenda to see, so she had a lengthy cocksucking session every minute Brenda was in the bathroom. When she heard the bathroom door open, she switched back to merely slowly jacking him off.

When Brenda came back after about ten minutes it was clear that she knew everyone else knew exactly what she had been doing. There was no way not to know, if only from the piercing screams. But everyone maintained polite fictions, and Brenda didn't seem to mind. She was seriously blissed out. She was fairly drunk from the wine they'd been steadily drinking, but she was even more drunk with an erotic high.

Suzanne still was on a crusade to see Brenda's boobs unbared, and so was Alan, though the two were operating independently of each other. Suzanne deemed it time to bring up the tit measuring idea again. She asked, "By the way Brenda, you know when it was mentioned before that we should measure your breasts, I forgot to just ask what your size was. What bra do you wear, anyway?"

Brenda smiled proudly. "I'm a double-F."

"Double-F?!?" Suzanne said incredulously. "But you're so short! You're like six inches shorter than me, and you're saying you're that big?"

"Yep," Brenda said with eyes closed and just a touch of smugness.

Alan asked, "What's a double-F? I know the scale up to about D, and then I get lost."

Suzanne replied, "It goes D, then double-D, then E, then F, and then double-F. Then G. I don't know why some letters get double, and others don't, but there it is." Her hand pumping on Alan's shaft was becoming tired, so she switched hands.

Alan mentioned, "I know double-D. That's how big Dolly Parton and Pamela Anderson are. What's everyone else?"

"I'm an E, Sweetie. So is your mother. We're exactly the same. Amy is a D, but she might have to move up to a double-D soon. We're late bloomers in our family. Katherine, I assume you're a D as well?"

"Yeah," Katherine said sullenly. She felt very inadequate in the chest department and wanted to change the topic. The earlier lecture by Susan also soured her mood.

Alan said to her consolingly, "Hey, D is great. That's equal to or better than just about every famous movie actress." But he couldn't help turn to Brenda and say, "But double-F? That's just crazy. There's no way. You're telling me you're three sizes larger than Dolly Parton? She's already impossibly stacked."

"Yeah," Brenda pointed out, "but she's like five foot tall, if even that, so they seem a couple sizes bigger. The height is important. Your mother and Suzanne look more like double-D's except they're so tall that they're actually even bigger than that."

"But double-F? Come on! You're not that tall either."

"Hey, honey. If you don't believe it, measure it yourself."

"Believe me, I'd like to. But you said earlier that you hate being touched. You practically walked out on us."

"I changed my mind." Brenda was panting heavily again, as her eyes stayed glued to Alan's penis, especially the sight of Suzanne's hand slipping and sliding up and down on the copious pre-cum. Suzanne had her face near his penis, and she was licking an imaginary penis in the open air. Clearly Suzanne was just managing to hold off from shoving the penis deep in her mouth. Brenda was fascinated by the obvious enthusiasm displayed by the normally jaded Suzanne.

Brenda continued, "Uh, I mean, I don't want you to think I'm a liar. So if you feel that strongly about it, then go ahead." She added, breathlessly, "Do whatever you have to do."

Everyone happily agreeing that Brenda should be measured. Susan ran off to get the tape measure. Meanwhile the whole group moved into the living room and Brenda sat up on a coffee table. She asked, "Where would you like me, Alan? Would you like me like this?"

She spread her legs wide. That made Alan think, What's she sitting like that for? It's not like I'm measuring her pussy. Dang!

Her miniskirt naturally rode up to her waist to accommodate her spread legs. That put her white panties on prominent display. She was so drunk that she didn't seem to know or care what she was showing. She presumably wouldn't have wanted anyone to see just how soaked her panties were. She was leaking so copiously that she created a small puddle on the table after sitting there just a couple of minutes. The smell of pussy filled the air. Everyone was very wet between the legs now, especially Suzanne who had managed to secretly cum several times by touching her clit. But the pungent smell of Brenda's sex overwhelmed all others.

Alan also wondered about her wording. She said, "Where would you like me?" Is this some not so subtle signal? She's spreading her legs for me, and she seems to only want me to measure her, not anyone else. I wish I was brave. Mom said I should just be a real man and take control of a woman. On the other hand, Brenda's the moody type. If we go too far, she may never want to talk to us again, and there's no way I want that. I have to keep seeing this improbably proportioned woman. And with such a cute face! It's almost like a baby face at times. No way am I going to mess this up. Just imagine if I could fuck THIS piece of ass. Wow. I'm going to take it real easy, and let her take the lead so she can't complain.

Alan was so busy thinking that he didn't get around to answering her question. But it didn't really matter. Brenda appeared lost in her own blissful world. Suzanne took advantage of the pause in the conversation and action to lick his penis head for a minute or two.

Susan returned with the tape measure and handed it to Alan. He coughed, and then said, "Uh, Brenda, before we start, it would be better if you take your top off. 'Cos, you know, the fabric is pretty thick and it might mess up the results."

"Better?" she asked dumbly, as she tried to focus on his words. "Ah, yes. Better without the top. I agree. Here goes!"

She removed her top, but it took some time since she was drunk and the top was tight. She struggled with pulling it over her head, but that just gave Alan a great chance to see her bare chest shake for the first time. Then she took off her long gloves, though there was no measurement need for that. She put her hands on her miniskirt, and seemed to have a mind to take that off, too. But then her hands stopped moving and just lingered there, holding the hem of her skirt.

She finally looked up and laughed. Alan and the others all stared at her naked chest in pure amazement. She was accustomed to such stares, even though very few were lucky enough to actually see her topless. Suzanne's wanton excitement could be seen by the way she was now frantically pumping on Alan's rod.

Brenda had forgotten about Alan's exposed penis when she started undressing. But with Suzanne's hands enthusiastically slapping and squishing along his slickness, Brenda's eyes drifted downward, causing her to gasp again. Alan could hear Brenda mutter, "Snake ... the big snake..."

Alan's eyes followed Brenda's down into his own lap. He also was a bit surprised to notice that he was being jacked off. He was somewhat drunk, like everyone else, and over the course of the evening his penis had been either held, lightly fondled, jacked off, or sucked off. He often lost track exactly what was happening to his penis at any given moment. The only thing he knew for sure was that he felt good.

