CHAPTER 1 (Tuesday, Nov. 12)

Alan woke up first. Taking advantage of this fact, he decided to pretend he was still asleep and roll into a more pleasing position. His mother Susan was under the same light sheet as him, but facing away. So he rolled over, draped his arm over her shoulder, and put his hand on her boobs.

He tried to play it cool and act like it had just accidentally fallen there while he slept. But with his hand on such a delightful orb of flesh, he couldn't restrain himself for long. Soon he has subtly squeezing and feeling the skin below his hand.

That woke Susan up, although he had his eyes closed so he didn't know it. Susan opened one eye and saw what he was doing. She realized he was awake by the intent in his hand movements. She pretended to sleep just as he was doing, and thought, Now that's more like it! This is the kind of Tiger I want to see more often. An aggressive Tiger, taking advantage of his mommy while she sleeps. How delightfully naughty! I wonder what he'll do to me next?

She rolled over a bit, so he could have access to her ass. That frightened him at first, but he waited another minute and decided she was still deep asleep. He waited another minute and then scooted his groin up to her butt. He carefully slid his penis along her butt crack, and wedged it in lengthwise (he still had no real conception how much he might enjoy anal fucking). Had she been faced the other way, he might have gone further, but he figured this was the best he could do in the circumstances. He knew how he sounded when he snored thanks to a recording his sister once had made to prove how loud he was, so the whole time he pretended to snore.

Susan was getting so excited that she had a very hard time trying to keep her breathing regular. She was very aware of the penis wedged in her butt, and thought, Damn, I should have rolled the other way. Then he could "accidentally" stick something in my pussy! Oh, Alan, fuck your sleeping mommy; then I won't have to feel guilty about it, because I never knew it happened!

But, although she fantasized this, it was just a fantasy since of course she would have been fully aware. There was a reason she turned the other way, because she was still protective of her pussy.

She turned her thoughts to his hand on her tit. His pinky rested against her nipple, and moved ever so slightly back and forward, slightly stimulating it. Oooh, she said in pleasure. I wish I could wake up every morning with my Tiger on me like this!

Why don't you? the proverbial devil on her shoulder asked. The angel on the other shoulder had been conspicuously absent lately. The devil continued, The only person stopping that from happening is you. This bed is made for two to share, and God knows your husband is never in it.

A slightly less naughty voice in her head answered, Yeah, that would be nice - in bed with Alan! But if that happened, he would be fucking me before long.

Her naughty voice pressed, And the downside of that is...? Aren't you his sex toy now? As a sex toy, you have responsibilities and obligations. Are you willing to suck and fuck him every minute of the day, or are you going to let Angel or Suzanne win out as his favorite cum receptacle?

I'm trying. I'm trying! But it takes time. I was raised to be such a prude!

Think about all those juicy loads you're going to miss out on. Think of all that yummy cum sliding down your throat that will be sliding down someone else's. Are you going to let him sleep alone each night? Will you let poor Tiger be lonely? So very lonely? Wouldn't you like to wake up every morning with the full feeling of his penis deep inside of you, pounding, hammering, splitting your pussy in two? Or at least, what about the alarm clock? Alan's special alarm clock. It's your duty to wake him up every day with a blowjob. And then a nice, solid fuck! Some people need a cup of coffee to get going in the morning. You need a good motherfucking!

The less naughty voice in her head replied, Don't go there. Not now. Katherine is checking on us today. Checking to make sure Mommy is being good. That drove the completely naughty voice away for the moment. Thinking that Alan was still asleep, she took his hand and started rubbing it against her boobs. But it just hung there like the arm of a lifeless puppet. She decided that it would be more fun to be sucking his penis and wanted to wake him up so she could. She momentarily pondered giving Alan the "alarm clock" treatment, but her devilish voice had scared her a bit. So she pulled his lifeless arm to her face and began sucking on his fingers.

"Wake up, Tiger," she said between sucks.

Alan pretended to wake, even though he already was fully alert. "Where am I?" he asked.

"You're in your mommy's bed. And you have your dick stuck up her butt. You know that's not allowed," she chided him, but neither she nor Alan made any move to remove it. She continued to suck him one finger at a time, and Alan found it much more arousing than he would have imagined. "Do you like that, waking up in your mommy's bed, and doing nasty things to Mommy?" She ground her crotch into the top of his thigh, and slowly slid her pussy up and down his skin. "Do you like filling her holes with such dirty, filthy body parts?"

"You see what I mean about bending the rules?" an unrecognized voice said. Alan turned around and saw it was coming from his sister. Katherine was now sitting on a sofa near the bed, dressed only in a see-through nightie. She already had it pulled down so all of her tits were exposed. Between Susan and Katherine, Alan thought for sure he would pass out again, from sheer delight.

Susan pulled away from Alan reluctantly, and said to Katherine, "Angel, today is my special day with Alan. You know that. Can't we have some privacy?"

"Not if you're pushing your rules like that. You're acting all weird today. There's even a weird, kind of wild look in your eye. I think I'll have to referee."

"Whatever you like," said Susan, pulling her head down to Alan's penis. "Just so long as you leave my Tiger all to me." She said this to Katherine as she once more rubbed his penis up and down her cheeks and then all over her face. She gave Katherine a look that nonverbally said, "Don't you wish you had this in your hands?" She realized it wasn't very mature, but she couldn't help herself. She liked to literally rub in the fact that she had possession of Alan's pole and Katherine didn't.

She was in a strange mood – she was really letting go, and discovering just how wild her wild side was. It was thanks to Suzanne's "bend over but don't break" advice that she was letting her hair down so much. But had she thought about it, the effect was not what Suzanne promised it would be. Susan was thinking about having intercourse with her son in a more blatant manner than ever before.

Katherine watched attentively, silent but frowning.

After rubbing his penis for a bit longer to get a reaction from her daughter, Susan sat up in bed, and then ran her hands over Alan's body under the pretense of changing positions. Once again she positioned her face over Alan's penis, but feeling extra naughty, she put her body over his instead of getting between his legs as she'd always done before. She bent down and began rubbing his penis with a free hand while she used the other one to prop herself up. Her legs were on either side of his head, just above his shoulders. Her pussy hung a foot above his face, and her boobs dropped down onto his stomach, where the nipples lightly brushed against his skin.

Susan previously wouldn't have trusted either Alan or herself in this position, but she figured that now the gloves were off, thanks to Suzanne's latest advice. Maybe it's time Tiger learns how to be a rug muncher. He's gonna fill his face with Mommy's dripping hot cunt! Oh, I'm gonna love it! That's what I have - a cunt. Not a pussy, but a cunt. Pussies are for pussies. She laughed inwardly at her little joke. Then he's gonna fuck my tits. With Angel refereeing, I don't have to worry that we'll go all the way. Bend me over, Tiger, but don't break me!

But she gave him contrary instructions to her thoughts, just to drive him wild with desire. "You heard what your sister said, Tiger. Keep your hands still and make sure not to touch me in any way." She dropped her face down and began licking his penis.

Katherine had come prepared for such arousing sights. She brought a small bag of sexual accessories with her. She pulled her favorite dildo out of the bag and stuck it in her love box. It was Mr. Excitement - the big black one that Heather originally owned and had somehow come into her possession. It hung out of her hole at least six inches all the time. She soon found herself pistoning it in and out.

Alan lolled his head to the side and saw his sister pleasuring herself. But as delightful a sight as that was, his attention soon returned to his mother's pussy hanging above his face. He drank in the smell of sex and watched rivulets of cum drip out of it and down her thighs. Susan periodically shook all over, and Alan realized those were orgasms. When she did this, some of his mother's cum would shake off of her skin, and a few drops flew onto his face.

Her timing was perfect. The closer he came to orgasm (thanks to the workings of her mouth), the lower his mother's pussy appeared to drop down, and that in turn drove him ever closer to the edge. He stuck his tongue up into the air, and was almost able to reach a few stray wisps of hair.

Susan was deliberately and slowly lowering her privates down onto his face, waiting with electric anticipation for the moment when she finally made contact with it. Her legs slowly spread wider and wider, even as her mouth slurped up the sides of his penis.

She thought to herself, Should I really do this? Should I put my pussy, I mean my cunt, right in his face? Even with Katherine as an umpire? Maybe I should do this when she isn't around? ... No. It's important they both know just what a big slut their Mommy is. Maybe if I'm lucky they'll want to punish me. Hopefully Alan will even give me a spanking. Yes! Tiger is going to spank his naughty mommy! Won't that be good? But not as good as his tongue up my cunt. Oh God, I can almost feel it. It's so close...

At least Susan could still think semi-coherent thoughts. Alan was so excited and overheated that his brain couldn't think at all. He was running entirely on some kind of primal sexual autopilot, completely incapable of thinking if what he was doing was wrong or not.

Susan slid down another good inch or two. Alan's tongue was still sticking up, and he suddenly found it in amongst his mother's pussy lips. This pushed him over the edge, and he began to feel an ejaculation welling up within him. Pussy licking was still a new experience for him. He still found it a bit gross, getting his face in all that pubic hair, and had he thought about it, he wouldn't have been eager to repeat the experience. But he wasn't thinking. All he knew was that a big hairy pussy was right in his face, and he had no say in the matter. He had to lick it.

"Foul! Foul!" cried Katherine. "Susan, get your butt up some more!" But Susan was too busy with Alan's penis in her throat. She could feel that it would begin shooting out semen any second. She stopped merely licking, and swallowed it deeper than ever before.

Katherine hopped up from where she sat, the dildo still sticking out of her. She got up on the bed and tried to push her mother's butt up with both hands. "I said, get your butt up!"

But far from moving her butt up, Susan now appeared to be grinding it down onto Alan's face. Meanwhile, Alan's cum was filling her mouth, even as his tongue filled and explored her pussy lips. Her whole body exploded in such a powerful orgasm that it was all she could do to stay conscious and keep sucking his penis. Susan felt her climax arrive with such a force that her pussy juice gushed out of her hot hole and ran into Alan's mouth just as he was filling hers.

Taking more drastic measures, Katherine plunged two fingers into her mother's pussy right above Alan's tongue, then she stuck her thumb into Susan's anus. Susan cried out in delight. Grasping Susan's privates like a luggage handle, Katherine pulled her mother's ass up into the air. The rest of her body had no choice but to follow, and Susan finally rose up and away from her son's tongue.

"NoooOOOoooo!" Susan cried like a little child, especially as the surprise movement had forced her mouth off of his penis. Semen was shooting into her face and she barely managed to close her eyes before it stung her there.

Katherine now had Susan's pussy free of Alan's tongue, and she seemed content with that for the moment. So Susan dropped her mouth back down and resumed sucking Alan's stiff pole as it continued to shoot out ropes of cum. The quantity of each rope was sub par compared to his usual standards, but still generous.

Katherine naturally had been pistoning her fingers in and out of both her mother's hot pussy and anus from the very first instant the fingers entered the holes. She could hardly believe the opportunity that had been presented to her. She realized that if Susan complained, she could use the excuse that she'd been trying to lift Susan up the whole time. So she sawed away while Susan finished off Alan's load and then licked his penis clean.

When she was finished sucking, Susan eventually lifted her whole body up so that she was resting firmly on her knees and elbows.

But still Katherine didn't take her fingers out of her mother's pussy or asshole. Keeping up the pretense, she complained, "I said, get off of Alan already."

Susan though was too excited to think or respond. The pulsing fingers attacking both her holes caused her to climax in yet another powerful orgasm. Susan was so overcome she yelled, "Mmmff!" She stopped licking her favorite shaft just long enough to shout more coherently, "Yesssss!!!!!" Another gush of Susan's cum covered her daughter's pistoning fingers, allowing them to jack in and out even at a faster pace. It was as if Susan's body was completely abandoning itself to sex, and only a lingering hint of her strict upbringing held her back from becoming an uncontrollable nymphomaniac with both of her children.

Alan lay exhausted six inches beneath his mother's pussy. His hands were resting and his penis was now lifeless, but he enjoyed the front row view of the double finger fuck nonetheless.

Shortly after her best orgasm of the day, Susan finally said, "Thanks for the help, Angel. I think you can take out your fingers now."

"Are you sure?" Katherine asked, still wiggling the fingers. "Do you promise to behave?" She was playing for time and trying to establish precedence on what she could do in the future. She rubbed her thumb along her mother's clit while trying to dig her fingers deeper into Susan's dripping hole. Her mind screamed, I can't believe I have my finger up my mother's cunt! I'm pumping it like there's no tomorrow and she doesn't care! And her ass! This is so awesome!

Susan's body involuntarily writhed with the new wiggle. "Yes. Mommy has been very naughty, but she promises to be good now. Please let me go."

"Okay, then." Katherine could see no more excuse for delay and her fingers came out with a loud pop. She sucked her mother's juices off of her fingers in full view of Alan's eyes while Susan's butt still hung up in the air and Susan was facing the other way. Katherine really played up the licking, and gave Alan a wink.

Finally Susan sat up and moved away, forcing Katherine to stop her licking fun. She ended up lying in the bed next to Alan.

CHAPTER 2

As Katherine sat back down next to the bed she commented, "You're acting really weird today, Mom. What would have happened to you two if I hadn't been here? I shudder to think."

"I just shudder," Susan joked, making reference to her many loud, very visible, and intense orgasms. "But Angel. Thank you. Having a referee isn't so bad, I guess."

"No problem."

Susan laughed as she said, "But daughter, you know there are other ways to pick a person up. You don't have to lift mommy up like a bowling ball!!" They all laughed at that.

Susan greatly enjoyed the touch of her daughter. It was the first time she'd felt another woman's fingers insider her pussy (Suzanne had probed her asshole earlier in the day). Deep down she wanted more. But she couldn't consciously admit that to herself just yet. She had to ask Katherine to stop or else she figured she would have to admit to herself that she was a lesbian. After what she'd done with Suzanne, that wasn't a topic she wanted to think about at all.

She also was pleased with the whole "referee" idea. She didn't have to control her own desires, but could rely on Katherine to intervene. She wished for more. This is great. I can go right to the edge of fucking, and don't have to worry about losing all control. I can't wait until Tiger is fucking me up the butt. Angel would have to watch to make sure he doesn't slip in the other hole. As long as she's watching, I should probably play with her clitoris just a little bit, you know, just to say thanks for keeping an eye out. Oops! I didn't say that. No clit sucking for you, Susan. Not legal. Boundaries. Lesbianism. Bad.

Alan said, "By the way, Mom, I've hardly ever done that before. Put my mouth down there on a woman. It was all so sudden and overwhelming that I couldn't really figure out if I liked it. I don't think I've gotten the hang of it. Can we try that again some time when we're both more aware of what we're doing?"

Susan was flummoxed. "Tiger, don't ask me that. You've got me very confused. We'll talk about that later. ... Of course I enjoyed it, but your sister says we're not allowed to do it."

She looked across Alan to her daughter, with a face that acted as if her daughter was a jailer. But Katherine rightly pointed out, "Mom, I'm just enforcing your rules. If you don't like them, why not change them?"

Katherine was still sprawled out on the sofa across from where the prostrate Alan lay on the bed, and the giant Mr. Excitement dildo was still sticking out of the bottom of her nightie.

Susan was intensely curious and wanted to change the subject. So she asked, "What's that thing? That, that, ... dildo? Vibrator?"

"That's right, Mom, it's a dildo. Don't you own one?"

"No. Don't you remember I'm sexually conservative and frigid?" They all had a hearty laugh at that. As an aside, she noted, "God, I don't know what's come over me. I think that's the fourth joke I've made today! I feel so loosey goosy. It's great. I feel so alive and unrestrained!"

"Why don't you ask Suzanne for one?" suggested Katherine, still talking about dildos. "In fact, I think she's already got one with your name on it."

"Is it as good as a real penis?" Susan asked, very interested.

"No, nothing feels as..." Katherine answered, then stopped herself. She was going to say, "Nothing feels as good as Alan's cock filling my cunt," but luckily stopped herself in time. She recalled that in her mother's eyes she was still supposed to be a virgin. Instead, she said, "At least I don't think so. Not like I would know, first hand. But how could something plastic compare with real flesh and blood? The big size is just for show. It doesn't actually help, though the wideness feels nice." She began pumping the plastic penis in and out of herself, as if to demonstrate.

