Regardless, soon they were going with all the enthusiasm of if it was the real thing. As he rammed into her repeatedly from the rear, she cried out between ragged breaths, "Oh God! Punish me! Punish me! Hump my legs for failing to tuck you in! Mommy's so bad! Use your penis to teach her a lesson. She needs to be properly punished!"

Alan liked that idea, and slammed into her even harder.

When Katherine walked into the kitchen, at first she was completely shocked, thinking Alan was in fact finally fucking his mother. They were going at full speed with Alan driving into his mother repeatedly like the pistons of a engine going forward and back relentlessly. Only on closer inspection did she realize how he was holding back. It was easy to be mistaken – Susan's feet were completely off the floor by this time.

Susan also was panting and moaning so loud that Katherine had heard her from the top of the stairs. She was beside herself with lust. It was only the barest thread of resolve that stopped her from crying "YES!" instead of saying "please don't." What they were doing now only broke her willpower down further. Had he kept at it, eventually she would have been begging him to really fuck her. He had no idea how close he was winning all of her, and with school starting in a short time he unfortunately didn't have the time to keep going and break the last of her willpower.

"That looks like a fun way to say good morning," Katherine finally said. "How's breakfast coming, Mom?" The second comment finally succeeding in tearing Alan and Susan apart. Susan stood there panting for some moments. She went over to the stove, where some oatmeal was in danger of burning.

CHAPTER 2

"Good morning, Angel," Susan said. She tried to sound normal, but her voice was quavery. She grasped the counter around the stove to keep her shaky legs from collapsing. "How are you doing? Alan was just, uh..."

"I'm not doing as well as you, I see," Katherine replied, giggling.

Susan frowned and busied herself with cooking, still trying to maintain some reputation and decorum. Then she realized she was still naked. With trembling hands, she found her nightie in a heap on the floor and started to put it back on.

Katherine added, "If I didn't know better, I would have thought Alan was FUCKING his mother!" She giggled, as if that would be cute, but no big deal. "Was he fucking your thighs?"

Susan finished dressing burning with shame. She had no way to respond to Katherine's comments without adding to her shame, so she didn't. She reached for a pan but missed and sent it clattering to the floor. She tried to compose herself, and just breathed over the stove, head hung down.

Then she turned to Alan with mournful eyes. It looked like she would cry. "Tiger, I want to thank you for being strong and listening to me. But I really don't know how we got into that kind of situation in the first place. It's not right. Could you please not do that? All that rubbing up against me like that. It's more than I can take! If we keep doing that, something might happen! We really, really can't do anything like that again. Absolutely."

"Okay, Mom, okay. Sorry." He sat down and buried his head in his hands for a minute and tried to get a grip on himself. Fuck. I think I'm going to have a nervous breakdown if I don't get to fuck Mom soon. Fuck! He sighed and then looked up at his mother. Now she's just cooking breakfast as happy as you please. I don't believe it. Well, I gotta fuck something. I need to put my penis in some hole right now or I'm going to burst.

He looked up at his sister, now standing up above him.

Katherine said lustily to her brother, "Big Brother, aren't you going to say hello to me as well? I don't think you've fully 'captured my attention.' This outfit is especially suited for just that very thing. That's why I wore it."

"I'm sorry, Little Sis. Niiiice outfit, by the way." Alan took a better look at his sister standing in front of the refrigerator just a few feet away, wearing something she and Suzanne had bought the night before. At first glance it looked like a shiny silver one-piece bathing suit, until one realized the boob and pussy areas were left completely open.

He walked over and rubbed the smooth skin of her crotch, careful not to go inside her pussy with his fingers (as per their new rule on touching that his mother had specified). But her clit was fair game, and he paid a lot of attention to it. His other hand ran up and down her legs. He thought, Maybe I'll be able to fuck her somehow before school. At least fuck her mouth. Something. Anything! I'm so horny it's nearly not a joke to say it's a good thing there aren't any sheep around here.

Susan turned from her cooking and watched her two children. "Okay, I think you've got her attention now," she said after only another minute or two. Normally she would have had a hissy-fit seeing her daughter in such an outfit, but as happened frequently these days, she couldn't really complain given what she herself had been wearing and doing lately. She felt completely naked, since she wore the silky nightie very loosely. The feel of the cloth as it brushed against her skin was a constant turn on. The fashion show was the unspoken thought on everybody's minds, and virtually all the outfits worn in it were just like what she and Katherine were wearing now.

"Hey, no fair!" Katherine complained. "Talk about double standards. You said he could touch my pussy just like he could touch your ass. You've just been at it for way longer!"

"There are advantages in being the one who sets the rules," her mother said wryly. "Now you two sit down and drink your orange juice. Tiger, down that whole glass so you'll have lots of cum for tonight. Then I'll get you another. And Angel, we wear clothing here that at least makes a pretense of covering up one's private parts. Really! Where did you even get that thing? It's so improper."

Alan's quest for satisfaction was further delayed by the fact that Susan served them breakfast. Once again, Katherine and Alan sat on stools at the kitchen counter so they could have a better view of Susan. He thought, It's ironic that Mom said that one had to wear clothing that made "at least a pretense of covering the private parts," because her nightie is about as see-through as can be. It's at least as risqué as the one she's criticizing Katherine for wearing, Man, I can't take it. Mom has me seriously wondering about rape for the first time in my life. Not that I would ever do it, but to even think about it!

Alan still had his shorts off and was in no big hurry to put them back on. But instead of relief he only got more tantalizing, sexy torture.

Susan clearly knew she was on display and was loving it. For instance, when she crossed the room and opened the door to the refrigerator, normally she would have just stood there and opened the door with her back facing away from them. But this morning, she approached the fridge at an angle so they could see her side profile, which allowed them to ogle her boobs and ass at the same time. She bent over at the waist and spent a good time looking for something near the bottom of the fridge. This allowed her boobs to droop forward dramatically, the useless nightie doing nothing to hold them up. At the same time her movements caused her butt to stick out dramatically. She wiggled her ass seductively, knowing that Alan was less than five feet away.

She went a step further and spread her legs so Alan (and incidentally Katherine) could better view her hairy pussy. She looked nearly comical, with her straight legs spread more than three feet wide, and her ass thrusting up so high over the rest of her body. She wiggled her ass up and down, as if she was a professional stripper and not ostensibly a mother trying to cook breakfast.

And that was just one such display of many that morning. The fashion show had fired up her desire to flaunt her body creatively, in tantalizing costumes. Her only frustration was that there weren't enough excuses to flash her pussy from the front, but she tried her best to be creative. For instance, she stood directly in front of Alan, grabbed a spoon, and pretended to wipe in on her nightie, which caused Alan's eyes to lock to the front of her nightie right at her crotch where she was rubbing the spoon. She looked out the window so he wouldn't be shy to stare (not that he was, anyway). Of course Alan could see her dark bush just as easily through the nightie - it was as if she was trying to hide behind glass. But the nightie made all the exposure and bending much more fun.

Alan, sensing his sister's frustration at being ignored, tried to devote some attention to her as well. While he mostly looked at his mother (how could he not, with the display she was putting on?), Alan reached out and fondled his sister's crotch. This occurred below the edge of the high counter, so even the motions of his arms were not very noticeable. This time Alan didn't hesitate to stick his fingers into his sister's pussy. He did this hoping that she would get the hint and reciprocate, consequences be damned.

Luckily soon she was stroking his iron bar penis too. They sat right next to each other engaged in mutual masturbation while they both enjoyed staring at Susan's lovely body.

They restrained themselves enough to not draw suspicions and stay collected enough to carry on a normal conversation with their mother. Susan was so busy putting on a show that she paid little attention to them anyway, except occasionally to check for Alan's reactions.

In fact, perhaps the most remarkable thing about the morning was how well everyone could pretend to carry on a mindless conversation while all of this went on. Talking idly about the weather seemed somehow to make Susan's free show even more delightful, because it heightened the false impression that all her exposure was accidental in nature.

Alan didn't want to hold out, even if that meant spurting his seed all over the wooden paneling below the counter. But every time he felt himself getting close, Susan would walk over to them and Katherine would have to take her hand away. The two of them were unwittingly painfully prolonging his torture.

Susan had no idea what they were doing down below, though she could tell they were playing a little bit. She could see some things. For instance, Katherine liked to lean in towards Alan so that while he was rubbing her clit and she was rubbing his penis, she'd slide a nipple up along his upper arm. That only drove him further into near insanity.

Alan was wearing the clothes he'd wear to school that day - another variation of his same ol' same ol' T-shirt and shorts. But when Susan brought them some more orange juice and then leaned over to check out Alan's crotch, he didn't even try to hide his exposed, hard penis. He swiveled his stool around so that there was no way Susan could miss that fact that his penis was sticking out like a tree trunk. He hoped that if he flaunted it enough, it would soon find itself in a nice, warm female mouth and he could finally get the relief he so desperately craved.

Susan smiled and said to him, "Does someone need some special help right now?"

Katherine replied before Alan could. "I sure do, Mom!" She giggled, but it was true - Katherine really wanted to get off after watching her mother's hot display.

But Susan merely rolled her eyes in mock frustration and said, "I meant you, Tiger."

Alan answered, "Yeah, Mom, you have no idea how much I would appreciate that. No frigging idea. Please help!"

Smiling, Susan walked around the counter, knelt in front of him, and began jacking him off. She breathed sexily, "Mommy is so sorry. She's such a hopeless cocktease. Thank you for putting up with me. Alan is such a good boy. Such a big, good, smart, understanding, cum-filled boy. Mommy's so proud of her sex stud son."

It only took a few strokes for his balls to tighten up. She quickly positioned her mouth, wrapping her luscious lips around his shaft in time to get the first rope of cum in the back of her throat. She too hadn't completely recovered from his earlier dry humping and the feel of cum sloshing around in her throat was like heaven on Earth to her. The only reason she had any willpower to resist being fucked was because she loved taking it in the mouth so much. In fact, she was increasingly distressed whenever she saw his cum being wasted on the ground. If she couldn't take it in the mouth, then she at least wanted it on her face or chest so she could happily lick it up off herself, and maybe end up sucking her own nipples in the process.

Alan closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He was in ecstasy and gave in totally to the experience. When he came to, he looked at Susan. He facial expression was an incredible turned on. She was as overcome with bliss as he was. Cum dribbled out of the corners of her mouth and flowed down her chin. But mostly he was pleased at how good he'd made her feel. With each new blowjob she gave, her nervousness and doubt grew less and less, and her skills got better and better. She was more than fully comfortable with her cocksucker role now. Now her face was one of pure contentment, like a crying baby instantly turned happy when it was given a bottle or nipple to suck on.

Only a minute or two after the blowjob ended, they went back to chatting and eating (food, not each other), as if nothing more unusual had happened than, say, someone having to answer the phone. Susan ate her breakfast on the third stool at the other side of Alan.

Alan felt a wave of relief to finally get his satisfaction. His desire to fuck his mother temporarily abated, and for a little while he felt bad about his thoughts of even raping her. But within minutes he was already getting horny again. This is the disadvantage of sitting on stools instead of at the dining table, thought Alan. These two beautiful women aren't on display as much since we're all staring forward, and I can't play with Katherine under the table. Oh well, at least that's still doable at dinner.

CHAPTER 3

To Alan's disappointment, despite having two nearly naked gorgeous women on each side of him who loved nothing better than cocksucking at the drop of a hat, and despite feeling very horny mentally, his penis didn't recover throughout breakfast. Cumming nine times yesterday must have worn me out, he realized. Wow. Nine friggin' times!

Alan didn't realize how lucky he was. Not only was he constantly surrounded by an incredible number of beautiful and horny women, but he also had a longer than average penis blessed with delicious cum. Two months ago, his sexual technique was nothing to boast about, but in recent weeks of near constant stimulation and daily PC muscle exercises, his penis had quickly grown impressive powers of endurance and recovery. However even his penis had its limits, and it was weary after so many intense orgasms in past days. And his body was literally nearly entirely drained of cum.

Alan's orgasm wasn't up to his usual gusher standards. Susan obviously had that in mind when she placed the bottle of milk right in front of him and said, "Drink a lot, Tiger. Replenish your body with lots of fluids."

Katherine and Susan kept taking concerned peeks at his penis (not hard to do since he still wore only a T-shirt). It slowly engorged again thanks to more flirting, and by the time Alan finished eating, it was half hard. That was hard enough for Katherine to interrupt the conversation and ask, "Big Bro, would you like me to help you with that?"

"That's okay, Angel," Susan said to her daughter, "I can handle it."

Katherine reacted to that grumpily. "Hey, I can help too! What am I, a potted plant?"

"No," Susan answered, "but not only are you still being punished, but today is Tuesday. And that's the day the nurse says I need to pay special attention to Alan's penis. You know, check it for abnormalities and so forth." Susan knew she was blatantly lying to explain the "medical need" for her to pleasure Alan all day long this day of the week, but she did it anyway to maintain some pretense.

"But I still get my one time to stimulate him today, don't I?" Katherine asked, worried.

"Actually, I'd rather you didn't." But before Katherine could angrily respond, Susan quickly added, "However, in order to make it up to you, you can do him twice each day through to Friday to make up for it. How's that for a deal? Three for one."

"Well.... Okay, I guess," Katherine grudgingly admitted. "You must really have a thing for Tuesdays."

"I do." And in fact Susan did. After all that had happened in recent weeks, just thinking about Tuesday in the abstract made her hot. If someone even mentioned the word "Tuesday" in a conversation, it usually started a whole series of hot fantasies for her. She was trying (and succeeding) in building on past Tuesday experiences to create a Tuesday "tradition" within their family. She'd already made clear to Suzanne that she wanted to be alone with Alan for the day, and that Amy should be kept away as well. In return, she hinted that she would step back and pretty much leave Wednesdays to Suzanne and anyone else who wanted it.

With so many people now openly allowed to "help" Alan, if Alan actually masturbated himself it could make a number of people very unhappy. Increasingly, there wasn't enough of Alan to go around.

Susan knelt down before Alan. "Here Tiger, if you're going to reach eight times today, it would be good if you could do it twice before school. This is a good opportunity to practice the stealth stroking I was talking about as well. Can I help you make it hard?" She reached out and held it even before he answered.

"Sure," he said belatedly. There still was plenty of time before school since everyone had woken up early. Susan tried to massage his semi-erect penis back to life while Katherine sat on a nearby stool, looking on. Susan tried everything she could for about five minutes, rubbing him and sucking him every which way, but nothing helped. It still stayed only partly erect.

After a few minutes Alan asked her take off her clothes and of course she did, but even that didn't help.

Katherine took her clothes off as well and started masturbating herself not two feet behind her unsuspecting, kneeling mother, but that didn't help either. It didn't help Alan, anyway - it was helping Katherine a lot. She was the only one of the three achieving orgasm.

Alan started to get concerned, especially since he'd literally run out of cum the night before.

Susan and Alan proceeded in silence, but finally Katherine said saucily, "Mom, maybe it takes a sister's touch."

That prodded Susan to pop Alan's dick out of her mouth. She said huffily, "I think a mother's touch is just fine, thank you very much." She noticed Katherine had a finger in her own pussy, and said, "By the way, just what do you think you're doing?"

Katherine defiantly answered, "What does it look like, Mom? I'm masturbating myself. Don't tell me I'm not allowed to do that either."

"No," Susan sighed. "I suppose what you do there is your own business. But to do it in front of your family just seems so unseemly!"

Katherine just shrugged. "I'm just keeping my pussy warm and ready in case Alan wants to touch it."

Susan frowned, but said no more. To herself she thought, Alan likes to touch his mommy's pussy the best! Mommy is Alan's hot and horny sex slave! And today's our special day. I'm going to get so many loads in my mouth that I won't be able to swallow it all, and cum will constantly dribble out, like baby drool. So take THAT, Angel. You get nothing today, except for one tiny feel up. Big deal.

She was smiling now, but then she frowned again, remembering the nearly flaccid penis poking her in the nose. Turning up towards Alan's face, she asked, "What seems to be the problem, Tiger? It usually takes more than one orgasm to cause you to give up, and even then you can usually eventually keep rebounding until it's just too painful for you to continue."

"Yeah, well, that's 'cos I'm surrounded by so many amazing women. Dang, you're so sexy moving around the kitchen in that nightie! Believe you me, I want to get hard so bad. But I think yesterday wore me out. It's like if you don't sleep enough night after night, one day it all catches up to you and you crash. That's how my penis feels today."

Susan said, very concerned, "Oh dear! And on a Tuesday, no less. Isn't there anything I can do? We still have ten minutes or so to kill before school." She got up since his penis seemed hopelessly flaccid, and took a seat at the table.

