Alan was very sexually exhausted and quite hungry. But he decided his lunch time was better spent getting a blowjob from Glory, fucking Janice, and fucking Heather's ass. So he didn't mind the hunger pangs as he frantically drove up to Los Angeles, hoping that if he hurried he wouldn't be too late to his appointment with the "psychiatrist" Xania "Goodleigh."
Walking into Xania's office, he was pleased to look at a clock and see that he'd almost made it on time. Susan and Katherine satin the waiting room - they had apparently just returned from lunch. Alan looked at his mother and sister and noted, with pleasure, how happy and relaxed they appeared. Obviously the psychiatrist session had been going very well.

Susan in particular looked like she would slide off her chair and collapse into a puddle if she got any more relaxed. Alan noticed that she seemed to absent-mindedly rub her own nipples through her dress, which was a common enough sight at home, but an extremely unusual thing for her to be doing in such a semi-public place. But she was coherent enough to say, "Tiger, I'm so glad to see you. I think Xania is ready to see you. She's so perceptive! It's incredible. I'm sure you'll find this VERY useful." She eyed him hungrily as he walked into Xania's office.

Alan was momentarily flabbergasted by Xania's beauty, in the same way Katherine and Susan were when they first met her a few hours earlier. Shit! Her body and even her hair is just like Mom's. She's wearing glasses, too. And she's tall, like Mom. But she has the same sort of sultry and commanding presence that Suzanne has. I thought there could only be two six foot tall, big-titted Amazon sex goddesses on Earth, but it looks like there are three. Oh my God! She's got such high heels on too. That alone gets me so hard. It's like an invitation saying, "Look at my legs. Don't you want to fuck me?" Jesus, that's a very tight, revealing business suit. What legs! What an ass! How will I be able to concentrate at all, looking at her?

Xania couldn't resist "accidentally" modeling her body for Alan. After they formally shook hands, she made sure to bend over her desk and fiddle with some papers so Alan could really get to know what a nice ass she had. But soon she took her chair and they got down to business.

Alan was relieved that the psychiatrist couch was facing the opposite direction from Xania, so he wouldn't have to look at her all the time and thus could think in her presence. Xania began by saying, "Alan, I know a lot already from the sessions earlier today, so let's cut to the chase. I'm very eager to hear what you have to say. Please tell me about your feelings for your mother and sister."

"Doctor, what I say doesn't leave this room, right?"

"Not without your permission. If for instance, I think there's something I'd like you to share with the others later, I'll ask you first."

"Then I'll be completely honest. Okay. ... I love them both dearly. And that includes strong sexual feelings for both of them. I didn't until my medical condition started, but now that it has, I want to have sex with them. All the way, all the time. A lot of sex. Does that make me pretty messed up?"

Xania gave the same explanation she'd given twice before, that incest being right or wrong depended on the situation and feelings of those involved. When she was finally done, Alan said, "Then what's the problem? I'm fine with it, so is Katherine, and Susan is too, she just has some lingering feelings of guilt from her overly conservative upbringing. But she'll get over them. She's loosening up daily."

"You may be right," Xania said. "Hopefully we can set some guidelines of where to go from here by the end of the day, since this is our only likely session. Now, I understand that you need sexual relief six times a day, and that you pretty much have to get relief every time you get aroused. Is that true?"

"Yes, it is. You have no idea how difficult it is for a guy to orgasm six times a day, every day of his life! I'll tell you! It's a lot worse than it sounds. " He stretched the truth a little - he didn't have to get relieved every time he got a hard-on. In fact, half his school day he typically suffered with a painful and unrelieved boner.

"As an aside, I couldn't help but noticing through your shorts that my explanation just now has made you very aroused. Why is that?"

"It's because as you talked, I realized that I'm likely to still be able to have my sexual way with Katherine and Susan in the future. And that makes me very relieved, and excited. Plus, as a side effect of my medical treatment, I get aroused and stay aroused very easily these days."

"May I ask, is that the only reason you're aroused?" She knew that her body turned him on, and was fishing for a way to get him to admit that.

"Well, no. I was already aroused just from looking at you when I walked in, actually. I have to be honest and say that you're an extremely arousing woman."