CHAPTER 4

Brenda stared at Alan's crotch, and everyone else stared at her chest. Alan pretended as if his penis wasn't sticking straight out from his body. He was the first to break the spell when he said, "Brenda? Um, I guess it's time to do the measuring. Are you ready?"

"I'm ready, Alan. I'm ready for you. Do it to me." She cupped her boobs enticingly.

Alan noticed her body shudder. He looked back down at her crotch which was still spread wide, and revealing more juices squirting out of her hole. Her thoroughly soaked panties were nearly invisible and hid nothing.

He brought the tape measure up to her chest and put it around her back, but aside from that he didn't know what to do. He felt intimidated to actually touch her tits, so he just held both ends of the tape measure away from them. He fidgeted and then asked, "What am I supposed to do now?"

Suzanne rushed to his rescue. She was glad for an opening where she too could grope Brenda's tits. "Here." She put her hands over his and guided his hands down. "You measure her below the boobs and then right across the nipples." She brushed her fingers across Brenda's nipples as if she had to do that for Alan to understand. Brenda shuddered. "The bra size is the number of inches difference from here to here. Like this." Suzanne lightly brushed Brenda's remarkably extended nipples a couple more times, just because she could.

Suzanne's hands then guided Alan's hand to where he needed to take the first measurement, and then she let go and reattached herself to his penis. She remained pressed into Alan's side, with one hand on Brenda's shoulder (Brenda was so drunk she was in danger of falling), and the other hand stroking Alan's rod.

Brenda, who had her eyes glued to Alan's crotch anyway, again noticed Suzanne's performance on his erection. But she asked, as if she hadn't seen anything up until now, "Wh-wh-what are you d-d-d-doing, Suzanne?"

"Your tits seem to have made him even more excited than before, so he needs extra help. His medical needs, you know. After all, it is my turn. If you mind, just let me know and I'll stop."

"No!" cried Brenda and Alan at once.

Alan meanwhile did the first measurement and then placed the tape measure directly over her chest. But he still hesitated and avoided touching her.

"Just touch them already," Brenda herself complained. "I want you to. I don't bite."

"I thought you got annoyed when..."

"Go ahead," she interrupted. "This is different. I don't mind when it's you."

"Okay." He placed both hands on her tits, and cupped them. "Wow! They feel real." He was starting to get to know different kinds of breasts. Out of all the breasts he's fondled, the only ones he would guess were fake were Heather's, but Brenda's didn't feel like Heather's at all.

"Of course they're real," Brenda replied with pride.

Alan still held the tape measure in his hands, and tried to figure out what to do with it, even as he surreptitiously groped. "Suzanne, where am I supposed to put it exactly? You said right across the nipples, but hers are so extended. That's going to make a big difference in the measurement, just from the nipples. Should I go just above them?"

Suzanne moved in with her non-stroking hand. She grabbed Brenda's tit, and then tweaked a nipple. "Hmm. I see what you mean. They are big. Those are some nipples, that's for sure. But just go right onto them and pull the tape measure tight." She reluctantly let go after more tweaking and pulling of both nipples, and focused more of her concentration on jacking off Alan. Brenda moaned loudly.

So Alan finally measured Brenda's tits. When he pulled the tape measure tight, pushing her nipples back into her soft mountains, Brenda moaned some more and trembled from yet another orgasm. It took him a couple more minutes of fumbling and groping before he finally pronounced the job done. He could have gone on much longer, and wanted to, but Suzanne's ministrations created an extremely urgent sensation in his penis. He thought it would be impolite to cum on Brenda, but that's what was going to happen unless something changed soon.

He removed his hands from Brenda and said, "Can everyone close their eyes?" He looked back towards Katherine and Susan, sitting on a couch behind him. They looked hot and bothered too, and their hands has slipped underneath their clothes. "Please?" he said more urgently. "I'm about to shoot any second. Suzanne, can you help me avoid a mess?"

"Sure, Sweetie." She dropped to her knees and put his penis in her mouth.

The touch of her wet mouth on the tip of his penis pushed Alan over the edge before she could even give him a thorough sucking. He closed his eyes and held on with all his might, clenching his PC muscle. But he knew he couldn't last long, and shouted, "I'm losing it!" Suzanne knew he was past the point of return, so she sucked him even more enthusiastically instead of letting up.

Brenda had never closed her eyes, and stared in wonder at what Suzanne was doing practically in her own lap. Neither Katherine nor Susan kept their eyes closed for long. All three watched as Suzanne's mouth rode Alan's penis like a cowboy riding a bucking bronco.

Alan even instinctively leaned out and held onto Brenda's shoulders for support as seconds past by and he still managed to hold off the impeding cum explosion.

However, Brenda needed support more than Alan did. She fell forward and enveloped his chest with her massive, soft tits. Alan found himself hugging her.

Suzanne was going to swallow his load in the usual way, but at the very last second she had a devilish thought. Just to inflame Brenda's desire, she took the penis out of her mouth and lay back on the couch she'd been sitting on. Holding it a foot or two from her face, she let Alan spurt all onto her face. It was like the Niagara Falls. The cum just kept coming. Most of it hit Suzanne square in the mouth, and soon found its way down her throat. It wasn't only Brenda who was staggered by the sight. There wasn't a dry seat in the room.

When she was done, she wiped her face clean of any stray cum gobs, and zipped Alan back up. He reluctantly pushed Brenda away and propped her back up, one hand cupping a tit, one hand on her shoulder. Then Suzanne blithely said, "Thanks, Brenda. Shall we go back to cards?" This idea of restarting the card game was quite bold, considering everything that had just happened, but that's was Suzanne's intention.

Everyone, including Brenda, wandered back to the dining room where the cards still lay on the table. Brenda was so out of it she left her top back in the living room. Even though her tits now bounced up and down like a yo-yo with every step she took, she seemed completely unaware that she was still half-naked. Not only that, but she was so wet that she literally made squishing sounds as she walked. Alan half-seriously wondered to himself if Brenda would even be able to remember her name at this point. She looked like she was stoned or a zombie.

They all sat back at the dining room table, and Suzanne dealt the cards. Alan was fairly amazed they would continue playing, especially given Brenda's condition. He thought aloud, "Yep, I believe it now. Brenda really is a double-F cup. Unreal. And they're so soft. They're seriously like pillows or marshmallows or something. How on Earth do they stay up so high? Brenda, you could, like, thwack yourself in the face with those."