"Okay, Angel, I think we get the point," Susan said. She looked over to the clock beside the bed. "Tiger, I take it you're down for the count for a while. Why don't you two run along. It's still an hour and a half until dinner, so you can get a lot of homework done. But if you get hard while you're working, you know whose lips are always waiting for a cock stuffing."

Alan reluctantly sat up in her bed, somewhat surprised it was all over. Katherine was surprised too. Both of them were hoping that they were at the beginning stages of a full on family orgy. But Susan's fear of lesbianism gave her enough willpower to stop.

Susan grabbed her son's hand and held onto it. "Tiger, today I'm feeling a little ... I don't know what. Naughty. But don't expect this kind of thing all the time, okay?"

"Mom, I feel so good in your bed. I just want to stay here forever."

She put a second hand on his and caressed it. "I know, I know. Me too. And believe me, I plan to suck your cock in this bed so many times that it'll be your new home away from home. And if you want to kiss my pussy a little bit here and there, like you just did, that's okay. Not only that, but I mean what I said about titfucking. As long as we don't get carried away. But we have to do responsible things too, like homework. Maybe we'll save the titfucking as a reward for when you finish all your homework. So get going before you make me all lightheaded with another one of your sweet compliments. And you too, daughter. Next time, if I'm standing by the kitchen cabinets and you want to get some breakfast cereal, you don't have to fill up my cunt and ass with your fingers to get me to move, you know. There are other ways. So improper." But all three of them were smiling, because she didn't really mean her admonishment very much.

Katherine thought to herself, I am SOOO going to be fully fucking Mom really soon. Kim is going to die of jealousy! Family orgy right around the corner. Yes!

CHAPTER 3

A few sex-free hours followed. Alan and Katherine actually accomplished some homework. Both of them were far behind. Alan had a test he knew he would do poorly on, but choosing between studying harder and more sexual games, he always ended up with the sexual games.

Dinner after that was also relatively free of teasing. Katherine and Susan even wore clothes more covering than just nighties. The reason for the mood shift was that Alan made clear his penis was still hibernating, needing a rest from overwork. The other two tried to pace themselves to him and so let him get some space. The only exciting thing was a decision made at dinner.

Katherine said, "You know, Mom, since you were so naughty this afternoon, I think you should be punished. I think I should spank you. Just like I was punished with a spanking by Suzanne for breaking the rules."

"You're right, Angel." Susan was all too willing to be spanked, not to mention poked, probed, kissed, fondled, and licked. "But let's wait for tomorrow. Maybe Suzanne can administer it, since she's so good at that kind of thing. Today is my special day with my special Tiger." Susan went back to humming the song she made up, which she now called "The Alan Song." She liked to vary the rhythm, tempo, and words, which came out slightly different each time:

I am Alan's cow
Gonna suck his prick like I don't know how
Son makes mom go "moo"
Rewards her mouth with a load of goo
Mommy's chest's a hit
She can't wait until he fucks her tits
I am Alan's rack
He owns my chest and that's a fact

But she was too shy to sing or say the words out loud. But she thought, Wouldn't it be great though if he could read my mind and hear the song? Maybe he'd get so excited that he'd throw me on the table and do all kinds of nasty things to me right in front of everyone. He'd show everyone just how much he desires me and needs my body to temporarily satisfy his endless lust. Hey. That's a good idea for a new lyric:

I am Alan's hole
On the table here he'll take control

Susan wasn't very good with quick sexual wordplay, but for some reason she was better with rhymes and could turn just about any thought into a new lyric for her song, given time.

They were interrupted by a phone call during dinner. Susan answered it, and soon was happily chatting away. Alan thought, The outside world. What a trippy thought. It's like a cold slap of reality to recall there are other people out there living normal lives, and occasionally...

His thoughts trailed off as he started paying attention to the words.

Susan spoke into the phone gaily, "Yes, it IS that big. No, I'm not kidding. You've seen it, so why do you always ask me to describe it? ... Yes, it's about that thick. Imagine trying to stuff a giant cucumber in your mouth. Can you imagine how great it is to have your mouth filled with that much cock? ... Yeah, it can be tough and tiring, but man, when you get that payoff.... ... Yes. ... Yes. Tasty. Delicious. ... Sooooo good. Don't worry. You'll get your chance. ... No, I don't mind a little bit of sharing. He deserves help from the likes of you. ... Of course he likes you. He loves your tits, naturally. I told you that yesterday. AND the day before. Maybe he loves them a little too much, but I try not to get jealous. ... Yes. Maybe tomorrow night. You ARE Alan-worthy! How many times do I have to tell you that already? Where did your confidence go? ... Be patient. It's almost here. Just one more day...."

Brenda had been invited to come to the next day's card game. Susan and Brenda talked on the phone quite a while longer, discussing various outfits they might wear to the event. Brenda didn't realize that Alan was in the room where Susan was talking, but Susan took full advantage of his presence. She looked straight at Alan and posed for him as she described in great detail all the sexy clothes she might wear to the game. Her hands ran all over her body as she described to Brenda the cuts of her clothes and just what she'd expose to Alan, and then what Alan would do to her. She also thoughtfully repeated nearly everything Brenda said, so Alan could imagine what Brenda would be dressed like too.

Even though Susan was fully dressed in a light green low cut dress and she was merely running her hands over her clothes, Alan found he was as fully aroused as if she'd been naked. Between his vivid imagination and her sultry looks in his direction, he had no choice but to take his penis out. Katherine was also heated up by her mother's wanton display. She immediately grabbed his shaft under the dinner table and went to work on it with both hands.

Susan heated both of them up even further with her language. For instance, after Brenda described a particular dress she might wear, Susan replied, "Are you sure the fabric is thick enough, or are your outrageously erect nipples going to poke right through it? And how will it look wet, when it's soaked through and through from your pussy juice and Alan's big loads? You'll look like you won a sticky wet T-shirt contest by the end of tomorrow night, I guarantee you."

But while Brenda didn't realize Alan was in the room, Susan didn't realize that Brenda took off her clothes as the call went on. By the end of the call, Brenda was buck naked and wildly frigging herself. She finally had to end the call just so she could devote two hands and all her attention to her pussy. Plus, she got so aroused that she found it difficult to keep talking or even breathe regularly. As soon as she put the phone down, she let out a piercing wail and came in proverbial buckets.

"That was Brenda," Susan said as she sat back down at the dinner table. Alan and Katherine had already long figured that out. "She's calling all the time these days. It's like getting bugged by the Jehovah's Witnesses or something."

Brenda had been calling a lot ever since their last card game, but she usually did it in the middle of the day when her son Adrian was at school. But he was off for the evening, and Brenda just couldn't constrain herself from calling for what was the third time that day. She was becoming hooked on a drug - talking and thinking about sex with Alan. Susan was hooked on the same drug, so the two of them usually would talk for ten minutes or more with each call.

Susan continued, "I'm kind of warming up to her though. She's nice. You don't mind if she comes over for the card game tomorrow night, do you, Tiger?"

"No. Of course not." Alan's mind boggled. So much for my "normal outside world" theory. Other moms in this neighborhood are talking to each other about their kids playing baseball and the TV show they saw last night. But here, everything is sex, sex, sex! I'm going to fail school for sure, not to mention trying to get into college. Forget that. But it's not like I can stop to save my life. Not with these women. I mean, Brenda. Fuck. Playing with watermelon-sized tits or doing algebra. Not much of a choice there. Not only that, but I'm slowly turning... I don't know what. Complacent. ... No, not that so much as expectant. I expect Brenda to become another fuck toy. Maybe tomorrow. It's like she was put on the Earth to serve me. But surely she has her own motivations. I wonder why she and Susan, when they talk on the phone, why do they go on and on about my....

Susan picked up a fork and interrupted his thoughts by saying, "Good. I must admit, that call really worked me up. But let's finish eating up here first, and then we can get down to some serious fun. Okay?"

So Katherine continued lightly rubbing his penis with one hand while the three of them resumed eating. Susan didn't seem to mind, despite it being a Tuesday. She thought, Angel's hands are warming him up, but my mouth is going to be the main act as soon as dinner is over. Or maybe my tits. Maybe it's time for a titfuck. Yes! Titfuck!

CHAPTER 4

A few minutes later, the phone rang again. As Susan went to answer the phone, she grumbled, "What does Brenda want now?" But it turned out to be one of Susan's cousins, living in Chicago. That was a real cold slap of reality, especially to Susan. This cousin happened to be very religious and uptight. Susan was grateful that for once she was actually fully dressed as she furiously blushed imagining what her cousin would think. Katherine rather sheepishly stopped rubbing Alan's deflating penis.

After dinner, Susan was still so obviously spooked from the second call that there was no further teasing or talk of penis stimulation. Alan cooled down a bit himself seeing her face get upset, so he figured a break wasn't so bad, since he was already flaccid. Katherine and Alan went to their respective rooms and studied some more until a favorite television show of theirs came on at eight o'clock. Suzanne also liked the show, so she came over a few minutes before it started. She walked into the front door of the Plummer house just as Alan and Katherine were migrating to the living room. Susan was making a snack in the kitchen.

Suzanne was anxious to finally fuck Alan, and knew that he certainly felt the same. Even though this wasn't the moment to fuck, she thought she'd have some fun playing with him about the idea.

"How is your day going, Angel?" Suzanne asked Katherine from across the house, as she took off her panties from under her heavy clothes, deposited them in the underwear cabinet, and walked further inside. Suzanne was starting to use Susan's nickname for Katherine lately, since they'd become intimate.

"Good, I guess. For a Tuesday, if you know what I mean."

"I do." Suzanne could relate to the lack of Alan penis access these past couple of Tuesdays.

Alan was sitting on the floor, and Suzanne stood between him and the television, so she towered over him. She smiled as she looked down at him. "And how has your day been, Sweetie?"

"Amazing and surreal, as usual," he answered honestly.

"But you look tired," she said consolingly in her usual, slightly scratchy voice. "I'll bet you had a hairy day." She lifted up her dress as she said this, so her pussy was hanging right over his face. With a happy snicker, she added, "You look really bushed."

He looked up and nearly drooled at the sight of the pink pussy staring him in the face. He was genuinely surprised though at just how wet she was. Rivulets of her juices flowed out of her hole and down toward her stockings.

Katherine quipped, "He's weary from the daily grind."

Suzanne giggled along with Katherine. "Exactly. He's knackered."

"Knickered," Katherine giggled some more.

Alan asked, "Aunt Suzy, how did that happen? I mean your wetness. You're all wet, but you just walked in the house. You haven't even done anything yet."

Suzanne stepped forward and planted her feet on either side of him so her crotch was directly above his face. "You still don't get it, do you? I'm so hot for you that just the idea of walking into this house gets me wet. Just the mention of your name gets me flowing like the Amazon. Do you know what you and I are going to do really soon? We're gonna..." - her voice dropped down to a barely audible but still hoarse and sexy whisper - "fuck."

Alan cleared his throat nervously. He looked over to his sister sitting on the couch and noticed that she'd heard. Her only reaction was to giggle a bit at his obvious awkwardness.

Suzanne lazily rubbed her pussy lips with one hand as she held her dress up with the other. "That's right, stud. You're gonna get to know this hole really well. Imagine lying on top of me right now, and bouncing up and down on me like a pogo stick. My pussy can almost feel the fullness. Your penis is gonna live in this hole if I have my way, and to be brutally honest, I usually do. What do you think of that? Are you ready to fuck your Aunt Suzy?" She again whispered the word "fuck" but this time really spat it out as sexily and naughtily as she could manage.

"Y-y-yes," he stammered out. Somehow he felt nervous in the face of Suzanne's overpowering sexual magnetism.

She smiled at the return of his bashfulness. "Good answer. That's right. You're going to fuck your Aunt Suzy silly, every day. She's going to show you what fucking really means. But in the meanwhile, you've gone and made her so wet. Maybe you could lick her boo-boo up with your tongue, and make it all better?"

"I don't know," he answered as he looked all around. He knew the only problem Katherine would have with the idea was that she wouldn't be the one doing the licking of the enticing pussy. In fact, she had a giant shit-eating grin on her face, watching him and Suzanne interact. But he worried about Susan.

As if on cue, Susan shouted from the kitchen, "Cookies are ready! Here they come!" She walked in carrying a tray of hot, freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.

Suzanne would have had time to move to a less exposed position, but didn't bother. She flaunted her pussy exposure above Alan for Susan to clearly see. She briefly acknowledged Susan's presence with a "Hi, Susan."

Susan's face wrinkled with concern as she saw Suzanne's stance. She mumbled, "Oh dear."

But Suzanne ignored Susan's mood. She commented to no one in particular, "Can you believe I'm still wearing all these clothes? We had a fancy dinner with some of my husband's business friends. What a bore. I'm actually still wearing a bra. Can you imagine? I'd better fix that right away."

She took off all her clothes in a slow strip tease except for her garter belt and stockings. Susan and Katherine watched just as intently as Alan did. Then, as she continued to tower over Alan, she put her dress back on. It was a very low cut one and exposed just about everything now that the blouse underneath it was gone. She wore it so that the slightest tug would carry it over her nipples.

CHAPTER 5

Susan meanwhile handed out cookies to everyone. She still frowned at Suzanne's impropriety, but waited until Suzanne was done dressing and then went to give her a cookie too. But Suzanne had other ideas. Finally stepping away from Alan, she whispered to the teenagers, "Sweetie and Angel, don't miss this." Putting Susan's cookie tray down on a coffee table for her, Suzanne said, "Susan, I'm a bit insulted. Where's my friendly greeting? What was all that practicing for?"

Now it was Susan's turn to get a bit nervous. She stammered, "But my cousin in Chicago... And the kids... Not in front of them..." She looked over at Alan and Katherine anxiously. But Suzanne put her hands on her friend's shoulders and directed Susan's attention back her way. She acted quickly before Susan could complain about privacy.

Suzanne took Susan in her arms and they began French kissing. Susan was very hesitant at first, as she was still reminded of her old ways from the cousin's phone call. But Suzanne kept working with her magically talented tongue, and before long they were going at it as if they'd been kissing in front of the kids for years. Suzanne's hands roamed down to Susan's butt and grasped at the fleshy butt cheeks through Susan's skirt.

They broke off the kiss after a minute or two. Susan had intended to end things there, but seeing Suzanne's beauty, she just couldn't help herself. She licked all over Suzanne's neck and ears. All the movement pulled Suzanne's tits free from the low cut dress. Now facing Suzanne's back, Susan reached around and grasped Suzanne's tits while she nibbled and licked at her neck like a hungry vampire. Suzanne moaned with pleasure, delighted at Susan's aggressiveness.

Susan eventually realized that she was just supposed to be showing Alan a kiss, and pulled away. Any signs of hesitancy were ancient history, even though she blushed as she realized just what a spectacle she'd shown. She never forgot that she was being watched by her children, yet that only made her hotter.

"What was that all about?" Alan asked his mother as he chewed a cookie. He was surprised at the kiss but not terribly surprised. The way she'd been kissing Katherine lately, it was just a matter of time before she did the same to Suzanne. It seemed his mother's boundaries were falling further down by the hour. He half seriously wondered if he might not be fucking her by the end of the evening, the way things were going. Her completely relaxed mood she'd shown in the afternoon was back in full force.

Susan answered, "Like I think I told you earlier, Suzanne told me I needed to be warmer with my greetings and good-byes. So I'm trying to improve on that. She told me that this kind of kiss is perfectly common in certain, hip social circles. So I'm trying to be hip. And Tiger, there's no reason you and I can't be more friendly in our greetings too. The ass is good, but don't limit yourself there."

She smiled, thinking nasty thoughts about the many ways she could be "properly greeted" by Alan. Ever since her morning talk with Suzanne she'd been thinking about titfucks and assfucks, and now she imagined Alan casually greeting her with either or (preferably) both of those methods.

"Cool!" said Katherine. "Does that mean I can kiss you like that too?"

Susan found herself daydreaming so intently that she didn't even hear the question. She imagined Alan coming home from school. In the dream she was already naked and working in the kitchen. She was bent over the kitchen counter as Alan walked up to her so her ass stuck out at a ninety degree angle. He dropped his shorts and slid his penis into her asshole without comment. In the dream it was something he did many times a day, so there was no need for words. "How was your day, dear?" she asked as he started pistoning into her rear.