Alan pondered. It was rarely like this when his mind was so ready for action, but his body wasn't complying. "Well, perhaps if we try something new, that could raise my excitement. If you'd let me kiss you on the lips or put my fingers between..."

"No. Sorry, but those are boundaries that can never be crossed," she said firmly, blatantly ignoring numerous times such boundaries had been crossed already. Susan was in fact fairly strict on the no kissing rule, except for the nightly goodnight kisses, which could and usually did go on for some time. And Alan had repeatedly explored her body. By the end of the fashion show the night before, there was no bump or mole on her body that he didn't know intimately, except for the region right around her pussy.

"Except for the butt," Katherine pointed out.

"Except for that, in special circumstances," Susan conceded. Katherine thought, Yeah, limited to only whenever Alan wants to touch you there!

"Well..." Alan said, as he pondered for a few moments. Addressing both Susan and Katherine, he suggested, "Since both of you are here, what if you kissed each other? That would be really sexy. In fact, just thinking about it is already starting to help out."

"Hmm," Susan thought out loud. "Maybe that would be okay..." But then she changed her mind. "No, on second thought, that goes too far. I've been far too lax. I have to put my foot down."

Susan was sitting in a chair, and Katherine came over and sat in her lap. "Oh Mom, don't be such a square! Please? Pretty please? I feel like you're always helping Alan out, and I never get to help. Here's my chance to contribute to his medical treatment. He needs constant stimulation. Won't you let me help just a little?"

Susan was disconcerted that she was completely naked and so was her daughter, and yet her daughter was now sitting in her lap. Katherine scooted up close and put her hands on her mother's shoulders, but Susan didn't know what to do with her hands. At first she held them away from touching any part of her daughter's body, but realized to keep doing that would be very awkward, and she put them on Katherine's hips.

Meanwhile, the way Katherine was sitting, Susan couldn't help but press her heaving, huge tits into Katherine's stomach. Katherine leaned even further down to look at Susan's eyes from inches away, and now her own ample boobs also pressed into the tops of her mother's even more massive orbs.

Just as Katherine was hoping, Susan's brain was fogged by the closeness and touching. Their eyes and mouths were so close, that Susan felt a strong desire to move her head slightly forward and kiss her daughter on the lips. But still she said, "I don't know... It seems so improper..."

"Oh please?" Katherine started bouncing up and down like she was five years old and asking for a new toy. "Please, please, please?" The bouncing fogged Susan's brain even more. Katherine slid forward, making sure that Susan could feel the shaved pussy riding against the skin of her leg.

Susan couldn't take any more and her defenses crumbled. "Since we're in a bit of a hurry, I guess it's okay. But just this once." As an afterthought she asked Katherine, "Are you sure about this, Angel?" Susan's hands unconsciously moved forward from Katherine's hips until they were firmly grasping both of Katherine's ass cheeks.

"Very sure. Anything to help Alan," Katherine answered, secretly much more delighted than that. They both stood up, to make it easier to kiss. It was easy for their lips to meet that way, because Katherine was almost exactly as tall as her mother.

Susan leaned forward and quickly kissed Katherine on the cheek. Then she turned towards Alan. "How was that?"

He started rubbing his penis, now almost full sized from seeing Katherine bouncing on Susan's lap. "That's not what I meant. I meant a full, passionate kiss on the lips."

Before she processed his words, Susan said, "Don't do that," chastising his masturbation. "You should never have to do that, if one of us is nearby. Remember how it can distort your penis. Come here."

Alan stood up and walked right up to Susan. She moved his hand away from his penis and replaced it with one of her own. She didn't even have to think about stroking it - her hands did it automatically as if that was the task they were born to do. Stroking his penis made her deeply content and put her worried mind at ease about the kissing problem.

She pondered again his words about kissing her daughter on the lips. With her hand going to town on his penis, she was amenable to most anything, and easily deceived herself. She didn't even logically realize that if his penis was now nearly fully hard, there was no need for the kiss any more. Lust took over.

She justified to herself, I have no desire to kiss my daughter, and in fact I have no interest or experience in women at all. Since it doesn't affect me, then there's nothing wrong with doing this to help him out.

In thinking that she had no lesbian desires, she conveniently ignored thinking about all of the times recently she'd been lustfully staring at other women's bodies. In particular, the fashion show the night before had been a real watershed for her. She would have repeatedly creamed herself looking at Suzanne, Katherine, and Amy strut their stuff even if she hadn't had Alan's penis sliding in her hand most of the evening.

Finally, she said, "All right, since today is a Tuesday, I'll go the extra mile for you. But just this one time, and I really mean that. Are you ready, Angel?" She took her hand off of the penis to give the kiss more of her attention.

She leaned forward and drew Katherine in with both of her hands. Then she kissed Katherine tentatively on the lips, but refrained from using her tongue. At first Katherine was shocked. She was big on the idea of kissing her mother like this in theory, but actually kissing one's mother in practice took some getting used to. But by and by she grew more enthusiastic, drawing her mother into a close embrace and probing her mouth with her tongue. Katherine pressed their boobs together, making sure it was done at an angle that Alan could see and appreciate.

After a minute or two, Susan managed to remember to return one hand to Alan's penis, and still kept on kissing. But Susan still did little with her tongue, even as Katherine hungrily explored Susan's mouth.

"Is that enough already?" Susan asked as she finally broke off the kiss.

"Wow, that's perfect!" Alan cried. "But I'm still not all the way up. Just keep going like that!"

Susan knew Alan's penis well and knew it was as hard as it got. In fact, it finally dawned on her that with the penis so hard the whole kissing excuse was moot. But she kissed her daughter again anyway. She also began responding more enthusiastically to the kissing, finally moving her tongue into her daughter's mouth. Neither Katherine nor Susan had ever really touched each other since Katherine was small, except for the usual hugs, so this was a new and strange experience for both of them. Their tongues now battled each other delightfully.

Susan explored Katherine's back with her free hand, and Katherine's hands ran all over her mother. Susan was too shy to rub Katherine's pussy, even though she'd been checking out the outfit Katherine was wearing that morning and repeatedly wondered what it was like to touch it. As they continued to deeply explore each other's mouths, Susan realized that somehow one of her legs had found itself between Katherine's legs. Katherine was bouncing up and down a bit and thus rubbing her moist crotch up and down the skin of Susan's thigh.

After another minute, Alan said, "Whoa, thanks helping out so much. I don't think I can last for long." Susan immediately pulled away, knelt, and devoted her full attention to Alan's penis. She took his hardness into her mouth and milked him with her tongue, but in fact he wasn't quite ready to blow, so she just kept sucking and licking.

Katherine watched jealously. She trailed one hand down to Susan's ass and finally, reluctantly, let go. She remained standing right behind Susan, impatiently waiting for the blowjob to end. But Alan was really holding out well now. After a couple more minutes, Katherine placed a hand on Susan's hair and began caressing it. She asked, "How's it going, Mom? Is he getting close to finishing?"

Susan bobbed her head up and down even more than usual in an attempt to indicate yes.

Katherine continued to caress the long and silky hair, now with both hands. She ran her hands all the way down Susan's back repeatedly, nearly reaching her butt. After a few more minutes of this, Alan still wasn't blowing his load, so Katherine started giving advice. "More tongue, Mom, more tongue. Are you hitting the special spot right under the mushroom head? 'Cos that's my favorite. He loves that."

Susan mmmm-hmmmed a reply.

Katherine continued with more advice, even though she was no better at blowjobs than Susan was. Then she said, "Mom, maybe you need longer stroking. Bob your head more. You gotta go all the way in and all that way back. Like this." Both of Katherine's hands were already on Susan's head, but now she pushed Susan forward and then pulled her back. "Come on, Mom, bob your head more. More!" Katherine pushed and pulled Susan's head back and forth over the full length of Alan's penis.

Susan initially resented the advice and especially resented being pushed. She thought she knew what she was doing perfectly well. But as Katherine continued to force her head into Alan's crotch, Susan found herself loving being roughly handled. She stopped moving her head at all on her own, forcing Katherine to move it even more, so it was really like Katherine was fucking Alan's penis, using Susan's mouth as a tool. The idea of being used that way made Susan so hot that she reached down and launched into a great climax merely from lightly touching her clit.

When Susan climaxed, her whole body shook in a special way. Alan could tell what was happening just by the way her mouth quivered around his penis. This finally brought him over the edge. It was like flood gates of cum opened up, and a torrent of cum overwhelmed his mother's mouth. But Susan somehow managed to drink it all up - she now considered herself an expert at swallowing an entire load, no matter how big.

As Alan finished his orgasm, and while Susan's lips were still wrapped around him, he exclaimed, "I can't believe how horny that made me. I don't know what it is, but for guys there's nothing more exciting than seeing two women together. I swear, that could have raised the penis of a dead man!"

When Susan finished, she looked up to the kitchen clock. "Anything to help, Tiger. Though Katherine, I think I could handle things myself just fine, thank you very much. I hope you enjoyed the show though, 'cos that kind of kissing is not going to happen again around here. Kissing my daughter - I mean, really! I have my limits!"

The remarkable thing was that Susan sincerely believed these words, but Katherine and Alan both knew that another point of no return had just been crossed.

Susan continued like a typical mother, "Okay, we're running a couple minutes late. Let's all get ready ASAP, and I'll drive you both to school."

Everyone rushed around, dressing up and also washing up to clear away the strong smell of sex. Susan though still had some of Alan's cum in her mouth. She kept it in there as long as she could, sloshing it around inside with her tongue even as she drove them to school, as if it was a fine wine to be savored. That wasn't exactly the behavior of a typical suburban soccer mom and she knew it, but she couldn't help it.

They acted like a perfectly normal family on the drive over, and all three were even fully clothed with underwear. No matter what happened inside the house, Katherine and Susan still maintained their exact old personas outside the house (except for rare exceptions for Katherine, such as being at Kim's house with Alan). While they maintained meaningless small talk on the surface, on the inside all three were thinking about the kiss between Katherine and Susan.

Susan was surprised how much she liked the kiss. In some ways it's nicer than kissing a man. And a woman's skin feels so soft and nice. But she's my own daughter! No way is that going to happen again. I mean it this time. But I keep saying 'no' about things and then breaking down. What if Alan needs help getting hard again? Surely it would be okay to help him out again by kissing my daughter, wouldn't it? Maybe it's okay in those kinds of situations only, just when Alan asks for help... After all, there's nothing more important that helping his problem. If he commands me to kiss Katherine again to get him hard, how can I turn him down?

Katherine was thinking, A month ago, I thought women doing it together was totally gross. Now I'm doing it with practically every woman I know! I gotta tell Alan to keep asking for Mom to do that. In no time Mom is gonna break down even further and we can turn her into a bisexual. I just hope she can fully get into doing women! The way she kissed, I think she could definitely get into it. Heck, what am I thinking. The way she was looking at me at the fashion show last night, she's liable to up and jump me when she gets into one of her horny mental zones. Fuck, I can just imagine Alan fucking my pussy while Suzanne is doing my ass with a dildo and Mom is sitting on my face! Wouldn't that be great? ... How am I going to get through school thinking these things? I need someone to fuck me right now!

Meanwhile, Alan was thinking, That was so totally hot! First Katherine's doing Suzanne, and now she's starting in on Mom. Soon the three of them and Amy will be all over each other. This is going to rock! And what's really great is that I can do no wrong. If I get hard then I get pleasured, and if I don't then I get a free show like that and THEN get pleasured. In fact, it's better if I can start out flaccid and force Mom to do new things. Fuck! Is there any limit to how amazing this can get?

Finally Susan dropped them at the school. They ran off with backpacks over their shoulders, waving to Susan as they went.

The only problem was that school was an almost unbearably boring let down after a morning like that. At least Alan had grown somewhat used to the flip flopping between his porno world and his mundane world, and was able to concentrate on classes, though not very well. He was helped by the fact that his penis was once again dead to the world.

But there was one thing bothering him, preventing him from focusing. He couldn't stop thinking about the dry hump. It haunted all his thoughts, making him nearly forget about the kiss between his sister and his mother. He thought, over and over, That was so much like real fucking. I was so close. So close! So fucking close!

CHAPTER 4

Suzanne came over as soon as Susan drove her car back into the driveway. As soon as she walked in, Susan rushed up to her and cried. Suzanne held her in a comforting hug. "What's wrong?" the buxom neighbor asked.

"Suzanne, I'm so awful. I did all kinds of unmentionable things this morning. Alan and I, we... Well, I'll just be blunt about it. He was getting my attention when that somehow turned into him dry humping me between the legs. We were practically fucking! I don't even know how he restrained himself. It was so like he was fucking me doggy style that I can hardly believe it. It was horrible!"

"Was it really?" Suzanne asked as she comfortingly stroked Susan's cheek. "Didn't you enjoy it?"

"Enjoy it? I can't even express words on how good it made me feel. That's what so horrible. I have no control! And it's so wrong, but I only realize that after the fact."

"Susan, remember this is for Alan's medical benefit. You're not just doing this willy nilly. This is for his medical benefit. Repeat after me: medical benefit."

Susan was hesitant, but Suzanne nudged her, and she grudgingly said, "Medical benefit."

Suzanne realized that Susan needed more reinforcement than that, so she launched into a long lecture about the importance of helping Alan. By the time she was done, Susan was convinced she was performing a sacred and noble duty. But still she felt worried because of what happened between her and Katherine. She wasn't comfortable talking about it with Suzanne because she was also feeling strange feelings toward her best friend.

That crisis averted, the two of them went down to the basement gym for their daily exercises. They remained focused on their exercises while they did them, but during breaks they would talk and gossip. Lately, it was mostly about Alan, and such talk had been growing increasingly arousing and detailed. For instance, the day before they talked extensively about the beach trip on Sunday. Suzanne still kept secrets, such as how she'd allowed Alan to stick his penis in her vagina while playing in the waves, but even without such details the stories got them both hot and bothered as they mentally revisited the experiences together.

The exercising inevitably got them quite sweaty, so they took showers afterwards. But lately the showers had turned into very prolonged masturbation sessions. With two showers in the house, Susan would get in one and Suzanne in the other and they'd take twenty or thirty minutes relishing all the arousing things they'd talked about. That now was as much a part of their daily ritual as the exercising, even though it was unspoken. Susan, in her sexual denial and naiveté, imagined Suzanne had no idea that she was masturbating at these times. Suzanne of course knew exactly what Susan was doing, but didn't want to embarrass her further by mentioning it.

As the two women didn't need to work for a living, they had a lot of free time on their hands. Previously they had spent a lot of it going out and socializing and playing tennis or bridge with other women, but lately they'd been spending more time in. For both of them, more and more of that time they had their fingers or something else in their pussies, or Alan's penis in a hand or mouth. Suzanne was using her egg dildo more often as well. She was a bit disappointed that so many weeks had gone by and she still wasn't fucking Alan, but overall her plan to the seduce the whole Plummer family was proceeding nicely.

So this was their "exercise routine" and they followed it again today. The only difference was that Suzanne was wearing a cut off T-shirt instead of her usual spandex top. And cut off it certainly was: it was cut almost like a bikini top, with all of the bottom half of her boobs hanging out below the fabric. She'd never worn anything like it before, but she figured it could only help to keep Susan horny.

The topic was Alan, as it usually was lately. They discussed the previous night's fashion show for a long time. Taking a break from the expensive exercise machines, they reclined back on adjacent machines. Suzanne marveled, "Alan really outdid himself yesterday, didn't he?"

"He sure did," Susan replied with fond remembrance. "The chart shows nine times! But I only assisted him for four of them," she added somewhat bitterly. "I wonder who else was helping out." A disturbing thought popped into her mind. "Oh dear! I hope he isn't still masturbating himself all alone! I keep telling him not to do that."

"'Only assisted him for four of them?'" Suzanne repeated Susan's comment, chuckling. "My, my, someone here is getting awfully greedy for a certain handsome young man's penis. And today you're keeping him all to yourself. Remember to share and share alike, or you'll have a revolt on your hands."

"Okay, okay," Susan said, smiling at her own stubbornness. "But please humor me on Tuesdays."

"I do, but between your monopolizing of him and Amy unfortunately getting in on the picture, I'll be lucky to get a couple licks in a day, so to speak," Suzanne said.

"Amy getting in on the picture?" Susan asked quizzically. "She did get pretty involved with the fashion show, but she's not THAT in on the picture when it comes to his penis. You've forbidden her from joining in the cocksucking."

"I did forbid her, but she was surprisingly disobedient last night. Do you know what I saw as I walked out of the house? Amy and Alan were in the living room alone, and she was sucking his magnificent tool! I think it was the first time she sucked him to orgasm, and it happened right in front of my eyes. I don't know what to do about that girl."

