CHAPTER 1 (Saturday, Nov. 9)

Katherine eagerly waited for Suzanne and wondered why she was late. Suzanne had said she would get to Katherine by six and it was already past the appointed hour.

Suzanne quietly knocked on Katherine's bedroom door and led her to the bathroom attached to the master bedroom (Suzanne preferred it over the nearer bathroom because she knew the bathtub was much roomier). While Susan had heard that Suzanne was going to put more lotion on Katherine, Suzanne figured a "don't ask, don't tell" policy was best, so she and Katherine would be less constrained. So she didn't announce to Susan when she was starting the "massage." Silence was another thing to keep in mind.

As soon as Suzanne closed the bathroom door, Katherine was on her, French kissing and feeling her up. However Suzanne took a moment to turn the bathtub taps on a bit, so that a decent amount of background noise would give anyone outside the impression that someone was really taking a bath.

Katherine's hands zoomed in on Suzanne's tits. She was nearly as keen to get her hands on her neighbor's big hooters as Alan was. For someone who was ostensibly not a lesbian, she was definitely getting into having sex with women.

Suzanne's robe fell to the ground. Katherine wore nothing but a thin, oversized T-shirt - the bare minimum of decorum needed in case she was seen in the hallway on her way to the bathroom. Suzanne reached under it and found Katherine's pussy. She was excited by the feel because, although she'd fooled around with other women in college, she'd never touched a shaved pussy before.

But soon she pushed Katherine away, and said, "What about your treatment? We have to soothe your throbbing ass." She held up the jar that was half filled with lotion, half filled with Alan's cum. It was the same jar she'd used earlier, so Katherine quickly recognized it.

Katherine was surprised. "Suzanne, you don't have to play games with me. You and I both know what we're doing here, so let's just get down to it. I've been waiting for this so eagerly!"

"You have?" Suzanne laughed, delighted at how easily this part of her overall scheme was unfolding. "So have I. But humor me. I like playing games. Let's start with this" - she held up the jar again - "and take off from there."

Katherine directed her attention at the jar for the first time. "Does that still contain, you know, Alan's seed?"

"Yep! In fact, I just got a fresh injection a few minutes ago. If we act fast, it might still be warm."

"Cool! Okay, if you're putting that on my butt, I'm game for pretending. Please soothe my oh-so-sore butt with Alan's jism! Don't be afraid to shove it up my twat!" Katherine pulled her shirt off, and stepped into the bathtub, which was the only place in the bathroom to get really roomy and comfortable. The rich Plummers had a bathtub so large that two people could lay in it (Susan had thought she and her husband would be in there together to spice up their sex life, but it never happened). Katherine lay face down in a small puddle of warm water.

Suzanne straddled Katherine just because she could, and began rubbing Alan's cum into Katherine's butt with one hand, and plunging her finger in and out of Katherine's pussy with the other (she assumed Katherine wasn't serious about wanting Alan's cum straight into her pussy). As her finger went in and out of Katherine's now sopping wet hole, the aroma drifted up to Suzanne's nose and turned her on even more. They whispered between labored breaths because they had a lot to say now that they were in private and open about their feelings for each other.

"You know, I'm not a lesbian..." Katherine started.

"Nor am I," replied Suzanne. "Nothing beats a good cock. Especially if it's your brother's cock. However, guys can only get it up so many times a day, even a tall, dark, and handsome boy like Alan. But there's no limit to a woman's orgasms. I'd rather have your hands in me than my own."

"Exactly! I'm just starting to get into some female action with another cheerleader at school, but mostly it's just another way to get into Alan's pants more often. Like just about any guy, he gets turned on watching his women so hot and horny that they turn on each other in a sex crazed feeding frenzy. I get to enjoy another woman, and then there's more hard cock to be had by all. Talk about a win-win situation for everybody! So far it's just this one other cheerleader, but I hope the circle will grow."

"Care to mention any names?" Suzanne's curiosity was definitely piqued. She knew the names and appearances of all the cheerleaders since her daughter Amy was also on the team.

"No, I probably shouldn't have told you that much, without asking Alan first."

"Where do you do it?" Suzanne pressed as she rubbed the girl's butt and explored her pussy.

"That's our problem. Finding somewhere private has been our biggest problem by far." That was true, but Katherine was also being deliberately vague.

Suzanne decided it was time to bring up a very delicate subject. "Katherine, I have a confession to make. To tell you the truth, I'm not too crazy about your mother's boundaries and rules. I'm all for doing anything and everything with Alan, and I only hold back a bit out of respect for her, and fear that she'll catch me and that'll ruin our friendship. I think she'll come around eventually, but I'm trying to be patient. I'm guessing you feel the same way."

"Yep." Katherine was finding it harder to talk since Suzanne was devoting all of her attention to pleasuring her. Wordlessly, Suzanne had begun exploring Katherine's ass crack more and more with her hands.

"So you don't have any problem if you and I go all the way? At least as far as two women can go?"

"Nope. Bring it on!" She wiggled her ass invitingly, but Suzanne already was all over it, and even rubbed her nose and cheeks along her peachy soft skin.

"We'll get there in a minute. But I'm curious. My suspicion is that you and Alan have already gone further than you're letting on. You two seem to be extra close to each other lately, to say the least. And you and him being together with another cheerleader... Don't worry, I'm not going to mind, and I'm not going to tell your mother, but has Alan fucked you yet?"

Normally Katherine would have been very horrified at being found out. But with Suzanne on her, she knew she was in good hands, so to speak. "Yep," was all she said, giggling.

"I knew it! You HAVE been naughty, haven't you? How was it? Tell me everything!" Suzanne was so excited that she took another gob of the lotion/cum and plunged a finger up Katherine's anus. Another finger was already in her pussy, so Suzanne kept both of Katherine's holes occupied at once. Katherine was soon loudly moaning and climaxing, so it took a while before Katherine was able to respond to Suzanne's queries.

Suzanne realized they were forgetting to keep quiet, so she warned Katherine to keep her voice down. She also turned the shower on behind them, to make more white noise. The bathtub was so big they didn't even get wet. But Suzanne wasn't overly worried, because the shower was on a very low setting so she figured she would hear the sound of the master bedroom door open before anyone could even get near.

Katherine began to describe her first time at Kim's house in detail, excited that she finally had someone else to tell.

Since Suzanne had to get up to turn on the shower, they used the opportunity to reposition. Suzanne knelt before a standing Katherine, and munched on her pussy. As her tongue explored the inside of Katherine's vagina, she noticed how sweet her pussy tasted and smelled. She thought, I could really get to like this. I wonder if Katherine understands just how momentous this is. If I have my way, this will be just the first of thousands of times we do this. ... Funny how sweet she tastes, given that the taste is similar to her brother, yet the two of them are unrelated. I wonder: it's true they were both adopted, but could they be adopted from the same family and not even know it? They both have these natural dark tans, dark brown hair, brown eyes... Mmm. I'll worry about that later. I just wanna enjoy this...

Suzanne wasn't lying when she boasted to Alan recently that she had a dexterous tongue. It did have an usually long reach. She hadn't done this in years, but soon she figured out how to put her exceptional tongue to excellent use, and fucked Katherine's pussy with it, as if it was a miniature penis. She knew she was onto something good by the way Katherine started panting heavily.

But Suzanne's curiosity got the best of her. There were so many things they could never discuss until now, and she was fascinated by the idea of Alan and Katherine fucking. After a minute or two, she stopped briefly to ask, "Sorry, but let me ask one question. Have you two been taking the proper precautions for pregnancy?"

"Hell yeah! I don't want to have a baby while I'm in high school! There's no way I'm going to let that happen. Alan was able to not only get condoms and pills, but even diaphragms. So we use all three at once, just to be sure. And we keep an eye on the calendar, too."

"Good. I'm really glad to hear that. Not just because it's smart, but I have an extra reason. This afternoon I wanted to stick some of Alan's cum up your pussy, but I was afraid to. Now, I assume you don't mind?"

"By all means!" Katherine replied excitedly. "Didn't I already tell you not to be afraid to do that? Let it join all the rest! I hope there's a bunch of sperm still sloshing around in there. That's one of my fantasies - when I'm in school I like to think Alan's cum has filled my vagina and that it sloshes around with every step I take. I'm not wearing my diaphragm right now though. ... But wait! I've stashed some in this very room, in the hope that I'd get Alan to do me in here someday. I've got them stashed in my room, in the other bathroom, in the car, all over. We've got, like, a supply for a couple of years!"

Suzanne hummed, "Mmm. Now my tongue has something to look for. Bring that beautiful box of yours back here."

Katherine was standing. She rooted around the bathroom cabinets until she was able to get her box of supplies from out of a remote hiding place. She proudly held them up. "Look how many. I'm going to use each and every one with Alan. Just think how many fucks that is."

"You never can be too careful," Suzanne said. "But where are you getting all this? I mean, you're both so young."

Katherine inserted the diaphragm. "Alan's so smart. He got some condoms first, I don't know how. But then he got nurse Akami to give him loads of stuff."

"Yeah, I'll bet you he's given her loads in return, if you know what I mean," Suzanne joked. They both laughed.

"Too much talking," Suzanne complained. "Your turn." They repositioned, and Katherine licked Suzanne's pussy for a while. They could have done each other at the same time in a sixty-nine, but Suzanne wanted to devote her entire attention to the sensations of being tongued by one of her most loved people.

Katherine was also happy to completely devote herself to the task. She'd tasted a few pussies, namely Kim's, Amy's, and Heather's. They all tasted roughly the same, but Suzanne's was different: a bit more tangy and bitter. It had a potent flavor. But she decided that it wasn't unpleasant.

They both were so excited that it wasn't long until Katherine's tongue in Suzanne and her fingers in herself resulted in an explosive mutual orgasm. The two of them rested up and prepared themselves for more.

CHAPTER 2

After some more minutes they repositioned again, and Katherine lay back in the bathtub. "Here goes..." said Suzanne, kneeling over her, and she stuffed Alan's seed up into his sister's pussy. Once it was in, she kept plunging in and out with three fingers. "Imagine my fingers are Alan's cock," she helpfully suggested.

That caused Katherine to begin moaning loudly. But she also loudly and jokingly complained, "Three fingers? If you want to be Alan's cock, you'll have to fist me!"

"Sssshhh!" warned Suzanne. She wasn't going to fist anyone, if indeed Katherine was serious with the suggestion (which she was not). But she did increase her penetration to four fingers. "Now tell me the rest of your story. And by the way, how is your butt feeling, honestly?"

"It's fine! You can spank me anytime. I knew you were up to something sneaky and sexy, so that's why I agreed to it. Alan gave me an erotic spanking last night, and I just love it."

Suzanne was still exploring Katherine's anus with her other hand, going full blast on both holes at once. She said, very eagerly, "Okay! Do you want me to spank you some more right now?"

"Umm, let's not go that far. It is a bit sore. Some other time."

Suzanne was disappointed, but decided to let it slide for now. She consoled herself with the happy knowledge that Katherine quite enjoyed spankings, and that Alan was doing them to. I'd prefer to spank that lovely young man, but I wouldn't be adverse to getting spanked by him too. A little bit of everything is good, as long as it's sexual.

Katherine added, "But I feel bad - you're making me feel so good, and I'm not giving anything back. Let me turn over and help you out."

She flipped over, grabbed an aroused nipple with one hand, and stuck her fingers in Suzanne's fuck hole with the other. She quickly came across the string leading to the egg vibrator. She pulled it out, laughing. "What's this, you naughty woman? Damn, that was deep inside there."

"Hey, if you're gonna take that out, you have to replace it with something better," Suzanne chided Katherine, and Katherine quickly obliged with an ever-increasing number of fingers. "Now, you were telling me about the first time you and Alan fucked?"

They carried on. Their bodies became more familiar with each other, and they started to explore more ambitious positions. The only problem was that Katherine's hot story of fucking Alan became more ragged in the telling as each minute passed. There was a lot of fucking and not much talking.

And they got so excited, they kept forgetting to keep the noise down. They huffed and puffed and squished and moaned. They looked fantastic together, with Katherine's deep tan contrasting with Suzanne's pale white skin. Had anyone seen them, they might have thought two perfectly-formed Playboy bunnies were going at it.

They sat face to face, and ground their pussies together when they weren't fingering each other. Their legs interlaced one another, allowing their wet pussies to literally kiss. They rubbed their pussy lips together and felt the soft folds of their labias slickly slide over each other as their juices intermingled. The aroma of two hot steaming pussies filled the small room.

Sometimes they French kissed too, but Suzanne kept pausing the action and forced Katherine to tell a little bit more of her fucking story. As if they weren't aroused enough, the occasional reminder of fucking Alan raised emotions to an even higher level. Somewhere along the line Katherine let Kim's name slip, but she was too far gone to care much.

All the while, they were getting quite wet, both between their legs with more orgasms, and by splashing the water from the tub on each other. They grew hot and sweaty as they rubbed their pussies together, and the bath water seemed to grow warmer, too. It wasn't long until the mirrors in the bathroom fogged up, and the room started to fill with steam. Yet, there was much more in the air than just physical arousal. Even though the two of them hadn't been together before, their long years of loving friendship showed, and their movements were filled with tenderness and deep affection.

In a pause after one of many mutual climaxes, Katherine went on with her story. "So, then Kim came in and asked if she could watch. Of course we said yes. Alan was already hard, even though we did it three times already!" By this time she'd completely forgot that she wasn't supposed to mention Kim's name.

"He sounds like a total stud," said Suzanne, sounding like a giggly schoolgirl. Suzanne was glad to hear that Alan's drunken performance with her as "Elle" at the party hadn't been typical of his lovemaking skills, even though from everything else he did she already knew he would be a fantastic fucker.

"He IS! Oh my God, wait till you hear how much he got it up the second time we went there. But anyway, he started pounding me again. In and out, in and out..."

"You mean like this?" interrupted Suzanne. She stopped grinding her pussy against Katherine's and poked her fingers into Katherine instead. Katherine did likewise.

"Exactly!" Katherine giggled. "Fuck, this is almost as much fun as being there. Going in and out, in and out..." Their fingers worked on each other in time to their words. Both of their pussies were sopping wet and they sweated profusely all over from so much exertion. Their pussy juices flowed freely and lubricated their plunging fingers.

"And the whole time," she went on, "Kim was sitting in a chair right next to us, frigging herself with the same rhythm we were using! If I wasn't feeling horny enough - not bloody likely with Big Brother inside of me, mind you, but if I was wasn't - all I had to do was look over and see Kim totally lost in the moment and egging us on with her eyes and fingers. God, it was so amazing! And Alan was like a nonstop endurance monster. As he always is, as I learned later. After those quick fucks earlier, he was just going on and on, like he would never stop. His penis was so incredibly hard and thick too. But I'm sure you know that very well already; he's always like that. But you don't know how it felt when he totally filled me up and stretched my pussy to the limit. It was fantastic. Maybe I'm biased because it was my first fuck and all, but I don't think anybody else fucks like that. He's something very special. I mean, he made us seriously late, 'cos he kept going to the brink and then pulling back. It was like he couldn't stop until he fucked me to death! In and out, in and out..."

They both said the words "in and out" in unison repeatedly, again timing their frigging with it. Then they broke out into giggles. They kissed some more after that, delaying the story once more.

Finally Suzanne made a move to leave. She stood up, and Katherine stood up with her. "Really, we should stop," the older woman said. Suzanne had been engaged in sexual activity for hours with only a shower as a break, and she was tired.

But Katherine with her youthful enthusiasm didn't like the idea of stopping. She wrapped herself around Suzanne as they stood, massaging Suzanne's clit with her fingertips, and said, "What's the big hurry? Just a few more minutes. I'm so excited, talking about fucking Alan while fucking you. You're so much fun to be with, and fucking him is sooo good. Talk about the best of both worlds. Seriously. Have you noticed how my mom seems to be living just to suck his cock lately? I'm like that too, except I live to be fucked by Alan! We can't stop now, because I still have to tell you abo..."

But with perfect timing, a sound broke them out of their reverie. "Suzanne! Suzanne, you up there?" It was Susan, loudly shouting from the bottom of the stairs.

They could just barely make out the words, as the sound had to travel up the stairs, down to the end of the hallway, then through two doors, and over the sound of the running water to reach them. The two of them froze and concentrated on listening.

More clearly, they heard Alan reply. "She's in here with me, Mom!" Suzanne was surprised to hear his voice, because she thought he'd been sleeping.

Then more dimly they heard Susan yell, "Suzanne, your husband is calling. He's wondering what's happening with dinner. What should I tell him?"

Alan answered, "Mom, Suzanne's mouth is preoccupied at the moment, but don't tell Eric that!" Both Suzanne and Katherine couldn't help giggling at hearing Alan's lie, obviously covering up for them. He added, "We're almost done - I'm sure she'll be along in a minute!"

"Okay!" Susan yelled. "Remember the boundaries! Also, dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Angel, did you hear that? Angel? ... Tiger, can you tell your sister dinner is ready?"

"No problem!"

Katherine and Suzanne paused and waited until they were sure Susan's attention had passed. When Katherine was finally convinced they were safe, she said, "Damn! Damn, damn, damn! Just when things were getting really good."

"Oh come on," said Suzanne, disappointed but already disengaging. "What was I just saying? You have to know when to stop. This house is a lousy place to keep secrets. Anyway, if you came any more today I think you would have just plain run out of cum. And if you don't run out of cum, I'm bound to. At least we didn't get caught. Though I admit I would have liked to hear the end of your story."

"Well, that's basically the end," said Katherine, as she drew her body back into Suzanne to finish explaining. "He just kept fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking me" - she punctuated each 'fuck' by plunging her fingers back into Suzanne's pussy each time - "until I was literally fucked out. He seriously had to carry me back to the car. I was sore for days!"