Oh my, it occurred to her conscious mind as she observed the fantasy unfold, I'd better start lubing my ass up just in case the buttfuck mood strikes him. There's no telling when I might get lucky for the first time. Bend over but don't break, right Suzanne? Heh-heh.

Katherine repeated, "Mom? Can I kiss you like that too?"

Susan broke away from her fantasy and focused on her daughter's question. She managed to answer, "No. You're my daughter so that would be inappropriate." She ran her hands over her ass, and pulled her ass cheeks apart, even though she was still wearing a skirt. She was still mostly lost in the thought of getting it up the ass. She clenched and unclenched her ass cheeks, trying to imagine what a buttfuck would feel like.

"Awww, shucks," said Katherine, thinking of the strange and uneven standards. Her mother's reluctance irked her, given that she'd been fingering her mother's pussy to orgasm a few hours before (though admittedly that at least was technically against her mother's will). But then a new thought struck her. "But that means I can kiss Suzanne hello like that, can't I?"

Susan hadn't really considered that. She couldn't see any objection, so she reluctantly said, "I suppose..."

Katherine bounded up to Suzanne and the sexy neighbor took her in her arms. They kissed even longer than Susan and Suzanne just did, acting as if it was a completely natural thing to do. Susan didn't realize this was because Katherine had been getting lots of kissing practice with Suzanne lately.

Suzanne still hadn't pulled her dress back up over her tits, and Katherine took full advantage of that fact even more than Susan did. She subtly pushed Suzanne's dress lower and lower until the only thing still holding it up were Suzanne's wide hips. Katherine was wearing a dress held up by thin straps, but Suzanne made sure to push the straps over the shoulders so the two of them could mash their exposed tits against each other. They went at it as if they were struggling for sheer survival, grinding and mashing their flesh together from head to toe.

Eventually they broke away. They stood there next to each other, smiling like naughty school children. Alan marveled at their casual nakedness and the fact that Susan hardly seemed to mind about anything.

Clearly this was way more than just a "hip" greeting, but there were no cries of "So improper!" for once. Susan was a bit preoccupied. She still had her hands on her own ass, and was flexing her ass cheeks open and closed. She was fantasizing that Alan had been so turned on by the kiss that he was now standing behind her, and about to slip his hardness up her back door at any second.

But Alan was still sitting on the floor. He said, "You know, between those two kisses, I think it's finally stirring." His penis had been hard since Suzanne's pussy display, but now he took it out of his shorts so everyone could see that it was back at full strength.

"All right!" said Susan. "That's what I like to see! If you two gals don't mind, since it's a Tuesday, Tiger, let's go to your room." The show they all had planned to watch was long forgotten. Suzanne picked up a cookie from the tray on the coffee table, just to be polite.

Alan felt extremely relaxed and on top of the situation. He nodded at her suggestion. Then he casually waved a hand at Katherine and Suzanne, and then pointed at Susan's chest. He wanted her to be topless just like them. "Mom. Your top."

She looked over at the other two, and merely said, "Oh. Right." She pulled her blouse over her head without any complaint.

Turning to Katherine, Susan added, "Sometimes a referee is good, but other times I need privacy. I'll behave myself. Cross my heart and hope to die. I was in a strange mood earlier, but I'm better now."

"Okay," said Katherine grudgingly, "but leave the door unlocked just in case." Mother and son got up to go. Alan stuffed another cookie in his mouth.

Suzanne was a bit puzzled by the turn in the conversation about refereeing but figured she could ask Katherine about it soon enough. But before the others could leave, she said, "Wait a second, Sweetie. Katherine and Susan just greeted me, but where's my greeting from you? Susan was telling me that you now have special signals to get their attention. You grab Susan's butt and rub Katherine's bare pussy. But what's my special signal?" She walked towards him, with her dress still barely clinging to her hips, and no clothing anywhere above that.

Alan let go of his mother's hand and closed the distance to Suzanne. His decision wasn't hard to make. He fondled her boobs and pinched her seemingly always hard nipples. "How's this for a signal?" he finally said.

"Excellent!" cried Suzanne. "Just what I thought you'd pick." But he mauled her so enthusiastically that she fell backwards onto a sofa and bumped her head. She was momentarily taken aback, but he was hardly fazed, and kept kneading her boobs with his hands. His shorts were still unzipped and his penis fell in between her legs.

"Hey, you crazy lug, trying to get me killed?" she said playfully even as she rubbed her sore head. "Lying on top of me like that, it's like you're planning on fucking me or something. Especially since your penis is hanging out and rubbing against my thigh."

"That's not a bad idea..." he winked. "Thigh" was inaccurate - it was actually now resting right on top of her furry bush.

"Alan!" Susan said in a menacing tone from across the room. "Don't even think about it! And anyway, I have dibs on that load building up in your balls."

Suzanne had been trying to turn Alan on with her talk, but it unfortunately cut their session off too soon. She conceded defeat with her eyes. "Go to your mother, Sweetie. You'll just have to find where to put that thing some other time."

But then she realized she still hadn't been kissed by him, and turned to his mother. "What about my kiss, Susan? Doesn't my Sweetie still get to kiss me?"

"Oh, all right. But please make it quick. My mouth is watering for some tasty cock."

Alan French kissed Suzanne for several minutes while Susan and Katherine stood topless and watched. He continued his vigorous exploration of her tits the whole time. His penis seemed to burn into her leg. She fantasized that it actually burned and left a brand right on her upper thigh. She found it strangely appropriate and arousing to imagine herself branded like that. But then she snapped out of it. What the hell is that thought all about? I'm beginning to sound like Katherine with her "Master" fixation. No thanks!

Eventually Suzanne had to reluctantly push him away, because things were getting too hot and heavy and Susan tapped her feet impatiently. Suzanne sighed at the withdrawing penis and her own strange thoughts. She waved Alan away. "Go on, run along to the twin towers over there before she gets mad at me." She consoled herself that at least she'd have Katherine to play with once Susan was out of sight.

CHAPTER 6

Alan reluctantly withdrew his hands from Suzanne's bouncy melons and headed to his room. Susan, still topless, sprinted up the stairs to it before him. She clutched her arms to keep her bouncing boobs under some semblance of control as she ran. By the time he climbed the stairs and entered his room, he found his mother completely nude and impatiently waiting on his bed. She'd only had a short skirt to take off, so getting naked wasn't difficult.

"I was just feeling up Suzanne's boobs," he said as he walked to her with arms outstretched, like Frankenstein. "Can I feel yours, to see the difference?"

"Nice try, but you know that's not allowed," she said. "We have to stop all these rule violations and act like a normal family. Now come over here and let me suck your cock already."

He rolled his eyes at her strange and ever-changing boundaries, but he didn't complain. He dropped his shorts and stepped out of them. Then he walked steadily forward - her mouth was at just the right level, so he kept walking until his penis found itself in her mouth. As Susan sucked and licked, she alternated between making little coos of contentedness and louder grunts of intense arousal. One part of letting herself go was that she was freer about making noises.

But her unwillingness to let him play with her rack was just a ruse. After a minute or two, she stopped and said, "If you're a good, cum-filled boy and fill your mommy's mouth with a big load, then maybe, just maybe, she'll let you play with her Marilyn Monroe-sized tits. But only afterwards," She giggled again with glee in recalling his earlier Marilyn Monroe comment. "Do you promise to fill my mouth all the way to the brim with your sperm?"

"Of course, Mom. Don't I always?"

She chuckled. "That you do." They both knew that he didn't literally fill her mouth completely, but it sure seemed like it to Susan when she was trying to swallow it all. "Now, since you're such a good and complimentary son, you can play with my tits as I suck you. But only if you say you like mine better than hers."

His hands flew to her chest and pushed her tits around in circles. "Who? Marilyn Monroe's? I think yours are much bigger and better."

She punched him playfully. "You know who I mean. Ms. Jessica Rabbit. Suzanne."

"Mom, you know I don't like making comparisons like that. That's why I'm going to say stop making so many conditions and just suck me off already. Not only that, but you're going to let me play with your tits because they crave the attention."

She decided to reward him for his aggressive comments, and so stopped asking about the comparison. She saluted him deferentially while giggling. "Yes, sir! Right away, sir! Sex Cow Susan reporting for duty!" Her face dove into his crotch and gobbled on his dick with renewed vigor. Meanwhile she pulled his hands to her tits and helped him grope her boobs around in big circles with her own hands, even pulling on her own nipples like teats on a cow.

She brought him to orgasm with her mouth yet again, and came herself repeatedly, until there were wet spots all over Alan's sheets. Although Alan's penis was done for a while, his hands were not. He asked, as he played with her tits some more, "Mom, why did you call yourself a sex cow? That's a weird thing to say. It's not like you're fat at all. I hope that's not it. You're actually pretty muscular with all the daily work outs you and Suzanne do, even though both of you look soft as marshmallows from the outside."

She arched her back in enjoyment at what his hands were doing. "No. It's not that. It's just that I picture I'm a cow that really has to be milked. The cow's in pain and its udder is dripping milk. I'm like that, and I need to be milked daily, but it's my pussy dripping cum instead of an udder dripping milk. And instead of getting milked, I'm the one who needs to milk you. I just have to milk your cock and empty it of it's creamy cum every day, or I simply don't know what."

"Oh." Alan thought about that while one of his hands lightly brushed up against the tiny and nearly invisible hairs on her stomach. Another hand yanked on one of her tits. She panted and her chest throbbed and heaved, but that seemed to be how her chest was almost all the time lately - unclothed, panting, and heaving. It still never failed to arouse him though.

"You know," he continued with both hands on her orbs, "I would have never thought you were so horny. Never in a million years. When we went to movies as a family, you used to close your eyes at all the sex scenes, and make Sis and I close ours. You used to change the TV channel if even a particularly racy beer commercial would come on. Now, Suzanne I could figure - she's so naturally sultry that it seems criminal she's just a housewife. She has a natural nympho vibe. But you're different. So innocent."

His penis rested against her thighs, and he began working his hips so it dragged up and down her skin. It felt like a hot coal burning into her leg, just inches from her pussy, but she loved it.

She managed to answer between excited pants, "I know what you mean. I keep wondering if this is all just a grand dream, and when will I wake up? But it's true. Your mother is a sex cow. She'll die without a daily injection of your tasty cock cream. Your cow needs your fuck stick in her mouth!"

"Mom, since you're so keen on being called a sex cow, maybe I'm the one that should be milking you. Why are your tits so big? Is it because they're sloshing around with milk on the inside? I think they are. Maybe I should drain them of their milk with my lips every day." He concluded this by planting his mouth on one of her nipples and sucking vigorously.

She squirmed beneath him. "No, Tiger! No! Don't say that. No!"

He immediately pulled away. There was nothing that hurt him more than hearing his mother cry "no."

She pushed his face back into the tit. "That was a rhetorical no, you silly boy. I love it! Keep doing that." She felt for his penis, but it was still flaccid.

He followed her command and soon had her panting even more heavily. He listened intently to her talking as he sucked.

"I said no because it's such a fantasy of mine. It's too exciting for me. Don't feed my fantasy. Maybe that's the real reason why I want to be called a sex cow, because I want you to suck my tits. I want to be milked every day, just like a cow! I want to lactate for you, Son. But it can't be. It's too impractical. You'd have to suck every couple of hours, twenty four hours a day. Forever. But that's a fantasy of mine, to have my baby son sucking at my breast. And that's why I've been keeping my tits from your touch far too much until recently, because it arouses me so terribly much when you touch them. Do you have any idea how many times I've cum today? My pussy positively hurts. When you suck on my tits like this I'm so crazy with desire I can barely breathe! I hyperventilate! My nipples - on fire! Oh! God! No! So good! Yes!"

He kept sucking, one nipple and then the other, and then back again, until she reached yet another powerful climax. Afterwards, as they rested, she ribbed him, "Speaking of milk, you and I have to drink lots of it. Every day. We're losing so much fluid through our privates that it's not even funny. You need to drink even more than I do, since I get so much liquid from drinking your cum. And if you do what you just did again, I'm going to end up on the funny farm."

She placed his hands on her tits again. "My nipples, my tits - they're yours. Yours to own. Don't even let me joke about denying them to you anymore, because it's not my place to deny them to you ever again. It'll mean that I'll be that much more perpetually horny and crazy for cock if you get me excited playing with my tits, but so be it. Please, you'll have to spank me if I ever push your hands away. I'm sorry to deny you my pussy, I mean, my cunt, but take my offering of my tits instead. I would ask you to titfuck me right now, but I think I would pass out if you did. Let's do that later. All I ask is that you go easy on me, because I can't take too many orgasms like that."

He laughed. "Okay Mom. I'll only pinch them now then." He pinched both nipples at once.

She cried, "No! Don't! Too sensitive!" But she thrust her chest closer to him in delight. For once, even Alan could realize that a no was a yes.

CHAPTER 7

Meanwhile, out in the living room, Suzanne and Katherine "greeted" each other some more. They played with each other's pussies and clits, knowing that Susan wasn't likely to come back for a while. Lately it wasn't unusual to take a half an hour or more of extremely vigorous and talented sucking and licking before Alan would finally give up a load (given that there'd be lots of kissing and groping and resting going on as well). They all knew about his PC muscle control now, and both blessed it and cursed it. It was downright exhausting on the jaw muscles.

They sat on the couch next to each other, semi-clothed. Suzanne still kept her dress bunched around her waist, as if she was incapable of pulling it back down ever again. Katherine also kept her dress in a similar position. It didn't block any vital access, but it allowed one to quickly cover up. They figured that when Susan came back they'd have a few moments to hear the door open and get decent before she could walk down the hallway then down the stairs and get in eyesight of them. If worse came to worse and they got caught, it wouldn't be the end of the world, but it still wasn't wise.

Before long, they got into a sixty-nine and really went after each other. They munched each other to orgasm seemingly without ever tiring. For nearly an hour, they hardly moved from their sixty-nine, because both of them had penis-starved pussies that needed pleasing, and satisfying any other sexual need was far down the list. Dildos or strap-ons would have been perfect to give both of them that "fucked by Alan" feeling, but for once neither of them had any toys handy.

They still kept their dresses hanging around their midsections, and kept as quiet as they could to hear for the sound of doors opening or feet walking. They heard the door to Alan's room open, and so managed to dress and assemble themselves before they were caught. Not having to wear bras or panties allowed one to get dressed in a hurry.

Alan and Susan spent an hour with each other before they returned downstairs. They both seemed quite satisfied with each other and walked into the living room hand in hand, practically glowing.

Katherine and Suzanne wore expressions that made them look like they'd been watching TV the whole time. Mother and son had hoped to catch the last of their favorite show, but they'd played tit games far too long instead. Suzanne and Katherine were relieved that they didn't have to fill them in on any plot, because although the TV was on, they hadn't paid it the slightest bit of attention. The smell of sex filled the room, but that too wasn't very unusual any more and didn't cause any suspicions.

Suzanne had quickly pulled on her fancy clothes, but after only a minute she seemed to reconsider. As the people in the group were making small talk, she pulled her dress up past her hips and opened up her top so her tits came falling out.

Susan was flummoxed. Everyone knew that there would be teasing and flashing of skin once Alan had some more minutes to recover, but Suzanne clearly was taking things to another level of behavior in the group. It was one thing to get naked at the height of passion to help stimulate Alan, but Suzanne was just getting naked because she wanted to. There wasn't even a pretense of covering up anymore.

Susan protested, "Suzanne, I love you dearly, but what on God's green Earth do you think you're doing?"

"Just getting more comfortable. Between the three of us women, we're naked more often than not around Alan. Isn't it so? So why pretend? Why can't we just get as naked as we want to be, wherever we want to?" Suzanne deliberately kept her dress over her stomach to highlight the shocking white skin of her twin tit wonders. The dress also pushed her tits up and made them look unusually large.

Susan was going to protest some more, but Alan spoke up first. "Mom, what's the problem? Suzanne's right. She's just helping me out with visual stimulation. But even if she wasn't, then so what? Why should we have any rules about clothing at all?"