"Mmmm, that sounds nice..." Susan said dreamily, as she imagined Amy naked and sucking Alan, and then imagined that it was herself instead of Amy doing the sucking. "Amy is a good kid..." She closed her eyes and unthinkingly ran her hands over her own spandex exercise outfit.

Suzanne was even more obviously focusing on her own boobs and crotch as she ran her hands over herself as well.

Both of them felt the frustrations of not being able to reach everywhere their hands wanted to go through the tight fitting clothes, especially compared to the open access clothes they were almost always wearing now. But Susan wasn't ready yet to blatantly masturbate herself in front of her friend and Suzanne let Susan set the pace. Suzanne's loose cut off T-shirt gave her excellent access to her own tits, but she refrained from reaching under the shirt, for the moment.

Susan said more seriously, "Suzanne, do you think maybe we're corrupting our children? I completely agree with what you said about the supreme importance of stroking and sucking him every day, but there are side effects. I mean, what happens to us old broads doesn't really matter, but having the girls help Alan out might be warping their normal sex lives."

"I think you just don't want to share Alan with anyone else," Suzanne responded, half seriously.

"No, that's not true. His happiness is my happiness. But consider: since Alan began his treatment, he gave up his interest in Christine, and he seems to have no interest in asking anyone else out. And Katherine used to date almost every weekend. There was a whole line of guys wanting to go out with her, but she hasn't gone on one date with a guy in weeks! And I know Amy isn't even allowed to date after what happened last year, but will she even want to, now that she has Alan to play with? All three could graduate from high school without dating at all anymore, the way things are going."

Suzanne said reassuringly, "I think they're just going through a phase. At first I was upset last night at seeing Amy getting physical with Alan, but the more I've thought about it, the more I realize it's a good thing. She has to discover sex sooner or later, and who better to teach her than Alan? Unlike most other guys, we know he'll go slow and be gentle and understanding. He certainly won't rape her like Jack Johnson almost did. I guess trying to stop her from becoming one of his cocksucking helpers was like trying to stop the tide. I can't really blame her for disobeying, after all the things she's seen at this house. And as for dating, I'm thinking: what if Alan dated Amy? If you think about it, it could be a pretty good match."

"Hmm." Susan pondered the idea. "You know, you're right. They're clearly attracted to each other, and there would be nothing 'funny' about it. But what about Alan and Katherine? They have totally unnatural, deep feelings for each other! What am I going to do about that? If Alan goes out with Amy, that might create big jealousy problems with Katherine. I think she wants him in a very unsisterly way! He feels the same way too, I think."

Suzanne interjected, "You think? What gives you that impression?" She sounded serious, but she rolled her eyes at the fact that this was only now dawning on Susan.

Susan didn't notice the sarcasm, and continued, "It's true! Just think for instance how Alan was rubbing his hands all over Katherine at the fashion show. I really shouldn't have allowed that. And did you see that bunny routine Katherine did? Was that just an act? It's like she actually wants her brother to have sex with her!"

Suzanne was incredulous that Susan would have any doubts whatsoever that her children wanted to fuck each other, but she kept a straight face.

Susan continued, "But when I try to keep the two of them apart in some situation like that, Katherine just thinks it's because I want to monopolize Alan for myself. So I have trouble being strict, 'cos I don't like being a hypocrite."

Suzanne didn't have any quick answer to that, so Susan kept talking. Despite the problems being discussed, Susan felt increasingly horny, and cupped her boobs with both hands as if she was afraid they would fall out of her tight spandex outfit. "And it gets even worse! Today Alan couldn't get a hard-on at breakfast. For the second time, that is. Lordy. The first time was great since I got to swallow his load."

"Tell me all the juicy details. Was that before or after he dry humped you? Relive it for me. Make me feel like I can taste his cock on my tongue."

"That's not important now. ... Maybe later." She broke her serious mood to briefly smile as she said, "Definitely later." She knew that she and Suzanne would relive every moment in great detail, and momentarily lost her concentration as she stared off into space thinking about doing that.

Then she got serious again. "Anyway, the thing I'm trying to say is that he couldn't get hard. You know how important it is he gets pleasured in the morning so it can be spread throughout the day - he really needs it twice before school. So I tried everything, even though Katherine was sitting there only a few feet away! I'm so shameless. I wore that nightie you just bought me, the see-through one, and I was bending and twisting my body every which way. But nothing seemed to work."

She paused. Should I go ahead and tell her about everything I did with my daughter? Suzanne is my best friend. We don't keep a single secret from each other. I have to tell her. She can help me with her usual good advice. I really need to know what to do.

She closed her eyes but kept on talking. "Finally Alan suggested that if I kissed Katherine on the lips that would make him hard. So I reluctantly did so, and it worked. Especially since we were both naked by then. But at what price? I was shocked - Katherine really got into it. She was running her tongue all inside my mouth even as she ran her hands all over my naked body. What kind of respectable mother lets her daughter do that? And I figured it was okay since I don't care to kiss women, but I'm afraid Katherine may be bisexual. I never considered she might be before, but lately I don't know..."

Suzanne was very surprised but pleased at the new revelation. She could hardly contain her excitement as the implications sank in. Score a home run for the Suzanne plan! Susan's falling into my hands through her daughter, and the brilliant thing is I didn't even set this up. I'm going to have to thank Katherine in a big, up close and personal way for this later. Susan is going to become an all out bisexual. I can tell. She's a natural nymphomaniac, just like me.

On the outside, Suzanne kept a level facade. She advised, "Don't be hard on yourself, Susan. It's true that things have gotten very sexual in your house, but that's only to be expected. By the way, did you suck on his penis after the kiss?"

"Hmm? Oh yes. I did. Mmm." She closed her eyes and was transported in her mind back to the experience. "I even stroked him during the kiss! Can you believe that?" She added in a whispery voice, "God it was so good. But I'm so bad. I feel so terrible. I almost was too ashamed to tell you. What should I do?"

Suzanne advised, "Remember what I told you to say earlier: medical benefit. This is for Alan's medical benefit. You yourself said the kiss was essential for him to get hard. Think how he would have painfully suffered during school if you hadn't thoroughly drained his penis first. I don't think you're focusing on the importance of pleasing his penis nearly enough, if you're still having these doubts. I want you to stick your fingers in your mouth and suck on them as if it was his meaty shaft. That'll put you in the right state of mind to think about this issue."

So Susan obediently stuck three fingers in her mouth and sucked. The task came easily to her, as she had her fingers in her mouth a lot lately, while constantly fantasizing about sucking Alan off. She did this a lot in her lonely moments, but she'd never done it in front of another person. All the practice on her fingers was greatly increasing her sucking endurance. It seemed lately that she was either sucking Alan off, masturbating about sucking him off, talking with Suzanne about sucking him off, or working on her sucking endurance with her fingers. That seemed to take up a majority of her day.

Suzanne wasn't sure how well Susan was listening now, but she continued over the sound of slurping, "How many families have a son with a problem like Alan's? If they did, they'd be facing the same issues. I don't think we realized all the implications of his treatment when this started. But now that I understand the situation a little better, I have to say I'm impressed with the resolve you've shown."

Susan wasn't exactly showing a lot of resolve at the moment - she'd taken to sucking her fingers like a fish to water, and was barely able to comprehend Suzanne's words and she thrust the fingers into her mouth like Alan was straddled over her and fucking her face.

But still Suzanne pressed on. "I think a lot of mothers, maybe most mothers, would have quickly completely given in and begun fucking their sons immediately. But your 'bend but don't break' strategy appears to be working. I have a friend who's Armenian, and she says that when she was growing up all the women like her did everything and anything except straight sex with guys, including blowjobs and anal sex, so they could preserve their virginity for marriage. And it's a system that works, 'cos it's part of the culture, and guys respect that. The further they allow guys to go, the easier it is for the man and woman to keep their virginity, because both sides are having pleasure. So I think it's the same with you and Alan. As long as you don't actually have straight intercourse with him, the rest is okay, and in fact is great in helping his problem. Remember that: the further you go with him, the less you'll have to have intercourse to be satisfied."

Susan apparently had been listening enough to understand, and took her fingers out to speak. "Thanks," she said, "your words always make me feel better. You're saying I should actually let him fuck my tits and fuck me in the ass?"

"Yes. The more you let him have his way with your body, the less he'll need to fuck your pussy. Paradoxical, isn't it?"

Susan put her fingers back in her mouth and nodded as she thought, Oh yes! I've been holding out from even giving my tits to him, but Suzanne says that's selfish of me. I should let him fuck my tits. He NEEDS to fuck my tits. I can't even imagine how good it would feel to have his big hard schlong filling up my cleavage and ramming his hardness into my chest. But anal sex? I don't know. To have him fuck my asshole? That seems so very improper. I mean, one has to have limits. Imagine if he could just grab me at any moment and throw me down on the table. He'd bend me over and shove his big jackhammer monster up my teeny tiny asshole. I don't know... That could really hurt. But Suzanne says I have to do it. I HAVE to. I have to give him my tits and my ass. I must give myself over to him completely. I'm just a sex cow. It's not my place to think or say no. My place is just to get FUCKED! Yes! Fuck me, Tiger!

Suzanne watched with amusement while Susan pumped her fingers in and out of her mouth with greater and greater speed. The idea of being allowed to get fucked in the tits and ass was so exciting that Susan lost all sense of propriety and completely forgot about Suzanne until she reached climax.

She cried out, "Oh!" and in seconds realized that she wasn't alone but that she was still with Suzanne, and that she had four saliva covered fingers deep in her mouth. She shamefully pulled them out and hid them behind her back, but her mind was still fogged with the excitement of new possibilities.

She tried to push many naughty thoughts from her mind, even as she fought against slipping her hands underneath her spandex outfit. She made an attempt to resume the conversation. "Uh. Where were we? What was that you said? Something about bend over but don't break? I like that. But what about Katherine?"

Suzanne acted as if nothing had happened and pretended that she'd been looking away the whole time. Susan let herself believe that Suzanne had failed to notice the climax.

Suzanne turned back and said calmly, "Same deal. As long as she and Alan don't have actual intercourse, then the rest is okay. Can't you see how their physical intimacy brings them closer together? Can you even remember the last time they were sniping at each other? I can't. They've so close and loving now. You can see how Katherine's eyes light up whenever she sees him?"

"Mmmm hmmm."

"You remember what Akami said about the importance of Alan not chafing or abusing his penis. Nothing is easier on the penis than soft tit mounds, properly lubricated. That's as true for Katherine as it is for the rest of us. And it's not like she's missing out on some great guy. All her dates before were bozos anyway. She's not going to meet a serious guy until college. Alan will be moving on to college in less than a year, so both of them will be dating others soon enough, no matter what happens in the short term."

"That sounds reasonable, I guess...." Susan imagined Katherine naked and bent over the dinner table, and Alan behind her, feeding inch after inch of his long penis into her butt hole. In the vision, Katherine screamed out in both agony and ecstasy while Susan herself stood in the kitchen wearing just her apron, looking on like a proud mother. The idea drove her crazy with desire. She further imagined laying on the kitchen floor in front of both of them, sticking her ass up in the air, spreading her ass cheeks, and saying, "Now, you two, don't forget to tend to your mother!"

Suzanne snapped her fingers, bringing Susan back to Earth.

Susan thought, and then said imploringly, "But what about Katherine and me and the kissing?"

Susan didn't seem to notice that Suzanne had finally snuck a hand up under her loose T-shirt. She was now obviously pinching her own nipple with one hand and rubbing her pussy with the other. The movement was very subtle and through the fabric, but it was there. Suzanne was encouraged by the fact that Susan's view of her was blocked by parts of the two exercise machines between them. She just couldn't stand still when her best friend was burning up the room with sexual heat.

Susan's imaginings returned to the idea of bending over at a ninety degree angle, and having Alan shove his penis right up her ass. When she wasn't thinking about that, she imagined his penis in her mouth so clearly she could almost taste it. She would have happily gone back to fucking her mouth with her fingers but for the need to speak.

Suzanne on the other hand, while delighted at the prospect of being profoundly anally penetrated by Alan, was more excited by the immediate sight of Susan. She wanted Susan bad. She'd been holding back on making any moves on her best friend, but she couldn't hold back any more. Her mind schemed how she could at least get some action with Susan without scaring her away and tearing down weeks of progress.

CHAPTER 5

Suzanne finally came up with a plan. She stopped fondling herself momentarily and returned to and repeated Susan's question, "What about Katherine and me and the kissing?" Then she answered with a question of her own. "When she kissed you, did you enjoy it? For instance, did you put your tongue in her mouth?"

Susan was silent for a while. She thought back to the kiss, and unconsciously began roaming her hands over her body in imitation of what Katherine had done to her just an hour or two earlier. Finally, she admitted, "Yes. Yes I did."

Suzanne was very pleased at the revelation that Susan enjoyed kissing her daughter on the lips. She said, "Don't be shocked, but I think that's perfectly okay. I've kissed many women on the lips and found it lots of fun. It's not a lesbian thing; it's just a friendliness thing. Of course normally you don't want to do it with your own daughter. For instance, I would never kiss Amy like that. But you have to remember you're in a special situation, doing it for a good cause. His medical treatment. So the situations aren't comparable. I think that if Alan is flaccid again and asks you to kiss Katherine so he can get hard, you should agree. Guys really get sexually excited at women kissing each other, and you should use that fact to help him out."

"I was thinking that too, but I wasn't sure if it's the right thing to do. I'm so glad you agree. You're such a great help. But you don't think it'll warp Katherine's development?"

"Hell no! Women kiss each other on the lips all the time. I would kiss you on the lips every day just as a greeting, except that you've been so conservative. Think about some of our friends, like Julianne or Brenda. They kiss me and each other on the lips sometimes to say hello or good-bye. Everyone just avoids kissing you like that because it's obvious that would make you uncomfortable. But it's totally common. It's just being friendly."

"Really? I kind of thought so, but I wasn't sure. Do Julianne and Brenda even have prolonged kisses and roll their tongues around inside each other's mouths when you kiss them?"

"Sure."

"If that's so, then why didn't you kiss Brenda like that when she came over to play cards the other day?"

"Friends like Brenda avoid doing those longer kisses when you're around, 'cos they know how frigid, um, I mean, uh, conservative you are. Or have been, anyway."

Susan was getting more and more horny, and said, "But Brenda has such big boobs!" even though that had nothing to do with kissing. Susan imagined feeling Brenda's boobs. She rubbed her own boobs over her spandex suit more overtly, as if she was feeling up Brenda.

"Yes she does," Suzanne replied, a bit confused at the connection. "But the point is, just because women, even big boobed women, kiss like that, that doesn't mean they're lesbian. It just means social norms are different for women, depending on their upbringing. Just like if you go to a Muslim country like Turkey, you'll see guys hugging each other and holding each other's hands as they walk down the street. That doesn't mean they're gay; they just have different ways of expressing friendliness."

While Suzanne was being factual about Turkish guys from having been there, she was making up the part about their friends doing any more than lightly kissing each other on the mouth. But she was ready to say just about anything in the hopes that it would get Susan to kiss her, and soon.

"Really?" said Susan in wonder. "I'd heard that about guys in some Muslim countries. That's weird. Do you think there are women with huge jugs like Brenda in Turkey?" She was rubbing her boobs with both hands most vigorously now, as she imagined Brenda in Turkey, getting gang banged on a busy street by a dozen Turkish men.

Suzanne didn't answer the silly question. Suddenly Susan realized she was expected to keep the conversation going, and asked, "But am I really that frigid? I'm sorry about that. It's funny how someone like Brenda would be so shocked at what I'm doing with Alan even while she thinks I'm frigid for not French kissing her."

"I'm the one who should be sorry for calling you frigid," Suzanne said very apologetically. "You're far from frigid these days, obviously. But there still are effects from your small town upbringing, even after all these years. Like the fact that you don't even know how women kiss here in Southern California."

The idea of Susan being frigid seemed positively ridiculous the way she was carrying on and rubbing her chest, not to mention her wholehearted devotion to cocksucking lately. But Suzanne realized that there was still a part of Susan that was very moralistic and very religious. Susan really did consider any lesbian activity as something beyond the pale and expressly forbidden by God. Suzanne knew that what she planned next was a very big and pivotal step. She took her hand away from her crotch to take another swing from a bottle of water.

She said, "You know, you've made a lot of progress, and I think you'd agree that your life is much the better for it. But you could stand to loosen up a bit more. You still have a phobia about physical contact. Relax. Try kissing another woman. We're in the very open minded and liberal California, even if this is suburban Orange County. Everybody does it. It's no big deal."

Susan was thoughtful now, and nervous. She said, "Thanks for your patience. I know I've been tough on you, like when I've gone to the beach all covered up and with an umbrella to boot. But I'm trying to change, really I am. Let me... Let us... try kissing. On the lips. If that's what the others do, I want to be one of the gang too."