"You sure there was enough 'fucks' in your description?" Suzanne said playfully.

"No. As a matter of fact, it was more like he fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking fucked me until I couldn't fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking stand it!" Katherine again threw caution to the wind, and now frigged Suzanne like there was no tomorrow.

"Okay! I gather it was pretty fuck, fuck, fucking good." But Suzanne realized time was running out. She disengaged herself from Katherine and picked up a towel from the ground. "Come on, what if Susan decides to go to her bedroom to change clothes or something?"

Katherine reluctantly began drying herself. "Yeah, you could say it was pretty damn fucking good. And that was only his first time! You should hear about the time with the seventeen erogenous zones. I can't wait until he gets experienced with the likes of you and then he shows me all he's learned."

"You think YOU can't wait!" Suzanne said with exasperation. "I want Alan to fuck ME until I'm the one who's too sore to walk! And you got to take his virginity, too, you lucky bastard. AND, you're doing a threesome! And here I am, forced to go slow with him."

"Yeah..." said Katherine, aglow with her fond memories. "That's about the only edge I've got on you, that I took his virginity. And he took mine. Alan's going to be the only guy to ever fuck me, if I can help it. But that's all I've got going. How can I compete with you? Or should I say you two?" She grabbed both of Suzanne's boobs with this last sentence, and started playing with them.

"Hey!" Suzanne took the hands away. "Let's get dressed already! You're his sister. I can't compete with that."

Katherine ignored that comment and continued as she started to dress, "And anyways, it's not all wine and roses. Remember that Mom has grounded both Alan and me for a week, and we've resolved to not break Mom's boundaries rules here in the house. So he can't fuck me again aaaaaallll the way until next Moooonday!!"

"That's very wise. Be patient. You have lots of time. But speaking of time, let's continue this talk later. I've gotta go cook dinner for my very unfuck, fuck, fuckable husband. ... But the afterglow of this day will make dinner a lot more bearable. This will help too." Suzanne stuck her egg vibrator back up her pussy, and both of them giggled.

She enthused as she put a robe back on, "What a great day! You go first and make sure the coast is clear - it's less weird if you're using this bathroom than if I am. Then I'll go. But stay in your room for a bit. Susan won't think it weird if I look like I just had an orgasm, given what Alan just told her, but we can't both be looking like that! And the smell. This whole bathroom smells like a giant pussy. Let's air this place out."

CHAPTER 3

Suzanne quietly made her way downstairs, hoping that Susan wouldn't notice her. Alan went the extra mile to cover Suzanne's tracks. When Suzanne came down the stairs towards the living room, she looked over to the kitchen for Susan and indeed saw her there.

Susan was facing away in front of a counter top while Alan knelt behind her. He had her skirt pulled up and was rubbing her ass intently. She continued to fiddle with food on the stove and even happily hum, acting as if her son wasn't exploring every nook and cranny of her butt.

Suzanne pondered, That's funny. I thought Susan said Alan couldn't touch her in places like that. So much for boundaries! Then it occurred to her, Oh. This must be the "getting of attention" I've heard about. Nice!

Suzanne walked away from the kitchen and towards the front door. Today's little poolside scheme is already working wonders. Looks like Susan is going to crumble even faster than I'd thought. Excellent. She went to the underwear cabinet and changed from her robe into normal clothing without being overheard.

Before Suzanne left, she walked back to the edge of the living room and peeked to see how things were faring in the kitchen. To her surprise, Alan now had his face buried up his mother's ass crack. He looked like he was rooting around for something in there with his nose. Susan no longer appeared calm, but in fact clutched the counter edge as if she was about to climax.

Suzanne chuckled to herself. I should just let the happy couple be. But if I speak up, I might help push things forwards a bit further. She said out loud, "Alan, did you lose the car keys? I don't think you'll find them up there."

She laughed at her own joke while Susan and Alan disengaged and frantically scanned the room to find the voice they'd just heard. When they looked back and saw it was only Suzanne, they relaxed somewhat. At least Alan relaxed. He'd jumped up, but he got back down on his knees and grasped Susan's legs so her marvelous ass wouldn't be able to scamper away.

Susan though was flummoxed, especially since Alan was once again lightly breathing onto her ass, giving her goose bumps. He'd discovered that drove her crazy. She stood straight and tried to act casual, even though her ass was completely exposed. "Uh, hi, Suzanne. Very funny. It's, uh, not what it looks like. Uh, okay, maybe it is, but, uh... We were just, uh... Alan was helping me, ummm..." Her face reddened further as she failed to think up even one vaguely plausible cover explanation for what Suzanne had seen.

Alan stepped in to save her. "I was just helping her by getting her attention. I told you about that, right? It's kind of a rule we have that I can play with her ass as a kind of foreplay before she gives me a blowjob." He went back to blowing on her skin, causing it to tingle.

"Oh. Of course," Suzanne replied in a level voice, as if Alan had just told her about a nice sale price for rental cars. "Certainly Alan has to get your attention in some kind of special way if he needs a blowjob. Otherwise, how are you going to know?" She was just saying whatever would make Susan happy. She wanted to make up for her naughty interruption and put Susan back at ease.

Susan was already losing herself in another erotic fog as Alan continued to stimulate her ass in exciting ways. She already had put the interruption so far behind her that she struggled to come up with a response. "Um, yeah." She tried to change the subject. "Did you just come in? You surprised me."

"Yeah," Suzanne lied. That was better than saying she'd come from fucking Katherine. But she brought the conversation back around. "Tell me more about this attention ritual, Sweetie. Exactly how do you show her you need a blowjob?"

"Glad you asked. When Mom cooks, she usually wears something like this apron that can easily be brushed aside so I can get to her ass no problem. She's always thinking that I might sneak up on her and grab her ass, so she gives me easy access. Don't you, Mom?" He was heavily kneading one of her ass cheeks even as he blew between her legs, certainly exciting her pussy, which was a mere couple of inches from his lips.

"Uh, um, yes... But really, Son! This is not the type of conversation... Oh my God! Please take your hand off! Suzanne can see!" The hand she referred to was now deep in her ass crack.

Suzanne calmly noted, "Big deal. I saw a lot more than this by the pool this afternoon. Please continue, Sweetie."

He continued with his probing and his explanation. "Like I was saying, Mom is dressed so I can get to her ass. No underwear, of course. She keeps it very clean for me too. And I've managed to surprise her a couple of times, including just before you came in. It kind of reminds me of when we used to surprise tickle each other when I was a kid. Anyways, I grope at her ass cheeks, like I'm doing now. She really digs that. A couple times she's pretended that I wasn't there at all, and let me fondle her for ages. But today I felt like zeroing in right at her ass crack. I wanted to see what was in there. Like this hole."

At that, Alan stuck a finger into Susan's anus. He carefully placed a couple of his remaining fingers outside her ass on either side of her pussy lips. He was going as close to the limits as he could.

She cried out, "Alan! Please! Suzanne is here!" However, her body betrayed her words. Her pussy opened up and rich smelling lubricant started to flow out and down her inner legs.

Alan acted dumb. "Please what? Please saw my finger in and out a bit? Like this? Or do you mean you'd like Suzanne to take over?"

Before she realized it, she heard herself saying, "No! You're doing just fine! Uh, I meant..." Susan was at a loss for words. She bent over at a ninety degree angle to give Alan better ass access and also to hide her very red face. Her asshole and vagina opened wide. Her body was primed and in the ready position to be mounted and fucked hard until she passed out. It felt like the most natural position for her to offer her son.

She thought, This is so embarrassing, but let's face facts. I'm a hot horny mother ready to be used for pleasure in any way necessary so my son can empty his dick of another load. And then, when he's given that up, his balls will fill with cum again and I'll help him drain them again. And again. And again. Forever! Life is so good!

She mashed her boobs into the cold kitchen counter, which stimulated her nipples. That alone nearly caused her to scream.

Suzanne chuckled at Susan's response. Before Susan could complain more, Suzanne rushed in to say, "I see. But Alan, what were you doing when I came in? It looked like you were trying to shove your whole face up that hole."

"Oh, that. I was, sort of. My mom likes it when I lick her ass crack. It's something I just discovered today. Don't you dig it, Mom?"

Susan failed to answer the question, as she put on a false "nothing to see here" smile.

He immediately dove back in with his tongue. Its probing wetness found her puckered anus. He spread her cheeks with his hands to give him better access to that secret spot. He plunged the tip of his tongue right in her hole. She let out an excited gasp.

But Susan looked back at Suzanne nervously, and pushed his head away. "Tiger. Please. That's so improper! That's enough ass licking for now, buster."

He abruptly withdrew the tongue and stood up. "You're right. That is enough. I'm ready for my blowjob now." He whipped his penis out of his pants. It was rock hard and throbbing like a beating heart as the blood coursed through it. The head of his penis was already shiny and slick from pre-cum. He clenched his PC muscle, which caused his penis to bob up and down.

Susan was still pressed face down into the counter, but he spun her around like a rag doll and put her hand on his rod. He continued, "Suzanne, you're more than very familiar with this next part. Susan now drops to her knees and sucks, licks, and strokes my penis until I feel reeeeaaal good. Don't you, Mom? Would you like to be a helpful cocksucker right now?"

Her hand was already naturally stroking, and her second hand quickly joined in. "You know I would. But Suzanne is here. And.... And there's something else. On the tip of my tongue... What was it?" She continued to stroke as she stared into space, and then it came to her. "Oh yeah! Your punishment! No blowjobs until Tuesday. Don't you remember?"

"Dang. My punishment. Hunh. Well, you only said no blowjobs. You can still give me a handjob, like you're already doing now."

"I suppose I could..." She stroked for some more moments, pondering again. But then she looked up and saw Suzanne standing there across the kitchen, and blushed all over again. "Suzanne! You're still here! Um, of course you are. What am I thinking? But you're so quiet. How can you just stand there and watch me do this?"

Suzanne stepped forward. "Oh, you're right. I'm sorry. How rude of me. You must need some help. Here. I can take care of his balls." Suzanne drew nearer, with an outstretched hand.

Susan let go of Alan's penis in shock. "No! I didn't mean that. Tiger, that's enough of that! Put your thing away right now. We can't do this in front of other people. It's time for dinner. Look. You've made me nearly burn my pot." She turned back around and moved to the stove to tend to the food. Her whole body was shaking with excitement.

Suzanne laughed again. Partly it was the sight of her friend acting serious even as her ass was still unwittingly completely exposed now that she was facing away again. Suzanne also partly laughed at her own chutzpah in stepping towards them and seeing if she could join in. Oops. Tried to much there. Maybe I'll have better luck next time. It was a bit bold and unwise to even interrupt their privacy. But it was worth it just to see the look on her face. I'm such a meanie these days.

Since Alan's erect penis was still hanging out of his shorts, Suzanne took another step forward and held it in her hands. "Look at this, Susan. Alan is still hard. Are you just going to ignore this and leave him suffering? Isn't this why he was getting your attention? Should I take over if you're busy with the food?"

Susan turned around with another look of total shock. Alan's penis was already dripping with pre-cum, and now Suzanne's hand was sliding up and down his slippery rod.

But Alan spoke up. "That's okay, Suzanne. Thanks for the offer, but Mom's right. It's time for dinner. Anyways, I've already done it eight times today and I could honestly use a break." Actually he hadn't meant to have things go this far - he was just rubbing his mother's ass to allow Suzanne to leave unnoticed, which turned out to be a moot point, anyway.

"You sure?" Suzanne kept stroking.

"Yep. I'm sure."

"You positive? Because I would hate to leave you hanging. So to speak." She smiled now at her own obvious attempt to draw things out, and he smiled too.

"Well, if you insist, you can do that for another minute or two until the dinner is on the table. But please make sure I don't cum again. I don't think my penis will be happy tomorrow." He cupped his hands and yelled loudly, "KATHERINE! COME! I WANT YOU TO GO DOWN! THERE'S SOMETHING HERE FOR YOU TO EAT!" Suzanne and Alan chuckled, but the comments flew over Susan's head.

In less than a minute, Katherine bounded down the stairs. She was in a great mood after having so much fun with Suzanne.

Susan turned around from the stove to greet her daughter, and saw Suzanne still jacking off Alan's prick. That wasn't much of a surprise, but the fact that Suzanne was now topless certainly was. "Suzanne!" she griped. "Your blouse. What happened to your blouse?"

As Katherine flew into the kitchen, she took stock of the situation and quipped, "Hi Mom. It probably went to the same place as your dress."

Susan reached around and felt her ass. She realized in horror that her ass was still completely uncovered and now three people were staring at it. She finally pulled her dress back down and covered it up.

Meanwhile, Suzanne answered, "Susan, you don't expect me to jack off Alan with my clothes on, do you? That's so unstimulating for the poor guy. We have to think of his needs." Suzanne technically wasn't blowing Alan, but her mouth was so close to the tip of his penis that her breathing stimulated it even further.

Susan was now increasingly irked, both at herself and at everyone else. She felt like she'd been made a fool of. She said crossly, "Well it is technically possible, you know. And there are more important things in the universe than stimulating Alan, believe it or not. But as a matter of fact, I'm putting my foot down. Please stop that right now. Alan, it's time for dinner. It's time to get seated at the dinner table. You too, Katherine."

Alan was greatly enjoying things. Getting blown or sucked was such a common thing for him by now that he felt completely relaxed, and stood casually with his hands in his pockets while Suzanne had one leg snaked between his and her tits pressed into his pants-covered thighs. Even though Susan had just covered up her butt and was now actually fairly covered up, that was almost made up by the skimpy dress Katherine wore. Life was good and the only limit to his fun was how much his penis could take. Today he was certainly testing the very limits of just how much stimulation one man could stand.

Suzanne's blouse hung wrapped around her stomach. She pulled it back up and buttoned it together. "Susan, you're cross. Sorry. I'm really not trying to be flip or undermine your authority here. It's just that, well, thinking about Alan's penis makes me want to do crazy things. Of course I want to throw my clothes off and suck him to completion."

"Don't we all," Katherine giddily interrupted. "What did I miss here?" She grabbed some plates and silverware and set the dining table.

"Oh, not much," Susan said, glum but a little bit mollified. "Just the usual. Too much talk about sexual things." She turned to the now-standing Suzanne. Alan stood next to her, but he was finally putting his penis back in his pants. "And I understand where you're coming from, Suzanne. Boy, do I understand. I can't believe I let Alan do that to my ass, but I get carried away too. But let's try to respect each other's wishes a bit more, okay?"

"Yes. Certainly. And speaking of dinner, I really should be going. My husband and kids must be starving. If my husband only knew what was keeping me, he might get a little bit angry! I've gotta run. I'll see you later." Suzanne rushed to the front door and left.

CHAPTER 4

Susan left to change out of her cooking clothes into something more formal and more alluring. The Plummers sat down at the dinner table. Then Susan said grace. Finally Katherine was free to talk and she asked, "So what's the special occasion, Mom?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're actually wearing clothes!" Katherine laughed at her own joke.

Susan wasn't so pleased. "Very funny," she griped. She nervously twirled a strand of hair in her fingers, afraid Alan might not like her appearance.

"Well, I think you look great, Mom," Alan said positively. "You know, sometimes you're just as alluring all dressed up as when you're naked."

"Thank you, Tiger." Susan was very relieved to hear his compliment. She was wearing a lilac dress with long white sleeves. It exposed a tremendous amount of cleavage, but compared to what she was wearing lately, it seemed conservative, since it didn't have any potential for her nipples or tits to pop out. The fact that this dress was now considered conservative showed how much things had changed in just a few weeks.

Of course, she wasn't wearing any bra or panties. The feeling of her nipples and mound rubbing against the rough fabric helped keep her in an aroused state.

"What do you think, Sis?"

"Oh, I think Mom looks totally steaming hot. Good enough to eat." Katherine lewdly licked her lips. Coming straight from sex with Suzanne, she was very aroused by the prospect of doing the same to her mother.

Susan could feel the sexual desire radiating from her daughter, and nervously tried to change the subject. "Speaking of good enough to eat, let me get the food."

When Susan came back to the table, Katherine asked, "So what's all this about your ass, Mom? Why was it hanging out so deliciously naked when I came down, and what did you say Alan was doing to it?"

Susan sighed. "Here we go again. Let's see. How can I explain this?"

Alan helped out. "Sis, I was fondling Mom's ass when Suzanne came over. But I wasn't violating the no-touching rule. You see, when Mom set that rule, she also said that it would be okay if I got her attention that I needed sexual relief by grabbing her butt." Susan made an excuse to go back into the kitchen, blushing profusely.

Katherine quietly grumbled and was jealous about that until she thought some more, and came up with an idea. Then she enthused, "Oh great! What a great rule! If you want to get my attention, why don't you do something similar? I know! You can stick your finger up my fuck hole. Or really, any object of that general size and shape. That'll be sure to get my attention, heh-heh."

"Kaaaathriiiine!" chided Susan from the kitchen. "You know Alan shouldn't do something like that. Even talking like that is so unladylike. It's so very improper! Words like 'fuck hole' - for shame. Angel, I thought I raised you better. Why don't you think of something else?"

"Okay," Katherine said, delighted that Susan didn't mind the general concept of having her own special way of getting Alan's attention. "Let's see... the butt is already taken. We could make it the boobs, but let's face it, mine aren't as nice as some other people's around here." She made a frustrated, screwed-up face at that thought. "Oh, I know: my pussy! Not the inside, Mom, but the shaved smooth outside. That's something special. Alan could pet the outside. What do you think, Big Fa... Well... uh, Brother?"

"Sounds fine to me!" He picked up his fork and knife and began to eat.

"What about you, Mom?" Katherine asked. "Is that an okay signal?"