"Well, if you say so," Susan agreed reluctantly.

Suzanne seconded that with a "That's right." Her legs had been pressed together, but she opened them wide so everyone could see the entirety of her pussy. Susan gasped, but made no further protest.

"This is sweet," Katherine said as she took all of her clothes off. She was ready to revel in her newfound freedom. "No more of this 'Keep your clothes on, Angel' and 'Angel, looks like your blouse has fallen open' stuff that I hear all the time."

But Suzanne said, "That may be true, Katherine, but you have to think strategically. Sure, it's fun to undress and loosen up, but you'll still want to keep most of your clothes on most of the time to best tempt Alan. Look at me and then look at you. You're already out of clothes. You've got nowhere to go from there. But I still have all kinds of possibilities, all kinds of ways to recapture his eye if it wanders. You have to work your way there slowly."

Katherine saw the logic in that, as did Susan. They both nodded, as if students taking stripping lessons from the experienced Suzanne.

Suzanne then said to Katherine, "Now, put your postage stamp skirt back on, then your flimsy shirt that you cleverly always keep unbuttoned."

Katherine quickly complied, and then Suzanne continued, "Stand up, and take your shirt off again, but slowly." Katherine had opened her shirt up wide from the front when Suzanne said, "Freeze! Hold that position. Good. Now wait. Pull your skirt down further to where the top of your bush would be showing, if you had one. Good. Now go back to holding your shirt wide open."

With Katherine frozen in place like that, Suzanne turned to Alan and said, "Now, Sweetie, tell us. Which is more attractive: Katherine like this, or her totally naked?"

Alan pondered. While he was thinking, Katherine said, vamping it up, "Boy, it sure is hot in here. If you'll excuse me, I'll just have to take this off all the way!"

They all laughed, and Alan said, "If you put it that way, I like this better."

The lesson learned, Katherine sat back down with her shirt still on, but wide open in the front. She kept her skirt low slung, and in fact dropped it even further. She basically imitated the way Suzanne sat topless on the couch, and tried to consciously mimic Suzanne's always sexy gestures and movements.

Susan was nervous in front of the others, but her competitive nature wouldn't allow her to stay dressed while the others slowly lost their clothes. Soon Alan was staring at six tits at once. Being a tit man, he'd never seen a lovelier sight.

But that was just the beginning. The three of them seemed to have some kind of unspoken competition to see who could arouse Alan the most. They once again followed his mood: since his penis still needed time to recover, they started slowly. For a while, everyone just watched television. But within half an hour, skirts rode up. Phallic objects were held, stroked, and even licked. Tops came completely off. Mostly though, the teasing was verbal. For instance, they joked a lot about fruits. Alan was asked if he wanted just about every large, round fruit imaginable. But this was mostly Katherine and Suzanne's game, since Susan wasn't adept at innuendo. However, she paid close attention and started to learn the language.

The unspoken question hanging over all their activity was: who would get to take care of Alan's next blowjob? There was the sense that whomever aroused him the best at the moment would get the privilege, but there was no telling, because it was ultimately up to Alan's whim. Normally Susan would have been out of the running as she'd just done it, but since it was a Tuesday, that was far from certain. In fact, the surprising thing was that she was magnanimous enough to allow the other ones to remain over at the house and compete in this game at all. She was working on being less possessive.

But at the same time, while she wasn't normally the competitive type, she was very competitive when it came to Alan's penis. It was clear from her mood and actions that she was determined to show the other two that Alan loved her the best and would pick her. But Suzanne felt the same. She thought her sexual talents could put her ahead of Susan. And Katherine also thought that she alone deserved to be picked. She hoped her status as the most willing and eager fuck toy would cause him to pick her.

Alan realized that he was in a pickle. No matter whom he picked, the other two would be very offended. Although Alan still had his penis in his pants, the situation was rapidly spinning out of control. The three women dropped the last of their clothes, and started reaching out to him, essentially begging. Suzanne, looking uncharacteristically desperate, actually cried out, "Pick me! Pick me!" Soon Susan and Katherine picked up the call, and all three were crying "Pick Me" in unison.

Alan was highly aroused by their eagerness, but he knew that there was no way he could in good conscience pick one and hurt the other two. He wanted to pick and please them all, but he doubted his mother would take part in something with either or both or the other two at the same time. He was about to announce that he wouldn't take any help at all, when an idea came to him. I know! I'll let chance decide. Then no one can blame me for losing.

He stood up dramatically, and said, "I want all three of you equally. You're all so great; there's no way I can pick just one. That's why we have to play paper rock scissors."

The three grumbled, but they went along with the idea. Katherine and Susan picked rock, but Suzanne picked paper. Realizing she won, she was very cool and collected about it on the outside, as if she'd known she was going to win all along. But on the inside she was surprised by the strength of her emotion on just how happy the victory made her feel.

Alan was diplomatic. He shrugged his shoulders and said to the other two, "I'm really sorry. I'll make sure it evens out later. I'm especially sorry, Mom, for this to happen on a Tuesday. I'll be yours for the rest of the evening after she and I are done. Okay?"

Susan was so upset that she didn't say anything, but she nodded a tiny bit.

Suzanne stood up next to Alan and took his hand. She wagged her finger like a lecturing mother and said, "We might be out late, you two, so don't wait up." She realized it was immature to rub in her victory, especially since it was a chance victory, but she found she couldn't help herself. She really swished and swayed her naked ass as she walked upstairs with her hand in Alan's.

She thought, as they silently made their way to his room, That was too close! It's time I clearly establish myself as Alan's main lover, or we're going to have many more awkward and ugly scenes like that one. The other two just have to accept that I'm in charge here. I'm madly in love with him and I NEED him close. I've never felt such need, not even from my husband way back when we were in love. Yes, we're all going to fuck in one big orgy, but he needs to think of me as his primary partner, almost as if I was his wife. That's right. It should be just like if I was his wife. Me! Mrs. Plummer!

Okay, calm down. You're acting immature. Irrational. Get your act together.

CHAPTER 8

They'd reached the door to his room but she wasn't done thinking, so she said, "Just a sec, Sweetie. Let me freshen up." He went ahead, and she paused outside his door and continued pondering the situation. She realized that lately she'd been a bit like Susan where she'd been so busy just doing, that she hadn't been thinking things through properly. She wanted to change that.

Pacing up and down the hallway, she thought, Okay, the problem here is how to counter the incest factor. I'm his Aunt Suzy, but not his real aunt, and in any case aunt status doesn't come close to competing with the mother and daughter roles in forbidden fruit desire. We're all about equally attractive and personable, but I have two things that puts me ahead of them. One, my scheming wiles, and two, my greater sexual skill and experience. In the short term I have to wow and overwhelm him with my sexual prowess so in the long term I can fundamentally reshape our relationship to something more official and substantial. If he treats me as a de facto wife, then I'll have as close a relationship as a sister or mother. Then I'll use my wits to stay one step ahead, though it won't be easy.

Problem is, Susan is so into blowjobs that she's overcoming her lack of experience through sheer enthusiasm. I can't get a clear edge there. But fucking. I can gain ground while Susan continues to muck around with her indecision and moral qualms. Alan needs to fuck me now. It's way overdue. It's risky with the two of them waiting downstairs, but I have to solidify my position with him TODAY, not tomorrow. Things are too unsettled. There's no telling what one or both of those vixens might do at any moment. For all I know, he could announce tomorrow that he and Katherine are going to go steady. So I'm going fuck him this very minute. I'm so very ready! To be honest I don't know if this makes the best strategic sense or if I just like the option that gets me fucked fast, but frankly I don't care. I need it!

She pushed open the door, and saw the welcome sight of a ready Alan lying naked on his bed. Locking the door behind her, she practically dove at the bed. She covered him completely with her body.

After they kissed, she asked, more as a statement than a question, "We're not just going to be giving you a blowjob today, are we?"

"Uh, no," Alan replied hesitantly, hoping his newfound "go with the flow" and "the less talking the safer you are" strategies would pay off again.

"Do you remember what I promised you the last time we were together alone, on Sunday night?"

"How could I forget? You promised that I could get to know your pussy a little bit. Finally!"

She chuckled with pure glee. "A little bit? I want you to get VERY well acquainted with it. Tonight." She lay back on the bed right below where he was sitting up. She spread her legs very wide, giving Alan a great view of her pussy. His penis was naturally hard and mere inches from it.

She pulled her pussy lips open, and Alan noticed just how thick those lips were. She had a luxuriantly thick bush too. It seemed that when it came to Suzanne and sex, she always had more than most. He bent forward to closely examine her nether lips and the gap in between them. She said, "Suzanne's pussy, meet Alan Plummer. Alan, say hello to Suzanne's pussy, your new best friend and home away from home."

He bent closer, and marveled at just the delicate light pink shade of lips and inner membranes now that she was wide open. He figured her light color went with her ivory white skin.

Giggling gaily like Katherine often did, she asked, "Sweetie, don't be rude. If you meet someone new, don't you give them a handshake?"

Alan got the idea, and put three fingers into her slit. He spoke into her crotch, "How do you do, Suzanne's pussy? Do you come here often? What's your sign?"

Both of them laughed. Once she recovered from laughter, she responded, "I do cum here often. The cum room. I just love walking in here and filling my nostrils with the smell of cum. Mmmm. Good memories."

Suzanne was eager to fuck, but first she wanted Alan to get her off. So, suddenly all action, she said, "Sweetie, I know you know all about the G-spot. Katherine can be a bit secretive about what you do and who you do, but she told me that much at least. Can you find mine?"

Alan had no trouble finding Suzanne's G-spot. Like everything else she had, including her clit, it was bigger and somehow better than the others' he'd experienced. And unlike when he tried to figure out mysteries of the G-spot with Katherine, Suzanne knew exactly what she wanted. She taught him how to best stimulate it, and he went to town doing exactly what she wanted. But just as she was about to cum, she had him stop completely.

That surprised him. She pointed out, "Sweetie, I'm just doing the little trick that you're becoming so famous for. Get right to the edge, and then stop and get a second wind, just like you always do. You should learn that's good for a woman too. It's not just how many times a woman cums, but the intensity of the cumming. After a few of these pauses, I'll have the mother of all orgasms. Just you wait and see."

So he worked on her G-spot some more, even as he fiddled with her clit and she jacked him off. She urged him to go faster and faster, so he did. She was concerned that they wouldn't have much time with Katherine and Susan waiting below, and she wanted to get to the fucking. She was especially concerned about Susan, knowing that this interlude was imposing on her friend's Tuesday "tradition."

She built up toward that big climax, but before she got there, she had Alan pause again and take his hand out altogether. She decided to hold out so her massive climax could take place when they fucked. She thought, I've got to build this up, just like Alan always does, so this'll be the mother of all fucks. No ordinary "boom boom" fuck - with Alan I've got to make it the best fuck ever. I have to keep building and building with more foreplay.

But no sooner did she say this when she betrayed her own plan. She sat on her heels on his bed, and said, "In a better world I'd tease this out and make a big production out of it, but I can't stand it another second. It's time that you fuck me now. Hard. Give it all you've got. Do you have any problem with that?"

Alan's penis was clearly twitching and ready to go, but she was surprised that his face showed more concern that excitement. He said, rather loudly, "That's a good one. Funny joke. What should we really do?"

She was beside herself with disbelief, but before she could demand an explanation he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Just a second. I'd love to do that. I can't even begin to tell you just how much I've dreamed about it. But we can't in this house. No way, no how. What do you think the odds are that my mom is pressing her ear to the door at this very moment? I'd say very high. Almost certain. Come on, Suzanne! We have to be careful. Strategic. Or she'll blow her lid. Especially after catching Katherine on Saturday. She seems on the edge lately. Who knows what she'd do?"

Suzanne was so raring to fuck that she'd forgotten all about the possibility of people listening through Alan's door, even though she'd done it herself on several occasions. She'd thought locking the door was good enough. She still couldn't believe they wouldn't get a chance to fuck right then. Hoping that she could prove that they were alone and then get on with fucking, she said, loudly, "Let me think about that. All the delightful possibilities." Then she crept across the room to the door.

She put her ear on the door. Even though the room was generally soundproof, an ear on the door did wonders, and as she listened carefully she was just able to make out the sound of heavy panting on the other side.

She stepped back and curled her hands into fists. She was so angry that she wanted to punch someone or something. She yelled, in her own mind, God fucking damn you, Susan! Fucking getting off listening to us in here! Give me some fucking privacy and some fucking time so I can finally fuck this guy in peace, the way he needs to be fucked! Not to mention my needs! I'm dying! He's dying! Let us do it!

She paced back and forth. Alan had been hopeful that in fact they were alone and his precautions were unnecessary, but by looking at Suzanne fuming he knew they weren't alone. She momentarily pondered just jumping on Alan and having her way with him, but she realized that would be damaging to her long term plans, and wasn't likely to work well with a rapt listener at the door.

Suzanne shook her fist at the door. FUCK! That's it. First chance Alan is free, he and I are going to rent a hotel room and fuck like insane bunnies. Put that in the bank! I'm going to craft a cover story that'll give us hours and hours of prime fucking. The cover isn't so much the problem as the time. Between his school, afternoon naps, dinner, tennis tournament, S-Club, and God knows what else.... Oh, there's a stupid fucking card game with Brenda tomorrow night, so tomorrow is out. Damn! ... Oh no! God no! Even worse! He's got the Boy Scout hiking trip this weekend, too. FUUUUUCCCKK!

She shook her fist again, and then thought, Compose yourself, Suzanne. You're losing it. Losing your edge. Don't lose your reason and your ability to scheme. It's the only thing that keeps you ahead of the pack. Relax. Breathe. Think. Just take a deep breath and think.

She breathed slowly several times, and then thought, This is a quandary, and my time with Alan right now is limited. I'm going to enjoy this time with him, and then figure out when we can fuck later. Thursday, maybe. Gotta do it by Friday before he leaves that evening for the trip. Definitely. Damn.

Making sure to walk back to his bed before talking, she said, "My hand is getting tired from jacking you off. Let's try something else." She said that to cover for the time she'd spent across the room, knowing now that Susan was able to hear everything she said above a whisper.

She hopped back in the bed, and in fact got back to jacking him off, but her face had a heavy frown.

Alan was much more composed. He was actually amused at the extent of her frustration, and smiled at her. It was amusing because for once the tables were turned and she felt the way he'd grown used to feeling nearly every day. But weeks of such constant frustration had given him some immunity to situations like this. Experiencing the excruciatingly frustrating inability to fuck was such a usual thing that this was just more water under the bridge. He knew that even if Susan wasn't listening the whole time, she wasn't going to give them much time alone. She looked far too antsy when they'd left her. He was surprised that the normally extremely astute and observant Suzanne hadn't picked that up as well.

But Suzanne's senses and skills were dulled by an overwhelming desire to fuck, and it was getting worse every day. First, her "Elle" experience and then her few precious seconds of fucking in the ocean on Sunday had brought her so close that she could taste it. Alan at least had other delicious women to fuck, such as his sister, which made the constant torment from the likes of Susan, Suzanne, and Glory somewhat bearable. But Suzanne had no one to fuck. So as her desire kept increasing, she was starting to act rashly.

Back on the bed, with Alan's penis in her hands giving her some consolation, she pondered what they could do to take the edge off of her raging need. She pondered the possibilities. Let's see. More blowjobs? Nah. Titfuck? Anal sex? ... Ah, that's a good one. But he's so resistant to that. Now's not the time to talk him into that, with Susan listening in and time running out. Cunnilingus? YES! That's what I want. I've got this massive orgasm still welling up in me despite Susan's rude interruption, and he can release it with his tongue. Yes. Maybe that'll allow me to endure another day.

Alan leaned forward and whispered, "I'm really sorry, Suzanne, I'd love to fuck you so terribly badly, but when it comes to doing stuff in the house, I have..."

Suzanne cut him off, whispering back, "Never mind. Let's talk about it later. Just shut up and lick me. Go down on me. Please! I beg you! I need release so bad. Right now."

Sitting on her heels, she arched backwards until her head hit the bed. She was presenting her pussy to him as if on a platter.