"Why thank you. I understand you could be in pain. I don't have an objection if you take your member out and relieve yourself right here. Let me know if you need a towel or tissues or something."

Alan asked incredulously, "What? Right here? In the middle of our session?"

"I'm just trying to be understanding of your medical needs. Isn't that how it's supposed to work, with your situation?" She eyed his crotch from across the room, trying to be subtle about it.

"Yeah, but I'm not supposed to pleasure myself. Doctor's orders. That's why we're in this fix with Katherine and Susan helping in the first place." Alan was definitely pushing the truth about not being able to pleasure himself, because he wanted to see what Xania would do. He hoped against hope that she would end up with her hands around his penis.

"Oh dear," Xania replied. "So you have to get relief, and you can't do it yourself. I suppose we could bring Susan or Katherine in from the waiting room to help out, but this is a very delicate time as we're discussing issues relating to them. ... And I couldn't talk in confidence to you with someone else in the room. ..."

There was a dramatic pause while Alan waited to see if his remarkable luck would hold and Xania would pleasure him. Meanwhile, Alan unzipped his shorts and took out his hard penis, hoping the sight of it could help sway her.

Xania stared at it intently. Finally, she coughed and said, "I'm a woman of the world, and I suppose I could give you relief. However, you realize that a psychiatrist is not supposed to get physically involved with a patient in any way? That leads to all kinds of problems and could even cause me to lose my license. But the rules never considered this situation, with your urgent medical need for relief, and all. Hmm."

Finally she got up out of the chair behind her desk and walked towards him on the couch. "Since yours is a one-time-only appointment and we won't be seeing each other ever again, I guess it's okay. But keep this under your hat, okay? I could get in a lot of trouble!"

"Okay!" Alan said with delight. He not only enjoyed what she was going to do, but he doubly enjoyed the forbidden aspect. "What about Katherine and Susan in the next room?" He watched her kneel in front of him, and made room for her between his legs.

"The walls are very well soundproofed to ensure confidentiality." That was true. Suzanne had picked such an office anticipating this very type of circumstance. "Now what do you want me to do?"

Alan was like a kid in a candy store. "Let's see. You could use your hand, or your mouth, or let me titfuck your big breasts, or whatever. I'm flexible." He emphasized the whatever, but wasn't too hopeful.

"I suppose using my hand would be least disruptive to continuing our conversation." She wrapped her hand around his penis and said, "Now, please continue with your thoughts."

Xania appeared to be extremely reluctant to jack Alan off and did a very average job, as if she didn't know what she was doing at all. In actual fact, Suzanne had helped plan this part with Xania. Suzanne had promised the hyper-sexual Xania that there would be good sex in doing the fake psychiatrist session, and now she was starting to get her promised reward. Part of Suzanne's scheme was for Xania to pretend to be bad at handjobs so she'd have an excuse to do other things.

Alan spaced out trying to remember where he'd left off, but eventually continued, "Like I was saying, I'm happy to have sex with Mom and Sis. I don't see any problem with it. I hope it keeps going on for ever and ever."

"Won't it interfere with your normal relationships with women?"

"Hell no! It'll add to them. In fact I've just got a new girlfriend named Amy. The very night we started going out, I had her watch my mom suck my dick. She was learning from Mom, because my mom is such an excellent cocksucker. Amy was totally fine with it, and later that evening they both sucked me off at the same time. In fact, I know she wants a piece of my mom herself. Ditto with her and my sister. They're already going at it intently, licking each other's love boxes every day. Together with Suzanne, whom you know, we make a happy ménage a five, or whatever you call it. Ménage a trois plus two."

"That's truly extraordinary," Xania said as her hand pumped up and down on his penis. She was getting so excited that it was hard to do a bad job.

"You don't know the half of it. I'm having sexual relations with a gorgeous female teacher, and the entire cheerleader squad to boot - including my sister. Everybody is happy to help. In fact, a good percent of the time I have a conversation with a beautiful woman, they're jacking or sucking me off, just like you are now. My medical problem has been SUCH a blessing in disguise! And so far there's been no big problems I can't handle, like jealousy, or broken hearts, or anything like that. Generally speaking, it's just sex for sex's sake, without implied emotional commitments. And why not? Is there anything wrong with that?" He deliberately downplayed some of his recent problems, but he wasn't completely off the mark. He had a remarkable life.