"Well, Angel, I don't really see why we need these signals in the first place, but I guess since I have one... Alan, do you promise to restrain yourself and go no further than the outside with this signal?"

"Yes, I promise. I won't go any further when signaling." But to himself he thought, However, when not signaling I'm going to keep fucking her silly. Alan had never broken a promise, as far as his mother knew. But he often would only adhere to the "letter of the law" and this time he realized he'd found another loophole. He even justified fucking his sister by the fact that his mother had never explicitly forbade them from fucking each other.

Before Susan could fully process his clarification, Katherine cried, "Goody! Why don't we try it out right now, and see if it works?" She stood up and walked around the table to Alan. She wore a short dress and pulled it up, so that Alan's face was inches from his sister's bare pussy.

"Katherine, not at dinner!" Susan said. "You haven't eaten yet."

"But moooOOOOoooom..." Katherine whined.

Alan more cleverly said, "Mom, do you suppose we could try it out for just a minute? I think it would be important to establish just what's acceptable here, while you're nearby, so you can help us clarify some gray areas. Otherwise we won't know how far to go when we're alone."

Susan felt trapped but compelled by that logic. "I don't know. It's so improper. I mean, doing something like that in a common room, in front of someone else..."

"But Mom," he persisted, "you were just letting me fondle your ass when Suzanne walked by. And you blew me in the back yard in front of two people, even."

She blushed some more. Alan thought that both cute and arousing. As usual, she relented. "Don't remind me of my shameful mistakes. ... Okay, okay, fine. But just to clarify the boundaries. Very briefly! Your food is just sitting there."

"Excellent!" Katherine cried. She immediately took all of her clothes off. The two of them moved to a couch near the dining room table.

"What do you think you're doing?" Susan complained to her daughter. "Your clothes!"

But rather than let Katherine answer, Alan immediately placed his hand on his sister's pussy and asked Susan, "Here's a question: the clitoris. What do you think about my touching the clit? It is on the outside, you know. So isn't it okay?"

Alan naturally rubbed Katherine's clit as he asked this. He used his left hand to pull back the hood and rubbed the tip until it stuck out like a little prick, red and swollen. He used his sister's moans as an excuse to push things even farther. "I hope I'm not being too rough; maybe you need a little lubricant." He licked his finger and rubbed her nub even faster now that it was covered with spit.

Susan waffled. "I don't know. I mean, that seems awfully sexual."

"But is it really that different from pinching a nipple after touching a breast?"

"Well, no, but..."

He cut in, and went on before she could think, "Then we're in agreement. But what about the pussy lips? That's a tougher one. If I put my finger right here, along Katherine's slit, I'm still on the outside, but I could kind of press down, like this."

His finger first circled around the outer lips, then slid back and forth in between the inner folds. He was still holding back the hood with his other hand. He managed to rub her clit while massaging his sister's meaty pussy lips.

Susan was silent, as if struck dumb by the sight. He said, "So that's on the outside. Whereas THIS is on the inside." He dramatically plunged three fingers into her hole and started up a rapid fucking action with his hand. Katherine moaned loudly. She was in a very happy place as his fingers explored her clit and then caressed her pussy lips, all wet with her juices. She could even smell her own aroma which was filling the room. Her mother could easily smell it too.

"Tiger, please. Outside only! And in any case, the proper time for that is after dinner! Your food is getting cold. I thought you were talking about just petting the area where she used to have hair." Susan looked down into her lap and noticed that her legs were rubbing together, as if someone else were in control of them. It took all of her self-control to force them to stop moving.

"Oh, you mean like this?" Alan took his fingers out of his sister's steaming hole and caressed her silky skin all around her pussy lips, which was very sensitive. His sister moaned again. Susan formed a serious, disapproving frown, so Alan tried to wrap things up. "I'll try to keep it like this and go no further than what I was doing earlier."

"Fine." Susan sighed. "Now that we've got that sorted out, The two of you, please sit down and eat the food I spent so much time making. You really shouldn't be doing this kind of thing in front of other people, even me. Can we be a normal family for five minutes?"

All three of them sat down and began to eat. Susan glared at her daughter. "Katherine? Forget something?"

"Oh yeah." Katherine got up and put her clothes back on.

"Really!" Susan complained as she ate, "I think you two take far too much advantage of my kind nature. Imagine. Eating dinner naked! Remember, you're both grounded for the week."

"Which means I can stay home and suck Alan's Popsicle all week long!" Katherine happily pointed out. She was sitting again after quickly throwing her clothes back on.

"No, young lady, remember the other part of your punishment? No blow... um, oral stimulation tasks for you. But since I'm in a generous mood, I'll let you stimulate him once a day with your hands, but that's it. And you're done for today. After all, you're supposed to be having a punishment, not a reward. And Alan, remember, no touching her either. You're grounded too."

"Except for touching her pussy, to get her attention," he pointed out.

"Yes, I suppose. Except for that. Just once a day though. God, I can't believe how weak I am!" She wagged a finger at both of them in a mothering way. "And no more stunts like this pussy-petting at dinner or whatever you call it. Is that clear? ... Oh my. I said 'pussy.' Is there any decent word for that area? Bush? Mound? Oh dear. Nothing works. You two are corrupting me." They nodded in agreement at her restrictions and tried to hide their smiles.

CHAPTER 5

Susan continued, "We're a normal family eating a normal dinner. So can we please focus on talking about something at dinner other than sucking Alan's Popsicle? Um, I mean, uh, stimulating Alan's member?"

"Sure. But Mom, you're not weak," Alan explained. "This week I'm going to need all the help I can get. Remember that my Boy Scout hike is coming up this weekend? I'm going to be gone all of Saturday and Sunday. This means I'll probably need to aim for seven or eight times a day for the week before and after, since I'll be lucky to have even one orgasm on both of those days."

Alan had been in the Boy Scouts for years, and he was on the verge of becoming an Eagle Scout. He had all but dotted the i's and crossed the t's. But ever since he had begun his "treatment" he had been neglecting the Scouts. He realized he had to go on this camping trip or he'd be in serious trouble with his scouting troop.

"Oh my!" Susan exclaimed. The implications sank in as she imagined blowing her son many times a day. Her pussy started throbbing and her nipples grew harder than ever, but she clenched her legs and tried to think wholesome, religious thoughts. "Oh dear. Tiger, that's going to be really tough. Do you think you'll be able to handle it?"

"I don't know. To average six times a day is so hard. As you know, even though today has been an exceptional day so far, I was below target the last couple of days. So you can see I'm really going to need a lot of help. Especially from you and Suzanne, Mom, since you won't let Katherine help much. And the sheer amount of time it takes to get sucked off so many times! Luckily this is a weekend and so we can really take time and enjoy ourselves. But how can I manage so many times during the school week? I'm thinking that sometimes it may be helpful if someone could just milk me with me hardly noticing. Like, for instance, if I'm doing my homework, Mom, and you come up and jack me off and I never even stop doing my homework the whole time."

"I don't know, Tiger," said a visibly worried Susan. "I'm supposed to be punishing you, even if it's only until Tuesday... I promise that when Tuesday comes around I'll really help you out a lot..."

Alan could see she was wavering. "You just said the punishment was for blowjobs only. But in any case, you'll hardly let Katherine touch me, and you won't touch me now, so you expect Suzanne to do everything? She's here some of the time, but not all the time. Like she's never over in the mornings, and I need a lot of help then. I can barely make six as it is; how can I do seven or eight without a lot of help from more than just her?"

"I don't know, Tiger. But you've hardly eaten a bite yet. Is this really an appropriate topic for dinner conservation?"

So they changed topics and finished dinner. When it was over, Susan went back to her room to change. Despite the compliments, she already felt overdressed. Screw this "clothes" shit, she cursed to herself as she stood before her dressing closet. Who needs all that heavy clothing? We live in Southern California. Clothes are unnecessary in this weather. There's a penis out there to be pleased and sucked. With Angel out there as competition, I'd better wear something that'll allow more "accidents" so he'll notice ME. Let's see.... This'll do. She grabbed the lowest cut dress she could find and put it on.

Alan and Katherine were eating ice cream for dessert as she sat back down. "Now, where were we? Now that dinner is over, we were going to finish our discussion about penis stimulation."

"I think we're near a decision," said Alan. "Come on Mom, what'll it be? Can't you help out more, or have Katherine help out more, or both?"

"Hmm... I don't know," she said uncertainly. She hoped to at least make it without blowing him until Tuesday. "What if you just have Suzanne help you a couple of times a day, and 'do your thing' to make up the difference? For the next two days?"

Susan sat at the head of the table, and Alan and Katherine sat on either side of her, as they usually did. Susan leaned forward as if deeply engrossed in the topic, which caused her skimpy orange dress to slide down. Her bountiful mounds spilled forward, fully exposed to his eyes.

Despite all her talk about wanting to act like a normal family, she had specifically changed into this dress just so it could slip down in this manner. Her face looked demure, but her erect nipples betrayed her excitement. The fact was, she'd been so sexually aroused at the pool earlier that she still had an erotic buzz she couldn't shake. Alan's ass fondling before dinner got the buzz humming even louder, but then they'd been interrupted before the two of them could get off. Furthermore, the fact that Alan was doing things to her right in front of Suzanne and Katherine turned her on even more. The idea of being ravished by Alan in a crowded public space kept intruding on her thoughts.

It was all Alan could do not to reach out and pinch his mother's nipples. But he was equally distracted by his sister across the table from him. She wore a thin top which barely had enough fabric to not qualify as see-through. Worse (or better, depending on one's point of view), it was about two sizes too large, and one or the other of the two shoulder straps fell off her shoulders practically every time she took another bite to eat. This frequently caused her top to fall down enough to completely expose a boob.

Alan finally tore his mind from his mother and sister's tits long enough to answer, "Um, Mom, if you have me 'do my thing' that often, my penis is certainly going to get seriously chafed."

Katherine giggled at the always absurd notion of penis chafing. She said as seriously as she could, "That's a big problem, Bro. Are you sure it isn't chafed already? Maybe we should take a look."

Alan looked to his mother for permission.

She coughed nervously. "Ah, yes. I think that, uh, for medical reasons, it's good to see its condition now before we consider the future."

So Alan unzipped his shorts and released his eager penis. As he'd just finished eating his dessert, he pulled his chair away from the table (and closer to his mother) so the other two could have a good view.

It was as if he'd hit a button controlling his mother labeled "pant." Susan's chest immediately began heaving as her breath became heavy and ragged from seeing the mouthwatering penis so close to her. He felt he could watch her heaving breasts for hours. He eventually tore his eyes away long enough to look back at his sister's chest, and noticed a similar reaction. It was almost comical how loudly the two of them were now panting.

In fact, Susan got so horny so quickly that it was all she could do not to reach into his lap and start stroking. But she still had enough of her old mindset to worry about doing that in front of Katherine, so instead, she said, "Tiger, why don't you scoot up to the table there, and I'll get you both some cookies."

She didn't really want to get them cookies as they'd just had ice cream, but it was an excuse for her to get away before she did something rash. She stood up to go.

Alan replied, "Okay, but you know there's a certain morning alarm clock that I've been greatly missing. Honestly. I thought after Tuesday that maybe I'd see that more often."

Susan gasped and fled to the kitchen.

She somewhat composed herself, and remembered to pull her dress back up. She returned to the dining room with a plate of cookies a couple of minutes later.

Alan was scooted all the way forward, so Susan couldn't see into his lap from where she now sat. But what she didn't know what that while she was in the kitchen, Katherine had started to play footsie.

Alan was all the way forward to help facilitate the movements of his sister. As it was, she had to slump in her chair, acting as if she was really full, in order to reach across the wide table. Her foot found his exposed penis and trapped it against his thigh. As she built up a good rhythm of pressing down on it and rubbing, she couldn't help but briefly let out a wicked smile. Susan was still too flustered to notice.

Alan wolfed down a couple of cookies, and slouched back in his chair, giving his sister's foot even better access. He opened his legs wide, and she experimented with two feet on his penis at once. It wasn't easy, especially with an unsuspecting Susan sitting only a couple of feet away, but she managed to trap the penis with one foot and rub the penis against it with the other. However, it wasn't worth all the extra effort so she soon returned to rubbing his penis into his thigh with just the one foot.

Katherine commented, "Hey, Bro, I'll bet it feels good to relax after a nice meal like that."

"Oh, it sure does, Sis. It feels incredible. You have no idea how good." Of course, they were talking about the footsie job, but Susan didn't know that.

"Oh, I think I have some idea," she winked.

He turned to Susan and said, "Boy, that really was good, Mom. And homemade chocolate chip cookies, again!" Ever since her husband Ron had returned to Asia, it seemed that she was cooking Alan's favorite dishes and making special desserts every night. The house was overflowing with homemade cookies. She smiled widely at his compliment. She couldn't explain why, but lately she was extremely eager to please him in all things.

He added, "Now that I'm done, can I get Katherine's attention, properly?"

She frowned at that. "Certainly not! I said..."

"You said," Alan interrupted, "And I quote, 'The proper time for that is after dinner.' So we're just obeying your instructions from earlier."

Susan wrinkled her brow in consternation, tricked by her own words. She was mostly worried that the sight would get her too aroused again. She wavered. "I don't know. My Angel is still eating a cookie and I..."

Before Susan could get any further, Katherine took that as a yes and yelped in glee. Then she said, "Don't worry, Mom, I'm all done." She stuffed the rest of the cookie into her mouth and finished it off. "Come over here, Brother." She took her foot off of his crotch, and he stood up.

Alan walked around to the other side of the table to sit next to his sister. He stepped out of his shorts as he got up, and his stiff penis bounced proudly as he walked.

"Tiger!" Susan complained. "Your shorts!" She'd managed to calm down a bit when she went to the kitchen, but her boobs resumed heaving as she watching the glorious penis bounce right past her. He deliberately made it worse by pausing right in front of her. With his penis nearly at her eye level, he reached forward and grabbed another cookie. She grasped at her chest as if struggling for air, and that caused her low cut dress to fall below her nipples. For once, she didn't do it on purpose; she was just reacting and clutching instinctively, and the dress did the rest.

"What, Mom? Didn't you ask me to take my penis out earlier? And I'm so stuffed after that wonderful meal that I can hardly expect to keep my shorts on." He stood above his sister and admired a great view down his sister's top, the nipples clearly visible through the fabric.

Then he sat down next to Katherine, and she lifted up her skirt for him. He asked, "Aren't you stuffed, Sis?"

"Gosh, I'm very stuffed!" she proclaimed. "But I like it, feeling stuffed. Don't you think, Mom, that sometimes it feels really good to just be totally stuffed?" She tore her eyes from Alan to look at her mother as her own shoulder strap fell for what seemed to be the thousandth time, but her wide-eyed and panting mother completely missed Katherine's double meaning.

Meanwhile, Alan began to caress Katherine's bare pussy. She'd thoughtfully pushed her chair far away from the dinner table to give Alan better access to her lap, but also so her mother could see everything.

"I don't know," their mother replied, "I try to watch my weight very carefully, so I feel too guilty to enjoy feeling really full." She felt like she had to put her foot down and calm her children's behavior, but before she could respond to one thing, something else would come up. At that very moment, she had to complain, "Alan, take your hands off of her tits. Uh, her breasts. Isn't the pussy good enough for you?"

"Oh. Sorry." He obeyed his mother's command.

Susan's brain wasn't working well. She was fantasizing that it was her pussy which was shaved to look like a girl's, and that his hands were running all over and inside her most private region.

She normally would have felt angry and/or jealous, but she was too aroused. Instead, she thought, All I'd have to do is give the word, and I'm sure he'd be delighted the rub me down there. Just like that. It would be so easy. Maybe I should have him do me, to save my precious Angel from his rapacious clutches. Is he pulling on her clitoris? I'll bet he is! She leaned forward and confirmed that was what he was doing. God yes! Of course he is. He knows exactly how to please a woman; how to take her to the pinnacles of desire! I'm so worked up that I can barely breathe! Pull on my little nub, Tiger! Make your mommy feel good! She rubbed her legs together under the table, but it was merely a feeble glimmer of the stimulation she really wanted.

Katherine gave up eating and spread her legs wider. "Well, Mom, sometimes you just have to ignore your guilt and let yourself go every now and then. I think it does a world of good. I think you should get stuffed and just enjoy yourself. Don't you agree, Brother?"

"Oh certainly, Sis," he replied, as he happily stroked. "Mom, one of these days I'd really like to stuff you myself." Katherine nearly choked on his blatant innuendo and her eyes went wide as he still pulled and played with her clit. "After all, you're always cooking for us. One of these days we should cook a really nice meal for you." The extra sentences helped tone his meaning down, but Susan seemed remarkably oblivious in any case.

"That would be really nice," Susan said, wide eyed and breathless. "Maybe you can surprise me for my birthday or Mother's Day. Meanwhile, why don't we get up and clean these dishes?"

Susan's jealousy was kicking in and she couldn't take much more stimulation. She looked over at her daughter.

Katherine was bold enough to lift her left leg and hang it off the armrest of her dinner chair. It gave Susan a clear view of her crotch and allowed Alan greater access to her entire erogenous zone. It was clear the her slick oil was running out of her pussy and rolling down over her asshole.

Susan stood up. Both of her nipples were already on display, and now her top dropped completely off of her tits and fell down her stomach.

"Believe me, I'll definitely surprise you with it, one of these days."

Alan found it a bit difficult to converse with his mother. Not only were both of her tits hanging out, but her chest was heaving even more than before, as if she was on the verge of hyperventilating. Furthermore, now that she stood up, she rubbed her thighs back and forth against each other as if she was trying to start a fire with two sticks. Her pussy juices were flowing freely under her loose, orange dress, and she delighted in the slippery sliding between her wet thighs. It was a most distracting sight to watch, even with her dress in the way.