Brenda giggled, which caused her chest to jiggle and heave. "Yep! That's happened. I got a black eye running to answer the phone naked once." She laughed some more.

Susan had been fairly quiet. She was aroused by it all, but also increasingly sullen from boob envy. Furthermore, she was worried that Brenda would be angry. So she asked, "Brenda, you've not going to be angry with us tomorrow, are you?"

Brenda giggled some more. "I don't know what I'll remember tomorrow. I hope I remember something, because this is too much fun. No, Alan is quite a gentleman. It's cute how he's so shy to touch me. ... Speaking of touching, Alan, don't you need to, like, air out your shorts or something? You know, take your penis out? And if, you know, you have to be helped some more, maybe I should be the one to help. If I helped cause the problem in the first place. ... That is, you know... I could even ... with my mouth..."

Alan took his penis out of his shorts again. It was already hard again, primarily due to Brenda's continued nakedness. But in fact he didn't really want another orgasm. His penis still needed a rest after the busy previous day. So he decided to take advantage of his post-coital restrained mood and torment Brenda a bit. "Thanks, Brenda, but you're not offering to give me a blowjob, are you? Because I know you would never do something like that."

She looked at him with surprise, and stammered without speaking. He continued, "I know you're not some kind of cum-crazy cock slut, are you? That doesn't seem like you. The reason you're panting right now isn't because you're desperate to have me take my penis and shove it in your mouth, so you can swirl your tongue around it, right?" She shook her head no, more in a state of shock than anything else. She didn't expect this rejection.

He went on, "I thought not. It's a good thing, too, because I already have all the big-titted cum addicts I can handle right here in this room. If you want to lick my Popsicle, you'll have to wait your turn, unfortunately. I'd rather have my very own mother or sister suck me off at all hours of day and night. And they do. You should have seen my mother yesterday. She was on her hands and knees worshipping my fuck rod all day long, starting when she woke me with a blowjob. And then there's Suzanne. I need her just as much. No one beats her for technique. She even knows how to deep throat."

Katherine and Susan were very surprised to hear that, and took jealous note.

He went on, "So it's a good thing you don't desire to feel my piping hot penis thrusting in and out of your mouth, because I don't know when I'd be able to work you into my busy schedule."

"Oh, God, no!" Brenda cried out.

Alan wasn't sure what she meant by 'no,' and perhaps, neither did she.

"I have to, I have to, um, use the bathroom again," she panted, but she didn't rise. The rejection hit her like a lightning strike and excited her more than anything else she could remember. She had never been rejected physically, and the rejection doubled her desire. Her hands were underneath the table, and within seconds Alan saw all the muscles in her body change from tense to relaxed. Then a curious expression appeared on her face. She looked like someone who'd just peed in her pants, which wasn't far from what happened, except that it wasn't pee and she wasn't wearing pants.

Alan peered around the table. Both Susan and Katherine had their hands underneath the table and appeared to be happily sawing away.

Suzanne had more control (thanks to her recent climaxes) and had her hands on the table. She gave Alan a puzzled look, as if saying, "Why are you trying to scare her off?" But Alan wasn't too worried. He'd instinctively detected something in Brenda and somehow felt this was exactly what she wanted to hear.

It seemed to work in spades. Brenda was now slumped down in her chair, completely overcome with emotion. The only reason she wasn't frigging herself further into ecstasy was that she was too overwhelmed from the previous orgasm to move. Her body continued to shudder every couple of seconds, as if Alan's words were like bolts of electricity that kept firing into her long after he'd finished speaking.

Suzanne stood up. She also had her instincts, and they told her Brenda had been pushed far enough for one evening. She said, "I don't think we're going to play any more cards tonight." The cards that had been dealt when they returned to the dining room table still sat on the table, forgotten. "Brenda, you seem tired. Why don't you take a little nap in the living room? You're in no shape to drive home like this."

"Okay," Brenda said in a small voice. "Thanks, y'all. I had a great time." Suzanne picked Brenda up and physically carried her to the living room. For Suzanne, a fit woman with an Amazon-sized physique, carrying the smaller Brenda was no trouble at all. Brenda fell asleep the instant Suzanne put her down on a couch.

Katherine went to bed. She didn't had as much fun as the others. She hoped that Alan was sincere in not needing Brenda's sexual help, but she highly doubted it. Susan on the other hand was too blissed out on a sexual high to think much. She lingered in the kitchen, mostly waiting for Alan to go upstairs so she could get her goodnight kiss.

Suzanne called out to Alan, "Sweetie, can you come over here?" Alan walked over to where Brenda lay.

"What is it?"

"I need some help here. We need to take her panties off. I'll lift her hips up and you slip them off."

"Wait a second. Just why are we doing that?"

"Look at her! She's completely soaked. She'll catch a cold. It's like sleeping in a puddle, except in this case it's a puddle of cum. We have to dry her off and cover her up."

So Alan did what he was told. He not only took the panties off, but he washed and dried her crotch with a towel. Needless to say, he had a great view of everything. Her pussy lips were open, and the inner membranes continued to glisten with new juices.

"Why am I the one to do this?" he asked rather belatedly, as he wiped Brenda clean of her copious juices. Just the act of wiping her vagina seemed to trigger an automatic response in her body to secrete more fluid, thus requiring him to wipe the area again. The process kept repeating, and he made little headway. He turned to Suzanne and asked, "Isn't it better if you do it?"

"Sweetie, you have to know something about me. My heart is in the right place, but sometimes my ethics waver a bit when it comes to sex. If I did the cleaning, I just might decide something along the lines that my tongue would do a better job of it than a towel. Whereas I know you would never take advantage of a sleeping woman."

That excuse was partially true, but Suzanne also simply delighted in putting Alan in sexual situations.

She added, "Please don't think any less of me, Sweetie. I try, but I'm helplessly enslaved to my own passions." Just to delight in her own irony, she further noted, "You wouldn't believe some of the amoral sexual schemes I've done over the years when cheating on my husband." Alan of course had no idea that her grandest scheme of all was his six times a day diagnosis.

She made numerous comments about Brenda's physique while Alan cleaned her. "Look at her nipples. Even when she's asleep they're longer and harder than any of ours when we're fully aroused. How strange. What kind of clothing could she possibly wear that wouldn't look like her nipples were bursting through the fabric?" These comments didn't make his work any easier.