Susan was already sitting close to Suzanne, but she brought her face in even closer. They stared right into each other's eyes. Susan's nervousness doubled. Even the normally cool Suzanne found her heart pounding with nervous anticipation.

Suzanne was also understandably delighted. We're going to really kiss? Damn, why didn't I try this line of argument years ago? I've been desiring her for YEARS. Actually, upon reflection, had it not been for these weeks of her sexually opening up with Alan, she would never have agreed to this. I still have to bring her along bit by bit.

On the outside the wily neighbor remained calm. "Okay, that would be great. Like I said, it's just a sign of affection, especially when people greet. Just stand up, and I'll kiss you like you did with Katherine earlier."

Suzanne kissed Susan once on the cheek. Then she kissed her on the other. "See? It's easy. You rarely even do this much with another woman. Give it a try."

Susan kissed Suzanne's cheeks, several times. But then they paused for a painfully long time. Both again stared into each other's eyes again with trepidation. Suzanne was well aware that what would happen next was a big step that would permanently change their relationship. Even Susan in her erotic fog had glimmers that this might be the case.

"I don't know..." Susan said doubtfully. "Is this really ... proper?" Her mouth was no more than two inches from Suzanne's and getting closer.

Suzanne answered encouragingly, "Sure it is. There's nothing to it." Their mouths continued to draw nearer ever so slowly, but the movement was unstoppable, like two magnets. The kisses so far were nothing much, but in getting in position for the kiss Suzanne embraced Susan, and that drove their remarkable racks together. Their boobs rubbed against each other, facilitated by Susan's slick spandex top and Suzanne's nearly nonexistent T-shirt.

Their lips finally met, and Suzanne kissed Susan's lips as both kept their mouths closed. That seemed to overwhelm Susan a bit, and she pulled back. Again, for a minute, both just stared into each other's eyes, as if in disbelief of what they were doing. But Suzanne couldn't take the tension any more. She decisively planted her mouth over Susan's and firmly held on. With her hands on the back on Susan's head, she held her friend's head in place and kissed her firmly. She should have been more gradual, but she impatiently stuck her tongue into Susan's mouth and began exploring. Susan passively let Suzanne do what she wanted. But she made no active movements herself, like someone in a complete daze.

Slowly but surely Susan responded in kind, and Suzanne dropped her hands to her friend's shoulders. The kiss went on for about a minute.

When it was done, Suzanne pulled back a bit and said, "There. That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Susan was even more stunned than ever before. She was stunned by just how much she liked it. When Suzanne put her mouth firmly on her own, she felt tremors of excitement all through her body. The nerve endings in her pussy quivered, just as they did with a nice goodnight kiss with Alan. Then the kisses just got better and better. It made the earlier kiss with Katherine feel like child's play, because on some deep, deep level Susan had been desirous of her best friend's incredible body for ages, and now both of their long held, forbidden desires were coming out through the kiss. It was more than electric. Both of them had to stop and catch their breaths.

Finally Susan asked, "Women greet each other like that? Isn't that kind of... sexual?" That was a gross understatement.

"Sure. All the time. You know, maybe there is a little bit of passion in it, but the fact is we live in a society where the men make the rules. And men like a little bit of a sexual charge between women. So this is considered very acceptable even while men are too chicken to hold each other's hands. Imagine two guys French kissing each other to say hello! Totally absurd. But that's how our society is. Double standards."

"Yeah. I guess. Funny how that works." Susan was still reeling. The lightness of their conversation didn't match the heartfelt intensity of the kisses. It didn't help her concentration that Suzanne's face was still inches from hers and their boobs still pressed into each other. Suzanne surreptitiously rubbed her own boobs in slow circles against Susan's, as if she was constantly adjusting her posture, trying to find the best grip for her hug. Her cut off T-shirt had long ridden up her chest, so the only barrier between them was Susan's slick spandex.

Susan's rock hard and very sensitive nipples frequently brushed against Suzanne's nipples. Because Susan's nipples were so very sensitive, she could hardly cope with the deliciously delightful feeling this caused. She loved it even more than the kiss.

Suzanne suggested, "Next time we meet, let's greet with a kiss, like other women do. It'll feel more normal the more we do it. Why don't we practice it again? I'll stand back and pretend to walk into the room. You kiss me like we've been doing it for years."

"Okay." Susan was so sexually overheated that she was just relieved to have Suzanne's body pull away from her own momentarily. It was like stepping away from an open furnace.

CHAPTER 6

Susan's relief was only temporary. Suzanne pulled her T-shirt over her nipples, walked back ten feet, and pretended to knock on and then open an imaginary door. "Hi girlfriend! How's it going?" She walked forward.

"Hi Suzanne!" Susan said in mock surprise, as if she Suzanne had truly and unexpectedly just entered the room. Suzanne kept walking forward, then suddenly and boldly grabbed Susan in a tight embrace and planted her lips on her friend's mouth. She immediately began tonguing, and even dipped Susan back a bit. Susan again replied with her own tongue, but more actively and passionately this time.

After another minute Suzanne stopped the kiss and pulled back. "It's going well," she said, answering Susan's nearly forgotten question. "How are things on your side?"

"Good..." Then Susan broke from her acting role. "Do women really truly kiss like that? It just seems so passionate. What if my husband Ron saw us kissing like that?" Susan's brain was fogged, especially because Suzanne still held her in an embrace, and Suzanne's big melons rubbed against her own in distractingly delightful ways.

Suzanne answered, "If he saw a kiss like that, he'd probably get horny and give you a good fucking later that evening. Oh wait, I forget I'm talking about Ron." They chuckled. "Most guys would get horny, anyway. That's probably why guys encourage this kind of thing. And it's more fun that just saying 'hi,' you must admit."

"Yes, but it was just so emotional. And passionate. I just can't imagine this is how women normally kiss. I mean, like you and Brenda. I can't even picture how your two faces can meet in the first place with all the big tits getting in the way. When you kiss her, do you feel shivers down your spine? Do you feel tingling down in your... Well, tingling all over your skin? Doesn't it make it hard to even think when she's got her beach ball-sized tits pressing into your chest, rubbing her remarkably long nipples all over your own soft, white mountains? ... I mean, how can you just casually greet someone like that?" Susan was getting herself quite worked up thinking about Brenda and Suzanne together.

Suzanne was lying when she said she kissed Brenda on the mouth, but she replied, "Kissing Brenda isn't that different from kissing you. Your tits are nearly as gargantuan as hers. Same as mine. You and I are both prime centerfold material. You may deny it in your endearingly sincere modesty, but that's just a fact. Bodies like yours and mine and I'm sure Brenda's are designed for pleasure. Our tits, our lips, our pussies, our hands - every inch of us has more nerve endings than the typical female. We're so sensitive. Maybe that's one reason that we've become such good friends, because we're kindred spirits. You know, when Alan puts his hand on my ass cheek and strokes it, that's enough to make me want to cum, right there."

"Me too! I love it when he touches my ass. That's my favorite. But that's partially 'cos I'm afraid to let him get near my tits and especially my nipples because they're just so sensitive. I can get off just by pinching my own nipple." Susan demonstrated by pinching a nipple right there, and while it didn't get her to climax, that was only because she'd climaxed recently.

Suzanne unconsciously reached under her T-shirt and pinched a nipple as well. "Yes. See what I mean? So that's part of it. There's going to be more electricity just because of our bodies. Call it a blessing or a curse. But more than that, this is a new and scary experience for you, so you're excited and charged up with tension. That'll pass. Think about kissing you husband when he comes home from work. Even if you kiss him on the lips, it's no big deal anymore, right?"

"Yuck. Don't remind me of that loser." The unpleasant thought caused her to pull her hands off of herself.

"Sorry, but the point is, that's how it'll be with other women when you get used to kissing them. You and I need to practice more so that next time Alan asks you to kiss another woman you won't be all frazzled and excited."

"You're right. This will pass. I couldn't handle the intensity if every kiss was like this, thank God. It's even better than kissing Alan! This will pass. Yes. You're always right. What a friend."

Suzanne continued, "Note also that I said 'hi girlfriend'? You ever notice how women call each other 'girlfriend' but guys never call each other 'boyfriend'? That's another example of how our society likes a certain amount of low-level lesbianism. It's titillating. Boy, Alan will be really turned on when he sees us kiss each other!"

"He will? ... You're right, he will!" Susan realized delightedly. "Cool! I have to be a better kisser for Alan. I think we should definitely practice this some more."

Suzanne and Susan practiced kissing right then three more times, Suzanne pretending to leave and reenter the room each time. Suzanne's cut off T-shirt was up around her shoulders more often then not, and rubbing their tits together were as much or more important for both of them as the kissing.

Susan realized that Suzanne was a much more talented kisser, and bemoaned her own lack of skill. "I'm sorry I'm such a bad kisser. Kissing Ron is like kissing a dead fish. I just never got into it."

"No worries," Suzanne said reassuringly. "We'll practice this until you get really good. Alan won't know what hit him when you kiss him goodnight tonight. Then he'll learn from you and become a better kisser, and all your kisses will be better. If it helps you, just imagine that my tongue is actually Alan's penis, deeply penetrating your mouth. Treat it gently with your own tongue. Put your growing cocksucking skills to use. Then switch roles and imagine that your tongue is his penis, and my mouth is one of your wet, dripping holes."

"Oooh!" Susan squealed with delight. "That might help. Let's try again!"

They kissed some more, and this time Susan was much, much better. Suzanne could hardly believe how good it felt.

The rest of the morning, whenever one or the other would leave the room to go to the bathroom, answer the phone, get a drink, or whatever, they would greet each other again with a passionate kiss. Then spent the rest of the day doing their usual things (Susan would work on household chores and Suzanne would help out just to be friendly. Suzanne had a maid so she had even more free time than her friend). But pretty much the whole time they discussed Alan, and sex, and sex with Alan, and generally stayed as horny as could be. So each kiss grew only more passionate.

The last hour Suzanne was there, the two of them sunbathed in the nude in the back yard for the second day in a row. That gave Suzanne a couple of opportunities to "greet" Susan again while both of them were completely in the buff. By that time both of them wanted nothing more than for Susan to get her spandex top off so they could thoroughly grind their naked tits against each other. They did so for many minutes, often continuing to work their chests into each other even while pausing between kisses.

Suzanne used Alan as a lever to get Susan to do more intimate things without really realizing it was lesbian activity. For instance, as they were about to start another kiss, Suzanne said, "Kissing is even better if you stroke the ass. You know, like in slow dances. Imagine that my hand is Alan's hand, and that I want to 'get your attention.'"

"Okay."

Suzanne clenched Susan's butt and held on for several minutes as they kissed. A second hand soon joined on the other ass cheek As they came up for air, Suzanne asked, "Is that how Alan does it? We have to make this very authentic."

"No. He's more active. He roams his hands all over like he owns my ass. He puts his hand in my ass crack. And he even puts a finger right up my asshole!"

"You mean like this?" Suzanne stuck a finger right up her anus, and Susan moaned quite loudly. Then she attacked Suzanne's lips with renewed vigor.

When Suzanne finally left the house to run some errands a couple hours later, the two were kissing each other with very intimate familiarity, as if they really had been doing it for years. They didn't bother to put any clothes back on either, after the nude sunbathing. Though it went unstated, they wanted to be naked when kissing. Susan absolutely loved how her hard nipples pressed into Suzanne's soft flesh, and Suzanne's nipples did the same to hers. They reached a point where they openly played with their nipples, circling them around each other's in all kinds of ways.

Suzanne was sorely tempted to stick her fingers into Susan's pussy and go all the way, and she was sure Susan's defenses would easily crumble. But she thought, I've been fantasizing about Susan's body for years, even though I was in denial most of that time, so I can wait a couple more days. We've made so much progress today; I shouldn't push my luck. Gotta keep the eye on the bigger prize. It's better if Susan buys this "friendly greeting" story until she's kissing everybody with abandon. Then I'll go for the kill. I have to make her a total sex slut not just with me, but with everyone here.

Suzanne also wanted to rub their bushes together, but she thought that too would go too far for one day. But several times she opened up her legs and let Susan put her leg between her legs. That caused the outer part of Susan's thigh to rub up against Suzanne's furry bush. Suzanne slid her body up and down a bit, as if she was scratching an itch against Susan, but that's as far as it went.

Of course when Suzanne finally made to leave they had to kiss yet again, even though they'd done it at least two dozen times already. Standing next to the underwear cabinet in the front entrance way, Suzanne pushed her luck and kissed Susan for nearly five minutes. Breathing wasn't a problem: Suzanne could breathe through her nose to keep going, and Susan was ably learning how.

As she'd been most of the day, Suzanne was the aggressor. But Susan was a very happy and willing victim. Suzanne ran her hand all over her friend's back and even her butt. Especially the butt. Susan's hand movements were unfortunately still more restrained, and her exploration of Suzanne's butt more tentative. Similarly, Suzanne led the way in grinding her pussy onto Susan's thigh. Even though both of them were dripping in juices, they pretended they weren't, and both pretended they never came, even though they did, often. This was because Suzanne was playing along with Susan's self-deception that they were merely kissing and not engaging in near all out sex standing up.

When the kiss finally ended, Susan leaned against the wall, panting, with Suzanne still pressing her tits hard into her. As she caught her breath, she said, "Now don't tell me women regularly kiss good-bye like that!" But she was deliriously happy, not accusing.

Suzanne finally disengaged. While walking to the underwear cabinet she said, "No, but I figure you need all the practice you can get. Your husband is as bad a kisser as he is a lover, it seems. I can't help it if we're both good kissers." She put on her bra first and then a blouse. But then she stopped, still naked below that.

Susan slumped down the wall and sat on the floor, nearly too overwhelmed to move.

The two of them just looked at each other happily from across the small entrance way for a moment or two. There was a deep love in the way they gazed at each other.

Finally Suzanne stood up. "I'll see you later. I can't wait to see Alan's face - and his penis - when he sees us kiss!"

"I can't either!" Susan said happily, still sitting naked on the floor.

"And just think when you can practice your new kissing skills on him."

"Yeah..." Susan said, staring out into space, imagining the scene. The electricity of their first kiss had hardly faded at all with later kisses. Susan was delighted to bring that kind of firepower onto Alan, thanks to all she'd learned. But then the thought came, "Hey, wait. That's against the rules."

"Oh, right." Suzanne figured she'd pushed Susan far enough in one day, so didn't press the issue much. But she said, "No kissing. Except of course your goodnight kiss. You can show what you learned then."

"Oh yeah. You're right." Susan was delighted.

"And remember that the rules are up to you. The more you do with him, the less you'll need to have intercourse. Bend over but don't break, as you so colorfully put it." Suzanne smiled as she recalled Susan saying that, and that made her also recall Susan stuffing her mouth with her fingers.

Suzanne finally put on her panties (making sure to give Susan a nice show of her pussy as she slowly lifted her legs), then a pair of pants. She opened the front door, and walked out of the house.

Suzanne was content to pretend for the moment that they were merely practicing kissing, but it was obvious to anyone who could see (except for Susan in her self-denial) that the two of them had begun a torrid lesbian relationship. That made Suzanne very happy. Her friendship with Susan had always been partially based on a physical attraction, and she could hardly believe this was happening after being friends for over 15 years. As she walked home she thought, If I only would have known, I would have started this kissing weeks ago. It's perfect because kissing seems so innocent, but in fact it's so passionate. This is going to destroy the last of Susan's defenses for sure. Then we'll all be one happy orgy family.

Susan still sat in her front hallway, naked. Her earlier worry that she was going too far sexually was long gone. Several hours of erotic talk about Alan certainly helped drive her worries away, but the kisses erased her doubts even more so. Her fears about going to far with Alan or her daughter were replaced with a newfound conviction that it was her utmost responsibility to go farther with both, if Alan desired it for his "medical treatment."

Suzanne's kisses were so distracting for Susan that for once the idea of sucking or fucking Alan wasn't constantly in the forefront of her mind. Instead, she pondered women and what it would be like to "do it" with a woman.

But eventually she came back around to the more immediate idea of Alan and what might happen when he got back from school, since it was a Tuesday. She knew he would be home soon. She went to her room to masturbate to pass the time until he arrived. But this time, instead of just dreaming of Alan, she fantasized a threesome with herself, Alan, and Suzanne, all pleasuring each other. She was in heaven.

CHAPTER 7

Back at school, lunchtime finally arrived for Alan. That meant two unusual appointments for any student: an orgasm administered by his teacher Glory, and the task of painting the pussy lips of the cheerleader Joy. If my friends only knew... he thought, for what seemed to be the millionth time in recent weeks.