Susan had a strong feeling there was something extra going on, something sexual in the words her children were saying, and she didn't understand it. But the idea that they might be tricking her and toying with her somehow turned her on even more.

She closed her eyes and imagined that both of them stopped what they were doing and jumped her instead. Her fantasies weren't just about Alan; she wanted both of her children carnally and in the worst way. She imagined the two of them tying her up as she screamed for mercy. Katherine then sat on her face and forced her to lick her hairless crotch while Alan sank his penis into her vagina and fucked her mercilessly. She thought, It's a mother's duty to provide for her children. In my case, that means I should provide them my hot body so they can fill up all my orifices with their fluids until cum is dribbling out of my mouth, ass, and cunt. That's just what responsible, good mommies do. She could feel Katherine's slick, shaved skin rub against her nose, and feel Alan's dick rhythmically bang against her cervix.

Her fantasy seemed so real that when she opened her eyes again she could scarcely believe they were still at the table and not all over her. She stepped forward and grabbed the table to brace herself as she felt a mini-orgasm quake between her legs.

Given that both the females near Alan were obviously as horny as cats in heat, he felt he was doing a pretty admirable job of keeping up the small talk. He continued to stroke his sister's pussy, and while he didn't put his finger into it, he focused intently on her pussy lips and clit. She was as wet as her mother and she was barely able to restrain herself from attacking his penis as it was slapping her legs.

Suddenly, Susan shouted out, "No! Don't do it to your mommy!"

Her two children stopped what they were doing and looked in her direction. She was still engrossed in her rape fantasy and at first didn't realize she'd said something out loud. "Do what?" Alan asked quizzically.

Covering for her accident outburst, she stammered, "Um, uh, don't disappoint your mommy, I mean your mother, by doing that to your sister too long." Gathering steam as she realized her words made sense, she added more forcefully, "I want you two to stop right now and clean up. Katherine, the kitchen is a complete mess. I want you to clean it top to bottom. Alan, you're in charge of the dishes." She didn't actually care about the kitchen at that moment, but she needed things to cool down before she literally burst with desire.

"The dishes?" he mildly griped. His mother hadn't been giving him chores for the past week, ever since she'd openly fallen in love with cocksucking, and he was getting a bit spoiled about that. "What about my penis? It really, really needs help! And Sis is right here..."

"Put on your shorts and behave yourself. Really!" As she said this, her dress slipped further down. Only her wide hips prevented it from falling all the way to the floor. "Katherine is grounded and shouldn't be enjoying herself with such things. I'm going to take a shower right now, and I fully expect you two to behave in the meantime. I'm at the end of my rope, especially the way you two violated my trust by the pool this afternoon, and if I come back and you aren't responsibly doing your chores, I think I'm going to break down and cry. You make me feel like a bad mother. ... When I come back, we'll see about your penis needs."

Susan hurried out of the room. She'd decided that she needed a quick, cold shower to cool her ardor down. She was inches from just ripping her dress off and yelling, "Do me! Now!" She didn't even care who - Katherine or Alan, or preferably both.

CHAPTER 6

The cold shower did the trick, and made Susan feel much better. When she got out, she felt nearly normal. But, in anticipation of more cocksucking to come, she decided to just wear the dark blue bath robe hanging in the bathroom. She walked into the kitchen dressed in it, and was delighted to see her children hard at work. Alan even had his shorts on and zipped up. She joined in for a few minutes until the dishes were done and Alan was free of obligations.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" she asked. "Now, Tiger, let's see to this problem in your shorts. Do you still need help?"

"Mom, you want to see something hard? I'll show you something hard." With one fell swoop he pulled his shorts to his knees and his penis sprung out and bounced around wildly.

As Susan was calmed down now, she merely responded with a curious, "Hrm." But, taking a closer look at his entire crotch region, she noticed how surprisingly red his thighs were. Then she remembered that when the four of them lay out earlier in the day, his legs were the last body part to have suntan lotion applied.

"Oh no, Tiger, look at your legs!" she cried in dismay. "You're getting a serious burn there. Here, Angel, you finish up here in the kitchen and I'll go get some aloe vera to put on your brother before he burns up. The floor could use a good mopping." Susan went out the back patio to break off fresh leaves of aloe vera from plants in the backyard.

"Oh great. Whoop-de-doo," said Katherine, rolling her eyes. "Mopping instead of my brother's cock. I can't wait for my punishment to be over."

Susan overheard Katherine from outside, and chided her daughter's language as she walked back inside. "Angel, please be polite and refer to it as your brother's penis or member, not a cock." She temporarily forgot or ignored how she'd already called it a cock many times in the heat of passion. She was trying to keep the atmosphere more "professional" than it was before the shower.

Even as she tried to maintain a typical suburban soccer mom attitude on the outside, on the inside, the sight of Alan's rigid penis standing at attention was beginning to get to her. All she could think was "cock, cock, cock." She was hardly back from the patio for ten seconds when she felt the bath robe suffocating her. She loosened the sash and parted the front until her nipples were exposed. That made her feel much better.

Alan retired into the living room and sat down on a plush reclining chair. Susan stayed in the kitchen to cut up the aloe vera. She took her time, psyching herself up to clean Alan's penis without getting too excited. Memories of her fantasy of being raped by her children were still fresh in her mind, and she was horribly ashamed by her thoughts. She resolved to never, ever think such nasty things again.

After a couple of minutes, Susan came to her son with freshly cut slices of aloe vera. The edges of her bath robe were already being held in place by her extended nipples. She walked over to him dressed like that. She looked at his crotch with some trepidation, remembering that she wasn't even allowed to give him a blowjob until Tuesday. She hoped that she could restrain herself to a mere handjob, but she had serious doubts about her willpower.

As soon as she bent over, the nipples couldn't hold the robe in place, and it exposed the rest of her tits and stomach up above the sash. It opened below the sash too, as the fabric fell off each side of her legs. It was almost as if she wore nothing below the sash, and the only reason he couldn't see all of her pussy lips was that she kept her legs tightly closed. A wave of excitement and relief surged over her with the awareness that her whole chest and crotch was exposed to her son's eyes. A big smile came to her face. She felt as if she'd just been unshackled from prison chains. Needless to say, she pretended not to notice how much she was showing so she could stay that way.

Alan's legs weren't terribly red and probably wouldn't peel, but they did hurt some. Susan applied the aloe as she talked to him about the importance of covering up and protecting his skin. She worked all around his erect penis, acting for the moment as if it wasn't there.

As she finished his thighs (the backs of the legs and lower legs weren't nearly as bad because of how he'd been sitting), he took her hand in his and pulled it to his penis.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Susan said nervously, as if she hadn't seen and touched his penis many times already, as if his penis wasn't already exposed, and as if she wasn't aware that nearly her entire front side was exposed. It seemed all her efforts to calm down were in vain, because she was heaving and flushed once more.

"I'm even more red right here." Alan held on to his penis with his other hand, and slipped the hand up and down as if to show just where he was red and how she could help.

Alan had naturally dark skin everywhere, but it was slightly paler under his underwear. So that skin was a bit redder than his thighs, especially in the areas not covered by his new skimpy bathing suit, which was most everywhere. "You can see even my penis is red. I think it needs extra help." This wasn't really true, but Alan figured that would give his mother a nice excuse to stroke it.

"Oh... my," was all Susan could say. Finally she picked up another aloe leaf. "Let's get it all covered then." She began to rub the cut aloe leaf all over his penis. The jelly-like material inside the leaf slowly squeezed out, and felt deliciously cool against his warm, engorged skin. She deliberately leaned in close, so his erect penis remained inches from her mouth. Several times the tip lightly rubbed past her cheek or chin, nearly driving both of them crazy with desire.

She thoroughly covered it with the slippery aloe leaf. Very thoroughly. At some point, probably without her even realizing when the change occurred, she stopped rubbing in the aloe and began giving him a fantastic handjob. The aloe functioned like Vaseline, and they both loved the oily effect it gave.

She'd never rubbed a thoroughly greased-up prick before (she'd almost done it earlier in the day with suntan lotion, but she ended up giving him a blowjob instead). She soon began to enthusiastically throw herself into the job. She bounced up and down from her crouched position as she imagined the hot rod between her legs instead of in her hands. That in turn caused her boobs to bounce in every direction and even crash into each other. The sash on her blue robe opened more and more until the robe ended up in a heap on the ground all around her.

She was just about to take a hand and impale it into her dripping pussy when Alan began to orgasm. She froze for precious seconds while the first ropes of cum hit her cheeks. Then, thinking nothing more than Yummy!, she stuffed it in her mouth and sucked.

After the ropes of cum stopped shooting into her mouth, Susan looked up at Alan briefly and said, "Oh dear. I forgot I wasn't supposed to do that. Your punishment. I can't even keep your penis out of my mouth for three days! Heck, I wasn't even able to do it for half of a day. Your mother is just too naughty for words." She giggled delightfully at her own naughtiness. They were the first words either of them spoke since she began applying the aloe vera on his penis.

CHAPTER 7

Somehow his penis remained fairly hard for another couple of minutes. Not much cum had landed on Susan's face as she'd managed to swallow most of it, but there was a fair amount on his penis. So she carefully licked it, and at the same time ended up sucking off nearly all of the aloe vera as well. "We have to get you nice and clean," she said. "It's part of mommy's daily duties." The restraints she'd regained with the shower earlier were long gone, and now the overriding and nearly only thought in her mind was Yummy cock.

She meanwhile used a hand to pump his penis and prevent him from getting flaccid. Between her hands, her mouth, and her infectious enthusiasm, Alan was soon hard again, if he'd ever really gone flaccid at all. She drew her mouth in close to its tip and said, "Tiger, why don't we just forget all about your punishment? Mommy needs your cock in her mouth every single day, or she just doesn't feel right. Not to mention, I have to reward you for giving me so many wonderful orgasms today."

"Okay," he gasped, as his penis disappeared far into her mouth again.

She sucked lovingly and tenderly for long minutes, naked on her knees before him.

She alternated between sucking and licking. When she licked, she said sexy things between licks, like, "Tiger, I'm your mommy. Is it right to have your mommy suck you like this?" and "Why does Mommy like to play with your penis so much? It's so very improper!" and "That was number nine today, wasn't it? You're such an unstoppable sex machine!" Alan's favorite was, "Mommy's going start to use kneepads tomorrow, because she just loves to be naked in front of you. Don't you think Mommy belongs on her knees at all times, sucking your cock?"

But her questions were rhetorical, and Alan knew better than to answer them with anything more than affirming moans. So when she said, "Tiger, if you're going to get your cock sucked, you'd better come to the best cocksucker around. Mommy's the best," she was surprised to get a response. She was even more surprised that the reply came from someone other than Alan.

She heard Katherine say, "The best cocksucker? Some of us might have a different idea on who that is."

Susan looked up in fright and confusion, and saw Katherine and Amy standing in the dining room and looking into the living room where she was kneeling before Alan.

Both smiled, and Amy said, "Great performance, Susan." They clapped for her performance.

Susan stopped licking and tried to cover up in shame. She put one arm in front of her boobs and used her other arm to try and hide Alan's penis. She pushed it up against his stomach and put her hand and arm over it to try and hide it as best she could. But the effect was more comical than anything, because it made her look much naughtier than if she'd just let go.

Angel I can understand, she thought, I completely forget she was right there, one room away in the kitchen. But Amy?!? Oh shit! She must have come in the back door. What's she doing here? Susan's horny mood drained away instantly, and she shrank back from the two girls in abject shame. Alan, however, wasn't embarrassed at all since he knew he had nothing to fear from the happy observers. But with a lack of further stimulation his penis started to get flaccid, even as Susan continued to hold it against his stomach.

Susan cried out in distress, "Amy, I can explain! It's not what you think! I, uh, I was..." She was caught red-handed and couldn't think of any excuse to explain away her incestuous act.

"Don't worry, Mom," Katherine quickly said before her mother freaked out too much. "Amy pretty much understands everything. In fact, she's massaged Alan's penis a couple of times herself, haven't you, Amy?"

"Yeah. It feels neat!" Amy said breezily. "I like his thingy. But when I did it, it got all hard and happy. That gave Alan energy. But look - you're making it all small and sad!" Amy ended up frowning by the end of her explanation. One could see through Susan's fingers that Alan's penis was semi-flaccid by now.

"Um," Katherine added, somewhat embarrassed, "we told her a lot, but as you can see, we didn't tell her everything."

Even Susan couldn't help snorting a laugh in response to that. "I guess not," she chuckled. Susan felt incredibly relieved that Amy didn't disapprove of a mother's enthusiasm with her son's prick.

Alan stepped in to the conversation to explain. "You see, Amy, it turns out guys have the same leakage problem women do. If you stroke it or suck it too long, then a bunch of white stuff comes out, and it gets soft again. But that's okay. That makes me even more happy and gives me even more energy, 'cos it feels really good."

"Oh, gosh!" Amy said, looking like an idiot. "I didn't know you could suck it too, although now that I think of it, that's what guys must mean when they say 'suck me' all the time. ... That looks like fun! Susan, are you going to suck him some more or can I give it a try? Oh wait! Look at me, I'm overdressed. I'm still wearing panties!"

Amy threw off her clothes with her usual abandon. She stood in her birthday suit in seconds, and Susan just goggled in surprise. Amy walked into the living room and then across it down the hallway to the front door. Everyone watched her wide, naked butt wiggle seductively as she walked away. She placed her panties in the underwear cabinet and put her clothes on top of it and then came back still stark naked. The sight made Alan get hard again, and Susan could feel the change as she continued to hold his penis up against his stomach.

"Um, aren't you going to keep some clothes on?" Susan said, still trying to come to grips with Amy's presence. Susan still sat on her knees in front of Alan, and was still nude but for the robe fallen around her feet. She also had forgotten that cum was still dripped down her face from Alan's climax before the two girls arrived.

Amy pointed out, "I thought that Alan said when we do these kinds of things, it's best to not wear clothes."

"These kinds of things?" Susan asked suspiciously, turning up towards Alan's face. "Just what exactly have you done with Amy?!?"

"Katherine and I have helped shave Amy's pussy a couple of times. Especially Katherine. You've noticed it's been shaved, and that's how. Everyone on the cheerleading squad is going for the shaved look - look at Katherine, too. So she came to us for help. But the only thing she's done with my penis is rub it. She got it hard a couple times. That's all."

"Hmm," said Susan suspiciously. She paused for a few moments, lost in thought. Then she looked up to Alan again, and whispered so only he could hear, "Tiger, do you want mommy to shave her pussy? Would that please you?"

He thought about it, and whispered back, "No. I like you just the way you are." But her willingness to shave got him excited and his penis began to revive.

Susan then looked at Amy seriously and asked her, "Does that explain it? Is that what they've been doing to you?" Susan found herself strangely excited that Alan had been playing around with the innocent Amy, and wanted to know more details.

Amy responded, "Yeah. I didn't even know the white stuff came out. But aren't they nice to help me out? I figure I'd be glad to make Alan's penis happy any time, after him helping me out on that and the leakage problem."

Alan quickly answered before Amy could. He realized they were getting in more dangerous ground here - Susan wouldn't like it if he and his sister were fingering Amy's pussy. "The leakage problem," he said. "It seems that shaving her pussy while she was making me happy started her pussy to leak fluid. We said we didn't know what that was and called it a leakage problem."

"You two!" Susan chided them. "Amy, that's not a problem at all! That's what happens when a woman gets sexually excited. It's perfectly natural." Susan was having more than a little "leakage problem" herself at the moment. Today seemed to be her day to be naked and performing sex acts in front of others, and deep down she loved it.

"There. You see, Amy?" Alan said, still keeping up the charade of the explanations they told her as much as he could. "What do you know? We should have asked Susan for the answer. Looks like she knows more than we do." Susan just rolled her eyes in exasperation, but didn't say any more.

"But why does the pussy need to leak?" Amy asked. She began masturbating herself though she stood only a few feet from Susan. "You see, if I put my finger in here, it only takes a couple of minutes until..."

"Amy!" interrupted Susan with a yell. "That's not really necessary to show me! I know what you mean. The body releases those fluids in anticipation of having sex. It's lubrication so the penis can go in easily. ... Um, Amy. I thought I said that's not really necessary." Amy still hadn't stopped fingering herself.

"It isn't?" Amy said dreamily. "That's okay, though. It still feels good." She sat on the ground and kept going, getting more into it. Alan smiled and Katherine giggled at Susan's exasperation with getting Amy to understand the need to stop.

"Thanks, Amy, but we don't really need an anatomy lesson here," Susan said dismissively.

"No? You don't?" Amy asked innocently. She pried open her pussy lips. "Well, I do, since you seem to know so much. You see the flaps of skin around my special hole? What do they call..."

Susan interrupted again, "Amy, now's not the time for such questions! I'm trying to maintain some decorum. I run a respectable house around here!" But even as Susan said this, the sight of Amy spreading her legs right before them made her even hornier than she already was, and she found herself unconsciously stroking Alan's penis still in her hand.

"'M'kay. Never mind." Amy went back to fingering herself.

Susan tried another tack. "No, really Amy, it's better you do that in a private place, like a bedroom."

"Oh, is it? M'kay! Katherine, let's go to your bedroom! And maybe you can finally let me borrow your dildo. Thanks a lot for the explanations and stuff, Susan!" Amy skipped off joyously towards the stairs, naked as the day she was born, and Katherine lit off after her.

"Hey Katherine, wait!" yelled Susan. Katherine turned around and headed back.

"What is it, Mom?" Katherine asked as innocently as she could. The short run had dropped her flimsy skirt down to her waist, so she quickly put her shoulder straps back on in case her mother was going to chide her about that.