Brenda was out cold. They put a blanket over her and let her sleep.

Suzanne returned to the dining room table, and sat down to rest with Susan and Alan. She commented, "Let's hope she doesn't remember too much of that tomorrow. She might be angry in the light of day. She certainly is a case, isn't she?"

Suzanne looked at the chair Brenda had been sitting in. "Holy cow! Would you look at this? There's like a lake of cum here. Literally a lake. That is some woman. Not only that, but she left another puddle back in the living room. It's like she's really a giant water balloon filled with nothing but pussy juice. Jesus."

Suzanne volunteered to stay up until Brenda awoke and then take her home. Her son would worry if she didn't come home at all. Susan and Alan went upstairs.

CHAPTER 5

The night didn't end for Alan when Brenda left. He lay down and prepared to fall asleep, but he'd forgotten about his mother and her favorite new nightly tradition.

A few minutes later, Susan came in to give him a goodnight kiss. She wore a semi-transparent nightgown, but took it off her chest before she even reached his side. She appeared to need reassurance that Alan didn't like Brenda in any way more than her. She was mostly worried about her "merely" E-sized boobs.

"I'll bet you like Brenda's hooters," she said in a melancholy tone. "But how do they compare with Mommy's?"

"Mom, your boobs are great. They're my favorite."

She smiled in shy delight, and pulled back his covers. Then, without asking, she started jacking him off. "Awww. You're just saying that to be nice."

"No, really Mom. Your tits are so fine. They're ten different kinds of fine. Your whole body is so fantastic."

"Are you sure? I want you to be sure. Mommy will let you play with her titties just a little bit to help you make sure."

So Alan groped a tit with one hand. Strangely, he chose to put his other hand on her face. He fed two fingers into her mouth, and she eagerly sucked at them.

She asked in a very motherly tone, "So how was your day, Tiger? How did your classes go?"

He tried his best to answer, but between her sucking on his fingers, jacking off his penis, and letting him play with her tits, she made it extremely difficult for him to concentrate.

She continued to ask him the same mundane questions she'd always asked him. "So did you do all your homework?" she mumbled as he practically fucked her mouth with his hand.

"No, to be honest I didn't," he somehow managed to answer.

"Oh no. Tiger's been a bad, bad boy. He needs to be punished. Mommy's going to have to drain your balls of all your cum so you can study better for school." She dropped down and sucked on his penis.

Alan was amused at his "punishment." Nothing could be more pleasurable, especially since she was giving head so very well lately. The blowjob seemed to go on and on and on. She allowed him to keep fondling her tits, so she started cumming long before he did. She moaned and writhed as he mercilessly worked on stimulating her sensitive breasts.

When it was done and he'd shot his load into her mouth, she grabbed at the nightgown hanging around her waist and fumbled at it, pulling it back up. She smiled a loving smile, as she readied herself to go, and then remembered, "Oh my! I almost forgot. The goodnight kiss. That's why I came in here."

They kissed, but she wouldn't allow him to play with her tits at the same time. "Please no more, Tiger," she complained. "Mommy's tits are too sensitive. It feels too good. You don't want Mommy to get all dehydrated from cumming too much like Brenda, do you?"

After that, their horny urges were sedated so they just hugged tenderly. Susan said, "By the way, did I tell you that Akami gave me the scare of my life today?"

"No. What happened?"

"Well, she called on the phone and said, 'Mrs. Plummer, I have good news. We've gotten the latest lab results back and Alan's thyroid levels are back to normal. He no longer needs to be stimulated six times a day. In fact, he doesn't have to be stimulated at all.'

"I nearly had a heart attack. I felt my whole world collapsing around me, and it was as if I was falling down a dark tunnel. There was complete silence on my end of the phone, so I guess Akami thought I wasn't taking it well. She quickly said, 'Kidding! I was just kidding! That was just a joke. Of course his levels are still low and he still needs the treatment.' It turns out she was just calling to remind us that you have an appointment with her on Friday. But it really scared the hell out of me.

"But it was a good thing. It opened my eyes and made me realize that I don't want this to end. If somehow your condition does get better, promise me that we won't stop? Ever?"

"Mom, I should be asking you that. Of course I'd love to continue. No matter what."

She hugged him tighter. "I'm so glad to hear that. I don't know what I'll do when you have to go away to college. I hope that when you get a serious girlfriend or even a wife, you'll still let me suck your cock every day. You mean so much to me and helping you has revitalized my sexuality and my whole life. I can't go without it. I just can't. But no matter what happens, we cannot have sex, you understand that? It's wrong. It's a sin. We have to just appreciate what we have, and not push our luck."

Alan replied, "Okay, Mom, whatever you say. I promise to obey whatever boundaries you set." They continued to hug in silence. Alan mentally kicked himself that he could come so close to total nirvana with his mother yet always be stymied. But he vowed to truly respect her wishes.

Thanks to that final orgasm, Alan ended up with six climaxes for the day. The number was below what he'd been doing in recent days, but he still felt it was pushing his penis. He felt all these days of activity were literally changing his penis, and that he was on the edge of some kind of danger zone. For instance, he hadn't really paid attention to the size of his balls, but he was certain that they used to be considerably smaller. It seemed like his balls were twice their old size. He imagined that his semen production had dramatically increased to keep up with demand, and that his balls were bloated with cum.

He also noticed a change in his diet. He was eating more food and especially drinking much more, yet not gaining any weight. He suspected that most of his diet was being released as cum.

CHAPTER 6 (Thursday, Nov. 7)

Thursday was a disappointing come-down for Alan in nearly every way when compared to the past couple of days. Not only was he physically exhausted and hung over, but his penis was sore and exhausted too. Susan allowed him to sleep through the nine minute snooze delay on his alarm clock several times. So when he finally did get up there was no time for sexual fun. He just had time to eat a bowl of cereal before rushing off to school.

For once, nothing happened during lunch. Glory thought it wise that they didn't spend every single lunch together, for appearance's sake. He sat with his friends Peter and Sean in the school cafeteria. They could hardly believe he was there.

Tennis seemed to last forever, and he lost all three matches. The last match was a complete humiliation against the best player on the team.