When the fourth period students had all filed out, Alan said to his teacher, sitting on the edge of her desk, "Sorry Glory, but I'm sure I can't get it up today. My penis is reaaaally hurting. There's just no way."

"I like a good challenge," she responded. "Let me see what I can do with it." She grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him close until his legs interlocked with hers.

"No, please, really. It's not that I can't get it up, it just hurts too much." Actually he probably could get it up, and it didn't hurt terribly badly, but he figured he needed to save himself for after school. His mother at breakfast had sounded extremely keen about helping him later, and he didn't want to let her down on a Tuesday.

"Oh. Bummer." Glory was very let down. "We've been doing some fun role plays lately. I was hoping we could do something like that today. And to be completely honest, I've been hoping and longing that I could be with you more than just during these lunches. You say you can't see me after school this week, and you're penis is all worn out, probably from overwork. Tell me, young man, am I competing against a whole battalion of women or something?"

"No. It's not like that at all. For one thing, you know I've been grounded. And, okay, obviously you're not the only one. You know that. But I want to spend more time with you, too. But it's taboo for you and I to meet outside of school even when I'm not grounded, so our options are so limited."

"Now, just a minute. Who says we can't meet outside of school? That's a social rule, but rules are meant to be broken." She rubbed her hands against his chest as she talked.

"But if you and I were caught in an intimate position couldn't you lose your job? And what about your boyfriend?"

"Well, there is that. Damn. Don't remind me. I honestly don't care much about the boyfriend any more. The thrill is gone. My thrill, now, frankly, is with you. He and I are going through the slow process of breaking up. It's a bit messy and slow because we share some big possessions. But I don't want to lose my job. Realistically though, we're in more danger of getting caught here at school than somewhere else. Somewhere else, first off someone would have to recognize both of us, and I look pretty different when I'm not all dressed up in my school teacher garb. Then they still would have to prove it to some school official, which they may not want to do or be able to do. Whereas any school official could walk in here any minute. You know there are master keys that work every door."

"There are? Oh shit! And that doesn't bother you?"

"It does. But the odds of someone like that coming in here during lunch are astronomically small. Unless rumors start spreading, that is, and I keep my ears to the ground and know those better than anyone. But maybe it would actually be safer to meet sometimes outside of school. What do you think? You could go to the beach, and I could just happen to wind up at the same beach. Wouldn't you like to meet the real 'Surfer Girl' in the flesh?"

"Would I ever! What a great idea. But beaches are so crowded, and full of people my age."

"Not all beaches are crowded. And everyone at this school just goes to the couple of closest beaches. Travel a few miles north or south and you never see anyone you know. Believe me, I do that all the time, and I know. I could chart it on a graph, the odds of running into someone. I'm thinking in particular there's a nice nude beach a ways from here. I surf there a lot and have never seen a single soul from this school there. There are big cliff walls making it really hard to reach, but it's really beautiful."

"Sounds great," Alan said, delighted. "I think I might just 'happen' to go there real soon. I can borrow the car most any time."

Glory couldn't resist pointing out, "You must be the only kid in a family as wealthy as yours to not have your own car. But in any case, when can we do it? How about this weekend, or even sooner?"

"Shucks. Can't. I've got a Boy Scouts hiking trip all weekend long. And I'm grounded by my mom all this week, like I told you already."

"Young man, you really are avoiding me, I'm starting to think. And don't think I'm not mad at you just because what you're doing to my boobs." As a kind of consolation prize to make up for the fact he couldn't get horny at the moment, Alan had started fondling Glory's tits under her blouse.

"No, really. You know how into the scouts I am. Or at least have been. I'm kind of losing interest now that I've discovered women. But what about next weekend?"

"That's so far from now!" Glory whined.

"But this weekend I have the scouting thing, and we can't really do it on a school day, or it'll be really rushed. We could do it next Saturday and spend the whole day together on the beach."

"I'd like that," Glory said, thinking. "Okay. What a busy man you are. Nearly two weeks from now. I can hold out that long. I'll have a special surprise for you, so don't come all pooped out like you are today."

"Cool. But just 'cos I'm pooped out doesn't mean we can't do anything today. We can still kiss and stuff. And I'd like to make you happy."

"Young man, you're such a thoughtful lover! I can't believe you're only a high school senior. But don't just kiss and play with my tits. Not that I want you to stop, mind you, but there's so much more. You've got a lot more erogenous zones than just the penis. Let me show you a few things."

"I know some of that already. I've learned a woman has seventeen erogenous zones, and I try to work on them. When I first started getting blown and stroked, I would just lean back and enjoy. But now I try to give as good as I get and roam my hands and mouth all over those zones."

"You do. That's one reason why I love to suck your penis so much. And I'm sure that helps explain your sudden superstar popularity with the women. But you're missing out of some of the very best zones! Most importantly, you have yet to lick me down there. Since your penis isn't up for much, I think today is a great day for you to work on that."

"But Glory. I'm kind of, I dunno, kind of grossed out. I did it once before a couple of days ago, on Friday in fact, with an Asian woman. She had very sparse hair down there, but ugh! Even still. Pubic hair. Gross."

"Hey. How many times do you think I've gotten your pubes in my nose in the last week alone? You get used to it, and then you learn to love it. As your teacher, it is my obligation to teach you what to do. The female population of this town will love me for it if I do," she said half jokingly. "And if you refuse, then I'm just going to have to spank you instead." She said this completely seriously. She enjoyed giving and receiving spankings, but especially giving them.

"Okay. But let's take this slowly, all right? Tell me what to do."

So Glory instructed Alan on how to please a woman with his tongue. She was an excellent teacher, and made learning fun. Alan wasn't too comfortable with his face down there in the juices and hair, but she cracked a lot of jokes and put him at ease. He kept telling himself that with all the countless blowjobs and handjobs he'd benefited from, it was the least he could do to prefect this new skill. He said to himself, Come on, man, if there's anyone with a moral obligation to learn how to do this, it's you. Payback time for all the pleasure you've been given. Come on! So he kept at it.

He wasn't good at it at all, and didn't take to it like a natural pro as he did with some other sexual things. He enjoyed stimulating clits, but he considered them to be in a dangerously hairy zone, so he didn't do that as much as he otherwise would have.

It took about five minutes, but he finally did get Glory off. He was greatly helped by the fact that she was already quite aroused before he started. She came mightily, and her pussy juice dripped down his chin as a result. He didn't particularly like all the fluid on himself, but he didn't complain. He did like the smell of Glory's pussy though. He looked forward to closely inhaling its fragrance more in the near future.

Having recovered from that, Glory said, "Now it's time for your reward for a lesson learned and job well done. Normally I would have loved to suck you or even deep throat you, but you say you're not up for that. So I'm going to show you just how much pleasure I can give you without touching your oversexed penis. Take your shorts off, because I consider your balls and ass fair play. If there are seventeen erogenous zones on a woman, then there must be an equal number on a man and I'm going to find them all right now."

Glory just about did find all his sensitive spots. She focused on his nipples, armpits, ears, toes, balls, and more, devouring all of him with her mouth like a hungry beast. Her hands were very active too. Alan felt like she was a giant spider on top of him, because it was more like she had six arms instead of two.

His penis grew very erect, but she maintained her promise not to touch it. At least she didn't touch it with her hands or mouth, but it did rub all over her body as she constantly repositioned herself over him and around him. She seemed to delight in running the hairs of her pussy over his penis as she slid up and down him. She had a furry bush, not at all bristly. He decided that, licking or not, he wanted to spend a lot more time in and around her crotch. Petting her fur alone felt great.

When she was done, Alan quipped, "Glory, that was glorious." Alan was on a kick about the name Glory lately. When he was around her he like to say things like glorified, gloriously, glorification, blaze of glory, crowning glory, and so on at every opportunity. He was even using these words and phrases during her class. Whenever he did, it was a shocking jolt that reminded Glory about what they did during their lunches.

As he left her classroom, he thought to himself, Dang, I wish I wasn't grounded so I could be with Glory after school too. Not only have I had a crush on her forever, but if I only knew all the things she can do to a body! Hot damn! I would have failed out of school just fantasizing all day. And now it's a dream come true, but too risky. We can't get together as long as we did today every lunch or even any lunch. It's too dangerous. But it's so addictive.

Although they'd done a lot of things, they didn't spend much time on them. There still was about twenty minutes left in the lunch period. He still had his appointment to paint Joy. He hurried out, calculating that it would be better showing up late than never.

CHAPTER 8

While Alan was busy with his teacher, Kim, Heather, and Joy had already arrived at the unused theater room a few minutes after the start of lunch. Katherine would have liked to have been there, but she decided that more people might just make Joy more nervous, and furthermore, she should steer clear of any potentially sexual situation involving both Alan and those not in on their secret. Joy's private parts were mostly painted black already; only her pussy lips still needed painting. The plan was that Kim and Heather would use the first ten minutes to get Joy aroused so her pussy lips would engorge and spread wide so Alan would find them easier to paint. Katherine figured things might get a bit dodgy if she was there.

When Kim entered (using a secret knock and password), Heather already had Joy naked from the waist down. Joy's cheerleader skirt was up around her waist, tied by a string. "You're just the person I'm looking for," Heather said to Kim, as the two of them undressed. "Joy doesn't find this situation at all arousing, so she's going to need some help. As our resident dyke, do you mind letting your fingers do the walking?"

"Not at all," Kim said, delighted. She put her lunch bag down and got on her knees before Joy, who was sitting on the edge of the stage. "Joy, may I?"

"I know we agreed it might come to this, but..." Joy said reluctantly.

"But what?" Heather replied testily. "How else are you going to get aroused, if you're unwilling to put your own fingers in there?"

"It's just I've never had a woman touch me there before," said Joy, red faced and embarrassed. She was truly frightened.

"I think you'll find it's as good or better than the touch of a man," Kim volunteered. "And much better than your own fingers, because you never know what they'll do next. Here, let me show you."

Kim began working her fingers in and out of Joy's pussy. But more than five minutes went by and nothing happened. Kim was having a really tough time getting Joy turned on. It didn't help that Heather just stood there, arms folded like a disapproving teacher. Heather was annoyed and made unhelpful suggestions. Finally, they heard the sound of Alan's knock on the door. He was quite late, but they still had about twenty minutes.

Heather let him in after hearing the special knock and secret password ("Picasso"). Alan was somewhat impressed with her daring - she opened the door wide for him while standing in the buff. True, it opened into a little-used hallway, but there was always the chance someone else could come by.

Alan was panting because he'd run from Glory's classroom to the theater room. He had a bit less than twenty minutes left in the lunch period, and he was determined to make good use of every second. "You're looking fine," he commented. "Don't you worry about getting caught?" He walked in and she closed the door without even hurrying to do so.

"A, don't I always look fine? And B, no. I never get caught. Plus, I know you're not a fool and you're not gonna have me open the door with someone else close by. Duh."

Alan thought, Dang. She DOES always look fine. Especially today, for some reason. She's practically at the Susan-Suzanne level. And what a tan! I didn't realize a good, all over tan and such flawless skin could be such a turn on. But I don't want to feed her swollen ego even further. While Alan was thinking of a reply to her remarks, his attention was diverted by a sight beyond Heather. Kim was still going at Joy's pussy on the other side of the room.

Joy looked up in horror at the sight of Alan. She tried to cover up her naked pussy, but could hardly do a good job of it with Kim probing its depths. She thought, Oh dear God! I can't let Alan see me like this! But there was nothing she could do. She cried out, "Please! Don't look at me!"

"What's going on here?" Alan asked. He averted his eyes from Joy, but knew that couldn't last for long if he was to paint her privates.

Heather explained, "Kim is trying to get Joy's pussy lips to get engorged, but she's not having much luck. She's been at it for at least five minutes."

"Oh," said Alan, drawing nearer. He stole a glance at Joy and was momentarily struck by how odd she looked, wearing a cheerleader top but only painted on underwear below. "Joy, what seems to be the problem? I would think anyone's body would react naturally to that touch after a while."

"It's just that I'm so nervous and scared," Joy said shyly. "And, to be honest, it takes something romantic to get me excited. Not just brute force."

"Hey, I resent that," Kim complained.

Alan answered, "Well, it may have come out wrong, but she has a point, Kim. It would be different I'm sure if you were kissing her and caressing her, but since it's lacking that, it seems so impersonal. ... Joy, do you think it would help if Kim kissed you, too?"

"Maybe, but I really don't want to be kissed by a girl. I think that would just freak me out even more." Her body actually trembled in fear and embarrassment.

"Hmm." Alan thought out loud, looking at her now. "I know: what if I kissed you?"

Joy practically leapt at the idea. "Yeah! That would be much better. I'm so much more aroused by a man. This lesbian stuff, I just don't go for that. Would you be willing to help me?"

"Any sacrifice for art," Alan joked. "Sorry Kim," he said, taking her place.

Alan got down on his knees, since Joy was in a semi-sitting position at the edge of the stage. He began kissing her tenderly on the face. He spoke between kisses to get her in a romantic mood. "Joy, you're so beautiful. Any man would be so lucky to have you as a girlfriend. I've already admired you from afar, even though I didn't know your name."

"Really?" she said, surprised and pleased. Her nervousness was rapidly fading away, although the fact that Kim and Heather were watching her every move still rankled her.

"Really." He had scoped out and lusted after all the cheerleaders. He kissed her on the mouth once, and again. Soon they were necking passionately.

Joy thought, Now THIS is a guy who knows how to kiss! I thought my boyfriend Dean was good, but Alan... Oh my God! So good! ... Oh, but I'm naked from the waist down! And Kim and Heather - I wish they'd stop staring like that!

After a couple of minutes Alan took advantage of Joy's partial nudity and began caressing her pussy and her butt. Realizing time was wasting, he didn't hesitate to put his fingers into her love tunnel. The pussy lips were definitely aroused, and getting more so all the time.

"Girls, I think we're getting somewhere," he said, pausing after more kisses. "Heather? Kim? I'm ready to paint." He finally turned his head around to see why the other two weren't responding. Heather was lying on the ground, and Kim was between her knees with her mouth in Heather's bush.

Joy looked over at them finally and exclaimed, "Oh ... my ... God!"

"You didn't expect us to just sit around and twiddle our thumbs, did you?" said Heather, as she had the only unoccupied mouth. "There are much better things to twiddle, you know. Anyway, it's your fault. You got me all aroused."

"Don't mind them," Alan said to Joy, still kissing her every instant he didn't have to speak. "We can get down to painting now."

"Screw painting!" said Joy. "We have time to do that later." She gazed at Alan's crotch longingly and ostentatiously licked her lips. I don't care about my boyfriend! Kim's gossip is so dead on! Alan is some kind of fucking Don Juan! Fuck! I need to get fucked right now. That's all there is to it.

She took off her top and bra as quickly as she could. "Why don't you finish what you started, and go all the way? Do you have a problem with fucking me?"

"Um, no. But I thought, I thought you were so shy and nervous..." he said, genuinely confused.

"That was then, and with women. Take your clothes off, already! Please! Don't leave me like this, I beg you!" She leaned back onto the cold floor of the stage and spread her legs. Her knees went wide to each side, and her lower legs dangled off the edge of the stage.

Alan didn't need to be asked twice. He whipped his clothes off in record time. She grabbed his penis once it was exposed, and immediately pulled it towards her pussy. Alan barely had time to slip on a condom while she tugged at his penis in anticipation. It seemed she didn't care about protection - she just wanted to be fucked. She moaned like a cat in heat until he finished with the condom.

Without any further ado, she guided his penis straight into her hole. He pumped into her, even as the whole situation still slowly dawned upon him. I'm actually fucking somebody for once. Not enough of this. I get so much God damned cock teasing. I mean, even after weeks of blowjobs, I still can barely fuck anybody. But Jesus - I've known Joy on speaking terms for all of a few minutes, and I'm fucking her already! No way! But I am not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. That's for sure. This is a VERY pleasant pussy. So warm and inviting. She's so eager!

Aware of the time, he pumped quickly, and tried to climax as soon as he could. Joy moaned loudly, seemingly not caring in the slightest what Kim or Heather thought, or if anyone else could hear. "Fuck me! Fuck! Fill me up!" She unleashed a non-stop torrent of sexual encouragement. Joy was also a very loud panter and grunter. She made a lot of noise with every thrust.

Not that Alan needed all the encouragement - he was ready for any chance to fuck after weeks of sexual torture. He didn't particularly feel anything deep for Joy, as she meant little more to him than a fine piece of ass he'd scope out walking in the school hallways from time to time. So to take things to a new level, he thought, Since she's a cheerleader, why don't I imagine she's Katherine?