He licked his lips and eagerly accepted the offering. He'd done this a couple of times, and was getting to like it a little more each time. He thought, I'm going to fuck Suzanne soon. If she wants it, she makes it happen. But in the meantime, I've got to make do. I think going down is going to be a lot of fun, if I'm doing it with Suzanne. Knowing her, she's got some secret sex tricks that'll make it twice as orgasmic as with anyone else.

As he moved his head between her legs, she spoke from her bent back position in a low voice she hoped Susan couldn't hear. "Let's be real quiet so Susan doesn't know what we're doing. That'll drive her crazy."

Alan nodded, and placed his head right above her pussy. "Suzanne, you're so very, very wet. I don't think I've ever seen you quite so wet, and that's saying something."

"Sweetie, who always makes me that way? For the love of God, please stop talking and do me already!"

He dove in with his tongue. Suzanne was radiating an aching need, and he knew he had to do his very best to give her the satisfaction she craved and deserved. But he hardly had to do anything. After only a minute or two from when his tongue found its way into her inner lips and his fingers found her clit, she flew her upper body forward, and still sitting on her heels, grabbed onto any parts of Alan she could reach and grasped him as if holding on for dear life. Then she let out a piercing scream as the climax that had been building for the past half hour finally found desperate release.

Her fingernails tore into the flesh on his back as she continued to scream and cum. Alan found his face drenched with her juices. The fluid came out with such force that he wondered if it would have squirted out of her, like a man, if his tongue and face hadn't been in the way.

She collapsed as if dead and then sprawled out onto his bed. Alan though was in better shape, and in fact had yet to cum.

Curiosity got the best of him, and he hopped up to see if he could hear the sounds of his mother panting. To his surprise, just as he put his ear to the door, he heard the sound of his mother talking. Her voice grew louder and he realized she was walking down the hallway towards his door.

He couldn't clearly hear Susan's question, but he heard Katherine answer. "I don't know what happened. It sounds like Suzanne came in a major, royal, first rate climax. But I have no idea what they're doing. They said a few strange things. Suzanne said something a few minutes about wanting to be truly fucked, but Alan laughed it off as a joke. Then she asked him to quote do her. Then it's been pretty silent until this scream."

It occurred to Alan that Suzanne had screamed so loud that Susan must have heard from downstairs and come to investigate. So it wasn't Mom listening, but Sis? Fuck. Too bad we didn't know, but the effect now is the same. No fucking tonight.

He heard Susan say, "Fucked, eh? Will see about that." Then he heard a colossally loud sound, and he realized Susan was starting to pound on the door. He quickly pulled his ear away and backed off towards the bed.

Susan said through the door, "Suzanne? Are you okay in there? I just heard a scream. What's going on?" She pounded on the door some more.

Suzanne roused herself on the bed, and answered, loudly, "I'm fine. Never been better! Alan's taking great care of me."

Susan kept pounding on the door and repeatedly trying to turn the doorknob even though it was locked. "Can you open the door? I want to make sure everything is okay. Please open the door."

Alan was back near Suzanne's side, so she pulled him close and whispered the obvious. "She thinks we might be fucking, and is trying to break it up. If only she were right. God DAMN."

Susan continued to knock. "Alan? Can you open up? Please? Tiger?"

Alan went and opened the door. Susan and Katherine stood there, both dressed for once, and both looking very concerned. As their eyes settled on his face, their eyes went wide, and Alan wondered if he'd done something wrong.

Susan pointed at his face and asked in wonder, "Is that cum? Suzanne's cum?"

Alan put a hand to his face, and rather sheepishly realized that it was dripping with Suzanne's juices. For once the shoe was on the other foot, and he was on the receiving end of a facial. A very wet facial. "Uh, yeah. Sorry. Suzanne was just teaching me how to better go down on a woman."

Susan said in shock, "So you didn't... That means you and her didn't..."

"No, we didn't, Mom," he replied, as if the idea was silly. He protested a bit disingenuously, "Don't you know that I always obey your boundaries? Whatever gave you that idea that we would do something like that?"

Susan briefly glared at Katherine, who now looked to be the sheepish one. But the mother was much more relieved than upset to be wrong. "Sorry. It's just the scream was so loud. I trust you..." Yet it was obvious to everyone she didn't trust enough not to check. "But never mind. Since you two look done, why don't you come downstairs and we all can do something nonsexual for a change? Amy just arrived."

Suzanne sat up in bed with a start. "Amy?" Her voice was so filled with amazement at the name that it was as if she only just realized she had a daughter. And in fact she'd been so out of it that was how she felt. It occurred to her that when she'd set new nakedness rules earlier in the evening that she'd completely failed to consider Amy. She ruefully realized that Amy was unlikely to wear anything any more, the way she loved nakedness. Thinking about her daughter made her remember that she was a married woman with children. The "real world" came flooding back.

She'd hoped to get much more of Alan's tongue on her box as soon as she'd recovered, but she surveyed the scene and realized that wasn't going to happen. Alan was flaccid, and the other two were looking at her expectantly and impatiently.

She'd come into the room buck naked, so she walked out of it the same way. As she passed Alan standing near the other two by the door, she grabbed him by the balls and whispered, "I'm sorry to leave you hanging like this. You're right. No privacy in this house, and too many interruptions. But I'm sure your mother will take care of this problem soon enough" - she squeezed his balls tighter - "if she doesn't give me another chance."

She walked off to the bathroom so she could slip into a bath robe before greeting her daughter downstairs. She thought, I just realized something very key. Alan has a nearly inhuman ability to delay gratification. That's the key to understanding everything. There's his respectfulness and the way he just doesn't up and rape us all... And then there's his ability to always barely fend off orgasm with his little breaks so his penis is seemingly always hard. And by delaying so well, he ends up getting far greater pleasures in the end. Things around here would be quite different if he gave into his urges more. Things have been getting so intense that he's slowly turning us all into his nymphomaniac servants, probably without even realizing what he's doing. Look at me. I'm a wreck because of the anticipation, but he can deal with it. He just keeps going and going like some kind of sex maniac Energizer bunny.

Alan went back into his room, also to change into some clothes. He just shook his head in wonder at all the strange things happening to him on an hourly basis.

CHAPTER 9

Alan walked down the stairs a few minutes later. Despite not getting off with Suzanne, he'd nonetheless shared a very emotionally exhausting experience and was looking forward to doing something mellow like watch some television. He'd been taping some episodes of the British sci-fi comedy Red Dwarf, and everyone had gotten into the show's wacky humor. He anticipated sitting down and watching a couple of episodes. As it was already about 9:30, he figured when they were done with that the others would leave and his mother would give him a very intense "goodnight kiss" and blowjob.

But he was mistaken. Suzanne may have been deeply satisfied after her "mother of all climaxes," but Katherine and Susan were very worked up. They all moved into the living room and Alan explained his Red Dwarf plan.

Katherine spoke up. "That sounds fine, but before we watch that, now that you're here, I think it's time for us to welcome Amy into our home, since we haven't done that yet, what with the racket you were making up there and all."

Alan was confused what this welcoming entailed, but Katherine stood up and demonstrated her meaning. To everyone's surprise, including Amy's, she embraced Amy and then gave her a long, passionate kiss on the lips. This in fact was the first time they'd kissed on the lips, but it seemed perfectly natural after everything else they'd done to each other. The kiss went on and on.

When it was over, Katherine explained, "We have a new greeting custom around here. My mom has finally caught on to the California custom of women kissing each other on the lips. So now we're all doing it. Do you want to join us?"

"M'kay! Sounds super!" Amy's agreement was a given, which is why Katherine only bothered to ask after the kiss was over.

Katherine then said to Susan, "Since I've greeted Amy, now it's your turn."

Susan sat silently. She was tensed up from hours of not being able to jack off or suck off her son, and in fact she sat with the fingers of one hand jacking off the air as if there was an invisible penis hanging in front of her. She didn't even realize what she was doing with her hand.

But even as she fantasized about more cocksucking, kissing Amy was a different matter. She told herself that she only wanted to get back to her favorite position, with her head between her son's thighs. Anything else was an unnecessary distraction, and unseemly.

Her daughter goaded her, "Come on, Mom, aren't you going to greet Amy already?"

Susan obviously wasn't planning on moving from her seat. "Really, I shouldn't. She's just a girl. So innocent. It's improper!" Susan truly thought kissing Amy was going too far, though she didn't feel nearly as strongly about such things as Suzanne did.

"Awww, come on," prodded Katherine. "Chiiiickeeen! Bauwk, bauwk, bauwk! Chicken!" Katherine clucked and flapped her arms like a chicken.

Suzanne was noticeably silent, but resigned to the situation. She only paid half attention, as she was busy thinking about her failure to get fucked and her failure to control her desires.

Alan smiled at his sister's chicken antics, but thought it would be diplomatic to stay clear of adding to the clucking. He did add though, more diplomatically, "Come on, Mom. If you don't, you'll hurt her feelings. Amy is always feeling left out. She's growing up now and should be treated like an adult, not a baby. It's okay. "

That persuaded Susan to go ahead with the kiss, though she remained very reluctant. The others, even Suzanne, watched closely as Amy and Susan drew their bodies into each other. Susan didn't want to get too erotic, but her tongue had a mind of its own and played with Amy's tongue deep in her mouth.

They disengaged after only half a minute, even though it was obvious Amy wanted the kiss to go on. Amy managed to keep licking and making small kisses on Susan's face for another minute or so before Susan pulled away completely. Susan didn't exactly mind the extra attention, and moaned in delight.

Suzanne was flummoxed as she watched the kiss. I guess it's good and natural that they kiss. After all, I want an open-ended orgy in this house, and I don't have a problem, in theory, with Amy with any one else here. But to see this in reality.... She's my little baby! ... I have to accept that she's become a woman, and has needs. Given that she has my genes, she must have very great sexual needs.

Susan said to everyone as she flopped back on the couch, "There! You happy? Now we can watch some TV."

"I am," said Katherine.

"Me too!" said a bubbly Amy.

"But there's one thing we're still missing," Katherine added.

"What's that?" asked Suzanne curiously. Usually she thought of every angle but she knew today wasn't her best day for thinking. Is she going to ask Alan and Amy to kiss? ... Oh no. Is she going to ask ME to kiss my own daughter? No way. Ain't gonna happen. Even in an orgy tangle of bodies I'm not gonna so much as touch her. She's my real flesh and blood!

But Katherine anticipated Suzanne's reluctance to kiss Amy and was thinking of something else. "We all have an attention grabbing sign for Alan now, except for Amy." Katherine quickly explained to Amy about another new custom, Alan's "getting of attention," and what everyone's signals were.

Amy clapped her hands in glee. "Ooh! Ooh! I definitely want my own signal too!"

"What'll it be, Alan?" asked Katherine. "You've already picked some good spots. You don't want to repeat yourself." She pulled up her skirt, spread her legs, and rubbed at her bare patch, to remind him of his signal with her.

"Hmm, that's true," he realized. "What if I kiss Amy on the lips, since everyone else here is. But since that's a bit tame compared with the other greetings, at the same time I can run my hands all over her while the kiss lasts."

Suzanne in particular wasn't too happy about this, but before anyone could voice a dissent, Alan leaned in and physically demonstrated his idea.

He and Amy locked their lips and kissed intently and ravenously. Amy was beside herself with joy at getting unexpectedly kissed by three of her favorite people, one after another. Alan meanwhile stuck one hand under the band of Amy's shorts so he could rub her butt, while another hand reached inside her shirt and groped at her boobs. Naturally there was no underwear to overcome. Relying on Amy to keep himself from falling, he even shoved his knee between her legs, and repeatedly pushed and ground one of his thighs up into her crotch. He pulled her shorts down to her knees. The hand on the butt soon migrated around to Amy's shaved pussy. He was fingering it by they time they ran out of breath and the kiss had to end.

Alan looked around. Katherine looked jealous. Susan and Suzanne looked doubtful. "I don't know..." said Susan. "That's like you're getting a three in one deal, or even four in one, with the kiss." She tried to be a responsible parent and put some brakes on, but she was all hot and wet from watching such a great kiss and grope.

Upset that she was wearing fairly unrevealing clothes, Susan pulled her shirt up to her shoulders and thrust her exposed chest out. She thought to herself, Tiger, look over here. Not at Amy. Look at your mommy's tits. Don't you love them?

She started pinching her sensitive nipples, not caring who else might look at her. She lost focus on the situation at hand as her mind drifted back to when Alan was sucking on her nipples earlier. This is how my tits should always be: naked and fondled. By Alan. Only by Alan. My Tiger is going to suck all the milk gushing out of my nipples. Oh yes! Do it to me, my sweet baby! Milk your mommy's tits. They're so bursting with milk that they hurt. She started singing "The Alan Song" in her head. (I am Alan's whore / I'm going to suck him, more, more, more...)

A slightly more level-headed Suzanne said, "I agree with Susan. That goes too far." Suzanne still felt very protective when it came to Amy and sex. She looked over at Susan and rolled her eyes. Susan appeared to be zoned out, staring off into space. Looks like I won't be getting any more support from that direction. Sheesh. She's really crossed some kind of mental line today. I can't wait to find out what happened earlier in the afternoon that made her like this.

Alan spoke up. "Well, I have an idea. But first, Amy, I have something important to say to you, so could you take the rest of your clothes off?"

"M'kay!" she said enthusiastically. She still had her shorts hanging around her knees and a loose shirt open down the front, but she took care of that in seconds. She didn't question the logic of why she had to be naked to hear something important.

Suzanne started to say, "Hey, wait a minute. What does that have to do..."

But Alan interrupted. "As I was going to say, would such a kiss be going too far if Amy was my girlfriend?"

CHAPTER 10

There was dead silence for a few moments. His words slowly sunk in.

"What?" said everyone else in unison. They all began talking to him at once. Everyone was shocked, and Amy was the most shocked of all. She squealed a high pitch yell of pure joy. Susan even stopped fondling herself temporarily in surprise. Katherine frowned, extremely upset and much more jealous than ever before.

"Wait, wait, wait. Just wait a minute, everybody," Alan said, until the others stopped talking. He turned toward Amy. "I know we haven't discussed this, Amy, but would you want to be my official girlfriend, even as I continue to have sex with other women, including all the other women in this room?"

"Why sure," said Amy, overcome with joy. "Anything you want!" She squealed in delight again, and then pumped her fists in the air. "YES! Woo hoo!" Then she leaned up against him, and he embraced her tightly.

Susan wanted to point out that Alan wasn't actually having sex with anyone in the room (so far as she knew) but didn't want to break the mood.

"We can try it out," Alan continued, keeping casual and fondling her ass, "but you'll have to remember that it would mean you're no more special to me than anyone else in this room. I love you a lot, and I'm not trying to be cruel, but I have to be brutally honest about how the situation is. Obviously, in some ways Katherine and Susan are even more special to me than you are, and that includes sexually. Even though they're my relatives, they're also my fuck partners."

Susan again felt the need to correct his statement, but let him continue. Katherine was going to start an angry outburst, but his last sentences temporarily silenced her.

He went on, "And even Suzanne, while not family, has a longer and deeper tie to me than you do. Although I've known you forever, Amy, you and I didn't really closely bond until recently. But Suzanne has always been my Aunt Suzy, ever since I can remember.

"So what this all means is that we would go on dates and do stuff together publicly, but in return, if Suzanne, Susan, or Katherine want to do anything with me sexually like suck my penis, or even fuck me, their wishes would come first, over yours. It's a trade off. You can do more in public, but they can do more in private. In reality, I feel like all of you are my favorite girlfriend, and I'd rather have Sis as my girlfriend since she's my age, but obviously that can't happen publicly. Amy is the only acceptable female for the public eye. If I was, say, fucking you, Amy, and my mom came up to me and wanted to me to fuck her right then, I'd have to roll right off of you and pound her pussy into oblivion first."

Susan finally felt she couldn't stay quiet. "Alan! I'm your mother, not your fuck partner! Stop talking about fucking me already!" Her shirt was still hanging up around her shoulders, and in her mind she was still singing "The Alan Song."

He just ignored her. She's deceiving herself again, but she'll understand in time. It's amazing how she denies her true feelings, even now. "What do you say, Amy?"