So he wasn't in a great mood as he drove over to Kim's house for the biweekly orgy there. He was just too exhausted. He was also sweaty and dirty from tennis, but he hoped a shower at Kim's would liven him up and put him in more of a sexual frame of mind. He thought, The day is already more than half way over, and I haven't seen one naked female yet. How bizarre is that? Talk about changing expectations. I'd never even SEEN a real naked woman until a matter of weeks ago. Oh well. At least the S Club orgy will make up for a bad day. My balls are practically bursting and ready to deposit a couple of hefty loads.

By the time he arrived at Kim's house, Kim and Katherine had been going at it with each other for two hours already. Alan let himself in, and went up to Kim's bedroom. His sister briefly paused sucking a nipple long enough to say hi.

He took his shower, but didn't feel terribly revived. The first thing he wanted to do was fuck his sister, which he did. But his performance was nowhere near his usual standards. He was like a half dead man that had collapsed upon her. But since she was his sister, she was understanding. The fuck was over in less than five minutes.

He tried to be commanding and build on his authoritative style from the last time they were together. So he said to Kim, "Clean it up. Clean up everything."

"Yes, sir!" Kim said with a salute. Alan liked that, and the response slightly revived him. She licked up all of his and Katherine's juices from his dick without protest. The activity kept his penis partially hard. He still felt like his energy was crashing.

Yet, funnily enough, even as his mind was closing down for a rest, his penis responded to all the licking and grew harder the more she "cleaned up." Before he knew what was happening, she was sucking him off. He didn't even want it - if he was going to shoot another load, he would far prefer another fuck or at least a dual blowjob. But he was too tired to do anything but let her continue.

He was too tired to hold back in any way with his PC muscle either. So, in a matter of minutes his cum burst out of him like a broken down dam. Kim still was inexperienced with blowjobs, and for some reason this seemed to be an unusually large load. Her eyes bugged out and it looked like she would choke as the flood of cum filled her mouth and poured down her chin. But she struggled to keep up and managed to swallow most of it.

When she was done, she asked him, calmly, "How was that?"

"Good for me, of course, but how about you? Are you okay?"

"Never been better. I just love doing that. If only women had penises." There were actually tears in her eyes from the struggle, but she really did seem to enjoy it.

Alan was too wiped out to ask more. He merely said, as he closed his eyes, "Now do my sister, please. Get her all clean."

"Mmm. More Plummer family cum. I'll take it any way I can." She dove into Katherine's pussy. A river of seed poured out of Katherine's hole, but Kim soon took care of that. When the cum was finally cleaned up, Kim continued to lick until Katherine bent backwards and shouted out for joy.

But Alan missed most of that arousing sight. He went from metaphorical collapse to literal collapse. He closed his eyes, and the next thing he knew it was just after six o'clock and past the time to go home. Kim and Katherine had let him sleep for an hour. He woke up alone. Kim and Katherine had vacated the bedroom to allow him to sleep while they continued to make love to each other elsewhere in the house.

He was a bit chagrined; disappointed that he didn't get to fuck them some more. But upon reflection he thought it was probably for the best. He needed to sleep more than to fuck, and it was only his pride and sense of obligation that drove him to Kim's house in the first place. Mainly, as he didn't want to let down his expectant sister. He was frequently worried lately that she was feeling neglected and inadequate, since she had to compete with the likes of Susan, Suzanne, and Brenda. He rightly guessed her feelings, but on the other hand her newfound sexual desires were so great that she would have felt neglected even if he were fucking her a couple of times every single day. Perhaps in time her desires would abate some, but she was thrilled with the discovery of sex.

Even with the nap, he felt beyond tired. Four consecutive days of a tennis tournament were catching up to him all at once. Susan and Katherine left him alone during dinner, and afterwards he flopped into the living room and watched old TV reruns.

He'd had a bad day, by his usual standards. The worst thing was, he had a essay due in one of his classes the next day and he hadn't even started on it. It weighed heavily on his mind all day. He figured he would be up late. At least it was a creative essay, a mock college application, so he didn't have to do any research. To help him avoid distractions, Katherine retreated to her room and Susan actually left the house for a social visit. But he was too tired to think, so he watched the TV instead.

CHAPTER 7

He hadn't been watching television very long when Amy came for a visit. She was unaware that he was not to be disturbed, and wanted his undivided attention. She came bounding into the living room dressed in her cheerleading uniform.

"Howdy, Alan. What's shakin'?" She shook her pom-poms as she said this.

"Oh, nothing much. Just blowing off some school work. I've become such the juvenile delinquent lately."

"Hey, if you're wasting time, can you help me out?"

"Sure. I'm just looking for excuses to put off this essay I'm supposed to write anyways. What is it?"

"Tomorrow's a big football game and I want to make sure I've got all my routines down right. Can you watch me do my routines and give me a review?"

Alan thought as he smiled to himself, Ah, the ol' "can I practice my cheerleader routine on you" gambit. Katherine tried this on me not too long ago, and to great success for the both of us. Dang. That seems like years ago. I was a totally different guy back then. I wonder if Amy knows about that incident. Probably not. I don't think Katherine's been talking about that kind of thing with her. ... The question is, what should I do? Sis said don't play with Amy too much. But maybe an inspiring sight will revive my energies and turn my day around.

"Sure. Sounds great." He turned off the TV and sat back in his chair.

She cried "Goody!" and picked out one of his CDs and put it in the stereo. The song was "My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It)" by En Vogue. Alan liked that one. Before she started, she shyly said, "I hope you don't mind, but I'm kind of not wearing any underwear. Since that is the house rule and all."

Sitting on a couch across from him, she placed a leg up, hiked up her skirt, and showed off her shaved pussy. "So you might see a lot of this."

Alan smiled. This should be good. Just what the doctor ordered. "Why should I mind? That's all the better."

She had a worried look on her face, but it was apparently just an act because then she then said, "And if we don't watch out, you might also see a bunch of this." She turned around in her chair and pulled up her skirt again so Alan could get a nice eyeful of her ass. Alan swore he was able to see a knowing smile on her face peeking through despite her concerned facade.

"I think I could survive that too. Please go ahead."

"M'kay!" She stood up and clapped her hands, suddenly exuberant with joy. She launched into her routine and danced up a storm. She was good. Very good. She had a natural knack for cheerleading, and was reasonably adept at showing off her pussy or ass at every opportunity. It seemed half the routines she did involved kicking. There was lots of high kicking where she brought a leg all the way up to her face and kept it there.