As soon as he thought that, his excitement level doubled. After some more thrusts, he thought, Oh, fucking you Sis, so good. So good! We don't do this nearly often enough. Here's your Big ICBM Brother, heh! ... After another minute or two, he thought, But as good as this is, God, what if you were Suzanne? Now there's a woman who needs fucking! Yeah! Take that, Suzanne! You've been fucking driving me crazy and now you're gonna get what's coming to you! Fucking devil in disguise! Take this! ... And this! ... And this! He let out all his frustrations with each thrust.

Joy could hardly believe the assault driving into her and overwhelming her. There was no point to cry out to be fucked harder or deeper, because it seemed like Alan was truly a human jackhammer. She panted louder and louder, wordlessly until she cried out, "Oh my God, I'm melting! Melting! My brain! My brain is melting! Too much! Too good! Slow down!"

Alan could have kept going like that for much longer, but Joy seemed genuinely overwhelmed. It appeared as if she was going to hyperventilate at any moment. Further, he remembered the lack of time. So he let his control go and filled up the condom with semen. He fell backwards and left her lying as if dead.

CHAPTER 9

"Holy cow," Kim said to Heather. The two other cheerleaders lay in a sixty-nine position, but they'd stopped playing with each other to watch Alan screw Joy. "Has Alan ever fucked you like that?"

"No," Heather admitted. "I mean, it was good with him. Great, even. But I want me some of THAT!"

Alan and Joy rested with their eyes closed, both catching their breath. Once Alan opened his eyes and looked around, Kim wryly noted, "Sounds like your painting job has some nice fringe benefits."

"Umm, yeah. I must say though I wasn't expecting that, at all," Alan answered a bit sheepishly. He thought to himself, Wow, just thinking of fucking Sis or Aunt Suzy is such a turn on. Imagine if I'd thought of fucking Mom? That's, like, beyond the pale. I probably would have literally killed Joy with my enthusiasm!

Getting back to business, he said to Joy, "Can you rouse yourself? We have to hurry."

She slowly opened her eyes. She had an extremely well-fucked expression that made Kim and Heather very jealous. She looked at Alan serenely and contentedly. "Oh, Alan..." She breathed the words lovingly, as if they'd been married for years.

"Quick, let's get you painted while you're still aroused," he insisted, trying to avoid her intimacy.

She didn't feel like moving for anything. But then she realized that if the painting started, Alan's hands would be all over her pussy. That inspired her to action. "I don't think that'll be a problem, now that you're here," she said huskily. He leaned over her impatiently. She sat up and began running her hands through his tousled dark brown hair.

"Joy, we really should paint you quickly, so you can dry before your fifth period class. In fact, we've got the opposite problem of what we just had. We need you to stop leaking your juices quite so much, so I can paint."

Joy hardly seemed concerned about the problem at hand. "Screw fifth period," she said. "You did that so much better than my boyfriend Dean. So fucking much better! I mean, he's a great guy and I love him, but now I know that he has no idea how to fuck. Good God! I didn't know it could be so good. Kim was right. You're such a fucker! I thought Dean was pretty studly, but he can't make me cum like that in five minutes flat."

Alan said sarcastically, "I'm sure he would very much appreciate what I did." He rued, "I imagine he's going to find out and beat me up." Alan pushed Joy's excited hands away and got his paintbrush and paint.

"No, he's not like that. He's very understanding and cool. We've both played around with other partners. Plus, he wouldn't hurt a fly."

Heather disengaged from her muff diving to speak up. "Joy, I thought you were all prudish! And you were so disapproving of the punishment idea."

"I admit, I'm slow to get started, but once I get going, I really get going."

"I noticed," said Alan. "I'm starting to paint you, so please slow down that engine just a bit."

"Okay," said Joy, "but only if we have some more fun after you're done. Promise me you'll fuck me again. And again and again and again! Any time you want. Please! Fuck me! "

Alan contemplated having a second fuck with her. So much for saving myself until after school, he thought. But one fuck right now is all I should do, or I'll be all wiped out again. Now that he had more time, he also contemplated, I'm really going through the cheerleading squad. Katherine, Kim, Heather, Joy. Amy's in the bag. All that's left is Janice. I like her. Sexy face. Nice body. She'd be a good fuck.

"Sorry Joy, I can't make any promises 'cos of the lack of time." Alan quickly painted Joy's pussy lips. There wasn't much painting to do, now that the lips were fully visible. "Okay, that's it," he said after only a minute or two. "But you'll have to keep them dry."

"I guess that means more fucking is out, at least for the moment," Joy realized. "But would you like to stick your thing in my mouth?" She made a big inviting "O" with her lips.

"No, we can't do anything more right now, or you'll get too excited and ruin the paint job."

"Don't say that! I want more! Oh come on, just a little bit. I just want to taste it."

Heather was busy with Kim's body again, but she was overhearing, and commented, "Alan, I hope you're not planning on leaving here without giving me what you just gave Joy."

Kim piped up, "Me too! You haven't been fucking me nearly enough lately."

But Joy had the advantage of location. She grabbed at his penis with both hands. It was flaccid for the moment, but she intended to quickly change that. "Please? Fuck me? Please?"

He looked Joy in the eye and answered, "Sorry, maybe some other time." Are all women on Earth such nymphos? Or are cheerleaders a special breed?

Joy got upset, and nearly angry. "Some other time? Some other time?!? No guy ever tells me 'some other time'!" She decided begging might be a more successful strategy. "Please, please, please?"

Alan wavered. "Well, it is quick drying paint. ... If the paint gets dry enough and I'm still here, and there's still time..."

The paint did dry somewhat, and Alan had a little bit of time. Kim and Heather were thoroughly involved with each other. So Alan said, "I suppose the paint is dry enough to stand a little wetness down there. But if I put my penis back in, it'll ruin the paint job for sure. And there's not enough time. But if you want to suck on it for a couple of minutes, I guess that would be okay."

Joy didn't bother with words. She replied by swallowing his penis as far as it could go. She'd gotten to be a pretty good cocksucker by practicing on her boyfriend Dean, and she was determined to give Alan the best blowjob she possibly could, so she'd rise in his books and he'd want to fuck her all the time.

He could have started the blowjob earlier, but he didn't want to give her enough time for him to cum again. He figured he had to save himself for more action later in the day. He repeatedly had to urge her to slow down and take it easy.

Heather had set an alarm at the start of lunch, and it went off. Alan pulled his thick stick out of Joy's mouth, to her utter dismay. But she accepted the intrusion of reality, and quickly moved to put her clothes back on.

As she dressed, she was so happy that she gratefully said, "Thank you so much for letting me do that. It was such a pleasure. Your pre-cum tastes so good. Kim wasn't joking about the taste. I can't wait to get the whole thing."

Alan was puzzled why she would be thanking him, when she was the one making him feel good. I do not understand what's going on. Period. You fuck a girl once, and it's like she wants to be surgically attached to you for the rest of your life. Geez. What the hell did I do that was so special? Doesn't her boyfriend satisfy her?

Alan had no idea how badly most of the guys in school fucked. Joy had fucked more than a few of them. He'd truly given Joy an amazing fuck, but it seemed even better than it already was by comparison with all the clumsy and inexperienced lovers she could compare him to.

He put his clothes on faster than any of the women. As he readied to leave, Joy asked, "How about tomorrow at lunch we do this again? I need another touch up job, and I wouldn't exactly mind another fucking!" She winked.

He didn't really know what tomorrow would bring, so he just said, "We'll see." Both Kim and Heather eyed him so hungrily that he thought, If I'm not careful, I'm going to end up getting raped by this bunch. Seriously.

After the blowjob was over and Joy had left, Alan thought to himself ruefully, That fuck was great, but I really shouldn't have agreed to the blowjob. Now I'm all excited, and I can't get it down while I'm thinking about these three cheerleaders all acting so hot for me. Now I'm gonna have to suffer in class. I'm beginning to sound like my mom, with her "Okay, just this one time," non-logic. That's 'cos I'm thinking with my penis too much lately, and I'm getting to be a slave to my desires. Just like her, I'm unthinking during the act, and then only afterwards wonder why I did it. That was really dumb. Right on the edge of orgasm with no relief in sight.

Letting out my sexual frustration was great, but I'm not going to be truly satisfied until I can fuck Suzanne and Mom on a regular basis. I still can't get over how close we were this morning with that dry hump. Christ. I probably could fuck Mom for real today if I really wanted to, but it wouldn't be right. I shouldn't take advantage of my mom's "just this one time" thinking. At the time it'll feel great, but later she'll hate me for it. Maybe not hate, but she'll feel guilty and disappointed in me, and conflicted, and all around bad. I don't want my mom to be regretful or feel tricked or pushed into the things she does with me. I want her to do it of her own free will. She needs to be okay with it and fully into it. But it's so hard to say no to her luscious body. I guess I'll have to just tide myself over with girls like Joy, until Mom is mentally ready.

Alan also pondered Joy's personality change. Was this whole thing a set up? Was she acting all coy just so she could fuck me? Maybe. Hard to tell. I'm glad she has a boyfriend already, 'cos I wouldn't want some kind of Fatal Attraction thing with her chasing me down, attractive as she is. She's really aggressive. Geez!

CHAPTER 10

The last school period of the day brought cheerleader practice. Before the practice started, Katherine took Kim aside when they were in the lockers changing, and moved her to a more private spot. She whispered quietly into Kim's ear, "Guess what happened to me this morning? Susan kissed me right on the lips! Twice. She's totally becoming bi."

Kim asked, "Susan? You mean your..."

"That's the one," Katherine interrupted. She didn't want anyone to say the word "mother" in case someone was somehow listening. "You should see what she's doing to Alan. She was pumping his cock with one of her hands at the same time she kissed me! I just had to tell somebody, and you're the only one I can tell."

Kim was already worked up from lunch, but this worked her up even more. "You can trust me to keep a secret. Damn, that's just so hot. Can you get me a picture of some more of that?"

"No. Even I can see that would be a security nightmare that Alan would have my hide for. But who knows. If she keeps going like this, maybe one day we'll just have to invite you over."

Kim bit her lip in excitement at that thought. "Can you just get me a regular picture of her? Maybe in a bathing suit? That'll help me when I masturbate."

Katherine nodded and smiled.

Once cheerleader practice began, Heather took advantage of Joy's change of mood. Although Joy was acting all shy and embarrassed again, Heather now knew of the sexual dynamo lurking underneath and waiting to come out.

Heather and Joy stood on the stage above all the others. Heather clapped her hands to get attention. "Joy has now been properly painted, thanks to Alan. Joy, why don't you show everyone your newly completed paint job?"

"Do I have to?" whined Joy. She looked like she would die of embarrassment, but she was still riding a post-fuck buzz from lunch, and was very malleable.

"Yes you do," Heather said firmly. Joy slowly, tentatively raised up her skirt, exposing her shaved pussy to the four other cheerleaders standing below them. Actually, they could already see her pussy even before the skirt was lifted, when Joy was just standing there, because they were so much lower, down below the stage. Kim whistled in appreciation and the others grinned.

"Show them what a nice job Alan did on your pussy lips."

Reluctantly, Joy used a hand to pull her pussy lips open. The contrast between her black painted skin and the pinkish interior of her pussy was startling.

"This is Joy's week to be punished," Heather said, "so I recommend that everyone punish her as much as possible." Turning to Joy, she said, "Hey, did I tell you could put your hands away? Keep your nether lips open." Joy reluctantly obeyed. Then Heather turned back to the crowd. "For instance, if you have an opportunity to stick your finger up her cunt, please do so." Heather led by example, stuffing her fingers into Joy even as Joy continued to hold up her skirt and spread her pussy lips wide in reluctant invitation. Joy's face turned beet red, but she did nothing to stop Heather.

"That's outrageous!" the cheerleader Janice said, angry at the treatment of her best friend. Heather's use of the word "cunt" just made her madder. "How can you do that? It's too humiliating!"

"Janice, if you've got a problem with it, you can come up here and get the same treatment. After all, remember what she did. She almost made fools of us all by tattling. But there is a point to all of this treatment. We need to get her so that she's enjoying herself shaved and naked by the game on Friday, so she can be the best cheerleader she can be. So try to arouse her at every turn. Janice, are you going to cooperate, or not?"

"I, uh, I guess I will. But only because you're forcing me." She glared back at Heather angrily. She cursed to herself, Fucking bitch. One day she's gonna get what's coming to her. I'm not gonna let her lord over me like this. I'm not a Goddamned wall flower.

Heather smiled to see Janice squirm with hate. She went on, pleasantly, "At least you know who's boss. But since we're seeing such reluctance, I want to make sure everyone will obey this order. Katherine, can you come up here?" Katherine walked up to the stage. "And Joy, I want you to bend over the back of that couch, so we can see your ass." Joy did so, though she was dying of shame.

"All right, Kath" – Katherine hated being called "Kath" but the insensitive Heather sometimes forgot, or did it intentionally – "stick your finger in there. That's an order." Katherine lifted up Joy's skirt and put a finger in Joy's pussy. She pretended to be reluctant to preserve her goody-goody reputation, but actually quite enjoyed it. Heather had to finally tell her to stop.

Then Heather made Kim, Amy, and Janice all do the same. Kim and Amy were very amenable to the idea, but Janice was another matter.

Janice was the last one to go. She was still seething at Heather, but obeyed. She said to her best friend, "Please forgive me, Joy. I'm so sorry! I promise I'll make it up to you, but I don't want to be kicked off the squad."

"Oh, how touching," Heather said sarcastically. "But Janice you fail to understand she's being punished. You will not make it up to her or apologize. In fact, since you're being so stubborn, I'm going to make you put your finger up her ass as well."

"What? That's so gross! There's no way."

"There is a way. I swear, if you cross me, I'll make you regret the day you were born. Being kicked off the squad would be just the start of your troubles. Do it. NOW."

Janice sheepishly and reluctantly stuck her finger up Joy's anus. "I'm so sorry, Joy," she whispered.

"You still don't get it, do you?" said Heather testily. "No apologies. I want you to call Joy names. Nasty names. Call her a slut."

Janice closed her eyes, and whispered, "Slut."

"Let's have some more enthusiasm. Speak louder. And use it in a sentence. And let's see some pumping action with that finger."

"Joy, you're a slut," Janice said, louder but without conviction. She reluctantly pushed her finger deeper into Joy's butt, and slowly pulled it back.

"Wow. Really creative use of the word there," Heather said sarcastically. "You can do better than that. Tell Joy how much she loves what you're doing to her."

Janice tried to drum up more enthusiasm for the task. "Joy, you really like this, don't you? You like how I'm sawing my finger in your butt?" There was silence as Heather waited until Janice sawed with her finger a couple more times. Though she was burning with shame and anger, Janice looked at Heather tentatively to see if she was on the right track.

Heather nodded approvingly, very smug and happy with the situation.

Janice thought to herself, I swear to God, I will get you for this, Heather. You are going to pay for your cruelty. I'm going to play some kind of trick on you, and you won't even know who hit you or how. But she went on, "You're just a slut who likes to take things up your ass, aren't you? In fact, a finger up the ass just isn't enough for you. You need big things in your asshole. Big, nasty things. You need both your holes filled, don't you? How does this feel?" Janice rammed a finger from her other hand into Joy's pussy even as she kept pistoning a finger in and out of her anus, going faster now.

"Oh, Janice, no!" moaned Joy. She thought, Ohmigod, what's happening to Janice? She's my best friend! What's come over her?

"Shut up, bitch!" Janice answered surprisingly fiercely. Unconsciously she was channeling her anger at Heather into Joy. "You like it. Admit that you like it, and that you even love it!" Janice rammed her fingers in and out of Joy, harder and harder. Janice had gotten quite aroused watching all the other cheerleaders frig Joy, but she'd kept it bottled up inside. Now that was feeding her behavior too, and everything was coming out of her all at once.

"No, Janice, no! Don't!" Joy cried.

"You love it! Admit it!" Janice yelled. She no longer needed Heather's encouragement, but was seriously getting into frigging her best friend. In fact, she'd completely forgotten about Heather altogether, and kept pistoning and yelling at Joy for several minutes. Both fingers went at Joy's holes with complete abandon.

"Look how you thrust your hips back. SLUT! Fucking tramp! You want more, don't you? You're begging for it! You love it!"

Janice was right: Joy in fact was thrusting her hips as if she needed to be penetrated deeper and harder. A part of her was enjoying it, even as her conscious mind was screaming not to. She was so confused that she could hardly think, and just let waves of mixed feelings wash over her.

"You fucking whore!" Janice yelled. "Making me do this because you can't keep a secret! You just did it because you want us to all fuck you! Fucking cunt!"

Joy's knees buckled as she was hit by a massive orgasm. She fell to the ground, but Janice fell down as well, and kept her fingers going, ramming the pussy and butt holes nearly violently. Joy's face was bursting with excitement and lust even as she moaned and shrieked as if she were in her death throes.