"Umm..." Susan's mind reeled. Dildo? Leakage problem? Amy masturbating right in the living room? Nobody can keep their clothes on for five minutes. What the heck am I supposed to do as the only parent around here?!? Kneeling like I am in front of Alan's penis, I'm not really the first one to throw stones. Arrgh!! Susan somehow failed to recognize that not only was she kneeling in front of Alan's penis, she was still unthinkingly stroking it. Such stroking was becoming second nature to her. "Angel, just what to you plan to do in there, in your room with Amy?" she finally asked.

"I don't know. Shave our pussies, I guess." Katherine didn't bother to mention that she'd shaved Amy's pussy that very morning. Even Amy didn't expect another shaving, but she knew enough not to say anything. Katherine continued, "And if we both masturbate ourselves a little, that's all good too, right? The doctor said there's nothing wrong with masturbation, didn't he?"

Susan sighed. "Yeah, I guess," she finally conceded. "Just behave yourself, and remember the same boundaries you have with Alan apply to Amy. After all, you're still grounded. You're not supposed to be having fun, dammit!"

"Okay! We'll be careful. Oh, and by the way, do be careful who you say the best cocksucker here is, because some of us might disagree."

Katherine quickly bounded up the stairs and was gone. She liberally interpreted her mother's instructions to mean that just as she was allowed to stimulate Alan only once a day, she was only allowed to stimulate Amy once a day, starting from now. And the rules didn't say how many times Amy could make Katherine orgasm, since Amy wasn't a man. And there was nothing in the rules about dildos, either.

The two girls ended up not shaving each other, but just kissed and played with each other's pussies for the next hour. Luckily Katherine had two dildos handy and both of them got well used that night. She realized she really needed to buy a strap on dildo, and soon. If there was any lingering pretense that what they were doing wasn't sexual, Amy's discussion with Susan certainly broke it. So they got even more explicit in what they were doing. For the first time, Amy explored another woman's breasts, and Katherine explored hers. As with seemingly everything sexual, Amy took to it effortlessly and without question, as if she'd been doing it a long time already.

CHAPTER 8

Meanwhile, back in the living room, Susan sat thinking about her daughter and Amy, even while she still unthinkingly stroked Alan's penis resting on his stomach in her hand. Her other hand still tried to cover up her boobs.

So Alan has Amy helping out too, hunh? I guess that should be no big surprise. And probably someone else at school, judging by the checkmarks on his chart lately. Looks like he's building up quite a little stable of cocksuckers! she thought delightfully. He has a medical condition, and it's up to us women who love him to help him out. We just have to keep suck suck sucking my beautiful, cum-filled boy until we suck him dry. Amy's a real good kid. I don't mind sharing him with her, as long as she doesn't get in my way when I need a good suck. Which is going to be quite frequently, admittedly. Maybe she can take care of his needs at school, and I can handle things here at home...

Alan interrupted her thoughts. "Pretty weird, hunh, Mom? But I'm surprised you couldn't even stop stroking me long enough to talk to them."

"What do you mean? Hunh?" a confused Susan said, and then she looked and finally consciously realized what her hand was doing. "Oh no! I was doing this in front of them? I didn't even realize." But rather than stop, she redoubled her efforts and brought in her other hand to help. "What an embarrassing day. One thing after another." She sighed deeply. "They must think I'm a cum slut."

"Mom, remember what I said about calling yourself a slut? Be proud of who you are. I don't mind in the slightest if you talk to them while jacking me off and with cum all over your face: you're my mom, and nobody calls you a slut. You're just trying to help me out."

She'd forgotten all about the cum on her face, and began to wipe it up and stuff it into her mouth with one hand. As with her penis stroking, she now automatically ate any of his cum within reach without thinking. "Oh dear! I must look quite a sight. You're too kind to me, Alan. You really are. And the orgasms you give me... Let me thank you with an extra-special blowjob."

She leaned in to his crotch, but Alan stopped her with his hand. "Wait!' he said. "Are you sure? Now that I had a chance to think, it occurred to me this will be my tenth time just for today. Isn't that too much?"

She rubbed his penis against her cheek lovingly. "It's never too much, Tiger. Never. As long as your penis can handle it, then you should do it."

"Well, okay. I'll admit my penis is in surprisingly good shape, considering everything that happened today. But before you do that, can you finish up the job with the aloe vera?" He turned around and exposed his butt to Susan's close face. It clearly was just as red as his front. The short bathing suit had left him too exposed there, as well.

Susan made another, even heavier sigh. "Why do these kinds of things always happen to me?" she asked Alan rhetorically. "It's so tough being a mom these days. What would you say to Katherine in that situation she just gave me? Why is everything so sexual lately?" Alan lay down, and she straddled him and began rubbing Alan's naked ass with another aloe leaf.

"Sorry Mom," Alan said contritely. "I know that ever since my treatment started it must be very tough on you. Please forgive me for ruining your life."

She sighed yet again. "You haven't ruined my life. Nothing to apologize for. It's just so confusing. I don't know sometimes if I'm doing the right thing." The hand that wasn't holding the aloe vera began massaging the area she'd just covered, and quickly found its way into Alan's crack. Her finger even began to poke idly at the entrance of his anus as she talked.

"Mom, when you put your finger up there, you're definitely doing the right thing. Please put it all the way in."

She laughed. "That's not what I meant, silly." She kept talking as her hand movements became more sexual. "Don't worry; I'll do my best to help out this week. I guess it goes without saying that we can forget the no blowjobs punishment. I wasn't supposed to blow you until Tuesday, yet I've already blown you once this evening and am working on a second time. But that's okay. Your medical needs come first anyway. If you need extra help, I'll do what it takes. But just to get you through this Boy Scout thing, okay? Scouting is very important; you shouldn't miss that. After you get back on track with your six times a day, then we go back to the old rules."

Even as Susan said this she realized that, in her heart, a return to the old rules wasn't ever going to happen. It wasn't even clear what the old rules were, since she didn't want to stop cocksucking for anything. In her mind she meant just lots of cocksucking without all the slippery slope violations of all the other boundaries.

"Thanks, Mom! You're the best. But you know what would be an even better way for you to thank me? Don't just poke at the anus - stick your finger all the way in. It feels really good."

Susan knew how good sticking a finger into an asshole felt, now that Alan had done it to her. He was able to talk her into doing it to him, but only after she made her usual complaints about how improper it all was.

Susan spent an exceptionally long time on his butt. She coated his ass with aloe not once but twice, and kept going when the aloe ran out. The whole time, she pistoned a finger in and out of his anus. She worked on his prostate gland like a real pro. She even stuck two fingers in, something no one else had done to him before.

Eventually Alan turned over to reveal another massive hard-on. "Since you're willing to help out, and you're okay on blowjobs again, can you help me with orgasm number ten?" His penis pointed invitingly towards her mouth.

She sighed again, and began sucking his tool. "Ten. You can still reach around and finger my anus you know," he helpfully suggested, and she dutifully obeyed his request.

"Boy, you're a demanding one," she complained half seriously. "Is there anything else you want me to do?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact. Why don't you take your tits and slap them and rub them all over my chest and face, since they aren't doing anything?"

"The correct word is breasts, Tiger," she pointed out even as she obeyed his orders and rearranged herself over him so she could drop her tits down onto his shoulders. She soon grew to quite enjoy this request so much that for a while she switched to a handjob so she could work her tits on his face. For a time she mostly alternated between slapping his cheeks with her tits and then enveloping his face with them before eventually returning to more cocksucking. Yet she periodically sighed at her lack of willpower.

After a few more minutes, she wanted to see if he had any other fun ideas, so she popped his penis out of her mouth and asked, "I don't suppose you have another demand for your helpless, big-titted, cocksucking mommy?"

"Why, as I matter of fact, I do. Thanks for asking. It saddens me to see your pussy so neglected. If you won't let me finger you, then I want to see you do it to yourself. And the second thing is, I'm getting pretty close to cumming. I want us to cum together, and I want to do it all over your face."

"That's three demands," she whined, and she acted all put out by his requests. But secretly she didn't know which one she loved the best. She loved the feeling of his penis spraying like a fire hose all over her face, and loved even more the feeling afterwards of the cum dripping slowly down, leaving her tagged as his property in the way a dog pees to mark his territory. She would demand that he shoot in her face every time, except that it inevitably meant she didn't get to swallow as much as if she took it straight in the mouth. So she was always torn on the face versus mouth question. Her hunger for cum usually won out.

Alan indeed came all over her face, and she fingered her pussy so they came together. The load he dumped on her wasn't that big, but she marveled that he was able to give her a facial at all, given that it was the tenth time for the day. She used both hands to rub the cum in her skin or find gobs to swallow, and at the same time she licked his flaccid penis clean.

When she finished and rose from his lap, he said, "Thanks Mom! You're the greatest. I'm gonna need a lot of help like that in the future, especially with the Boy Scout trip coming up. Can I count on you?"

"You can, Tiger. I'm sorry for being difficult before when your dad was here and everything. It's not that I don't enjoy helping you. I do. I love it so much! But I'm afraid. Afraid we'll go too far and do things sons and mothers aren't supposed to do with each other, if you know what I mean. We can't have that happen. Promise me you won't take advantage of me? I'm so afraid of losing control! I don't mind your little demands. In fact, I love them. But remember the boundaries, okay? I don't seem to have the willpower when it comes to the heat of the moment, so I have to rely on you to be good."

Alan promised to be good. But he still planned to fuck her - he figured he just had to get her full agreement first so he wouldn't feel bad and she wouldn't feel bad about him taking advantage of her.

Susan's goodnight kiss to Alan that night was surprisingly chaste. It was just more kisses on the face but not the mouth. He asked her about it.

She replied, "After all we did today, my mouth tastes exactly like your penis. You don't want to kiss your own penis, do you?"

That logic worked for him, but the real reason she didn't have an extensive goodnight kiss session was because she realized he was pretty much "sexed out" for the day. Even though he was still riding a wave of energy, the more he did, the worse he would feel the next day. So she let him be.

As for herself, she was surprised that she could have kept going, and only stopped for his sake. What's wrong with me? I feel like a could literally suck his cock all night long. Maybe it's the smell in his room as I went in for the kiss. It's beginning to smell like a giant cum load again. I should remind him to air out the room. ... Or maybe I shouldn't. I love it like that. Actually, I don't know what I want. Today has been the most amazing day of my life. The orgasms I had! Wow. They're worth dying for. Incredible. Somehow knowing someone else is watching doubles my pleasure. But that's wrong. It's all so wrong! Why can't I be satisfied with a simple cocksucking? Anything more is morally dubious. Heck, at the height of my depravity I was even thinking about Angel sexually! What's wrong with me?

Later that evening before she went to bed, Katherine pointed out that Suzanne had left Susan some moisturizing cream to use. Susan took it back to her room and began putting it on. She began thinking of all the arousing things she'd done that day, and wound up masturbating herself. Little did she realize it was the scent of Alan's cum in the jar which helped keep sex on her brain.

As she lay there in bed, she thought, No more false posturing. The fact is, I love it all. I'm not going to resist Alan any more. Intercourse is one thing, and I don't know about that. I'll have to say no for now, at least. Even as she said this, she unwittingly shoved Alan's cum "cream" up her pussy. But I'm going to pleasure his penis every other way I can from now on. It feels so good, so intense. Hell be damned. I can't live without it! I'm not going to overtly encourage him to do even more depraved acts, but if he commands me, I must obey. It's almost as if that's what I'm here on Earth for – to give my son sexual pleasure. I have to be a good mother and help him in every way. Nothing should be denied him. Nothing...

She masturbated herself many times that night, thinking of Alan and all the sexual things he could force her to do. The more he forced her, the more she loved it. When she slept he occupied all of her dreams.

CHAPTER 9 (Sunday, Nov. 10)

Alan woke up Sunday morning but all he wanted to do was go back to sleep. The Plummer family didn't always go to church, but at dinner the night before Susan mentioned they would this week. He hit the snooze button on his alarm clock once and then did it again. As he lay half asleep and contemplated snoozing for a third time, Susan came in.

"Wake up, sleepyhead," she said in a kind, motherly tone. "I know church isn't as exciting as your video games and movies, but we can't forget the Lord." She sat on the edge of his bed near his face, and tenderly brushed his hair from his forehead. Then she got up and announced she was getting ready for church.

Alan was a bit surprised at her new surge of religious feeling. She seemed to go back and forth, but overall he'd felt that she had drifted away from it in recent weeks as the sexual games heated up. "Mom, but what about, you know, what we're all doing physically? Don't you think God would disapprove?" Alan himself was agnostic, but wanted to see what she thought for her own beliefs. At the same time, he joked to himself, There must be a god, and a very great god, to have given me such a mother.

She continued to idly brush his hair with her long, sensuous fingers. "You have a special medical condition, and I think God has to understand that. I've made peace with what I have to do to help you. God must want me to help you in this way. I have a special role, and I'm just doing His will. I have a set of clear boundaries in my mind now. As long as we don't give in to temptation and go further than we should, we'll be fine."

Alan was silent. He didn't want to say that Susan had a habit of going further than she'd planned on an almost daily basis. The thought, for example, of what she'd done the day before, and the memory of the things he did to her by the pool got him instantly hard. It was a bit of a curse at the moment, as all he wanted to do was go back to sleep.

She clapped her hands. "Come on. Enough chit-chat. Let's get this show on the road. I'm about to make some breakfast."

Alan rolled over and closed his eyes. "Okay. Just give me ten more minutes. One more snooze button."

Susan tsk-tsked, but lovingly. "Alan Plummer, you are a hopeless case. Five more minutes. Max." She got up and left.

Five minutes later Alan still wasn't up. Katherine barged right in. "Hey, Big Pussy-pleasing Brother. I've been sent as a messenger from the big-boobed one. She says no more lollygagging. Breakfast is almost ready."

Alan rolled over and opened his eyes. Katherine stood there in hot pants - tight, dark orange, leather, short shorts - and an equally tight tank-top that had a giant heart-shaped hole to expose her cleavage. He'd finally managed to lose his erection after Susan left, but groaned as he felt it elongate again at the sight of his sexy sister. "Dang, Sis, you're not planning on going to church like that, are you?"

She guffawed. "No, silly, Big Mouthwatering Brother. But wouldn't it be fun to see the face on the minister if I did! Ha! ... No, these are my 'get Big Twat-pounding Brother out of bed' clothes."

"You really love those Big Brother names, don't you? ...Um, Little Moist-holed Sister?" Alan sat up to appreciate the view better, even though it literally pained him to do so. Yesterday's festivities, while enjoyable, had taken their toll on his body. He wasn't in agony, but he wasn't exactly prepared to start a sex-filed day JUST yet. He at least wanted to get his bearings first.

She smiled. "That's better, Big Heat-seeking Missile Brother. Mom said that I should use, quote, 'any means necessary,' unquote, to get you out of bed. And the only excuse for any delay is if I have to give you a gob-smackingly yummy hand-job. That's literally what she said, minus a couple of adjectives. No blow-jobs for me, 'cos of my punishment. But she said that even if I do lend you a hand, so to speak, I should hurry it up, because you have only thirty minutes to shower, dress and eat breakfast."

Katherine wasted no time. Even as she said this, she moved to his bed and threw back his covers. Her hand was on his instantly-erect penis just as she said the words "handjob." She squealed with glee and thrust out her chest, to make her cleavage even more obvious. She muttered, "Hard as diamond already. I should have known."

Alan groaned, partly in delight, partly in frustration. The fact was, he felt strange. The events of the previous day seemed bizarre in the light of the new morning. He thought, I know I say or think it ALL the time, but this is too surreal! Mom comes in my room and pious and dressed for church, and then she sends in Sis like this? It's contradictory. Completely bizarre. I kind of don't even feel like another orgasm right now. I mean, I had ten yesterday. Ten! And everywhere I look I see someone naked or taking their clothes off.

Even as he thought this, Katherine took her shirt off while she gave him a smoldering, seductive smile. He laughed at that coincidence inwardly. I just want to have a normal day today. Heck, even going to church doesn't sound so bad, for once. I should really ask Sis to stop and just get up on my own...

But Alan grew transfixed by the sight of his sister's tits as they shook in time to her strokes, and the sensation in his loins was too good to bring to an end. Given that, for once, her mouth wasn't filled with penis, she was free to whisper sexy things to him. She took full advantage. He found that he loved it, just as he always did. He decided that he should try better to give as good as he got, and attempted to whisper sexy things back to her. She talked, as she usually did in these circumstances, about how desperate she was to have him fuck her. After hearing her say things like, "Your fuck toy hopes that today will be the day you take your big strong hands and teach my naughty ass how to behave," his reluctant feelings melted away.

Soon he was saying to her, "Watch out, Little Bubble Butt Sis, it's a good thing I can't see your sweet ass right now, or a spanking might not be good enough for you. I just might have to spread your cheeks with my hands and do you doggy-style from the rear. I'd get one of those ass dildos and fill up both your holes, and then shove my hand in your mouth so you're filled up in every way. How would you like that?"

"Oh yeah, Big Tree Trunk Brother! Now you're talking! Let's do it right now!" She made to pull her shorts off.

Alan had to stop her with his hand. "Just the handjob, Sis. Remember the no-fucking-at-home rule? Let's at least make some tiny concession to obeying Mom at least some of the time and not get majorly busted, okay? I was just trying to get you hot with some talk. Geez!"

She giggled. "Sorry. You don't have to try to get me hot. Just holding this sister-fucker in my hands gets me so hot that my shirt would get ironed right on my back if I was wearing one. Luckily I never do. Keep going and fuck me with your words. And by the way, do you think if I breathe on this big sister-splitter, that would cross the line into a blowjob? Let's find out!" She giggled even more.