"I don't know of anything wrong with that," Xania replied. "Frankly I've never heard of such a case as yours. Let me think about it for a minute." Xania thought, Suzanne told me this guy was a stud, but I had no idea. I thought it was just his family and hers. But this guy is coating the whole female population with his seed! I just have to try him out for myself!

Without consciously realizing it, her hand started to pump him faster. That encouraged him to say, "Okay, but while you're thinking, can you suck on my thing for a bit? All this talking about fucking everybody is making me ready to shoot my load."

Xania replied, "All right. We wouldn't want you to make a mess in the office. But while I do that, feel free to continue to express your thoughts about your situation." She swallowed his penis and again tried to hide her considerable sexual skill. She'd been amused by Susan's ardent desire to go topless, but now she was the one chafing at all the layers of clothing she wore.

But Alan didn't shoot his load. Now that he had Xania agree to suck him, he said, "Oh wait, something I forgot to mention. Just reaching orgasm isn't enough. In order for it to count as one of my daily six times, I need to be stimulated constantly for a minimum of twenty minutes. If I shoot off now, it won't be nearly long enough." So Xania stopped sucking and went back to jacking him off as they continued to talk. She would periodically lick or suck him and then back off to make sure he'd last long enough.

After a while, Alan willed himself to get more flaccid, by thinking about fat ugly men having sex with each other, his favorite trick. "Oh no!" he exclaimed with false surprise. "I'm losing it, just as we were reaching twenty minutes. We can't stop now, can we?"

"Oh dear, what do you want me to do, suck you some more?" Xania asked, also pretending, with false naiveté. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I'm a very good at handjobs or blowjobs, I'm afraid."

"It would be better if you could take your clothes off. That'll revive me for sure."

"Well... Okay. Maybe if I just unbutton my top a bit. You seem fascinated by my breasts. Hopefully that'll be enough. Any more than that wouldn't be proper for a psychiatrist to show to a patient."

Alan thought with a snicker, As if showing off her boobs or sucking a penis were proper! Amazing how easy this is. Everywhere I go it's like this. She's starting to sound a lot like Mom did when this all started: "Oh no! Itsh sho impwoper!" He chuckled at that fond memory of Susan complaining with her mouth full of cock. Alan of course didn't see Suzanne's behind-the-scenes hands, manipulating events like this.

Xania stood up and undid her bra. She hefted her large tits in her hands. "Do these arouse you? I'll bet they do. People tell me they're big. Good thing the door is locked. At least I think it's locked. I'd hate for Susan to see me like this. She might find it unprofessional, but I'm just trying to help you out."

The two continued casually talking about a number of serious subjects while she continued to jack him off in her topless state. She could only suck him when he gave long answers to questions, because she had to hold up her end of the discussion. After a while, she grew honestly impressed at Alan's staying power, not to mention his ability to keep talking coherently under such circumstances.

Finally, she interrupted their conversation and said, "I'm trying to do my best to assist you, but what I'm doing with my hands and mouth is highly distracting to our discussion. And tiring. It's been well over twenty minutes. What does it take to make you orgasm, for God's sake?"

"I hate to sound unappreciative, but your handjobs and blowjobs don't compare with the others I've been having lately. My mom really knows how to get me off with all the little things she does with her tongue. Actually, Suzanne is even better. But you don't know what I like. Plus, all the sexual experience has given me a ton of staying power." Alan thought there would be no harm in going for the gold. "If you don't mind, I have some condoms on me. After a bit of real sex, I'm sure we can finish this up pretty quickly."

"This is unbelievable!" Xania said in mock dismay. In actual fact, Suzanne assured her that all she had to do was get Alan started and he would quickly find a way into her pants, and she was delighted that her friend was so right. "I'm a professional psychiatrist, not some kind of hussy! ... On the other hand, if that's the only thing that will finally cure you of your current condition, then I guess I have no choice. This could actually be a good thing, because it helps me better understand how Susan arrived at her unusual situation. Everyone says you're an incredible lover, and that could be an important factor for me to fully understand. Experiential learning." Xania impressed herself with her ability to keep a level tone and not give her arousal away too much by heavy breathing. But her hard nipples, at least, were impossible to hide.