But there was a problem. Alan was unmistakably aroused mentally, but his penis just wasn't responding. It lay there like a dead fish. That wasn't terribly surprising since it was sore and he felt like the walking dead generally, but it was still disappointing. So far it always seemed that no matter how bad he hurt or lacked energy, he penis would rise for the occasion.

The song ended with Amy doing a dramatic splits. Alan clapped and said positive things about her performance, but still he frowned. He asked, "Amy, can you do me a favor and take your top off for a minute?"

"M'kay! Heck, why not take all my clothes off? Don't you think that's better?"

He thought that was a great idea, but suggested they go to his room first. When he opened the door to his room, he looked over his shoulder at Amy coming down the hallway behind him and saw she'd already taken her top off. That made him smile.

Alan thought, Okay, I'm pretty much a breast man. Not a lot of breast in that dance. Amy's got a great pair. If this doesn't revive me, nothing will. Amy pirouetted around the middle of his room. Alan was most definitely inspired mentally, but his penis still was still limp. "Dang!" he cursed out loud.

Amy came over to where he was now sitting and put a hand on his shoulder, looking intently into his eyes. "What? What is it? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, no. You did great. You're really inspiring. But for some reason I can't get happy. I think I'm just too tired."

"Oh no! That's bad. Can I take your thingy out and take a look?"

"Sure."

Amy unzipped Alan's shorts and flopped out his penis. It didn't look very impressive in its flaccid state. She tried to rub it, but it wasn't even partially hard, and there was no reaction. "Aaaawww. It's so sad. I'm so sorry."

"You? Why should you be sorry?"

"Alan, I hate to say this, but it's true. I just don't inspire you like the others. This is all my fault. I'm sure if Susan, Suzanne, or Katherine were here, this would be very happy." She squeezed the penis, but no reaction.

Alan wondered if she was right. He thought about the other females, one by one, and imagined them naked and cocksucking, but there still was no reaction down below. "No Amy, you're very inspiring. Just as much as them."

"Well then why don't you do stuff with me? You're doing all kinds of fun stuff with them. I'm not totally blind. But nothing with me. You hardly help with my shaving any more, even." She stared downcast at the floor.

But then suddenly she hopped up and looked energized. "Look! I can show you! I can do stuff. All kinds of stuff. I can even do stuff they can't. I'll do anything with you that you want. Anything. Here. Look at this." Amy stood on her head. Then, resting on her forearms, she leaned her body away from her head but stretched one leg far over in front of her head until she looked either like a work of abstract art or someone in a very tough yoga position.

"See?" she said with her body still upside down. "My body is very flexible. I'm double jointed and stuff. I can do all kinds of things. Not even Mom knows this position. I may not know much, but I can learn. I like you so much. You can play with my body any way you want. Why don't you, you know, take me and do all kinds of things to me?" She dropped back down onto the ground.

Alan was intrigued by her comment, "Not even Mom knows this position." He knew Suzanne had been a gymnast back in high school, and he pondered what that might mean when they were fucking. He wondered if great flexibility could be genetic thing in the Pestridge family.

Next, Amy she spread her legs apart and did the splits so wide that it was almost painful for Alan to watch. Then she bent her whole upper body backwards in a big arc until the back of her head touched the floor. "Or this. We tried to learn this in cheerleading class, but no one could do it. Not even Katherine can do this. I'm the only cheerleader who can stretch this far."

Her position opened up her pussy so wide that it seemed like a penis had just evacuated it. For a moment it looked like Amy was opening and closing her pussy like the mouth of a sucker fish. It caught Alan's attention so much that he leaned forwards in his chair and visually examined her shaved crotch. He started to get some stirrings in his loins, but it was a struggle.

"Amy, sit normally for a second." She did so, and panted with exhaustion. "Look. I'd love to do all kinds of things with you. But I sort of made a promise with Katherine that I wouldn't do some things with you until I did some more things with her. But it's only a temporary thing. This will change, probably in just a little while."

Amy sat up closer towards him. "Hrm... Is that why I didn't get invited to the card game with Brenda last night? I can tell you all had a lot of fun, even though everyone is trying to hide everything from me."

"No, that's because of your mom. She also wants you to go slow and protect you. So you have to have patience."

"I don't wanna wait! I wanna do stuff now!" Alan wasn't precisely sure what she thought they were talking about when saying "stuff" or "things" except that it was sexual. He was pretty sure she meant she wanted to fuck, but wasn't positive how much she even really knew about intercourse.

"So do I, but we have to be patient or Kather..."

"Look!" Amy interrupted, her eyes wide and looking into his lap. "You're starting to get happy! Here, let me help out." She reached forward and took his semi-erect penis in her hands. She rubbed it vigorously, and it responded even more. "You DO like me!" she gurgled joyfully. "I guess I just have to try harder to please you. Boy, this happy penis stuff is tough to do!"

She leaned in even further, and rubbed her tits across his chest. Her face was now inches from his, and she kissed him on the neck repeatedly. "How do you like that? Is that good?"

Just then, the door to his room flew open. Katherine barged in. "Hey, what do you guys think you're doing?" She was angry and she crossed her arms in a defiant stance.

Alan felt a wave of guilt, but then wondered about her timing. "Hey yourself. How did you know to come in just then? Were you eavesdropping on us?"

"No. ... Maybe. Just a little," she admitted. "But that's not the point. You said you wouldn't play these kinds of games with Amy. At least not without me playing too." Now she was pouty. "I'm hurt."

"Oh damn." Alan looked down between his legs. Amy had stopped rubbing his penis as soon as Katherine came in, and it had deflated like a punctured balloon.

Katherine saw the problem and walked over. She was still cross. "Amy, you just don't know how to please Alan. Here, let me take care of that." She pushed Amy's hands away and took over.

Amy felt hurt by Katherine. She backed away with large, doe-like sad eyes. "Alan, is that true? Am I no good? It did take so long to get happy..."

"No, it's not true. Take that back, Sister! Tell her that's not true."

His sister seemingly ignored the question and had all of her attention focused on her brother's dick. "God dammit! It's not responding." Katherine was rubbing frantically, but Alan's penis wasn't even half hard. "Amy, what did you do to it?" Katherine wasn't wasting time. Her face dove down and she sucked on it like an industrial vacuum cleaner. But still no response.

"I didn't do anything!" Amy said sadly. "I'm so sorry. Did I break it?"