So Alan continued to talk dirty to her, as she blew air on his penis head and frantically jacked him off. But in a concession to time, he didn't exercise his PC muscle to prolong the experience. As a result, the handjob ended nearly as fast as it did for most males. Technically, Katherine wasn't allowed to give him a blowjob, but her blowing slowly morphed into soft, gentle licks. She finished the handjob with his penis in her mouth under the excuse that she didn't want to make a mess.

Alan felt bad for once again violating his mother's orders, but under the circumstances he wasn't in a position to say stop.

When it was done, he kissed Katherine on the cheek and thanked her politely, which caused her to modestly blush a bit. Somehow that led to him play with her tits for a minute or two, since her shirt was off already.

She whispered to him, "That made me so hot, but for once I didn't cum. You were too fast! Make me cum. I have a steaming hot pussy. It's ready for you. Just slide right in, Big Torpedo Bro. It has your name on it. Any time you like. You own my hole. Make me cum, my nasty, naughty brother. Just from your hands on my tits. Yes!" She slid her hot pants down her legs just seconds before she froze, clenched tight and let loose with a joyous and loud orgasm. Apparently just the fantasy that she was about to get fucked pushed her over the edge.

That was a good ending for Alan. He took his hands away as he realized it was getting later and later for breakfast and church. Katherine commented as she pulled herself back together, "To think. All these years Mom saying to me, 'Go get your brother and tell him he's going to be late for church.' And it was such a bother. It was certainly a lot more fun today! Now I just love any excuse to come in here. Or should I say cum in here. They're nearly one and the same! This room is starting to smell good again; just like your cum. Don't change it. We need to fuck repeatedly in every room of the house so there's no escape from this smell anywhere."

CHAPTER 10

Alan thought that he would at least have one sex free hour during church, but he wasn't spared even then. The sermon happened to be about brotherly love. That pleased Katherine to no end. She sat next to him and, while she refrained from touching him, every time the minister mentioned the words "brotherly love" she would look at him with knowing facial expressions that seemed to say, "Are you paying attention to that?" or "See what I mean?" At one point, the minister mentioned "Love thy neighbor." Katherine nudged Alan, and pointed to Amy and Suzanne, who sat near them in the pews. She thought that was a hoot.

She had a hard time not giggling throughout the entire church service. For some reason this teasing turned Alan on to an unusual degree. He suffered with a raging hard-on throughout most of church. Susan was calm and respectful of the church environment, but every time he looked at Katherine she purposely did something like lick her lips. He loved it, but was nonetheless weary of having a hard-on so many hours in a day.

Suzanne's family attended the same church, which gave Alan a rare Brad sighting. He idly wondered, What would Suzanne's clueless son would do if he knew what I was doing to his mother and sister? It's a shame how Suzanne is so clever but she didn't raise the two brightest bulbs. He'd probably try to kick my ass instead of doing the smart thing and join in. What an idiot. But I feel bad for him, because Suzanne is over at our house so much. I have a feeling something bad is going to come of this whole Brad thing. Any day, he, or his dad for that matter, could wander over via the back patio route just like Amy always does. And then we'd be in deep shit.

As if to prove that she was much closer to the Plummer family than her own, Suzanne came back to the Plummer house straight from church. She wanted to press her idea of taking Alan to the beach. As before, the beach idea was just a cover so she could take him to a hotel and fuck properly for the first time. Alan was amenable for whatever she wanted, and he would have been very eager had he known her true intentions, but Susan wouldn't allow it. After all, she pointed out, he had been grounded just the day before and for the whole week. For once, Suzanne couldn't get the normally very pliable Susan to budge.

Alan meanwhile continued his atypically unsexual mood. Amy came over too, and the four females all strutted about in various states of undress, but he hardly pulled his head from the big Sunday newspaper that he liked to read each week. After lunch he continued this mood, leading to lots of questions. More than one female asked him about the state of his penis, but he merely said his penis was fine. Katherine asked if he didn't need some relief after all the teasing in church, but he said no, he was flaccid. He was also repeatedly reminded that he needed to maintain a better than average number for the rest of the week. He said he knew that.

After they poked and prodded too much, he finally lost his temper and cried out, "What's wrong? Jesus! First off, I came ten times yesterday. Ten times! That's a record, and it's left me a little wiped out. Secondly, I've only gone a couple hours without any action. Are you all so perpetually horny that you can't give me one more or less sex-free day?"

The fact was that, yes, they all really were that horny. Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine found the day before simply incredible, though for Katherine the highlight was her sex with Suzanne. The day was like a sexual epiphany for everyone but Alan (for him, it was just the latest in a never-ending series of increasingly amazing days). The three females wanted more, like another shot of an addictive drug, and Amy desperately wanted to get involved. Finally, more to maintain his average and get them to stop bothering him than anything, Alan allowed Suzanne to slowly stroke him to orgasm while he read his newspaper.

He tried to ignore her efforts and continue to read, but the others were not so disinterested. One by one, Susan, Katherine, and Amy stopped what they did and came close, drawn like moths to flame. They all stood around his chair and watched every move Suzanne made. Nobody said a word as they didn't want to interrupt his reading. The room was deathly quiet except for the sound of Suzanne's hand as it slid up and down his penis, slicked up with pre-cum.

Alan didn't want a handjob. He didn't want to get excited. He just wanted to read a newspaper for once. But having three females watch him drove him to distraction and crazy with lust. He grabbed Suzanne's head and roughly pulled her into his crotch. She finished off his orgasm with a blowjob. He didn't exercise his PC muscle control and shot off quickly.

The others all went back to what they did before and pretended like they hadn't seen anything. Alan left to take a nap. He seemed irked and tired.

Suzanne was pleased to see how sex acts had become increasingly public, especially in the last twenty-four hours, but she was disappointed that Amy had to see it, too. She was even more disappointed at Alan's attitude. She called the others around her. "Did you see that? He didn't really seem into it. Of course he got into it eventually and filled my mouth with a load of hot and tasty seed. But it seemed like he was fighting it; like he just wanted to be left alone. I've never seen that before. Do you think he's getting tired of us?"

The four females put their heads together and tried to figure out what was wrong. After some discussion, the others came to agree with Suzanne's observation that sometimes a person just needs a break, a chance to step back and absorb everything that's happened.

But Susan pointed out with concern, "That's fine, but he's been doing that half the day already. Here it is, past one o'clock already, and he's only cum twice! If this keeps up, he's not even going to make his six quota, much less seven or eight. And he's already in danger with three sub par days in a row before yesterday, and the scouting trip coming up. He can't take the day off! We just have to find a way to keep making it interesting for him so he can at least get to six."

They all nodded in unison. "But how?" Amy asked. Alan's medical story hadn't been completely explained to Amy yet (mostly to protect Akami and Dr. Fredrickson in case Amy slipped up and talked to someone), but now she knew enough to get the gist. Just earlier in the day, she was told that Alan needed to be "made happy" six times a day, every day, or he'd feel really tired. Amy continued, "We're all acting really sexy. Super sexy." She looked at Suzanne. "I especially like what you're wearing, Mom. If that doesn't get him happy, then what will?"

"Thanks," Suzanne replied. She wore a skin-tight black leather outfit. It was brand new and the first time she'd worn it. With the dark glasses she had on, she looked like she'd stepped off of the set from one of the Matrix movies. "But obviously this kind of thing isn't working. Maybe I'm not flashing enough skin. Or sometimes someone just isn't in the mood. But in any case, I have a more radical suggestion. You know what I was saying earlier, Susan, about the beach?"

"No beach," Susan replied firmly. "How many times do I have to say no already?"

"Wait. Hear me out. Instead of just Alan and I going to the beach, what if we all do? I know Alan is being grounded, but if you're there with him, you can supervise his punishment. Maybe he just needs a change of scenery to liven things up. If going to a beach with all of us in sexy bathing suits won't get him going, then nothing will."

"I don't know..." Susan said doubtfully.

"Oh, come on! It'll be great," Suzanne enthused. "Just imagine. There will be sexy women everywhere. Alan's tongue will be hanging out of his mouth like a horny, happy puppy-dog. But we'll be the sexiest of them all. Alan will be sooo hard. And he'll wear that new skimpy bathing suit I got him, the European-styled one. His hard, throbbing penis will barely be able to stay contained in that little slip of cloth. He'll just have to whip it out and get a nice cocksuck from his mommy."

"Mmm. Lucky you, Susan." Amy spoke up again.

Suzanne turned to her daughter, a bit horrified. Suzanne frequently forgot that her daughter had slowly gotten on the same wavelength as the rest of them. She thought, I really, really have to have a serious talk with Amy soon. I keep putting it off. I guess I have to accept her watching these things, but there has to be a boundary. ... Fuck. There I go, sounding like Susan again.

Amy continued, "When will I be able to get a full load of his yummy cum to fill my mouth? I keep hearing so much about it."

Suzanne was even more disturbed by that. "You aren't going to, dear. Sorry. Susan and I were discussing this earlier. I know you've been stroking him some, and you've been a big help in the visual stimulation department, but you have to leave it at that, okay? You're just too young and innocent."

"But I'm the same age as..."

"That's final," Suzanne cut her off. "I really shouldn't even be including you in discussions like this, but I'm trying to be accepting of what is, and what you've already done repeatedly. Okay, I guess you can stroke him all the way to orgasm, since you're doing that already. Then you can eat his cum off of your hands or where ever it lands. But no more than that. Okay? We really need to get you a boyfriend, and fast. ... In any case, Susan, if we all go to the beach, we'll be able to send his libido into overdrive, and at the same time we'll be assured from going too far like what happened yesterday, because we'll be at a public place."

"Hmm. Possibly. But what happens if, you know, he gets all excited, and needs relief right there?"

Katherine naughtily clarified, "Relief? What do you mean, Mom? Do you mean if his big, thick, hard, pulsing penis is crying out for the warm mouth of a sexy and buxom, sweet-assed woman such as yourself? Do you mean if he's just so aroused by the likes of us that he can't take it any more, and he just has to rip his bathing suit off and shove his penis down your throat?"

Susan blushed and coughed nervously. She unconsciously crossed and un-crossed her legs as her pussy began to dampen at the thought. "Um, something like that," she meekly admitted. She cursed her own body part: Damn pussy. Always betraying me. Can't you ever get satisfied or are you going to make me die of dehydration as I just plain gush myself to death?

The more they discussed the beach idea, the hotter she got and the more she found herself amenable. "But what will we do if that kind of thing happens in a public place? I would be terrified. Anyone could see! Maybe it's better we just hang out by the pool in the backyard. That's what we have a pool for, after all."

Suzanne had an answer for that, too. "There are two kinds of beaches we could go to. One kind is a very busy, public one. The other is a very empty, private one. Not exactly private, but I know of a beach that's so remote that we'll be the only people in sight, even if it is a weekend."

"Are you sure?" Susan asked in a worried voice. "You know how I feel about letting strange men look at me." But inside her mind, she'd already acquiesced to the idea.

CHAPTER 11

A little over an hour later, they arrived at the beach after a very long drive. Suzanne took them to a far-off beach where they could have their privacy. Amy joined Alan, Suzanne, and Susan, but Katherine did not. She very much wanted to, but Susan wouldn't allow it. Susan pointed out that Katherine was also grounded, and since her offenses were much more serious than Alan's, her grounding would be adhered to more rigorously.

Suzanne drove. She parked the car in a parking lot that was on top of a two-hundred-foot cliff from the beach. As they gathered their things to walk down a steep and winding path, a male surfer-type walked up to them and said to Alan, "Whoa, dude, one guy with three total babes? Are you lucky or what! What is this, some kind of photo shoot or something?"

Alan reflexively replied, "Yeah. Yes it is. A photo shoot." He leisurely put an arm around Susan's shoulder possessively, to make it clear that these women were with him and him alone. Susan, while surprised at the move, didn't say a thing or discourage it. As a matter of fact, she rather enjoyed the way her son had suddenly gotten so territorial about his women in the presence of another man.

"Wow!" The surfer answered, completely believing it. "Right on! What kind of magazine? Can I watch?"

"No, you can't watch. And it's, uh, the magazine hasn't been decided yet. Probably Maxim or something like that." He did have a nice camera, so he purposely took it out to bolster his story.

"Rad, man. No way." The surfer then asked, "So who is going to be on the cover?" He looked from one of them to the next and tried to determine who was best-looking.

"Who do you think?" Susan surprisingly replied. She wiggled her body back and forth in her red bikini, as her body language tried to shout: "Pick me! Pick me!" Alan looked over at Susan and was stunned by the way her tits swayed from side to side as the golden sun beamed down upon her fair skin and the sight of the ocean off the edge of the cliff far below them. His breath caught in his throat.

"I don't know, lady," the surfer uncertainly replied. "I would totally say you, but then I look at this woman, and then this one..." His eyes jumped from one female to the next, each of whom mugged for him seductively.

It occurred to Alan that all three of them preened and posed, eagerly wanting to be the one chosen. It further occurred to him just how competitive his mother could be. That was very unusual - she was so shy around strangers, but in an attempt to be picked she moved her body like a practiced stripper and thrust out her hip to each side as she made bedroom eyes at the surfer.

A few more seconds passed and it became clear the surfer was unlikely to make a choice any time soon. "Diplomatic answer," Alan laughed. "We've gotta run." He wrapped his arm around Susan's shoulder again and dragged her off, even while she continued to mug and pose.

The surfer gave Alan two thumbs up with his hands. "Excellent! Good luck. And whoa!" He whistled appreciatively at the three women and then walked off.

Alan was extremely glad that the stranger didn't pick one of the women, because he always tried his best not to verbally play favorites. If one of the women had been picked, it would have caused all kinds of damage-control problems for Alan.

There was a lot of joking as the group walked down to the beach. The women were all very flattered to have been so easily taken for fashion models. They'd been called beautiful and many things besides, individually or together, but they'd always shown themselves off as suburban family types. Whereas now they were dressed to kill, so it was very believable that they were models. For instance, Suzanne was still dressed in her Matrix-like black leather outfit (in total defiance of the hot weather), and Susan also looked cool behind her dark glasses and flashy red bikini. Amy maintained more of the girl-next-door look, but that was sexy in its own way, especially given how revealing her dark blue bikini was.

When they made it down to the beach, Suzanne was surprised that it wasn't as empty as she'd hoped it would be. She'd actually picked an unofficial nude beach, figuring that would come in handy if, or more likely when, they got nude themselves. The beach was mostly empty, but not totally empty. They couldn't find any spot completely free from sight of anyone else. They picked a stretch of sand that had two men, naked, about three hundred feet away in one direction, and a family, partially naked, about two hundred feet away in the other direction.

Susan immediately commented on their neighbors and their nakedness. "Suzanne, you said we'd be completely alone. And why are those guys without any clothing? This is a public beach!"

Suzanne rolled her eyes behind her glasses as she stripped off her black leather. She had a bathing suit under that, but that came off, too. "Susan, don't tell me you don't know about nude beaches. Don't worry about those two guys looking at you. I'll bet you a million bucks they're gay. Half the people on these kinds of beaches are gay men. That family on the other side are probably Europeans. You just have a grandma, mother, and kids there anyway. So, really, we're pretty private. And I'm sorry it's not completely empty. That's how it was when I was here once before. But I guess since it's such a brilliant, lovely day, even though it's November, and the fact it's the weekend, put a few more people here. We'll live. And not to put too fine a point on it, but have you considered what they might think of US being here? If they have the courage to stick around, why can't we?"

Susan bitched a little bit more, but it wasn't as if she was ready to go home.

Alan took a moment to survey the pleasant scene. Susan sat up on a towel on one side of him while Amy and Suzanne were on the other side. Suzanne was still changing out of her clothes, since she had so much clothing to take off and had gotten caught up in the argument with Susan. Amy, by contrast, was already nude as the day she was born. It had taken her mere seconds to take of her clothes and lie face down on her towel. She looked back up towards Alan and flashed him her usual winning smile. Of the four of them, Alan had fully expected Amy to disrobe first. He was amused to see that he'd been right.

"How you doin', Amy? You liking the beach?" Alan asked with a grin. Meanwhile he slipped off his own bathing suit. He saw, off in the distance, a small flock of seagulls swoop and glide gracefully in the pleasant beach wind.

"I love it! Wow! It's super duper cool. A nude beach! That's the bestest idea, like, ever!" The look of glee and excitement on her face made her appear even younger than she actually was, which also made her seem even more beautiful.

Alan smiled approvingly. That's so Amy. She's naturally all over nude beaches like white on rice. I don't know where her love of nudity comes from, but it seems to be infectious. Heck, my package is hanging out all over and I'm not minding it at all. I don't even care if those gay guys over there see. It's not like I'll ever talk to them or see them again. And Amy. Look at her. She looks so good like this. Just one look at her cheery smile gets me hard, not to mention her cute, round, naked butt. That's a damn fine butt. Or Suzanne - turning this way, Aunt Suzy. Yes! Turn around some more, you giant, pale goddess. Awesome. What a great-mother daughter combination!

Alan, with his penis stuck out like a flagpole, asked Amy, "You ever been to a nude beach before?"

"You kidding me? Certain people" - she rolled her eyes, both to express her frustration and to motion towards Suzanne - "never let me. She doesn't even let me run around naked in the house!" Amy made this sound like she was the only teenager in town who didn't live completely naked in her home. She turned towards her mother. "Thanks so much for allowing me to come, Mom. I feel like one of the gang."

Suzanne smiled benignly at her daughter as she straightened out her towel and lay down on it. "Sure thing, dear. I guess maybe I'm too protective sometimes. But it's hard for me to see you turn into an adult. I still think of you as my little baby."