"I'll do anything you want, Alan. I'll gladly share you with anyone. Especially if it's these special people. I love everybody. I'm just so happy!" She bounced up and down excitedly. Alan watched her boobs jiggle endlessly as she kept bouncing and bouncing.

She leaned in and kissed him, but he said, "Amy, let's not just kiss, but let me 'get your attention.'"

"Oh, right! M'kay! Sorry!" She unzipped his shorts and took out his dick, even though this wasn't part of the "attention" tradition, at least as practiced so far. They kissed much more passionately and physically than the first time, which was already very intense. It was as if they merged at the mouth. Once again he roamed his hands all over her, while she tried her best to get him to shoot a load by pumping his penis with both hands. Soon he switched to dry humping her, with his penis thrusting between her thighs and right along the outside of her pussy. He was all but fucking her standing up, even though they stood in front of his mother and his sister, and her mother.

Katherine in particular was still fuming at the idea of Amy being Alan's girlfriend, and the way the two of them went on right in front of her steamed her even more. It also aroused her terribly. She didn't realize a person could be so turned on and angry at the same time. She at least felt somewhat mollified by the arrangement Alan had just explained. If he hadn't had qualified his statement with that, the whole house would have gone into an uproar, not just from Katherine, but from Susan and Suzanne too.

Alan planned to talk to his sister about the girlfriend idea later in private and calm her concerns some more. He'd thought this through already, and was confident how it would all play out. He would repeatedly soothe Katherine with the thought that he considered her more of his true girlfriend than Amy, which was true. Amy was pleasantly pliant and would agree to anything. He could even humiliate her in any way, and only didn't because he was a nice guy. He didn't know that Susan and Suzanne had already been discussing the idea amongst themselves that very morning, but had he known it wouldn't have surprised him, because the idea made so much sense. Katherine would come around. But that was later. Right now he wanted to enjoy Amy to her fullest.

To call what they were doing a kiss or even the 'getting of attention' was an understatement. They were all but fucking while standing up. The two of them went at it without much concern for time or their audience, doing whatever they liked.

Alan found Amy surprisingly active: she wasn't just the pliant and well-endowed body he'd come to expect, but she groped at him with the same aggressiveness her mother Suzanne usually showed. She kept one hand grasping his penis, tightly squeezing and stroking it at all times. The other hand ran through his hair, felt up his chest, explored the flexing biceps of his arms, and more. She even stuck her fingers into his mouth so he could suck on them.

She also was more vocal than ever before. When she wasn't moaning or squealing, which was often, she said things like, "Oh yeah. Grab me there. That's good. Squeeze that tit! Tighter! Good! Yeah!"

Alan meanwhile spent a long time concentrating on his favorite part of her anatomy: her ass. He enjoyed the fact that it was so wide and big, yet so firm.

In the midst of all this "kissing," they did manage to kiss some too. He was a good number of inches taller, so Amy had to stand on her tiptoes or Alan had to bend down whenever their lips locked. Height difference was not a problem with any of the other Amazon-sized women in the house. Amy was actually fairly tall for a girl her age, and only seemed short compared to them.

When the kiss ended, Alan looked up and asked, "Is everyone else okay with that idea? The Amy girlfriend idea?"

The others had been watching intently. Susan was still fondling her own boobs. She was huffing and puffing like an old steam train, and was in no shape to object to anything. Insofar as any conscious thought crossed her sex-obsessed brain, it was pride that Alan had added another gorgeous woman to his de facto harem.

Suzanne was a bit shocked at seeing her daughter get so physical, but she restrained herself from complaining. She realized on a theoretical level that Amy and Alan together made sense, and had even suggested it on her own. She thought, He does have to take someone his own age, for appearances with his classmates. I should welcome this, because it's much better than him doing the same with Katherine. But will this derail my plans? Not if I'm smart. I can use Amy to pull him away from the other Plummers and towards us Pestridges. Amy will do anything I say. If I can embrace her sexual role, I may be able to get things done through her to keep the other two well fucked, sure, but not his number one sexual partner. I just have to embrace this. It sure isn't easy though. Amy is still my darling little baby. But she's also a woman now. I have to face reality... Her mind kept racing around on these thoughts.

Katherine on the other hand wasn't thinking logically but was operating on a purely emotional level. She was ready to kill Alan with her jealousy, but she bottled it in until she could be alone with him. She realized on some level that Alan and Amy made sense, so she bit her tongue.

Everyone but Katherine nodded in response to Alan's question, including an enthusiastic nod from Amy. He found that cute. He took Katherine's lack of an objection as a yes.

Somehow he'd managed to not cum yet, though it wasn't easy. Amy just didn't want to let go of his penis or stop massaging it, even now. She said, "Alan, I like to feel your cock sliding all over my tummy. Can you put it back there?" She closed the distance between them again and rubbed her boobs into his chest.

He finally had to pick up his shorts from the ground and put them back on, then stuff his stiff engorged penis back inside them to get her to stop. He purposely held off from cumming because he had special plans for that particular load and didn't know how much more he could manage any time soon.

Alan looked around the room as he continued to hold and caress the naked Amy in his arms. He was fairly amazed to see the other females just sitting around patiently, in various states of undress. The last "kiss" alone had taken at least five minutes, but no one complained. Susan especially seemed to have a "let the lovebirds enjoy their moment" attitude - actually, more of a "let the lovebirds enjoy their moment while I enjoy sucking my own breasts" moment. Katherine's eyes shot daggers at him, but her hand was also frantically moving around underneath her skirt.

The fact was, all of them, even Suzanne, were too sexed up, too eager to please, and too under his thumb to object to his desires on this, even though he and they largely failed to fully realize this. For instance, the main reason Katherine didn't have a public fit was because, through her anger, it occurred to her that a fuck toy doesn't complain. Somehow, not complaining and thus reveling in her subservient role actually powerfully aroused her.

He said to his new girlfriend, "Okay Amy, that's how it is."

She grabbed his hand, and they held hands tightly. "M'kay!" she repeated. "I'm psyched!"

But he continued, "However, some bad news. Even though you're my girlfriend, I may not be able to be with you much in the near future. I'm grounded the rest of this week, and then I go to the hiking trip this weekend. So the first time we can go on a date I guess is next weekend."

"I can't wait!" said Amy joyfully. "You're the bestest, most amazingest boyfriend I could ever want! You've made me so very happy!" She pulled away from him, because she was so happy that she couldn't help but frolic. Thanks to all her cheerleading training, her frolicking was much like a cheerleading routine. The only difference was she was now doing her routine moves in front of her closest friends while utterly naked.

Alan watched her leg kicks with amusement, and after she calmed down a minute or two later, he continued, "I hope I can make you happy. Very happy. Even though we may not go on an official date soon, we'll be doing lots of fun things before then. Like this. Come here."

She obediently rushed to his side.

He put one of his hands back on her crotch and then stuffed three fingers right up her pussy. He wanted to see if he could go this far in front of everyone, but he needn't have bothered testing. He looked at Katherine, Susan, and Suzanne in the eye, one by one. All three of them have various gripes, but none of them said or did anything to stop him.

He smiled a very happy smile. Yes. This is how it's going to be. I'm going to fuck them all, separately and together. Nothing will stop me. Alan had never felt so elated in his life. Stranger, a sense of power swept through him, flush with the knowledge that so many beautiful women were obedient to his sexual wishes.

CHAPTER 11

Alan continued to explain things to Amy as she stood naked next to him, one of her hands petting the front of his shorts. Everyone else sat around in what little clothes they happened to have hanging on, watching the new couple. He talked with three of his fingers up her pussy, but he tried to act as if that was nothing unusual.

"One other thing you should know, Amy, is that Tuesday is a special day for me and my mom. Only she is allowed to pleasure me on Tuesdays."

"I knew that already, silly. Everybody knows that."

"Oh. Since that's today, I think it would be good if she does that right now in front of everyone so you can understand how things work, and see if you're okay with it and if she's okay with it. Susan, can you do the honors?"

Susan shyly nodded and stood up. She'd made huge strides in what she was willing to do in front of the others, most of it just in the past two days.

Alan took his erect penis out of his shorts yet again – it had been covered only a minute or two. He took his fingers out of Amy so he could fully enjoy what was coming.

He turned to Susan and smeared Amy's juices all over his mother's chest. Susan didn't seem to mind in the slightest. She always liked to get sexually tagged or marked. "I've been holding back my cum just for you, Mom. All this talk and kissing has me plenty hard. This will be number eight today, by the way. ... The numbering is something we should explain to Amy finally. She's gotten the gist, but we've never fully explained the six times a day treatment."

Susan was quickly becoming accustomed to getting sexual with Alan while Katherine was watching, and she was willing to do what she was told to do, but she nonetheless felt very nervous in front of a total of three other women. She tried to psych herself up. I have to do this. I have to show them all who is number one in Alan's heart. And show them who the best cocksucker is! I have to remember his words: "Thrust your chest out and proudly poke your tits high up in the air, because you have nothing to be ashamed about." I'm the boss around here, and his REAL girlfriend. Nobody can love him more than his mommy. It's only right if he makes me do this, because this is what I do now. I suck his cock and let him play with my body. That's my rightful role.

Her shirt still hung around her shoulders and her tits wobbled around freely. She arched her chest forward to emphasize and display her tits even better. She still wore a relatively long skirt, though as usual there was nothing underneath it except dripping pussy juices.

Alan and Amy were standing next to each other, while everyone else sat around on different couches that faced the TV.  Alan walked between couches towards the TV. He sat on a low table where everyone usually put their feet up while watching TV. From there, everyone could see him clearly. Susan got off the couch and fell to her knees before Alan. Everyone else leaned forwards in anticipation.

Susan didn't say a thing. She just leaned forward and began sucking Alan's penis. Doing such an act in front of just Suzanne, Katherine, or Amy alone would have been okay for her. But by doing it in front of all three, she felt like she was on stage in front of a crowd. Yet she found the feeling strangely exhilarating.

After about a minute of loud licking, Alan said, "Wait a minute, Mom. I think you're far too overdressed. Please get more comfortable."

Susan began pulling her shirt resting on her shoulders the rest of the way off.

"Wait," Alan said again. "Stand up while you take everything off."

So Susan put the shirt back in place and stood up. Alan's command made her feel even more like a subservient object on display to all for his amusement, and it drove her wild with lust. She stared at the ceiling, too embarrassed to make eye contact with anyone. She then started to take off both her shirt and dress at once, trying to get this humiliating experience over with as soon as possible, even as she enjoyed every second.

She took both items off in as seductive a manner as she could, but Alan still wasn't satisfied. "Wait," Alan said yet again, after she was all done. "Start over. Can't you do it more sexily? Actually, I want you to put on a strip show. Pretend you're the conservative Susan we all used to know. Put on one of your old dress shirts and act like the old mom even as you strip for us all."

Susan wordlessly walked to the underwear cabinet at the front of the house to get one of her old blouses that covered her up completely. The others could still watch her from the living room. She also put on a long dress that she now only wore when going outside the house.

"You think I'll do anything you say, don't you?" she said to her son in mock exasperated tones as she picked out clothes to wear.

"Let's see ... yes!" Alan replied with deft comic timing. Everyone laughed.

Susan quickly put on the blouse, saying to Alan, "How is it, that after being turned into this sexual ... addict, this predator, who wants to fuck his whole family and the neighbor's family as well, he even wants to fuck his own mother for crying out loud, how is it that you're still so cute and lovable?"

"Excellent mothering," Alan replied, both joking and serious at the same time.

Susan, now back in the living room, took that as a cue to begin her strip tease. Pretending that no one else was in the room, she said to Alan, "So, you think having your mother strip like some sleazy lap dancer constitutes excellent mothering? I'm shocked at you! Shocked!" Even as she said this, she began to unbutton her blouse and wiggle her butt.

"The very idea of nakedness – I find it appalling," Susan added, now parodying her old self. Her voice changed, sounding more terse and uptight. "It's almost as bad as sex, and we all know how bad that is." She completed unbuttoning all of her shirt buttons. "It's so improper!"

"But even worse than that are these two big things," she said as she briefly flashed her boobs and then closed her blouse. "God, how I hate them. Maybe I should have them reduced. What do you think Tiger, are they too big?" She opened her blouse all the way, as if to get Alan's feedback on having breast reduction surgery.

"Oh wait!" she said in mock horror, as she continued to wiggle her butt more enthusiastically, "You're not supposed to see those. Quick, look away!" She acted as if rebuttoning her blouse was not an option. Instead of trying to hide her tits, she cupped them from below with her hands, making them look even bigger than they already were.

"You're not looking away, Alan! If you stare at these too long, it will make you go blind, and you'll go to hell too, as a blind man. Wait, I have an idea. If I raise my skirt, that will distract your attention." She pulled her skirt up and exposed her hairy bush. She put on a very innocent but shocked face. "Oh no! I'm not supposed to be showing you that either! Whatever will I do?"

She herself considered what to do next to make her actions sexier. She wanted to make him forget all about Amy. In the meantime her wiggling turned into more of a dance, even though there was no music playing.

Alan considered getting up to turn on the stereo, but he realized he didn't want to miss even a second of the strip tease. He also realized that this was too good to watch without being pleasured at the same time. Susan was now standing a ways from him. So he snapped his fingers in Katherine's direction, and beckoned her with his eyes. As he'd hoped, she crawled over to him and stroked his penis, even though her heart was heavy at this Amy-as-girlfriend news.

As Katherine's fingers skillfully played up and down Alan's penis, he thought, This evening is so perfect. Everything is going my way. And I'm learning that I can get any of these women to do anything I want, in front of anyone else. They don't want to fall behind in the competition. I'm in control now.

But just after he said this, Katherine painfully pulled and twisted on his penis. He looked down and saw part angry, part apologetic expression on her face. He realized that was her way of saying, "You'd better believe we're going to talk about this Amy idea later." The point made, she continued stroking more pleasantly.

Suddenly an idea came to Susan. "Oh, I know! I'll cup my hand over my most private part, so at least you won't be able to see all of that. I mean, really! Having my son look at me there, why the very thought is just so improper!" One hand continued to hold up the dress while the other cupped her bush.

She realized her hands were working at cross purposes, so she went on, "But now Alan can see my tits and I don't have any hands free to cover them up! Oh excuse me, I mean my breasts. Tit: what a vulgar word! Uck! I should wash my mouth out with soap just for saying such a foul thing. Oh wait, I just forgot I'm all out of soap. I guess I'll just have to put something else in my mouth that's long and hard and thick and slippery. I can't possibly think of what that could be, but later on I'll close my eyes, and Tiger, you can surprise me with something. You always know just the right thing to put in your mommy's mouth."

Susan stared hungrily at Alan's crotch, with her daughter's hand sliding up and down its slippery shaft, and she felt an uncontrollable need to crawl over to it and impale it deep into her mouth. She didn't care about having to share it; in fact, in her current sexed up mood she thought it would be all the better if she and Katherine could lick it, and each other, to death.

But she realized her blowjob fantasies were taking her out of the character she was supposed to be playing, so she resumed her strip tease show. She said, "But anyway, what to do about my, uh, breasts? I'd better take my skirt off all the way, so I can free up a hand to cover them."

Susan used both hands to pull the skirt all the way off, leaving her more naked than before. All that remained was the blouse hanging wide open. One hand returned to her bush and the other cupped a tit, doing more to thrust it out than cover it. "Ah, that's better," she said, as she continued to sway and gyrate to the music in her head. "Although one breast is still exposed, I suspect this is as good as I can do. Alan, you're not looking at your mother's disturbingly erect nipples, are you? I don't know how that happened; it must be the cold air."

Alan just shook his head no. He didn't want to interrupt her creative monologue. He couldn't help but chuckle at her "cold air" comment - the collective heat coming off of everyone was literally heating up the room, and Susan especially was now sweating profusely.

"No, you say," she said to him, ignoring his laughter. "And I guess it's true, but only because you're still looking between my legs. Why are you looking there? Is it because you think I'm masturbating myself?" Susan started vigorously frigging herself as she was saying this, and the hand on her tit moved to squeeze the nipple. "Are you looking at my CUNT? Oops, I shouldn't say that word. Why would you think such unseemly things of your mother? Can women even masturbate? I didn't even know that. Well, if you persist in staring there, I'd better do something else to hide myself. Let's see..."