"Amy, it's fine," Alan soothed. He momentarily wondered at her comment asking if she broke his penis, and wondered just how naive she was. But he pressed on to the matter at hand and said, "Katherine just said some things in anger. She didn't really mean them, did you Sister?"

But Katherine was too busy cocksucking to talk, or at least used that as an excuse not to answer. The three of them sat there in silence for several minutes as Katherine licked and sucked with all her talents. She probed his asshole, fondled his balls, sucked and stroked at the same time, and yet there was no response. She eventually had Amy to join her. Amy even lathered up her tits with the KY Jelly sitting next to Alan's bed and rubbed her oily tits up, down, and all around Alan's back and chest, but that didn't help either. Finally Katherine had to admit defeat.

Alan was happy that he was able to say to Amy, "Look Amy, it wasn't just you. Like I was saying, I'm just really tired. Sometimes it doesn't happen. You did even better than Katherine did. You had me fully going there for a while before she came in."

"I did, didn't I?" Amy said happily. She smiled for the first time since Katherine had entered.

Alan took Katherine aside and said quietly, "Can you please apologize to Amy? She's very sexually naive, and you're confusing her and hurting her feelings."

"No. I'm not going to apologize because you were in here without me. You broke your promise. I'm hurt!" Katherine quickly left and slammed the door behind her.

Alan talked to Amy for a while until she was feeling better. When she left and he was all alone, he let out a big sigh. What a crappy day. Can't get it up. I upset both Amy and Katherine in different ways. Amy is right to feel left out. That's not really fair to her. She's so able and eager. And I'm holding back for Katherine, who's acting like a totally immature bitch today. Grr.

Alan wanted something to take his mind off of these things. He sat down to write his school essay, and to his great relief found that it seemed the words flowed out as if he was just dictating them. It was like his mind was so tired that he shut his consciousness off completely and the essay wrote itself. He finished the essay in a remarkable two hours.

CHAPTER 8

By the time he finished his essay it was eleven o'clock. That wouldn't give him nearly as much sleep as he needed in his exhausted state, but at least it wasn't a total disaster. He had half a mind to just drop his head on his pillow and fall asleep before doing any of his nightly rituals like brushing his teeth, but there was one new ritual he didn't want to miss out on. He wandered down the hallway to his mother's room and told her he was going to bed.

She'd been waiting up for him. She was wearing an old-fashioned, frilly night robe and was knitting Katherine a sweater. She looked very much like a granny in the dim light, staring at her knitting needles through her glasses. She said, "I'll be there in a minute, Tiger."

Alan returned to his room and lay on his bed. His mother came in, her appearance totally transformed. The granny night robe was gone and had been replaced by a semi-transparent nightie. She now looked like a twenty-two year old sex goddess. She acted like one, too, and didn't waste any time.

She said, "Oh dear, Tiger. You look like something the cat dragged in. I'll bet you're not even hard." She dipped and swayed her way across the room and then pulled his covers down. "Oh my. I was right. My Tiger not rock hard? I hardly know what to do with myself. Looks like you need some visual stimulation, don't you think? I just can't give you your goodnight kiss if I know you're not hard for me."

"Mom, I'd really appreciate that. Today just hasn't been a good day, all around. It had its good moments, but I've been in kind of a weary funk. If you can get it up, it'll be a pretty good feat."

"I can't stand to sit here and do nothing while my son is in a weary funk. I guess I'll just have to get naked and strut around like a nasty trollop and then suck his cock until he feels all better. That's what the best kind of loving mommies do."

Alan was amazed at how quickly she'd transformed herself. A few minutes earlier she'd appeared to be completely sexless, or at least as sexless as someone could be with movie star looks. Now she acted as if she was a professional whore who lived to fuck, yet at the same time she never lost her kind, motherly demeanor.

She didn't do a strip tease. Instead, she took her clothes off in a flash (not that it was hard to do, since she only wore the one-piece nightie), and then got down to teasing. She stretched and preened her body in every possible way. It was almost as if she was doing naked warm up exercises for him. She thrust her chest out at every opportunity. She pulled a leg up over her head. She stood up, touched her toes, and then backed her ass up until it was literally in his face. Half the time she looked like she was in the throes of orgasm, as if being fucked by an invisible man.

About the only thing that she didn't do was show off her pussy, at least not deliberately. She didn't want Alan to be thinking about that and thus thinking about fucking her. She only aspired to be his favorite cocksucker, and tried to push other desires involving her hungry vagina out of her mind. But he still got to see her pussy half the time anyway since she was completely nude, and her obvious efforts to hide it made it that much more fun when he could clearly see it.

She kept the occasional eye on his penis. It took a while, but it slowly began to stiffen.

After a couple of minutes, she reached into Alan's lap and felt about for his penis, as if she couldn't see it perfectly well. "Hmm," she said uncertainly. "It's starting to feel a bit hard. It'll probably just take a couple more minutes to reach full strength."

Alan cried out in agitation, "MooooOOOooom! What do you mean? It's as stiff as a board!"

She smiled at him, and then he realized she just wanted to play some more first. "Tiger, I don't expect mere hardness. Not from my stud son. I expect it to be throbbing and hot to the touch. I expect it to pound through steel. Since I'm obviously not exciting you..."

Alan interrupted again. "Mom!"

She winked. "Since I'm obviously not exciting you, perhaps I need to talk with my dirty mouth at the same time." She resumed her sexy contortions. "Did you know I got a phone call from Brenda today?"

"You did? What did she say?"

"Hey, none of that." Susan was referring to the fact that Alan was starting to stroke himself. He stopped. "Leave your slick stick to me in a minute. Anyway, she was very happy. She appears to have remembered quite a lot of what happened yesterday. More importantly, she seems to understand what a total sexual stud you are. My son. She totally wants you. Carnally. Biblically. We talked about why you wouldn't let her suck you off. She's going to try harder to please you next time so you'll let her. She's beginning to understand her role in life, which is to be a big-titted cocksucker just for you. Do you like that?"

"Mom, come on! You know it turns me on. But she didn't really say all that!"

"Okay, maybe she didn't. But she was thinking it. I could tell. Her voice was practically oozing desire. And we really did talk about some of this stuff. But Son, I'm concerned. Are her tits really that great? Don't you like mine?" Susan stopped another stretch where she'd been pointing her foot almost directly into his face, and stood up. She thrust her chest out again and pushed it right into Alan's face, smothering him. She rubbed one of her nipples in circles around one of his cheeks. "Aren't your mother's tits good enough for you?"