Alan looked in the other direction, towards his mother. She was wearing prescription sunglasses and a very skimpy red bikini. The sight of the dark fabric against her light skin with the ocean in the background was breathtaking. It seemed completely improbable that someone so beautiful, such obvious centerfold material could be the mother to a teenager. But it occurred to Alan that it could get even better.

He said, "Mom, we're at a nude beach. Suzanne, Amy, and me, we're naked. Can you guess what I'm hinting at?"

"Oh, but Tiger, I can't! At home is one thing, but out here... Isn't this good enough? Don't you think I'm good looking like this?" She scooted closer to him and then sat up on her heels in a dramatic cheesecake pose, with her hands behind her head.

Alan gasped. It was like some supermodel photograph in a magazine come to life. He had a nearly overwhelming desire to push her backwards, down into the sand, and roughly fuck her then and there. But of course he couldn't, not in the middle of the beach.

He tried to hide his approval, and managed to eke out, "That's nice, Mom, but it IS a nude beach, after all." It occurred to him that he could use her own favorite phrase against her. "It would be rude to stay clothed. It actually would be SO IMPROPER to stay clothed." He couldn't help but grin at that. He could hear Amy and Suzanne giggle behind him.

She grinned too, despite her consternation. "Very cute. Let me think about it, okay?" She thought back to her behavior with the surfer, just moments earlier. It was one thing to preen a little to be chosen as the most beautiful. It was quite another for her to actually get naked in front of any other males, even if they were probably gay.

After more teasing, Susan finally broke down and undid her bikini top, but only to lie face down on her towel. That was a big step for her when it came to being out in public, and the others were content to let her be after that.

Everyone put on waterproof suntan lotion simultaneously. Though the idea of Alan putting on the lotion was a popular one, Susan wouldn't allow it. And, as Suzanne wryly noted, if Alan did that they probably never would have made it past that by the time they had to leave.

In fact, they didn't have much time. They'd had a very late start to the beach and the days had gotten short with the season, so as soon as the lotion had been applied, everyone ran into the ocean to swim. Alan could hardly believe his luck to swim in the ocean with three incredible women, two of them totally nude (Susan had put her bikini top back on). They all tried body surfing for a while, but the waves were disappointingly small.

Afterwards, Suzanne said she wanted to take a walk with Alan. Again, she was scheming to get him alone. But Susan wouldn't have it. "Alan is still grounded," she pointed out. "I'd better come with you."

Suzanne noted, "I was planning on going that way." She pointed down the beach. "Ten minutes down that way, the nude beach fades out and it becomes a public beach. A very crowded one. Are you sure you want to go down there? Dressed like that?"

Susan looked down at her skimpy bikini and reflexively put her hands over her chest. "No. I'd be so shy. ... But I'm not leaving you alone with him! You're always full of mischief. Take Amy, too."

Inwardly Suzanne groaned, but outwardly she acted unconcerned. In reality, Amy was a serious restraint on her plans. She'd been hoping to find a private spot behind some rocks and before the public part of the beach, and really have some fun with Alan.

CHAPTER 12

Suzanne, Amy, and Alan had a nice walk, though it was nothing compared to what Suzanne wanted. Amy was so excited that she ran off ahead of them, totally naked. It was a very amusing and arousing sight for Alan to see, as Amy ran this way and that like an excited little child at the zoo. She just gloried in being allowed to be naked in a public, outdoors setting for the first time since she was a baby. Her tits bounced around wildly. Alan had never seen anything like it. He seriously wondered if she could hit herself in the face with a tit.

She didn't mind that they passed a few other people, because those people were also naked (and most of them gay men, Alan guessed). After a couple of minutes, however, she ran up to Alan and Suzanne all out of breath and huffed, "There's lots more people up ahead! Mom, Alan, I'm worried people will see you. You'd better get changed."

Suzanne handed Amy her bikini, which she'd carried with her. "Here. You put this on, too."

"Oh yeah," Amy pouted. "Me too. Bummer. Do we have to go that way?"

They put on their bathing suits and continued on the walk. The walk through the popular beach was quite an ego-trip for Alan. Amy and Suzanne walked hand in hand on both sides of Alan. Nearly everything sexual that had happened to him had happened in private, so this was his first time to be seen in public with his new sexual persona. His chest swelled with pride.

Soon the beach was so crowded they were threading their way through people coming and going. Nearly everyone, even other females, did a double-take when they saw Suzanne and Amy. Alan felt like he had walked into the Academy Award ceremony down a red carpet, with two movie starlets on either side of him. Men playing Frisbee in the shallow water stopped what they did and just gawked. The two women basked in the attention.

They walked in silence, but Alan finally spoke and asked Suzanne, "You seem to be enjoying yourself today. Why is it that you never go to the beach? Heck, you never even swim in the pool. Not our pool, certainly, but I doubt even your own pool."

Suzanne thought and then looked down at her ghostly-white arms. "I guess it's because of my skin. Being so pale, I've always avoided the sun. So I'm just not a beach gal. But in recent days I've learned that if I cover up from head to toe really thoroughly, it's not so bad. Look - I may even be getting a tan." Suzanne pulled at her bikini top to show more of one of her tits than was already exposed and pretended to show off a tan line. But it was a joke because there wasn't any tan line at all. She pulled the bikini so far from her skin that Alan could see the entirety of one of her nipples. He was surprised she'd do that with so many men staring. It got some loud whistles.

Alan replied gamely, "Sounds like what you need are some strong hands that will completely cover you..."

"With suntan lotion," Amy completed the sentence he had purposely left hanging.

"I was thinking of some other kind of whitish cream, but that would work as well," he answered jokingly.

Suzanne ribbed him, but added, "Maybe someday soon you can cover me with both."

They continued onward and swept up attention from everyone as if they were royalty. Alan thought to himself, You know what's amazing? There are a lot of gorgeous women on the beach, but none of them are as good-looking as the two I'm with right now. Not even close. And the killer is that both of these women are MY women. They're both totally after me, and not anyone else. I could probably do whatever I wanted to them. ... Well, within legal limits, anyway. For instance, I could just put my hand on Amy's butt, even though we're a public spectacle.

Alan did so. First he switched from hand-holding to an embrace with both females and then he slid his hand down Amy's back to her butt, even as they continued to walk. When he found no resistance, he put his hand underneath her bikini and explored her ass crack with his fingers.

Awesome! he thought. That's what I'm talking about. Yes! With Amy, I could probably fuck her right on this crowded stretch of beach, and she'd just go, 'M'kay!' Katherine said lay off of Amy but I don't know how long I can stand it. Next time I see this girl alone, I swear to God, I just might go all the way. ... And as for Suzanne, talk about fucking lucky; I have no idea what I did to deserve it, but she's totally into me. I'm going to do the same with her and see what she does.

He slid his hand down Suzanne's back and into her bikini as well. Just as with Amy, Alan couldn't even see any change in facial expression as he turned his head from side to side to look at their faces. They only wore big, contented smiles.

Alan wanted to test just how far he could go. So after another minute passed, he stuck an exploratory finger right up Amy's anus. Amy's eyes flew open and her mouth opened as if she said "Ooooh!" but she didn't say a word. She didn't even break stride as they walked on. The only change was that her smile grew wider. Then he did the same to Suzanne, and laughed inwardly as her smiled also grew and her facial expression nearly perfectly matched Amy's. Like mother, like daughter, he thought bemusedly. I guess they really are alike in some ways.

There was one important difference between them, however. Exploring further, he found that he could only get his middle finger into Amy's very small hole, but managed to fit his middle and ring fingers into Suzanne's more accommodating anus. All this experimenting created a great deal of pained yet delighted gasping from both females.

Somehow he continued to walk and probe two assholes at the same time. He had fun watching them try not to squirm. He very much wanted to see the expressions of people behind him who could see what went on with their asses, but he couldn't see in that direction.

Suddenly a strange voice said, "Alan? ... Alan Plummer?"

Alan looked around and saw the face. At first he was confused, but then he placed it. "Darryl?"

A teenager who waded in the surf in front of them turned out to be an old friend of Alan's. But then Darryl had moved away and changed schools, so they lost contact. Alan stopped and chatted with his friends and introduced his two sexy companions. But something possessed him not to take his hands off of Suzanne or Amy's ass, not even to shake hands. In fact, as he talked with Darryl, he continued to saw in and out of both assholes with his fingers. That, plus the idea of being watched by so many had gotten to both Amy and Suzanne. They started to squirm as if they both had to pee incredibly badly.

Suzanne thought, What the heck is with me? I'm supposed to be one in charge here, but Alan is treating me like some kind of bimbo. And I'm loving it! My face is all flushed and I'm probably leaking all down my thighs. Alan's friend must certainly know what's going on, not to mention the countless people standing behind me. This Darryl guy must be able to see the glistening juices running out of my pussy. Fuck! This is wild!

Alan's treating me like I'm some kind of ho. It would be embarrassing enough if it were just me, but I'm letting him do the same to my daughter! It's like he's the pimp and we're just a couple of his hoes, not even worth introducing. I've always been the one in the driver's seat with my other lovers. If this was anyone else, I'd slap the guy upside the head. But this is just too much fun to stop. Especially seeing how the timid and nerdy Alan is blossoming into a total Don Juan. Wow. What have I created?

Amy, if anything, loved it even more. Having always been behind the other women in sexual acts with Alan, this caused her heart to pound much more than it did for Suzanne. When she got horny she loved to get naked, and she had a nearly overwhelming desire to rip her bikini off. She imagined falling to the sand in the buff, then having Alan pounce on her and fuck her silly, with crowds of beach goers watching. (Alan was right that Amy would have eagerly welcomed that in real life.) Had Suzanne gotten naked and joined in their sandy beach romp, so much the better. But she restrained herself, even as she helplessly writhed more and more, the longer they stood there.

Alan was loving it too. But he saw it in a different way, and thought it was a great practical joke. However, out of nowhere his experience at Baskin Robbins with Heather torturing him in public came to mind. He recalled how painful that experience was to him, and feared that he might be making Suzanne and/or Amy feel the same way he'd felt back then. He had no idea how horny this made the mother and daughter. So he broke off his conversation with Darryl and said his good-byes. Then they turned around and headed back to Susan.

Now he could see the faces of all the people, male and female, who had clearly seen what his hands had done. There were a lot of thumbs ups and approving whistles from the men. Some of the women even made approving signs to Suzanne and Amy. He thought, That was a really close call with Darryl. Lucky he goes to a different school. Of course it makes sense since we're at a far off beach, but there was a chance, is a chance, I could run into someone from my own school. How the heck would I explain walking with these two, especially if some school mate saw where my hands were? Or what if Glory happened to be surfing out here today? Whoa. She DOES go to far off beaches to avoid her students.

He pulled his hands completely away from both asses as this idea of being seen sank in.

Amy audibly griped, "Awww..."

He was suddenly feeling bad, and said, "I'm sorry, you two. Did you mind, you know, what I was doing with my hands?"

Suzanne mumbled out of the corner of her mouth so other people nearby couldn't hear, "Do I mind? Let's see if this answers that question." She grabbed his wrist and put his hand back on her ass, and slid it inside her bikini. So he continued what he was doing with her ass, and with Amy's ass too. He played with their ass cracks most of the way back.

They returned to the lonely Susan about half an hour after they left. As soon as they crossed the line they guessed marked the start of the nude beach, the two women took off their bikini tops again. Suzanne said, in the voice of a complaint but with the intention of a command, "I suppose you're going to have to shamelessly play with our tits now, Mr. Pimp."

"It's a bit hard when we're all walking," he pointed out. Inwardly, he wondered, "Mr. Pimp?" What's that all about?

"I'm sure you'll manage," she replied. She grabbed his wrist from near her ass and guided his hand to her chest as she thought, And to think, we might even have been fucking behind those rocks over there, if Amy didn't have to come along on this walk. So fucking frustrating! I just need a few hours with him alone. God damn this stupid grounding of his - I thought today would be my one big chance. But it hurts so good to have the anticipation build up. When I finally fuck him, he's gonna know what it means to be truly and profoundly fucked by a woman who really knows what she's doing. Watch out, big boy. You don't even know what's coming. And I am just going to positively die of joy as he pummels me with that marvelous cock. My Sweetie!

A little bit further on, all three took off the rest of their clothes. Alan played with their tits and Suzanne naturally held him by the penis, which she repeatedly squeezed, so they were nearly a walking orgy as they continued down the beach and passed the occasional stranger. They let go of each other's privates when they got within sight of Susan, but they were nonetheless quite a sight to see when they returned.

CHAPTER 13

Susan stewed in her juices a bit while she waited. She felt like she had missed out and fallen behind because of her fear of being seen naked by others. But while the others had gone, the two men who sat closest to them left. She'd put her top back on since Alan had left, but when they all came back together, Susan was again persuaded to take her top off. More importantly, she agreed to not cover up with her arm or by laying down. Suzanne, Alan, and Amy went completely nude, so she was still a bit behind, but for her, actually exposing her chest in a public place was a major concession. Being naked in front of Alan was one thing - she loved and craved that by now. But being naked in front of any other male was a completely different thing. She nonetheless kept her hands over her chest as much as the others would let her.

Now that they were all completely nude, or nearly so, Suzanne said, "Sweetie, I'll bet you're pretty worked up after that walk, and seeing so many lovely ladies on the beach. I'll bet you could use some relief right now, couldn't you?" Suzanne was the pot calling the kettle black, since Alan had gotten her and Amy very worked up and he damn well knew it: they were still dripping-wet with excitement, while he was hard, but not especially so. But he appreciated the offer.

"You know it, Aunt Suzy. I'm all over that idea. But how can we do that here?"

"Susan? You want to do the honors?" Suzanne asked.

Susan looked to Suzanne in horror. "Me? No way. I could never do that in public. You do it! Amy and I will guard you."

So Suzanne sat on top of Alan's leg and jacked him off while Susan and Amy sat on either side and tried to block the view from any onlookers (there were none anyway, except for the European family which sat off in the distance). Both Susan and especially Amy were more intent to watch instead of stay on the look-out for strangers. They practically salivated over what Suzanne did. Susan muttered things like, "The things we have to do sometimes for your medical treatment."

That caused Alan to think, Oh yeah. My medical treatment. It's so hilarious. I've almost forgotten about that completely and gotten into the six times a day thing as an end in and of itself. Let's see. Is my energy level any better lately? Hmm. Not really. But then, who the fuck cares? It's not like I'm gonna ever want to stop, even though all this attention is slowly killing me. If I'm going to die, this is the ultimate way to go.

Suzanne could feel his balls tighten up, but she pretended that she didn't know he was about to cum and he followed her lead and didn't say anything either. Cum simply started to fly up in the air and headed from where he lay up in a big arc down towards Suzanne's chest. Her big tits were an easy target to hit, but she expertly aimed his penis and made sure that some got in her face as well. By the time he was done there were bits of cum all over her and even some on his thighs and the towel beneath him.

Suzanne would have preferred to swallow it all, but she wanted to push Susan a bit further. She knew the sight of Alan's flying cum reduced Susan to a quivering mass of horny nerves. Sure enough, Susan stared at all the splattering like her eyes would pop out of her head.

Suzanne asked Alan, "How did you like that, Sweetie?"

"It was great. As usual. Thanks a ton, Aunt Suzy. I think doing it in public makes it sooo much more exciting."

"Me, too. But now we have this big mess." Suzanne started to scoop up some gobs and licked them into her mouth. "Susan, would you like to help me clean up here?"

"Me? Uh, no. I really shouldn't. ... Well, if you insist." Suzanne inwardly cackled with glee and she felt Susan's hands on her tits as she swept up gobs of cum and ate them. "You know, we really should stop this," Susan said halfheartedly even as she gloried in rolling the cum around the insides of her mouth.

Amy also reached over and scooped up some cum. Suzanne didn't notice at first because her eyes were closed, but then she realized there were too many hands on her. She opened her eyes, sat up, and barked, "Amy, what do you think you're doing?"

Amy swallowed another big gob. "Can't I help too? It's so yummy."

"No." Suzanne lay back down while Susan continued to feast on her and ignored the minor dispute. "Darling, what am I going to do with you? You're too pure and precious to me."

"Oh, Mom, that's not fair." Amy got up and stomped off. She was a bit peeved. That was a very rare emotion for her.

Susan and Suzanne continued their cum feast. Suzanne hoped that Susan would get bold enough to lick the cum straight off of her tits, but apparently fear of being seen held her back from doing that. Alan just lay back on his towel and enjoyed the sight, though he stayed flaccid.

There wasn't a tremendous amount of cum, but the two of them took their time to enjoy it and savored every gob. After a couple of minutes, Suzanne said to Alan, "Sweetie, could you get up and help me for a minute?"

Alan was already right next to them, but he sat up and said, "Sure, what is it?"

Suzanne sat up on her heels and then stretched backwards so her crotch was on prominent display between her bent knees. "Susan, do you realize we've been forgetting our manners? Here we are, eating a nice little snack, and we haven't offered Alan anything. How 'bout it, Tiger? See anything you'd like to eat?" She pulled her pussy lips open and allowed Alan a glimpse into her hidden depths.

Alan was a bit chicken at going down on a woman and with such a hairy bush like Suzanne had, so he wasn't sure. It further occurred to him that the last time he was alone with Suzanne, she'd promised that he could play with her pussy. But he could scarcely believe the next opportunity would be like this, with a compliant Susan resting her arms on Suzanne's thigh.

Then something she said occurred to him, and he said, "Hey. You called me Tiger, Susan's nickname for me. That's confusing me."

"I did, didn't I? That's okay. I get confused myself. You have two tall, naked, big-titted mommies to service your every sexual whim. It's easy to confuse us when we're both so sexy and hot for cock."