Alan could guess what was coming next, and sure enough, he was right. She said, "Maybe if I turn around then you won't be able to see my naughty bits." She pivoted, now exposing her backside to Alan and the rest. Since she'd already lost the skirt, there was nothing to hide her fine, firm ass. As if there was any doubt of what a magnificent ass it was, she bent further over and proudly thrust it out toward the others.

She got more into the dance she was doing, swaying her hips from side to side. "Oh shit!" she finally said. "Pardon my vulgar language - Tiger, you'll just have to stuff my mouth even more with that lovely soap bar of yours - but I just realized you can see my rear end now! Whatever will I do?"

She got even more into the dancing and stopped trying to carry on a dialogue. She still wore the open blouse, but as she danced she slowly but surely pulled the arms free and slid out of her blouse altogether. Then she dramatically whirled the blouse around her head a few times and let it fly across the room, just like a real stripper would. She kept dancing completely nude. The utter silence from the lack of music was a bit disconcerting, but somehow made it all even more captivating.

Susan had started the strip tease burning with embarrassment, but now that she was fully into it, she didn't feel embarrassed in the slightest. She reveled in her sexuality and was having the time of her life. She went from being ashamed of the crowd to wishing that there were even more people to see her wanton display.

She threw her arms up in the air, and danced like an exotic belly dancer or gypsy, wiggling her stomach and repeatedly thrusting out her hips. Then, after a while, she began running her hands all over her ass and other parts of her body until finally she returned to openly masturbating herself. Soon her gyrations had less to do with the timing of the music in her head and more to do with the needs of her body.

She suddenly came out of her masturbation stance and threw her arms into the air again, stretching her whole body out as if in the height of ecstasy (which she was - she had another intense orgasm as she did this).

Alan had heard of people mentally taking a picture, but he fully understood what that could mean: time seemed to freeze and the image of his mother in rapture etched into a memory he knew he'd never forget.

As he sat there, watching her exultation and hearing her scream of joy, it occurred to him, This is not just about me, or about sex. And this is way, way more than just about the strip tease dance. For Mom, this is about freedom. Liberation. She's throwing off the chains of convention and conformity that kept her down her whole life. It's like I can see the chains coming off at this very moment as the dancing frees her. She's fully embracing her true self, and it turns out she's a very sexual person. To think that she might have gone through life without ever discovering this! Such a close call, and her opening up is all because of my freak medical problem. What a tragic waste life would have been without that, for all of us. Wow.

But even as he was having this intellectual epiphany brought on by her dancing, his body was having a physical reaction to the same sexy sight. Somehow, the notion that his mother was so wantonly letting go in the middle of the living room, the same room where they'd opened Christmas presents and watched Super Bowls every year, was more than he could take. He would have erupted even without Katherine's hands busily jerking him off. As his penis started to explode with cum, he simply said to his sister, "Aim for Mom."

Katherine pointed his penis as if pointing a gun. His ropes flew a few feet forward, right into Susan's legs.

At that, Susan's whole body began to buckle and shake, and she fell to her knees, unable to stand. That also allowed Katherine to aim Alan's shooting penis at a higher arc towards Susan's chest. Susan continued with one of the most intense orgasms of her life, as she arched her back and thrust her chest out to catch all the flying cum. Everyone was quiet as can be except for her. She made up for their silence by incoherently crying out as loudly as she'd ever shrieked. She collapsed on the floor, completely spent.

There was a stunned silence broken only by her heavy breathing. Then Alan clapped, and the rest joined in enthusiastically. Susan seemed to "come to" and felt very self-conscious again. She blushed furiously, but also was still relaxed enough to stand up and take a good-natured bow to the audience. She was surprised to note that everyone was completely nude now. It was as if her dance was so hot that no one could stand to bear the burden of any clothing whatsoever.

CHAPTER 12

Susan continued to stand in front of the others for a minute, reveling in the attention even as a part of her felt like fleeing from it. Everyone complimented her performance. Seeing the looks in everyone's eyes, she wondered if the three other women were all keen on having sex with her. That would be wrong. So wrong. But I should do anything - anything - to help Alan. Maybe he'll make me please them all, one after another. Maybe he'll even fuck me right now in front of everybody, and then have me do all of them once he's through with me. Whenever I obey his commands I end up feeling so good. I'm here just to serve him. I must obey his every wish no matter what he tells me to do!

These thoughts tingled her with electric excitement, even though some part of her knew that she was high on sexual energy just like a drug, and that when she "came down" later she'd regret fantasies like this one.

Finally she looked down and saw Alan's hard member swaying a few feet away from her. That caused her to remember why she had to take her clothes off in the first place. It was still recovering from shooting off a couple of minutes before, but that didn't slow her down. She crawled over to her usual spot between Alan's legs and pushed Katherine away. She wanted it to fill her mouth until she gagged on the sheer fullness of cock stuffing her throat.

She said, "Tiger, I think it's time you wash my mouth out with soap for using such filthy language. I'll close my eyes and open my mouth and you put whatever you want inside it, because I've been such a bad girl."

Alan's rapidly recovering penis had been dangling inches from her mouth as she said this. He moved his hips forward and that put the penis through her lips. She took it in as deep as she could, though she didn't try to fully deep throat it, as she knew she wasn't trained for that yet.

But as soon as it was all the way in, she opened her mouth with mock horror, pretending she was her old self who would never have even conceived of such a thing. Even as she sucked, her stuffed mouth managed to say, "Awwan, wha kinda thoap ith thith? Tho wery unpwoper!" Alan grabbed the back of her head and pretended to force her to keep sucking, but in reality she needed no encouragement at all, and attacked it with renewed vigor. Alan could hardly believe his penis was fully hard again, though feeling pained at such an assault of stimulation.

Alan moved his hands to her butt and kept them there. He felt up her pussy, and saw she was dripping wet already. Alan asked, "Amy, does this bother you, seeing us like this?" Susan had eased up a bit on her oral assault so he could last longer.

Amy replied fairly honestly. "No. Well, actually it does make me jealous a little bit. You know, I'm wishing I wasn't just watching." Amy was also more than a little jealous with just how sexy and slutty Susan could act. She knew she couldn't put on half as good a performance, at least, not yet.

"That's understandable," said Alan. "If it makes you feel better, you can masturbate yourself, or have Katherine help you out."

"That's okay. Maybe next time. I want to concentrate on watching so I can learn to do better."

"Good," said Alan assuredly. "You'll have a lot of chances to watch and learn. Around here, since just one parent basically raises us, Mom pretty much calls the shots. And lately, as I'm sure you've noticed, she's been in favor of giving me lots of blowjobs." Alan was now vigorously rubbing his hand on the outside of his mother's vagina, stroking her hairy bush as if he was petting a cat. She feebly tried to swat his arm away, but that was only for show. "So if she orders it, we all have to oblige. If she ordered me to fuck her pussy until she couldn't walk, I'd have no choice but to do it."

Susan answered, "Don't worry, everybody, I'd never ask Alan to do that. And Alan's a good boy. He stays away from my uh, pussy." She sincerely believed it herself, but she would have been a lot more convincing to everyone else if she didn't have to take Alan's penis out of her mouth to say it. Not being buck-naked with Alan's hand blatantly violating her rules by probing her bush even as she said, "he stays away from my pussy" would have helped her credibility as well.

As soon as those words were out of her mouth, Alan responded by pushing two fingers into her pussy. Her only response was a loud moan and more breathless heaving of her lungs.

Both he and his mother acted as if his fingers weren't where they were, and neither of them said a word about it. But Alan thought to himself, I actually have my fingers in my mother's cunt! Yes! At least I've got something up there. Yeah. This feels so good. But what'll feel even better is when I replace it with something thicker, heh-heh. I just KNOW I'm going to fuck her, and soon! She's so horny all the time that one of these days she gonna break down completely and say the magic words. She's gonna get on her knees and beg me to fuck her. And I will!

Actually, I'm fucking her right now! My fingers are my penis, and I'm fucking my mother! I'm a motherfucker! Alan liked this idea so much that he really let her have it, and forcefully dug deeper and deeper into her pussy with each thrust. She responded in kind by sucking and licking his penis with even more than her usual great enthusiasm. It was as if they were in a frenzy.

Perhaps surprisingly, the other three behaved themselves and didn't masturbate to the sexy scene. Probably this was because Suzanne didn't want things to get even more sexual with Amy there, and the other two followed her lead. With both of them going at each other like jackhammers ripping through concrete, Alan knew he couldn't last long, and he didn't.

Susan reached her climax at the same time. It was no ordinary climax, partly thanks to Alan's hand digging a hole to China right through Susan's pussy. But it was also due to her realization that he shouldn't be touching there at all, and the sensation of the eyes of her friends upon her. She came hard, loud, and repeatedly. She'd never felt the joy of cum exploding into her mouth at the exact same time that her pussy seemed to explode with an overwhelming sensation.

When she was done, she lay down on the ground between a couch and the table. She was a sweaty, dripping heap of exhausted ecstasy. She thought, once she was again capable of thought, There's only one thing I know, and that's I have to feel like that again, and soon. Mommy got a nice reward for all her hard licking and sucking. Tiger is such a good boy to give him mommy such a big, wet reward. Double reward. Mmmm. Yum.

She looked up at Alan and said, "Thank you for teaching my mouth a lesson in using naughty words like tit. Oh shit! I said tit again! Oh shit! I said shit too, and tit even more! Oh well. Looks like you're going to have to wash my mouth out with your cock, let's see, one, two, three, four, five, six more times tonight. Oh no, seven, because cock is a dirty word too. Oops! I said it again! Make that eight!" Everyone had a hearty laugh. "You're going to have to fuck my mouth eight times. Oh wait. Fuck is a dirty word too. Make it nine. Oh wait..." She finally stopped when her voice was drowned out by laughter.

She joined in and they all laughed until it hurt. Then they just sat around and smiled at each other. It might have seemed strange to an outsider, but there was a heavy feeling of love in the air, as well as sex. Events like this just seemed to tie everyone together close than before.

Alan eventually broke the silence. "So that's how it works around here," he said to Amy with great understatement.

CHAPTER 13

Alan would have liked to stay in the living room and play with all the naked women around him. It seemed like a real breakthrough evening and he wanted to take advantage of the increasingly permissive attitude to bust through more of Susan's boundaries. He especially wanted to get her more used to committing sexual acts in front of the others. But he realized that he had to take care of Katherine's feelings first.

He took his sister to her room so they could privately discuss Amy's new official girlfriend status. He dressed on the way over, thinking that would help create a serious mood for a serious discussion, but she didn't bother.

She started crying before he could even talk. She complained, "I thought I was number one in your heart! I want to be your number one fuck toy! Why won't you let me? Am I not sexy enough? Are my tits not big enough? Even though my tits aren't the biggest, I'm still your sister and you should love me!"

"I do love you! It's not that! It's just that I'm spread thin between all the beautiful and eager..."

She didn't give him a chance to finish. They sat side by side on her bed, but she impulsively got up and literally pinned Alan down to the bed and shoved her pussy in his face in a frustrated attempt to get Alan to forget Amy. "I'm a great fuck! Aren't I? Don't you want to fuck me?" She cried even more intently even as she tried to sexily smother him with pussy.

He was forced to push her off, frustrating her even more. He held her for a while, and let her frustrated tears come to an end.

Then he tried to calmly talk to her. He told her as he wiped away her tears, "You know I love you more than Amy, don't you? I don't usually say that kind of stuff, but you're my sister, and as great as she is, she's only my neighbor. I love you."

She nodded weakly, her eyes still red. Tears still rolled down her cheeks and fell into her lap.

Alan's heart nearly broke at the sight of her crying. Her wide, innocent eyes could look as sad as a forlorn puppy dog. He felt swayed by her heartfelt emotion, but knew he couldn't have her as his official girlfriend, so he kept his resolve. "There are just certain things society can't let us do. You know that."

"I know. But fuck society!" She sniffed as a few new tears rolled down her face.

He shook his head no. "We can't do that. For one, you have to realize that it's completely impossible for brother and sister to be publicly going out together, even if we ARE both adopted from different families. Yet I need a public girlfriend. My friends have been increasingly teasing me about not having one. It's more than just a little bit ironic that they still think I'm a virgin, but they do. Having Amy as a girlfriend will also protect her from the constant stream of boys only interested in having a fuck from one of the school's most desired girls. She's so clueless that she needs a lot of protection. And lately, more and more girls have been trying to go out with me. Honestly, a couple of the most beautiful girls in school have asked me out just in the last week. Of course I turned them down. But what if something strikes a perfect chord and I'm asked out by a girl who sweeps me away and makes me feel like I used to feel with Christine? Do you want me to be available like that, where anything can happen?"

She ground her teeth, fiercely possessive. "No! Of course not." His line of reasoning was working. She was far more worried about another Christine-type personality than she was about Amy.

He saw her reaction and decided to focus on that point. "Well then. Look. I love Amy in a protective way like I'd feel towards a younger sister, and I love her in a physical way, too. I like spending time with her, but I don't feel a deep, soul to soul connection. I'm looking for a strong, independent woman who's smart and challenges me with strong, intelligent opinions. Amy is too passive and accepting to be like that. Christine is like that, but she lost her chance. I'm soooo over her. You're like that too, especially if you'd pay more attention to doing well in school. You're so smart, but don't really apply yourself. You're the one that I want, forever."

He let that sink in, and then continued, "Amy would make a good ... mistress. Maybe when we're done with high school, the three of us can go to college in the same town. We could change our last names, and you and I could be boyfriend and girlfriend, openly. Amy could be my mistress. Our mistress. I think she'd accept that, and even welcome it. I'll make sure to steer her in that direction. In fact, I won't even have to try. She'll love it."

"That sounds so good." Katherine momentarily dreamed of being his wife, with Amy as their mutual mistress. But then she returned to the current situation. "I'm still upset, but I guess I can live. I was so afraid you'd forget all about me when you said you'd go out with her. ... But you and Amy are one grade ahead of me. You'll be in another town for a whole year without me!"

"Don't worry, we'll work something out. We're rich. We can do whatever we want." He kissed her lightly on the cheek.

She forced a smile, but was still pensive.

He added, "I'll tell you what. I'll make you a deal. For every time I fuck Amy, I'll fuck you at least twice. How does that sound?"

"Now you're talking!" She threw her arms around him and they kissed much more.

After some kissing, Katherine interrupted to say, "You know, speaking of being a mistress, I've taken to calling you 'Master' when I'm with Suzanne. It turns me on so much to imagine that I'm literally your slave, your sex slave, and forced to do your every whim. I know how much it turns you on. The idea of being a slave turns Suzanne on too, I can tell. But she's won't admit it to herself and doesn't use that word. Yet. She's too proud. And of course Mom is a total goner, in complete thrall to your cock. But anyways, the point is, I think Amy will love being your mistress. I know she will. It fits her personality so well. And you're such a good master. So kind and fair."

"Come on. I'm not your master. I'm your brother!"

"I know! Isn't it great? You my brother AND my master! Two great tastes that go great together! Though funnily enough, both taste like cum." She giggled with pure delight, and licked her lips.

"Sis, let's talk about this later, okay? I've had enough emotional upheaval for one evening. I'm happy with you just as my sister."

"Okay, Master. Whatever you say. Your sister-slave happily obeys her well-hung fuck monster brother. I'm going to make you forget all about Amy by being the best, most obedient fuck you've ever had. Let your fuck toy make you feel good! She wants you to fuck her right now!" She threw herself around him again.

"Fuck toy? Sister-slave? Come on! I thought that was just sexy talk." He was disturbed, but also terribly aroused. He tried to hide his arousal, though.

She looked at him intently. "No. How many times do I have to tell you? Your fuck toy takes her responsibilities very seriously. And she needs to make you feel so good that you pass out with joy. Every day."

"But what about my desire for a strong, independent, intelligent woman?"

"No prob, Big Brother. I'll be your strong, independent, intelligent fuck toy! Okay, scratch the independent part, as I'm an obedient cum slave with no free will except for a constant desire to be fucked. But two out of three ain't bad. I know you as well as anyone, and I know what you like. Strong and intelligent is good, and I can do that too, but deep down, you want a SLAVE. Who doesn't? And the beautiful thing is, I want to be your slave. Isn't it wonderful how it works out?"