Alan was relieved that one of her hands dropped into his lap and started stroking his shaft while she waited for an answer. He was dying for relief. He licked a nipple instead of answering, but Susan wasn't happy with mere licking. She lifted her chest up some so his forehead was now encased in tit flesh. That enabled him to speak with an unobstructed mouth while enjoying the depths of her cleavage.

"Mom, you know I love you. You have THE perfect body. I even love your glasses. They make you look more intellectual and sexy, like a naughty professor. Your legs, your ass; hell, your back. Your earlobes. It's all so glorious. And your tits are perfection itself. Sure, Brenda's are big, but there's such a thing as too big. She's right on the edge of being too big, and almost becoming a turn-off. Whereas yours are huge and just right." Alan was being honest. Brenda's were almost too big. But he loved them a ton just the same. Still, he loved Susan's tits at least as much if not more, if only because of who she was, so he wasn't really lying.

"Oh, Tiger. You say the sweetest things. No wonder Suzanne calls you Sweetie. You ARE such a sweetie. I like to see Brenda turn you on, because you deserve more cocksuckers of her caliber. There's nothing you should be denied. But only so long as you don't like her more than me. Then I'll go on the warpath."

"Don't worry, Mom. You're number one. You and Suzanne."

She laughed, even as she jacked him off with more intensity. "Tied for number one. Well, I guess that's better than before, when I was behind Suzanne. And I've got Katherine chasing close behind. Looks like I'll just have to do an even better job for you right now."

She stopped talking and took him in her mouth. At the same time, she squeezed his balls and sawed into his asshole. It was an all out assault.

Alan held out a surprisingly long time. Once again, he mentally thanked Akami for her PC muscle control tip. Susan was forced to try new things in an effort to surprise his penis into giving up. But all good things have to end and he shot his load. By the time Susan was done, Alan had nearly completely forgotten about his tiredness, and the classification of the day as a bad one was right out the window. Then Susan started the goodnight kiss. By the time that was over, many minutes later, the day was safely reclassified as an excellent one.

He wondered why his mother had made him hard when Amy and Katherine were unsuccessful. Well, that's not true. Amy had succeeded, and it was only when Katherine came in and really irked me that I became completely hopeless. And I did have a few more hours to recover. The fact is, all four of these femmes are so hot that it would be inhuman not to get hard. I can half-seriously imagine being simply stimulated to death by this bunch. Dying of sublime pleasure; either that or my penis plain falls off.

He mentally reviewed his day and surprised himself in that he'd only climaxed three times. He told that to his mother.

"Three times?" she complained. "Even including what we just did?"

He nodded.

"Oh dear. You're going to throw off your whole average for the week. This is for your own medical good, Tiger."

"What is? Oh that." Her hand was back around his flaccid penis and stroking.

He thought, Now, there's simply no way she can get it hard again. I'm on the verge of death. But even as he said this, his body contradicted him. I'll be damned! It's rising again! He looked at his mother closely, tracing every curve of her body with his eyes. Fuck. She's too gorgeous and enthusiastic to ever be denied. My mom is simply unbelievable! Damn this hurts.

"Looks like I don't have to try too hard to get you going," she giggled. "It's up and ready to go already. This is the Alan I've come to expect: always hard, always ready. Mmm, yeah. Mommy is so naughty. She likes to live with her son's cock in her mouth all day long. This time, do it on my face so I can lick it off in my bed after you've gone to sleep." She planted her mouth on his prick and resumed licking.

Alan groaned; his happiness and pain mixed together.

CHAPTER 9

Alan turned off his light and closed his eyes. He thought that surely his wearisome day had ended, but it had not. Five minutes after Susan left, the light turned back on again. He opened his eyes and looked towards his door. It was Katherine, wearing a loose robe. She walked over to his bed and stood there.

She seemed serious and hesitant. She brought herself to say, "Brother, can I have a good night kiss?" The hands behind her back grabbed the fabric of the robe from the back and tugged, opening the robe in front. Alan could now see her shaved pussy and most of her tits. But he didn't feel aroused.

He did feel a bit sad for her, but more pissed than anything. He said, "I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that Mom is coming in here every night and giving me a kiss. And you're thinking: 'why can't I?' I can understand that feeling. But I don't feel like kissing you. Frankly, I feel like telling you off. I think you were very mean to Amy today."

She crossed the room, got down on her knees, and put her hands on his. "I'm sorry. I really am. After Amy left I stewed in my juices a bit, but I did eventually apologize to her, and explained some things to her. We've been a bit mean to her. Both of us; not just me. We've been taking her for granted. She and I talked about that a bit. But I was particularly naughty today. And I apologize to you too. But I feel so disappointed." She turned her head away, and it looked like she would cry.

Alan gently held her chin and turned her face back towards his. "What is it? You can tell me."

She kept her eyes averted, but said, "I know it's selfish of me. You're probably going to be mad. But it just seems like you're not interested in me any more. It's almost two weeks since we first fucked and I said I wanted to be your fuck toy. I thought we'd be fucking like rabbits every single day. But no. I know you've got your reasons, like secrecy reasons around the house, and I know I should consider myself lucky compared to Amy. But I can't help but feel frustrated. That's why I was so petulant earlier. If it weren't for the occasional fuck sessions at Kim's, I think I'd go crazy. And it's great to have Kim there with us, but what I really want is to be alone with you and just feel you in my arms for hours. But you don't seem to want that."

She was closer to tears now. Alan's anger drained away knowing that she'd apologized to Amy. He moved his hands to her face, and stroked her cheeks. "Sister. I love you. I can't tell you how much I love you. If we had the time and the place, I'd love to hold you forever." Before he could get any further she broke down, buried herself in his shoulder, and cried. He'd been hoping to avoid tears but instead his declaration of love inadvertently created them. He held her in a tight hug for a couple of minutes until the tears slowed.

He continued, "It's true. I love you very much. And I love making love to you. You're very beautiful and such a great, enthusiastic lover."

Her sadness turned to visible jealousy. "Maybe. A little bit beautiful perhaps. But nothing like Mom and Suzanne. You know I love you too. Terribly much. But when you're not with one of them you're with the