Janice cried, "Slut! Bitch! You love it! Admit it, you lesbo! Lesbo slut! Cum dumpster! You belong on your knees!"

Heather had been watching intently, amazed at what Janice was saying and doing. But now she interrupted, "Okay, that's enough. Very good, Janice." The situation was slipping out of her control. Within minutes she'd gone from prodding Janice to having to stop her.

Janice pulled her fingers out, and stood there, dazed. She looked around at the other cheerleaders, who were staring at her in shock. Seeing the others snapped her out of her erotic possession. She cringed and blushed. She muttered, "Um, yeah. Uh, I'm sorry Joy. Heather made me do it. I'm really sorry." To herself she thought, What just happened to me there? I'm never gonna live this down! Joy especially is going to hate me. Did I just destroy our friendship? May God curse that fucking bitch Heather. This is all her fault. She is soooo dead. I am going to get her for this if it's the last thing I do!

Heather commented, "Janice, you still don't understand about apologizing, but I'll let it slide this time since you executed the rest of my orders so well, not to mention I wouldn't want to have you do that again. Now Joy, get down off of the stage, and let's begin our practice."

To herself, Heather thought, I didn't see that coming with Janice. Is everyone on this team secretly a sexual dynamo or what? How odd! I guess I picked a good team. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I picked them mostly not on skill but by how much they turned me on.

Joy hopped off the edge of the short stage. She kept her head down and refused to make eye contact with anyone, especially Janice. Now that the experience was over, she was already starting to wonder how she could have enjoyed any of the experience. But she didn't blame her friend. She walked up to Janice and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, I forgive you. None of us can cross Heather." Then she nervously moved away, for fear of more punishment from the head cheerleader.

CHAPTER 12

Heather announced to the group, "Today, we're going to do some warm up exercises, and then some running outside. But first, Amy, what are you doing wrong?"

Amy was the cheerleader now standing closest to Joy. She shrugged cluelessly.

Heather chided, "You're forgetting something. Since you're next to Joy, please continue with her punishment."

Amy casually reached under Joy's skirt and began frigging Joy as if it was no big deal. Joy didn't say a word, but she didn't seem happy, either. A few were amazed at what an experienced hand the supposedly innocent and naïve Amy seemed to have at this, but others, such as Katherine, knew very well about Amy's newfound experience with fingering pussies. Joy continued to acquiesce to the treatment, even as she squirmed and blushed.

Janice however, was only further shocked and appalled. Shocked at Joy's apparent enjoyment, and appalled that Heather was corrupting Amy. There was an unwritten rule that Amy was protected from all things sexual, and Heather was blowing right past it. No one seemed the slightest concerned, not even Katherine. Janice thought for sure she'd entered a Twilight Zone of insanity.

Every moment of the practice, as long as they were in the theater room and not jumping about doing a routine, Heather made sure one of the cheerleaders kept their fingers pumping up inside Joy's pussy. Even if they only stood around for a few seconds between routines, someone plunged a finger into Joy.

But halfway through class, during a longer break in their routines, Joy whispered to Janice, "Please make it stop."

Janice could hardly believe her ears - Joy's body certainly seemed to be reacting favorably. Joy was panting heavily, and her thighs were sticky with all the juices flowing out. "What?" Janice asked, uncomprehendingly. She'd had a finger in her friend's vagina at the time, but quickly took it out.

"Yes, I'm wet," Joy grudgingly conceded, "but that doesn't mean I'm enjoying this. I just don't swing this way. Not only that, but where's the love? I'm a romantic, and there's nothing romantic about this. Sex should be fun, but Heather isn't making it fun. I know that I am to blame. But I just want it to stop."

Janice was very upset to hear this. It occurred to her, This means... This means that I, she... Oh no! I've been a willing participant in all of this! Worse, I've been enjoying it. How horrible. I totally getting into this lesbian stuff, and I just assumed that Joy was. I thought that she and I... Oh no! Disaster! Is our friendship over? She doesn't seem that upset, but what if she realizes I wasn't just acting before? I must really have a dark side. ... I've got to DO something!

Janice stood up, straightened out her cheerleading uniform, and went over to the head cheerleader. "Heather, this has to stop. This has gone too far! Don't you see that Joy isn't enjoying herself?"

Heather laughed, snorting, "What, we're all here for her enjoyment? She sure seemed to enjoy fucking Alan earlier, while I just had to sit by and watch. She committed a crime, and now she has to pay."

"I thought you'd say that," Janice replied unhappily. "Let me make you a deal, right here, right now, in front of everyone. Let me take over Joy's punishment. I'll do whatever you want her to do, and double. I do anything you want. Just leave Joy alone!"

Heather looked Janice over intently, as she considered the idea. "But Joy was the one who did the crime. She should be the one to pay," she pointed out.

"I'll take care of Joy in my own way, so she'll never do it again, I promise." Janice was very insistent and pleading.

Heather seemed to waver, and then finally conceded. "Okay. Let it not be said that I have no heart. Fine. Go ahead."

Janice jumped up and down and yelled "Woo hoo!" Joy leapt up from where she was sitting and the two of them hugged while Joy thanked Janice profusely.

"Hey, hey," Heather eventually butted in. "It's not all wine and roses, here. Don't get so excited."

The two paused and looked at Heather to see what she would say.

"First off, you two, what I say goes. And rule number one is that neither of you get to fuck Alan. Period. The more you fuck him the less I do, and I don't like that."

"But wait..." Joy began, but Heather cut her off.

"No buts. This is the law. Second, Janice, you'll take over Joy's spot. Shave your pussy tonight, and tomorrow we'll bring Alan back in here to paint you. But your punishment won't end on Friday, since you've missed some of the week already. I'll think of more to do with you later. Joy, you'll keep your paint job and go to the game like that, but nobody's going to touch you from now on if you don't want to be touched, okay? But you're not going to complain or say a word to anyone else when the rest of us are enjoying themselves. And we're going to be doing that a lot from now on."

"Okay," Joy agreed. It isn't much of a deal, the important thing is that Heather's gonna stop abusing me. I can live with the game if she quits trying to drag me into her weird sex games. But what about Janice? Now she's gonna pay! What have I done agreeing to this? Maybe I should say no, before Janice has to...

Janice saw the look of concern come over her friend's face, and could guess her thoughts. "Don't worry, Joy. Don't mind me. The thing is, I'm kind of getting into this. I think I just might enjoy some of Heather's punishments. I hope you don't think less of me, but that's how it is."

Heather spoke up, "We'll see. I'm not here for your amusement either. I'm here for my own. And I see that hateful look in your eye, Janice. If you agree to this, you have to swear you're not going to get back at me in any way. You're freely agreeing here. And you're not going to tell a soul about any of this. Especially not Alan."

Kim, Katherine, and Amy were all intently watching from a short distance away. Heather now spoke to them. "That goes for the rest of you. None of your say anything to anyone. And Katherine, you are NOT going to tell your brother about this. Is that clear? You saw how I found out about Joy telling secrets. If you tell Alan, he's gonna start behaving differently, and I'll pick it up right away. Then it'll be your ass."

"Okay, fine," Katherine agreed. "If that's what makes Joy and Janice happy. I'm so sorry, Joy. I didn't realize. I thought you were enjoying it." The others all joined in with profuse apologies to Joy. Amy seemed especially sad about the whole thing.

Joy spoke up. "Listen, I'm not traumatized or anything. No need to apologize. It's just that everyone was assuming that I'd be bisexual, but I'm not. Sure, I get aroused if someone stimulates me, but I'm not REALLY aroused, if you know what I mean. So, no offense, but I'll just sit this kind of stuff out, if that's okay with all of you. And thanks again, Janice. What a true friend."

Janice didn't feel much like a good friend, though. If only you knew how much I was getting into calling you names and stuff, Joy. You wouldn't call me a friend! Heather really opened a Pandora's Box. I think I may have romantic feelings for you, and now it turns out you're not bisexual in the slightest! What a fucking horrible day! And now I'm under the thumb of Heather, that total bitch, and I can't even get back at her for all her evil deeds. And I can't fuck Alan either. I was so looking forward to that. AND I'll be humiliated at the football game on Friday, and beyond. How can this get any worse! At least I've redeemed myself a bit in Joy's eyes. It's going to take a long time before I redeem myself in my own eyes, though.

Joy seemed happy now and didn't realize how troubled Janice was feeling. She asked Heather, "About this no fucking Alan rule - doesn't that depend on Alan? What if he comes in here tomorrow and wants to fuck me or Janice? How are you going to stop him?" Joy was still thinking about her incredible fuck, and was determined to get a repeat performance.

"You're right that I can't stop Alan," Heather conceded. "But if he wants to do that, the two of you will politely turn him down. You both have boyfriends - say you don't want to cheat on them. Alan is such a gentleman that he's not going to go against that. And he's not much of a liar either, so I'll know if you told him something behind my back. Heather sees all!" She cackled dramatically, in a semi-parody of her image amongst the cheerleaders. Most everyone else in the school knew her as aloof, but didn't realize just how self-serving she was.

After more discussion, they went back to the cheerleading practice. Whatever sexual mood there was had been broken, so the rest of the practice passed by without incident.

Heather felt a bit bad about her treatment of Joy. She'd assumed from the way Joy was randy as a goat around Alan that she was very sexual, all around. But though she was proven wrong and felt apologetic, she was too proud to actually apologize.

Janice put on an untroubled face, but after all the other cheerleaders left, she stayed behind. Sitting on the floor, she pondered her situation.

I don't regret that I made that deal with Heather. I AM regretful for acting like such a fool earlier. What on Earth came over me? This is like the worst day of my life, and I can't even tell Joy all about it, like I usually do. I have to keep my feelings a secret.

This is all Heather's fault. These feelings for Joy would have never come out had it not been for her. I don't know how or when, but some day I'm gonna give her her comeuppance. But as for now, I'm basically that bitch's bitch. That fucking she-devil! I don't know how I'm gonna stand it, but I'll have to be tough, for Joy's sake. I can take whatever she can dish out. Gotta keep my end of the deal.

CHAPTER 12

Alan was blissfully unaware of all the dramas going on amongst the cheerleaders. He walked home since he'd been given a ride there that morning. He actually enjoyed the respite during the walk as a rare chance to be alone and think.

Amazing that it's still only halfway through Tuesday. How will my penis ever make it to Saturday? If this is being grounded, I wish I could be grounded more often. I'm actually kinda glad I can't go to Kim's for the "Service Alan Club" this week, 'cos there's only so much I can take. And there's another appointment with Akami on Friday, too. I can almost hear the sound of my grades in freefall, splatting onto the ground. I've got a couple of big tests on Friday, and I haven't even started to study for the SATs or apply to colleges. How can I juggle it all?

I mean, all I'm doing and thinking is sexual. Why, the sheer amount of milk and juice I've been drinking lately so my penis won't run out of cum - it's insane. And now, whenever Mom says, "Tiger, would you like another glass of milk?," it takes on a whole new meaning. I imagine her patiently waiting for it to run through my system so she can suck it out of my penis. And I get so aroused. Being handed a glass to drink is actually arousing. Every fucking single thing is arousing! I'm going to flunk out of everything in life, except getting aroused.

He sighed, and thought with mixed emotions, There's no doubt I'm getting pretty good at that.

When Alan arrived at the front door of his house, his mother was waiting for him, and had a couple of brownies ready for him to eat. Nudity had become so common that it wasn't so surprising that her outfit, an apron, now left her chest completely exposed. But in fact it was the first time she had worn clothes where there wasn't even the slightest pretense of covering up her privates, and she looked unusually embarrassed about it, and unusually nervous as well. For one thing, Susan never owned this type of clothing before, but thanks to Suzanne's recent purchases, she had lots of these types of clothes.

Alan momentarily had the desire to say sexy and nasty things to her in response to her new look. But he realized that it took a big leap of courage for her to go this far, and the best response was just to act as if it was a perfectly normal thing until she got more used to it.

"Hi Tiger," she said, "How was your day?" She walked up to him as she said this, and kissed him on the cheek as she usually did. But then she kissed him on the lips, and even briefly tongued him. She rubbed her body up against his, making sure to slide her hard nipples up against his T-shirt.

"Whoa," said Alan. He was used to his goodnight kisses, but a kiss during the day was a welcome surprise. "It just got a lot better. What was that for?"

"Suzanne told me today that I need to be more friendly when greeting people, so I'm trying to change my ways. Especially when it comes to kissing. You like?" When she asked, "You like," she wasn't just speaking of the brief but intimate kiss. She stepped back a few feet and pirouetted around to show off her new apron. It was a specially designed erotic apron, which had cloth in areas to highlight the fact that there was no cloth covering the tits or ass.

What she didn't add was Suzanne's advice that she could do just about anything with Alan short of straight intercourse, and the more she did, the healthier it would be for the both of them. She wanted to break new barriers right away, but was a little bit afraid how. She'd never been fucked in the tits or in the ass, or even had her pussy licked. Her husband was as bad of a lover as he was an infrequent one.

"I most definitely like," Alan said. "You look even sexier than you did this morning! I couldn't imagine that was even possible. I like how it exposes and hides at the same time."

Susan laughed. "Well it doesn't hide that much. It mostly exposes. About the only thing it tries to hide is this." She lifted up the front of the apron and showed off her pussy.

"Mmm, that's one spot I'm like to get to know a lot better." Alan was struck by how willing she was now to show herself off like this, despite her nervousness. He figured the fashion show in particular had done wonders to get her to enjoy showing herself off.

"Now, now, Alan, remember that I'm your mother. We have to have limits." She still held the apron up, and even wiggled her hips a bit, greatly diminishing her authority to talk seriously about limits.

"Do you remember what we did this morning?" They both knew that he was referring to their dry hump.

"Do I? How could I possibly forget? But I'm serious. We can do many things, but we can't do that again. I just don't think I have the self-control to get that close to you know what. Sorry about that Tiger."

He frowned. She seemed unusually determined to actually maintain this restriction. She felt safer with anal sex, even, than more dry humping.

To compensate for his disappointment, she moved back to him and draped her arms around his shoulders. Her aroused nipples again poked firmly into his chest. Alan wished his shirt was off so he could feel skin against skin. "How's our little friend doing? Are you going to keep him locked up in those shorts forever?"

"Forever? I've been home a total of two minutes. He's doing fine now, thanks to you," Alan said as he took his shorts and underwear off. "I still have four times to go to make eight today."

Susan did some quick math and frowned, realizing he must have gotten off in school again without her. She'd noticed from the chart on his wall that he appeared to get one check each day while in school, and sometimes even two. But she hadn't asked him about it, respecting his privacy, even though she was dying to find out who was helping out, and where and how. She realized getting off wouldn't be an easy thing to accomplish in the middle of a crowded high school.

Alan's penis sprang out, and Susan enveloped it with her hands even before it had stopped bouncing from being freed. Alan asked half seriously, "Mom, how on earth do you expect me to concentrate at school, when I know I have someone so hot waiting to help me at home?"

Susan was fishing for more compliments. "Don't talk about your sister that way," she replied, knowing that wasn't his meaning.

"Mom, I'm talking about you! Katherine is gorgeous, don't get me wrong, but you're like one of the all time greats. The greatest beauties of all time. Like Marilyn Monroe or something. I can hardly stand it. One of these weeks I'm going to have to get sick so I can stay home with you all day, every day. Just so I could play with your perfect body."

Susan blushed and trembled with joy. "You say the nicest things! But your studies come first. Why don't we get your penis irregularity check done now so you can hit the books. Then we can enjoy the regular cocksucks later on without having to worry about doing that. You have such a silver tongue, but maybe I can show you that my tongue is good for a thing or two as well." She dragged him by the penis up the stairs and down the hallway, towards his room.

"Not so fast, Mom; I haven't gotten your attention yet." He reached forward and grabbed her ass. They made their way through the house laughing and joking, with him attached at her ass somewhat like a two person conga line.

Susan thought to herself, His hands on my ass! So natural. They belong there. What I really need is to have him FUCK me right up the ASS! Right now I should just tell him, "Excuse me Tiger, but your mother really needs it. Your mommy needs your big fat cock deep up her butt. Fuck my asshole, please! Do your mommy's butt deep! So deep!" But I'm afraid. It's gonna hurt. I know it's gonna hurt. And he might hate me for being a weirdo. He probably hates the idea of anal sex. I know he does. I wonder if there's a way to change that. He sure likes my butt, at least.

When they reached the door to Alan's room, Alan pushed her past it. "Let's use your room," he said. Alan found the idea of doing sexual things to his mother in her own bed even more exciting that doing the same things in his own.

As he stood there with his hands roaming her ass while she played with her nipples, he said, "You know, Mom, there's something extra sexy about this apron. I hope you wear it a lot. It's so sexy, but at the same time it reminds me that you're my mother, who cleans my clothes and cooks my food. And that makes me so happy. Plus, it shows off just how huge your luscious tits really are."