That was a nonsensical explanation as to why Suzanne said "Tiger," but it worked for Alan's libido, which was her point. He drew closer to the gaping pussy.

Susan was busy wiping the remains of Alan's cum spray off of Suzanne's stomach, but she paused long enough to interrupt with an objection. "Suzanne, we're in a public place! I refuse to allow such a lewd display. There's no one around at the moment, but if anyone saw us, why, why... I don't know what."

Suzanne laughed heartily. "If anyone saw us, they'd get quite horny, that's what."

Alan took Susan's objection as an excuse to decline, sort of. "Suzanne, since Mom doesn't want to do that, how about if I finger you instead?"

"Works for me!" Suzanne said as she leaned all the way back for him. "Now that the children are gone" - this was a reference to Amy - "let the adults play some nice adult games."

Alan stuck two fingers into Suzanne's dripping and still-open pussy hole before Susan could further object. He distracted his mother further and said, "Mom, there's lots of cum in this general area." He waved his hand over Suzanne's crotch and thighs. "It would turn me on to see you clean it up."

So Susan searched for and eventually found each and every cum gob below Suzanne's belly button. Alan and Suzanne were both disappointed that she didn't use her tongue to lick it up, but it was an inspirational sight, just the same. She stared intently as Alan's fingers plunged in and out of Suzanne's pussy. Drool actually fell out of her mouth without her noticing. Her pussy actually shook and trembled with excitement as she imagined that it was her own pussy getting violated by her son's fingers.

The situation was all too much for Suzanne. It was like her grand Plummer orgy scheme had already come true. The thought of Alan fucking her while Susan licked at her clit pushed her over the edge. She started to cum, and once she started she just couldn't stop. She came again and again. Her legs twitched and thrashed, but that didn't stop Alan's fingers, nor did Susan stop with her cum hunt. Amy came back not long after Suzanne's massive climaxes began, and she sat next to Alan and watched her mother writhe. When Suzanne first noticed Amy, she was horrified, but she was too far gone to even say anything. As she continued she realized the fact that Amy watched helped make her even hotter.

Suzanne thought, It's like we're all non-stop sex machines. Toys for my and Alan's amusement. The only thing holding us back is the thin veneer of restraint Susan still has, and that's falling down by the hour. This whole thing with Amy is killing me. As a responsible mother I really need to keep her out of this. But as a lust-crazed woman I totally want to do her myself! That is so wrong! Wrong, wrong, wrong! Don't even think about it. I'm not thinking about it. She's my daughter; that's real incest. No. No, no, no, no, no....

She tuned Amy out and thought about Susan and Alan and all the wonderful things the three of them could do together.

Susan also thought about how wrong this all was. But she was helpless to stop her own actions, so she struggled to justify them. We all know Alan's cum is very precious. It cannot be wasted for any reason. Amy can't eat it off of her own mother, so it's up to me. That's all there is to it. There's nothing wrong going on here. I'm just enjoying a yummy little beach cum snack. I am NOT going to lick my way all down Suzanne's stomach, exploring her belly button with my tongue, lapping up my son's cum along the way. If I start licking, I just might find my mouth down there right next to Alan's plunging fingers. Soon I'd be lapping up her love juices he's so copiously creating, straight from her quivering hole. No. I have willpower. That's a totally different thing from just enjoying some of his cum. That's a lesbian thing! I am NOT going to do that!

Once Susan ran out of cum gobs on Suzanne's skin, she didn't stop. She kept searching for more, which meant she ran her hands all over Suzanne. She openly cupped and hefted Suzanne's tits, mentally comparing their size with her own. But she didn't realize that she was doing something sexual. She still thought she was just being very thorough in her cum search.

There was a lot of panting and moaning all around. But somehow Alan still didn't get hard. He would have liked to order Amy to service his penis, but his penis didn't feel up to it at the moment. Plus, he was content to just give pleasure to Suzanne.

Suzanne realized she might be able to go on for a very long time with Alan, Amy, and Susan all focusing on her, but her body could only handle so much. She eventually had to cry uncle. They all flopped back down on their towels, completely drained.

But Suzanne did have the energy to say to Susan, "So, I'm beginning to think this beach trip idea of mine was a pretty good one. What do you think?" She laughed with pure delight and they all laughed along. Suzanne thought, I never knew I could feel this happy. I'm a friggin' genius. Who says crime doesn't pay? My six times a day scheme was the most brilliant thing I ever did, hands down!

CHAPTER 14

A short time later, Alan and Suzanne were back in the surf. They splashed in the waves while Susan and Amy remained on the beach. Since the waves were small to nonexistent, they had a good chance to talk as they played and swam. At one point Suzanne idly made the comment, "I love you when you're naked outside like this." That got Alan to think very seriously.

He said to her in a contemplative voice, "You know, it's funny. I mean, you're practically like family. I even call you 'aunt' a lot. But you've always officially been Mom's best friend from next door, and not officially family, and so there's been this formality. Especially with the way Mom was, you know, how she was so proper and formal. She's still kind of that way, even though she's loosening up with her body. But anyway, even now, you or I can say 'I love you when you're naked,' but not just 'I love you.' But that's what I want to say: I love you. Because I really do love you. And I don't just mean physically. You're, like, one of the most important people to me in the whole wide world. I really mean that. I really, truly love you deeply."

Suzanne normally had a very jaded, sophisticated demeanor, but as Alan went on, she felt herself become weak in the knees. She stared at him with an intense longing. When he said, "I love you," she was glad she was nearly neck deep in the water or she would have literally fallen down. He, in turn, tried to stare into her eyes during this emotional moment, but had a hard time from drifting down to her chest. Her boobs were easily visible just under the water and the way they rose up and seemed to float made them seem even bigger than ever. They looked nearly Brenda-esque in size.

She held out until he said "whole wide world," but then she couldn't wait any more. She cried out, "Sweetie!" Then she grabbed him tight and kissed him on the lips.

As the two of them were already completely naked, the kiss naturally developed into an all out, mostly underwater, intense grope. After a couple of minutes, when they had to pause to catch their breaths, Suzanne panted, "Sweetie! I love you! I love you, too. If you only knew how much... What I've done, to get you to... Well, it doesn't matter. The important thing is we have each other. I love you!" They kissed some more.

Despite the cold water, Suzanne had a hand on Alan's penis and kept it long, hard and happy. Alan similarly found her pussy and put two fingers into it without so much as a second thought. As they worked on each other under the waves while remaining in a hug of sorts, Alan said between more kisses, "Don't think I'm saying that just because we've been so physical lately. I felt that way before, and the physical has just added a new dimension to my love for you."

She said, "Stop. You're killing me. This is too much! This is like a dream come true. Sweetie, Alan, I love you so much! So very, very much." Alan could see tears as they down her cheeks. She pointed out, "These are tears of joy. I don't care if you're half my age. You're the only man I've ever met who I really loved. My husband can go hang - I wish he would if it means I could be with you! Age doesn't matter. And you're such a great lover, too!" She pulled herself even closer to him, so his penis was right on top of her bush. Her hand was wrapped around his tool already, but she went farther. Using both hands, she pushed his hand down there out of the way, and then pulled his penis between her legs, as if he would dry hump her.

She felt very devilish and decided that Alan deserved something a little more special than just a handjob. Since their bodies were mostly covered by the ocean water, she felt that now was a perfect moment to take such a bold risk. "You know, some times, accidents can happen. For instance, what if a big wave came by and sort of bumped you into me? What would we do then?"

There was no big wave, but she pulled his penis right into her pussy lips. She kept on going and brought the head of his penis into her vagina.

"Suzanne!" he gasped as his mind boggled and his eyes went wide as saucers. "Are-are-are you sure? I mean, I, well, this is a big step!" He was completely thrown for a loop and didn't know what to do. Even in his mind, he could hardly think at all. Holy fucking mother of God! Suzanne is... My dick... Fuck! ... Her... She, Suzanne... No way! We're fucking!

His heart pounded frantically and trip-hammered in a way that he hadn't experienced for several weeks. But Suzanne appeared calm. She smiled wryly and said, "What do you mean? Big step what? I'm just noting that accidents can happen sometimes." Ironically, a wave did belatedly arrive. It swept both of them off of their feet, but they hugged each other tighter and remained connected down below. Suzanne pressed herself into him and his penis slid in another two inches. Alan's eyes went wide as saucers in awe and amazement.

"Bu-bu-bu-but, what about Susan?" he asked even as his penis slid in another inch. He looked toward the beach to see if his mother watched them. They were floating deeper into the sea.

"What about me?" said Susan from a ways off.

Alan heard Suzanne gasp and knew from that that something was not good. To his horror, he looked past Suzanne and saw that his mother was in the water, only fifty feet from them but quickly closed the distance. Thanks to the sound of the waves, he guessed she hadn't heard anything clearly until he said her name, but she could obviously see something was up. No doubt from the beach she could see all their intense kissing and that caused her to come closer and investigate.

Alan belatedly tried to answer Susan's question as he attempted to pull out. Suzanne turned, saw Susan, and let him vacate her hungry vagina. "Um, we were just talking about love," he said as Susan came even closer.

"Yes? Love? And?" Susan looked very suspicious. They maintained their close hug because to completely break away would be even more suspicious.

Alan thought on his feet, even as his feet were scrambling to find a foothold on the ground. "I was just saying that I loved Suzanne. I told her, 'I love you.' And she was saying that she loved me. She said she loved me more than anyone in the whole wide world, so I said, 'what about Susan?'"

"That's not fair," Suzanne complained. She played along with what was actually very close to the truth. "You can't compare love between man and woman with love between two women. I meant I love you more than any other man. Of course I love Susan just as much, as a woman."

She thought to herself, Oh, my! That was close. That's some good quick thinking, Sweetie. Maybe he has it in him to become as big of a schemer as I am. Her fingers found Alan's penis, and she grabbed it tightly. She missed the all-too-brief sensation of being filled by his penis and wanted that experience just a little bit more before they had to stop. She tried to put it back in her hole, despite the reckless danger. She hoped the water would cover everything. Alan had a hard time stopping her because he was still struggling to touch the ground (considerate guy that he was, even in his predicament, he didn't want to pull himself down deeper into the water and drag Suzanne down with him because he knew she hated to get her hair wet).

Alan quickly corrected, "And of course I love you, too, Mom. I love you so much. Loving Suzanne doesn't diminish that at all. No one can come even close to replacing the special place you have in my heart." He used a hand that was underwater to fight Suzanne and keep her from putting it back in. He was too flummoxed to realize the irony of trying so hard to get into that hole, and now fighting to keep out.

Susan closed the distance completely now. Alan managed to reach the ocean bottom just as the three of them hugged. Even though Susan's bikini bottom was the only stitch of clothing between the three of them, it was a mostly platonic and loving hug. "Suzanne. My Tiger. You two are too great!" she cooed. Susan's close presence caused Suzanne to give up her desire to fuck, anyway, so she let go of his penis and allowed the water to force their bodies apart naturally.

Alan thought to himself as he hugged, Dang. That was too close! Suzanne and I were about to fuck! Fuck! Wow! I mean, technically, I was already in her! And right in front of Mom! I guess Suzanne got carried away with what I said. What if Mom would have come here a couple of minutes later? We would have been going at it with total abandon! I know I would have. Totally fucking wild abandon. Dang. Just one minute later and I could have at least done a little! What'll Suzanne do now? Is she going to step back and regret that or can we finish what we started later? Please God, please, let me fuck Suzanne! Pleeeaasseee!

At the very same time, Suzanne thought, That was dumb. If only I was a little more prudent and made some distance from Susan, we could have gone all the way. What a torturous tease I am, just like when I pretended to be Elle at the costume party. This does not count as our first time. No way. We're still at zero in my book. But I just couldn't hold back after he said he loved me! Screw my scheming. This is so far beyond my scheming or just winning another conquest. This is love! I'm really in love! I haven't felt like this since I was a teenager. I didn't even know a woman my age COULD feel like this!

Meanwhile, as Susan hugged the both of them, she thought, I love this guy. My very own son! I just love him all up. I don't deserve such a great kid. Of course he loves Suzanne. She's so great; it's only natural. How lucky am I to have her as a best friend? She's always there for me. For us. But things were a little fishy before I butted in. Good thing I came out here because I think Suzanne is getting a little bit carried away. The look in her eyes.... Later I'm going to have to talk to Suzanne and make sure she's straight on the boundaries. I don't know about that kind of kissing, even though I've kind of slid a little in that direction myself sometimes lately...

The three of them ended the hug and retired back to their towels on the beach. Amy sat there in all her naked glory. She was a bit suspicious about all the hugging and kissing in the ocean in front of her, but kept her mouth shut.

Alan let his erect penis bounce proudly in front of him as he walked up onto the beach. "Can someone help the swelling go down?" he asked as he sat down next to Amy. "What about you, Amy? Would you like to help out?"

"M'kay!" she said. "That sounds super awesome! Cool!"

Suzanne threw cold water on the idea. "Wait a sec, you two. I know I said you could help out with your hands earlier, but I don't really feel comfortable with that, out here and everything."

Amy was crestfallen.

Susan said, "Amy, don't worry. You can have your chance later today. I'll make sure of it. There will be so many chances. Let's give this one to Suzanne. She and Alan had a special moment out there in the ocean, so it's only appropriate. Today just seems to be her day."

Alan thought, Mom, you have no idea how "special." Dang! I cannot believe Suzanne almost fucked me! And shit! Fuck! She isn't wasting time, either! Alan responded to the fact that while he was lost in thought and before he realized what had happened, Suzanne already had her mouth around his penis. That took Amy and Susan by surprise, too. They quickly went into position and shielded the blowjob on either side.

Amy couldn't help but pout a bit, however. "Mom, you get all the fun stuff. I want to have a special moment with Alan too!"

Susan responded since Suzanne and Alan were well occupied. "Don't worry, Amy dear. I'm sure you'll have lots of special moments with Alan. Isn't that right, Tiger?"

Alan was so overcome with the pleasure Suzanne's mouth gave him that he could barely answer. "Mmm hmm. Yeah. ... Definitely."

"Just watch and learn, Amy," Susan said motheringly. "Look at your mother's technique. Before too long, that'll be your tongue on his penis."

"Really? Cool!" Amy said with her usual enthusiasm. Suzanne groaned inwardly at the thought of her daughter giving a blowjob, but her mouth was too occupied for her to say anything about it.

Suzanne knew just what turned Alan on. Like all men, he had a sensitive spot just under the penis head and she constantly worked on stimulating that in one way or another. She could go down into a near-deep throat and meanwhile flick her tongue right at that spot that drove him wild. She even knew how to gently use her teeth in a way that aroused him further. Not even Glory went for doing much with her teeth. When Alan had his penis in Suzanne's mouth, he was truly in heaven, and Suzanne felt just as good in return. She particularly loved the naughtiness of it all. Having both Susan and Amy watch close up was almost too much, and made her nearly lightheaded with happiness.

By the time Suzanne's very prolonged, expert blowjob was done the sun had already started to set. The three knockout females began to develop a crowd now that they'd stayed seated in one place for a while. A couple of male passersby had parked themselves on the sand a discreet distance away. But they obviously checked the women out from behind their sunglasses. As a result, there was no big cum eating production like earlier. Suzanne just let Alan fill up her mouth with his seed while a number of joggers went by and wondered if their eyes had played tricks on them or if they really saw a woman's head in a man's lap, surrounded by two gorgeous and topless women.

When she was done and her mouth was finally free, she say the need to correct what Susan had said a few minutes earlier. "Now, Amy, remember you're not allowed to suck Alan's cock. So don't listen to what Susan was saying. Hand jobs okay, but that's it. We have to set some limits, because you're still so innocent. You're not ready for sex."

"I am too ready!" Amy protested, but she couldn't convince Suzanne.

There were more joggers who came by as many people liked to go jogging in the cooler hours at the end of the day. Susan put her bikini top back on in response. As she saw two more people run past and another off in the distance, she said, "Look at those goobers. I think that's our cue to leave."

Amy said, "M'kay, but Alan, didn't you bring a camera? Let's take some pictures!"

So Alan took out his camera from his bag and they took some pictures. It occurred to Alan that he didn't really have any pictures of any of the females naked, so he wanted a lot of those. He got Susan to briefly take her top off again so he could get the three of them topless, all in a row. She also took off her sunglasses so her eyes could be seen.

"Perfect!" he said as he snapped them all pressed into each other. He joked, "I'm going to call this one: Suzanne and her two kids."

Susan and Amy laughed, but Suzanne said, "You're gonna get it now!" and raised her fist threateningly in mock anger. Alan took a picture of that, too, which made them all laugh some more. But the fact was, Susan really could look like a teenager at times, and Suzanne could not. Even when she was a teenager she had an older, more sophisticated look about her.

"Too bad Katherine isn't here," Amy noted as they posed for another photo. "She'll be bummed that she missed out."

"She IS being punished, you know," Susan pointed out as she put her glasses back on. "Maybe this will be a good lesson for her."

Alan commented, "I'm just bummed I can't have all four of my favorite women in the same picture, with the ocean in the background."

"Next time," Susan pointed out. "I don't know about you all, but I want to come back here to this very spot again and again." And to think, she thought to herself, Before we got here I was dead against coming to this place. It's a good thing I follow Suzanne's advice. Susan had a brief vision of returning to the beach. In it, she was alone with Alan, running up and down the beach hand in hand with him. Both jumped up and down in the shallow waves in complete naked abandon and not caring what anyone else thought.

Amy tugged at Suzanne. "I wanna come back too, Mom! Can we? Can we?" The others had a kind laugh for her child-like enthusiasm.

They stayed long enough to watch the sun drop into the ocean and then they made to go. They purposely ignored their nosy onlookers, the only negative note to a great beach trip.

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