Alan was very surprised at all this and wanted to discuss it some more, but had no chance as his sister practically attacked him. She pushed him back down into the bed.

As she nearly tore his shirt off, she said, "If you're going to fuck me twice for every time you fuck Amy, you'd better get a head start right now!" With a quick tug, she brought his shorts down past his feet and then threw them across the room. Then she lay on top of him, grabbed his penis, and tried to pull it in towards her pussy.

Alan still wanted to keep his vow to not fuck at home, and was still worried about getting caught. His mother was sliding further into sexual oblivion every day, but Alan knew that seeing her children fuck each other would still freak her out in a big way, especially since both of them were already grounded for violating her rules. So Alan struggled with his sister and fought to keep his penis out of her hole. Finally, he grabbed her roughly by the hair and guided her head down over his penis.

Realizing what he wanted, she stopped struggling. She fell to her knees at the foot of the bed and assumed a cocksucking stance with head bowed low. She thought that would help show how serious she was about her subservience. Plus it just plain turned her on to be an obedient cocksucker. She made a salute, and said, "Number One Fuck Toy reporting for cocksucking duty, sir."

"Cut that out." He worried about cumming before she even got started, just from her words.

"Master, forgive me for my enthusiasm. Your sex slave sister loves you. She loves you the most. Amy barely knows you, compared to me. I'll show HER! ... Now your fuck toy is going to prove her love and suck you off better than Amy could ever even imagine." She immediately grasped his penis and began sucking contentedly.

It's just like giving a pacifier to a baby, he thought to himself as he listened to her happy slurps. But a hell of a lot more fun! Obey your master, you slut slave! You cum slut fuck toy!

He was too shy to say this out loud, however, and immediately felt bad for calling his sister a slut even in his own thoughts. What the hell am I thinking? That's wrong. I'll have to talk to her about this later. It's not healthy for our long term relationship for her to act like this. This is all very disturbing. The way I just snapped my fingers earlier, and she came crawling to my penis like an eager... well, like a slave. It's wrong! I'm being corrupted by power. We really need to talk ... and discuss how we... But oh! Oh my God! So good! Just like that, Sis! ... Right on! Yeah!

They repeated what was by now the standard procedure: she sucked him off until he was on the verge of cumming, and then they rested, giving his penis a "second wind." The two of them had much to discuss, and they talked some more during these breaks. Admittedly, Katherine had her fingers or even her mouth wrapped around Alan's penis through much of the discussion. But she kept the stimulation to a minimum during his breaks. Sometimes she just liked to rest his penis inside her mouth so she could feel its presence there.

Alan didn't criticize her fuck toy sex slave ideas, as he thought that might ruin her cocksucking mood. He figured that discussion could wait until when he wasn't feeling so aroused. Instead, he soothed her emotions about the Amy girlfriend idea. He repeatedly complimented her and professed his love. That only made her want to suck him off even more enthusiastically. When Alan finally came he hardly had any cum to give, but he wasn't as perturbed about it as he'd been the night before. He'd given up copious amounts of pre-cum as well in her near solid hour of licking. He was amazed at how much fluid he was losing lately.

Thanks entirely to Alan's self-control, the two of them successfully refrained from fucking even though both very much wanted to fuck each other as another way to reaffirm their mutual affection. She gave him the best and most prolonged blowjob she'd yet given. As usual, she came much more than he did. She got so excited from the blowjob that just lightly touching her clit set her off, more than once.

Alan was left very sexually satisfied. But he was also very aware that it was a Tuesday, and he knew that he likely hadn't seen or felt the last of Susan. So he and his sister rested some more until he was ready to face more action from his double-decker mother.

CHAPTER 14

Back in the living room, Suzanne and Susan conferred with Amy. Suzanne insisted they all put their clothes back on, as she didn't want to further Amy's fondness for constant nudity. The two mothers explained the entire story of Alan's "six times a day" medical treatment, now that Alan had indicated Amy should be in the know. In actual fact, the lies Alan had told Amy, such as how his penis was "sad" and by making it "happy" he'd get more energy, were fairly compatible with his medical treatment reality (if it could be called "medical treatment"). In any case, Amy took it all in stride, as she usually did. But the story took a long time to tell.

Over an hour later, Alan and Katherine emerged back in the living room. It was nearly eleven o'clock and everyone was getting tired. Alan walked back out wearing shorts, though he figured they wouldn't stay on or at least zipped up for long. He announced, "I'm horny again. I was thinking that Mom could help me out, since it's still her special day."

Susan's eyes lit up and she stood up, ready for action. As she pulled her T-shirt off over her head, she proclaimed proudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner!"

Alan smiled and was once again struck by just how young she looked. But he added, "However, Mom, today is a special day for me and Amy too. I know you and I haven't really had much time alone today, but how about we go back to your double bed with Amy? As you suck my cock, this time you can carefully explain to Amy what you're doing, and have her practice on the spot. She's really only sucked me off once, yesterday, and other than that she's completely inexperienced."

Susan grudgingly agreed, "Well, all right. It is her special day, it seems. But next Tuesday you're all mine. Okay?"

He nodded, and the three of them headed upstairs. Alan and Amy held hands, which delighted Amy to no end.

That left just Katherine and Suzanne in the room. Even though the evening's events were helpful to Suzanne's overall scheme, she felt a bit sad and marginalized. "Did you notice?" Suzanne said to Katherine ruefully, "We're left on the outside again. You would think that any young man would want to fuck a body like mine, but I can't compete with the taboo of mother fucking, and I'm too old to be his girlfriend."

"Oh, don't worry too much," Katherine sympathized. She was feeling a lot better and more optimistic after his explanations and some sexual time with him. "This ebbs and flows. Right now Susan and Amy are getting all the attention tonight, but tomorrow may be more of your day. I know I've had my days. Our master does his best to make everyone happy. We just have to wait our turn, and then give him our best."

Suzanne wanted to say, But I'm the one who started this whole thing! I should be the one getting the most rewards! Jesus. A couple of weeks ago I had him running behind me like Pavlov's dog. But it's slipped away from me. However, she knew she couldn't say that to Katherine or anyone else, so she kept her mouth shut. And what's with this whole subservience craziness that seems to be infecting everyone to one degree or another? "Master"? Give me a break! Maybe that's why I'm losing my touch. I don't understand the psychology of what's happening to the others. Or even what's happening to me, to be honest. We're in uncharted waters here. There's something about the competition for his attention that's bringing out strangely subservient feelings in everyone.

She thought for a few seconds, and concluded, God, I want to fuck him so bad. Yes. If saying "Master" would get him to fuck me, then I'd say it. But not with any enthusiasm. Hell, I'd probably rob a bank to get fucked by that loving, lovely stud. I had no idea when this all started that he'd turn into a living sex machine. I've got it so bad, and it gets worse every day.

But she didn't want to discuss these things either. So she and Katherine commiserated in general terms about Amy and Alan instead.

Back in Susan's master bedroom, Susan, Alan, and Amy got completely nude. Alan sat in the middle of the bed and the two women sat on each side of him. Susan explained to Amy the finer points on jacking off and sucking a penis, and pleasing a man generally.

The lessons quickly became "hands on." Susan was a big believer in the "teaching through experience" method. For a while the two females merely took turns lightly fondling his penis while Susan pointed out and discussed all the different parts of his anatomy. She'd developed names for some of her favorite cocksucking techniques - the Candy Cane Stripes, the Lollipop, the Ice Cream Cone, the Second Cunt, and so on. She unselfishly taught them to Amy (though she kept a couple of her most effective ones to herself). First she'd show Amy the technique by practicing it on Alan. Then Amy would practice it a couple of times. They talked all the while, and everyone learned new things about the ins and outs of penis stimulation and what each of them liked best.

With each new lesson, there was less talking and more licking and sucking. Before long, both Susan and Amy had their tongues on Alan's penis at the same time. All attempts at conversation stopped, as words merely got in the way of their total devotion to pleasuring him.

Susan generally licked one side and Amy the other, but periodically they would bump their heads together or their tongues would find each other. They would also kiss each other, but not for too long because that would leave Alan monetarily neglected, and nothing was more important to either of them than pleasing Alan and keeping the waves of pleasure flowing in his penis. Periodically they switched to taking turns sucking him in all the way.

Both Amy and Susan were very vocal. Susan liked to say "Mmmm," varying in intensity from one moment to another. Amy also hummed and mmmmed, but she liked to let out little squeals and shrieks when something particularly delighted her (which was often).

Amy repeatedly tried out all the things she'd learned. At one point, she exclaimed, "Cocksucking is fun! This is super neato."

Susan stopped licking to warn, like some kind of sexual training guru, "You like it now. But do you think you can handle doing it every day, day after day? Even several times a day? Do you have what it takes - the tongue, the jaws, the lips - to be his official girlfriend?"

"Sure. At least, I think so. For one thing, it's so yummy. Even this pre-cum stuff. And licking makes me all tingly down below. But if I get tired sometimes, that's just more cock for you, right?"

"Hmm. Good point." Susan smiled mischievously. "Don't knock yourself out too much, then." Susan resumed slurping.

Alan's mother meanwhile made sure that his balls were fondled and his anus probed by at least one of them at all times. Amy seemed to have a special knack for stimulating his anus (near daily practice on Katherine's ass certainly didn't hurt). It was all so pleasurable that it nearly drove him insensible.

Susan found she liked sharing the cocksucking experience. It's like watching your friend eat your favorite food for the first time, and seeing them enjoy it so much, she mused. Plus, we suck Alan off so much better as two, and that's the main point. It's such fun to see him moan in ecstasy like this. I feel so much pleasure and pride seeing my son have a great orgasm.

Amy was her usual enthusiastic self. She seemed completely unfazed sharing Alan's penis with his mother, and was very generous in sharing penis access.

Alan of course was ecstatic at having these two women on him at once for the first time. I should have more of this tag-teaming. This is so cool! And with this I can please two women at once. It's getting hard to keep everyone satisfied. This dual blow setup is so good it's almost criminal! It's almost TOO good. I could seriously lose my mind if I get pleasure like this every day. He marveled at the length of time his penis had been tongued today, and the number of different tongues used. But he was also weary, and his penis was weary too.

Between four busy hands, two tongues, and two sets of lips, his penis could only last so long. Alan decided to shoot into his mother's mouth, to help make clear Amy's position in things. He called out, "I'm ready to shoot off another cum load. Mom suck my dick while my girlfriend sucks my balls!"

But very little cum came out. Alan took a minute to explain why to Amy. "This isn't very common, but after a busy day of blowjobs like today, sometimes my penis just runs out of cum. That's a sign that it's time to stop."

She replied, partly confused, "M'kay. So we suck you off all day until you run out of cum. Then we stop. Right?"

"Not exactly. I'll explain it better later." Then he asked her, "Did you like that? Did you like sharing my dick with my mom? I hope you did 'cos you're going to be doing a lot more of that soon."

Amy merely replied, "'M'kay! That's fun! I like sharing!" Turning happily to Susan, she added, "We make a pretty good team!"

The limber girl hopped over Alan's legs and tackled Susan. She started kissing her and proceeded to lick a few strands of cum from Susan's lips and face. Alan chuckled at Amy's enthusiasm. Susan relaxed and returned Amy's affection. They shared Alan's cum with a brief kiss. Amy seemed as guileless and friendly as an eager puppy dog.

When they reached a pause, Alan asked his mother, "How about you, Mom? How did you like that sharing? I hope you did, because I expect you to do much more of that from now on. I want to see you doing that with Sis and with Suzanne too."

Susan's pussy tingled at Alan's tacit command to share his penis in the future, and the way he assumed she would obey. She loved it when he acted controlling. "Of course, Son. Sign me up for any cocksucking deed or duty. Though your mommy isn't ever allowed to fuck you, she's going to more than make up for it in the cocksucking department."

Her pussy tingled even more at Amy's easy acceptance of these ideas and Amy's general malleability. I know it's kind of a naughty thought, but I could really enjoy playing with Amy's body some more. No wonder Tiger wants her as his girlfriend. She has such a lovely bubble butt. I wouldn't even mind licking down there, between her legs. I'd like to get to know that butt a little better. Her cunt has a nice aroma, too. ... Oh dear! I really am turning into a lesbian, aren't I? I'll have to talk this over with Suzanne. She'll set me straight. She always knows just how to handle things. Maybe if I fondle Suzanne's body a lot, then I won't desire Amy's... No. These are just the kind of thoughts I have when my mind is all fogged up with sex like it is now. Tomorrow I'll come to my senses. I've been in some kind of sexual wonderland just about the entire day long! Must be because it's Tuesday. Tomorrow we'll have to be better, more responsible.

Even though Susan had a sexually exhausting day, she knew she'd masturbate repeatedly all night long, reliving the day's experiences and dreaming of future ones.

Alan kissed Amy and Susan goodnight and went to bed without even bothering to do such routine things like brush his teeth. Both he and Susan were too exhausted to have any special kind of "goodnight kiss."

Just before dozing off, it occurred to Alan, I've cum, let's see - nine times today. It sure feels like more, though. Double that, at least. So much stimulation, but I was pretty careful in limiting the actual orgasms. I'm gonna have to do more of that if I have any chance of surviving the repeated attacks of this naked army. It was only this morning when Mom was reluctantly kissing Sis, and now she's kissing and sucking everything that moves. I can't wait until tomorrow, especially the card game with Brenda.

I just hope Mom doesn't go all moral again. After a day like today she's bound to have at least some qualms, like a drunk waking up with a painful hangover after an all-out binge. By all rights, I should take a week off to recover from a day like today, especially after yesterday. But I'm going to have to get Mom sucking first thing tomorrow morning and keep her that way to stop her from going seriously prudish on me.

He fell into a deep sleep right away without taking time to seriously ponder his incredible luck at having such a willing and sharing "girlfriend." Such things he treated as givens. Mere weeks ago he'd never kissed a girl, but such a world was almost inconceivable to him now. His also didn't take time to ponder his growing concerns, such as his sister's slave fetish and a feeling that all these activities were distorting and corrupting his personality.

Neither Susan nor Alan even noticed then or later that she had failed to "check his penis for abnormalities" even once that day, the supposed whole point of her "special attention" to him on Tuesdays. Excuses like abnormality checks were no longer necessary. Susan knew every inch of Alan's penis so very intimately by now that there was no point in having special checks even if they had really served a valid purpose. She was content in her role as her son's cocksucker, even if she was just one of many.

But deep down she wanted more. That night, she had another dream where Alan fucked her silly. It seemed incredibly real, but when she woke up, she was crushed to discover her pussy was still achingly empty of his hot, throbbing penis.

Katherine eventually went to bed and left Suzanne all alone downstairs in the living room. Suzanne was dressed in a robe, as she was going to take a shower to get all the sex smells off of her before returning home (she'd been forced to do that a lot lately). But first she just sat on the couch and thought. She was uncertain.

I just don't understand. What happened today - was that good or bad? Technically it's good - the complete free-for-all Plummer family orgy I've been dreaming about is almost here. Things become looser and more sexual daily. Certainly this was a big, big day for Susan's progress, and that's the main road block to total sexual freedom for us all. But what about Amy? She's my Achilles heel. I don't know what to do with her. I can't tell her to stop, but I don't want her to go further. There has to be a way to turn this to my advantage, but I can't see it yet.

The problem is, I'm not in complete control here. Alan really took charge today with his Amy idea. That surprised me. I never factor her into my sexual plans, and that's my main failing. I should have seen this coming! I have to get back on track and regain control of the speed and direction things are going. I can't let my overwhelming urge to fuck Alan fog my brain. Starting tomorrow I'll have to develop some new schemes, especially to solve this whole Amy problem.

And what am I going to do about Katherine and Susan? They're so enthusiastic that they're starting to make me seem like the prudish one! Susan especially. She's become the cocksucking queen. Even though I'm better in technique, no one can beat her enthusiasm. She's channeling all her repressed desires to get fucked into a superhuman cocksucking joy. And both of them have the taboo relationship forbidden fruit thing going that I can't compete with. I've gotta figure out how to leap ahead of them somehow, so I can be my Sweetie's favorite. This is going to be tough!

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