She smiled a wide smile. "It makes me happy too. And I'm so proud that my tits can give you such joy. I used to almost hate my tits, but now I love them." Her thoughts began to drift. Suzanne said it's okay if he fucks my tits. He needs to start doing that immediately. I don't know how it's gonna feel, but it's less scary than anal sex. Alan, be a good boy and fuck your mommy's hooters. Do it now!

But she didn't let on as to what she was thinking. She merely smiled benignly, and said, "I must admit, I've been fighting it, but I'm so glad about your treatment needs. It's the best thing that's ever happened to me. I've never felt so happy, so alive, as I have been in the last few weeks."

"Me too, Mom. Me too. I love you so much!"

Alan stood behind her and felt her butt again, since it was the only thing he was technically allowed to touch. He worked his way towards the center of her rear and ended by sticking a finger into her anus.

"Alan, I'm your mother!" Susan cried in dismay. "If you respect and appreciate me, you'll do that more often." It took a few seconds for Alan to register that she was saying the opposite of what he was expecting she'd say, and that her dismay was feigned.

"That's a joke, Alan," she continued. "I know I'm not very good at them, but I'm working on it." She thought, Suzanne says it's okay if Alan has my butt. It's okay! Alan, take my butt and do crazy things to it. Get sexy all over your mommy's ass! Take out your finger, and put your cock inside me instead! Fill me with cock! Mommy wants to be a butt slut! Take my butt and fill it with your beefy rod!

But outwardly, Susan again only gave a contented, motherly smile. Alan didn't have the slightest clue about the thoughts raging in her head.

"You're the best, Mom," Alan replied. "Not a lot of moms would be willing to help out so much with a son's medical troubles. ... By the way, I like this big bow on your back. What would happen if I undid it?"

She was horny beyond belief, and nearly jumped with joy that he'd finally mentioned the bow. "I don't know, since you've never undone it before. It holds the apron together. If you do that, my clothes will fall off. If that happens, I imagine I'll have to fall naked on the bed and suck your cock quite a lot."

"I could think of worse things that could happen," Alan said jokingly as he undid the bow.

CHAPTER 13

Sure enough, the apron fell down as he undid the bow (she helpfully pulled the straps of the apron off of her shoulders at the same time). Susan laid herself down, spread eagled on her double bed. She put her knees wide apart, and made sure to give him a good look of her pussy lips. "Just what do you plan to do to me here?" she asked seductively. "Are you having unwholesome thoughts about your mommy? Your cocksucking loving, penis hungry-mouthed mommy?"

He crawled close between her legs and had a good look at her pussy. But she didn't want him to just look. She rolled onto her back and stuck her ass up into the air, visually inviting him to "get her attention" yet again. "Your mommy is having some very naughty thoughts about you right now. I think you need a big reward for saying such nice things about her." She couldn't get over the fact he'd compared her to the likes of Marilyn Monroe, and it made her giddy.

"That's all I do all day, is have unwholesome thoughts about you. But I love you. And I keep my promise to respect your boundaries." Alan took off his last bits of clothing and hopped up behind her. He grabbed her butt with both hands and began kneading it. Emboldened by her frisky move, after a few minutes he reached out and cupped her pussy.

She thought, Oh no, he's gonna fuck me for sure. I'm going too far. No self control whatsoever. I have to pull back a bit. "I love you too, Alan. But boundaries, remember the boundaries," she told him reluctantly but sternly. "You were just saying how you respect them."

Alan was a bit surprised. He'd never seen her so eager. But he obeyed her wishes, and pretended that he was obeying the "boundaries" all along. "I know, Mom, I am respecting them. I'm just getting some lubrication." He wiped up some of her pussy juices onto his fingers and then plunged a slippery finger into her anus.

"Uh!" she groaned. "I guess that's ... uh!... okay then. But don't go too far and force me to stop what we're doing. There's just one place you shouldn't touch!" He pushed his index finger in and out of her butt hole. Using the excuse of getting a good grip, his other fingers brushed her skin on both sides. Since her pussy was mere inches away from her anus, that meant his thumb lightly rested on her slit most of the time.

"I wouldn't think of it, Mom," he finally said. He let his thumb "accidentally" run up and down her slit.

Susan began thrusting her ass up into the air in time with his finger's proddings. Using the excuse of probing deeper into her ass, he tightened the grip of his other fingers, causing his thumb to slightly slip into her pussy lips. But to his disappointment, she quickly said, "I think someone's idea of boundaries is getting a little too blurry. If a neighbor were able to look in the windows right now, they might get the mistaken impression that you and I were doing something incestuous." She said this with either great self-deception, ironic understatement, or both.

She raised her butt even higher, and Alan just concentrated on her anus for a while. She thought, You know, right now if I wanted to, I could say to him, "Fuck me in the ass." And it would happen. He'd probably get over his anal sex phobia and do my ass. But what would my mother think about that? She would just die of horror and shame. Or my father? He would kill me! What if they could see me now? ... Oh dear, why did my parents have to pop into my head?

Thoughts of the ass were now momentarily tainted for Susan by the thoughts of her parents, so she decided to do something else. "I'm going to roll over." Alan removed his hands from her ass and let her roll over.

"Your turn to lie down," she said. "Someone's a little too overheated, so I'm going to calm him down."

Alan laid his head on his mother's pillow, and watched as she crawled towards him on all fours across the big bed. He was delightfully reminded that the only thing she was still wearing was high heels.

She climbed up a little past his groin so her boobs were hanging down right where his penis was poking up. She grabbed her tits and pressed them around his penis. But such contact (technically a violation of her own boundary rules) was all too brief for Alan. She said, "Oopsie! How did that happen?" and she soon scooted back a bit so her mouth was over his tool. She added, "If you continue to be a good boy, I just might have to move the boundaries just a bit. We might have to allow you to fuck Mommy's big tits. But right now she wants your slippery hardness in her mouth too much to play around." She took him in and began sucking.

Alan decided that if she was almost okay with titfucking, she wouldn't mind a little tit groping. So he hefted her weighty, hanging tits, and grasped them tightly while she furiously licked. He could just barely reach them, but she readjusted her body a bit to give him better access. From the get-go it was all he could do not to shoot his load, so most of his concentration centered on his PC muscle, and preventing a semen explosion.

After a while, she stopped for a moment to rest her jaw and said, "Now, just because I'm sucking your cock on the bed where your father and I conceived you, don't think this makes you a replacement for my husband. For starters, he doesn't even want me to suck him off. The idiot. For another thing, I'd rather have you here than him any time, but you have to realize we can only do this on my bed on special occasions. Boundaries, you know."

Even as she said this, she had the sense that particular boundary was crumbling. "To call you a replacement for that loser would be an insult to you! I wonder if I should break it to him that I've become addicted to the taste of my son's sperm..." She resumed her sucking.

"Um, Mom, are you forgetting that I'm adopted?"

"Yes, I am. Now, don't question what your mommy says to you. And don't make her talk. Just make her suck your meat. That's what mommies are best at."

She smiled to herself contentedly, and resumed sucking again. Whenever she had his penis in her mouth, she felt like she entered some kind of special land. A perfect utopia with no trouble or distractions. All that mattered was the penis, and she was overwhelmed by waves of joy and love. Nothing else entered her mind but the sexual feelings in her mouth, her mauled boobs, and her tingling pussy.

Alan looked down and saw her still on all fours, her chest now pressed down on his thighs and her ass high up in the air. He reluctantly let go of her tits since they were pressed up against him too firmly for him to fondle them properly. He wanted to grope her ass, but it was past his knees and too far away. So he stroked the silky smooth skin on her back.

She pulled her body slightly away from his, so now her nipples still touched the tops of his legs, but the rest of her boobs swayed enticingly. With such a sight before him, and the increasingly practiced things she was doing with her mouth, he suddenly felt inspired to say, "You know, Mom, I'm serious about what I said about your beauty. Sometimes looking at you is so overwhelming I think I'm going to faint. I try not to think about you at all at school any more, because I just can't function if I do."

She stopped what she was doing, and moved up his body, kissing him all the way. After she planted kisses up his neck and chin, she put her mouth right above his, and then stopped. With her mouth an inch above his, she asked, "You're just saying that, aren't you? I know. I know you're a tit man, and you only love Mommy because of her big hooters." She pulled back from his face, which disappointed Alan greatly, but he didn't completely mind because she put on a nice display for him. Sitting up over him, she clutched at her boobs with her hands and squeezed them together and up, proudly pushing them toward her face.

Alan was going to protest her comments, but he was left breathless by her beauty. She smiled and closed her eyes, allowing him all the time in the world to luxuriate at the sight of her bare chest.

He reached tentatively forward with a hand. She opened her eyes and saw this, then grabbed the hand and firmly pulled it into her chest. Then she grabbed the other one, and rubbed his inert hands all over her tits.

The hands didn't stay inert for long. "No, Mom, that's not true," he finally managed to say, as his hands rubbed her tits together with her hands still over his. "Yes, your tits are fantastic, and I fantasize about them, like, every second of the day. I swear, my IQ must have gone down ten points in the last week alone, just from my brain thinking about your tits. Probably another ten points from thinking about Suzanne's, too. But there's so much more to you. Every inch of you is perfect, inside and out."

She giggled with pure happiness. "Ten points, eh? Is that all? I must be doing something wrong. Maybe I need to let you play with them more often." She leaned forward and kissed him, but only for a second. Then she said, more to herself than to him, "Maybe you need to suck them and milk them every single day. Yes. You do."

She kissed him passionately on the lips, but before he could really react to that, she pulled away and scooted a couple of feet down his body. "I didn't just kiss you," she giggled as she scooted down. "I'm only allowed to do that at our nightly tuck and suck." She thought to herself, What's with me today? I just feel so playful and naughty, even before he came home. I just want to do everything with him, and now Suzanne says I can! I'm going to make this a Tuesday neither of us will ever forget.

She tried to get serious, and said in an authoritative tone, "Now, Tiger, in all seriousness, you have to understand. Your mother has needs. And one very important need is that you have to love my tits. They need to be groped and sucked and fucked every day. Seriously. They neeeeed it. They want your attention. Do you want to fuck your mommy's tits? Do you think you can handle that?"

Alan gulped. "Um, I can try." A combination of sudden nervousness and surprise made his voice crack on the word "try." It was the first time it had happened to him in weeks. Both of them laughed at this reminder of his youth.

She held his penis in both hands and placed her mouth right over it. "Now look what you did. You got me so excited with even more compliments that I completely forgot about the most important thing, which is sucking your cock. Speaking about fantasizing every second of the day, that's all I ever think about any more. You think your IQ is going down? The only thing on my mind anymore is this juicy, yummy, yummy fuck stick!" She wrapped her mouth around it, and took it as deep as she could. Both of her hands did delightful things to his balls as the head of his penis tickled the back of her throat.

As she sucked, she made up a little song in her head:

I am Alan's whore
I'm going to suck him, more, more, more
I am Alan's slut
He's going to fuck me up the butt
I am Alan's wench
He'll cum on me until I'm drenched
I am Alan's toy
Sucking him's the greatest joy
I am Alan's mom
I suck with my clothes off or on
I am Alan's cow
Gonna suck his prick like I don't know how
I am Alan's bitch
His cum is thick, the taste is rich

She made up verse after verse, repeating previous verses until she came up with a new word to rhyme, and then the new verse would get tacked on at the end. Finally Alan neared climax and she had to concentrate fully on pleasing him. It didn't take long for Alan to start cumming.

Alan gripped the sheets tightly as Susan's head madly bobbed and she sucked him dry. Alan actually passed out from the ecstasy of it all.

Minutes passed. For once, Susan didn't feel any post-coital guilt, but instead went back to singing her song, over and over. She held the huge mouthful of her son's seed and let the slick goo roll over and over her tongue. She rubbed her tits and pulled on her nipples, hoping she could make them even bigger for her son's benefit. Her song played over and over again as she tweaked her nipples and savored the tang delighting her taste-buds.

Alan lay there with his eyes closed, savoring the feelings of her best blowjob yet. He woke up and felt two huge mountains pressed into his chest, and a leg wrapped around one of his own. He remembered where he was, and could hardly handle how good it made him feel. I'm in my parent's bed. I'm Mom's new lover. She's never going to fuck Dad again. I can tell. Someday soon I'll be spending all my nights in this bed, at least when I'm not with Katherine. This is so awesome. This even makes the excellent fuck with Joy pale in comparison.

He opened his eyes and patted her on the head. She cooed happily in response, as she continued to snuggle next to him. Then he said, "Mom, you sucked so good there I think you actually bent light."

She giggled happily and responded, "Your mommy is your cum junkie. She's addicted to your sperm."

"You mean semen, don't you?"

"No, I mean sperm. It sounds more naughty. Your mommy loves you so much that she wants to do very naughty things to you. Yes. Very, very naughty things."

That returned Alan to full awareness. He looked around the room as if for the first time and saw his sister standing in the doorway. She was fully clothed (by the relative standards of the Plummer house) and doing nothing more than staring at them intently. "Hi Sis," he said.

Susan jerked her head up in surprise, briefly shocked and embarrassed. She'd been caressing his front side lovingly, tracing the paths of his muscles along his stomach and upper chest. But seeing that it was only her daughter, her fear quickly drained away. "Oh, it's you. How are you doing, Angel?"

Katherine laughed. "Pretty good, Mom. Glad to see you still use your mouth for talking, too."

Susan, moving to her usual spot between Alan's legs, grabbed Alan's now semi-hard penis and began rubbing it against her cheek dreamily, flaunting her position with Alan in front of her daughter.

He gave his PC muscle a little squeeze and forced a stream of pre-cum ooze to bubble out of his dick head while Susan was rubbing it back and forth along her face. She felt oddly proud that Alan would want to "mark" her in front of his sister. She used his hard cock as a paintbrush and smeared the slick coating all over her lips, allowing the heavy aroma to carry her away. "Cover me in cum," she whispered, as she imagined a bucket of her son's cum dumped over her head.

The only thing bringing her back to reality was that she was a bit miffed at Katherine's slight jibe. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "Can't you see Mommy is very busy?"

"I can see that," her daughter answered, giggling. "I was just checking to see who was home. I thought you two would be in Alan's room."

"We're doing just fine in here," Susan answered, licking his penis from top to bottom. "It doesn't matter where I am as long as I'm between my Tiger's legs." She went on in a voice as if talking to a baby. "Big bad tiger. Aren't you a scary, big tiger, Alan? The scary wary mean old tiger wants to eat Mommy all up. Starting with her pussy."

She turned back to her daughter. "Now if you could leave us in private. Alan needs my hole. ... Um, I mean, my whole attention," she said giggling, purposely making the mistake. She was surprised that she'd made a word play.

"Okay," said Katherine. "But remember those boundaries you keep warning us about, Mom. When you said you want to do very naughty things, that sounds dangerous to your own rules. I think I'll check on you two periodically to make sure you're both on the up and up."

"Why don't you do that, dear. I assure you though, that my behavior is perfectly exemplary." Susan giggled after saying this, and looked at her daughter defiantly as she once again ran her tongue up and down Alan's shaft.

"Exemplary cocksucking," Alan joked, and the two of them had a hearty laugh.

Katherine left, a little bit peeved that she couldn't join in on the fun. She was acutely aware of the fact that it was a Tuesday. She'd been mostly cut out by Heather from playing with Joy earlier in the day, so she was a bit testy and unsatisfied. Her mother flaunting Alan's penis in such an immature way steamed her up in more ways than one.

Alan was spent however, and told his mother that he felt like a nap before he got it up again. He asked her, "Mom, would it be okay just this once if I could stay where I am and sleep in your bed? I'm so tired."

She responded playfully, "Hmm. So you want to sleep in the same bed as your naked mommy. What would Freud think about that? Hmm. ... Well, okay. I'll let you since this is a Tuesday, but don't make it a habit." She decided to nap next to him in her big bed. Alan took that as a sure signal that their sleeping together would soon would be a regular thing.

As he drifted off to sleep, he thought, It's gonna be so good when I wake up. Mom is totally ready for more sexual games. She's promised a titfuck, and I'm gonna do it just as soon as my penis bounces back. Not only that, but I'm in my parents' bed. Wild. Mom is certainly feeling more uninhibited that I've ever seen her before. Just how far will I be able to go with her? Is she ready to fuck? If only we could fuck. Maybe I should just take things in hand and make her do it. I KNOW she'd love it, once she got over the shock. But she'd be crying, "No, no" at first, and I couldn't bear that. ... Do it, Alan! Get some balls. Just fuck her.

He fell asleep and dreamed of nothing but fucking his mother.

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