She took off her panties, and slid her dress up. She didn't take off more clothes in case she needed to make herself decent in a hurry, with Susan just one locked door away. She was already on the pill but slipped a condom over Alan's penis just to be on the safe side. Then she pushed Alan's penis inside her slit without further ado. "Now, just because we're having intercourse, don't let that stop you from explaining your feelings. Please continue."

"Well doctor, I have one big problem in particular," Alan said in a serious tone.

"I see. Please go on." Xania maintained her professional tone even as she lowered herself onto Alan's spear. She pushed herself down and down and down, sliding the penis up into her vagina in one long, slow, exquisitely pleasurable stroke.

"Umm, it's really embarrassing, but I have this strong urge to fuck my psychiatrist, even though I've only seen her for not even one full session." He reached behind her and aggressively grabbed her ass cheeks.

"Ha-ha. Very funny," Xania said with a poker face as she started to steadily ride Alan's penis. Secretly Xania was amused, not to mention ecstatic at the way Alan continued to fill her hole with penis even as they maintained a casual conversation. He'd gotten quite good at talking while doing very sexual things, even fucking.

Once the two of them found a rhythm, the tempo started to increase until Alan's penis was but a blur as it flew in and out of her pussy. Xania was good at sex and possibly even more experienced than Suzanne. She wasn't holding back and pretending to be average any longer.

Alan finally came after a nice ride, and pumped his seed into the condom. In a sense she was disappointed at how quickly he came once they started fucking, but she realized that was only the end of an incredibly long amount of hand and blowjobs. Nonetheless she enjoyed three small climaxes before it ended.

She put her clothes back on and maintained her professional demeanor, as if nothing unusual had happened. In fact, she was able to maintain her demeanor even through the fucking, as if she were merely doing something innocuous while talking like clicking her pen, and not bouncing up and down on a penis. It was like a game to her, to see if she could keep acting blasé.

Her post-fuck diagnosis was something Suzanne told her she was going to say, but she really felt it. "Alan, I'm no virgin. I've slept around. But you are a great fuck. Given that you fuck so well, I fully sympathize with Katherine and Susan's positions. I'm not only going to tell them that fucking you is okay, but I'll strongly recommend that you do it to them hard and often. Don't let it go to your head though, because part of your charm is your politeness and modest manner."

Alan thought somewhat ruefully, Tell that to Heather, but he was very pleased.

Alan was sent back out to the waiting room. Katherine appeared to be bored, reading some old magazine. Susan, on the other hand, was staring intently out the window. Alan had to snap his fingers several times to bring her back to the here and now so he could tell her that it was her turn.

Xania watched Alan replace Susan in the waiting room, and then closed the door. She turned to Susan and said, "Well, aren't you going to give me a hello kiss?"

Susan fully came to life from her lingering sexual daydreams. "Oh. Right."

The two of them locked lips. Xania couldn't help but play with the buxom woman's tits a little bit. Midway through the kiss, she noted, "Susan, now that you're back here in the office, don't you want to make yourself more comfortable?"

Susan wasn't thinking too sharply lately and just stared dumbly. She could smell the odor of sex in the office, but wrongly guessed it was caused by her earlier activities there. She could smell Alan's essence, but assumed it was her obsessive imagination. She was so distracted by this smell that she merely blinked and said, "Beg your pardon?"

Xania prodded, "You know, in your chest area."

Susan smiled in happy understanding and opened up her blouse so her ample jugs could spring free. Xania's hands immediately started to grope. Susan seemed not to mind in the slightest, and in fact it seemed she expected it and welcomed it.

It took all of Xania's strength to (eventually) pull away and sit down. Had she not just climaxed repeatedly from fucking Alan, she would have been helpless to stop herself from exploring every inch of Susan's body.

Susan lay down on the couch again, her tits still exposed. She remained extremely relaxed and open to Xania's suggestions.

"Susan," Xania said in a level tone, "I've just had a very penetrating discussion with Alan. Extremely penetrating. I think I understand the position you're often in much better now. Alan and Katherine were very frank with me, and have allowed me to tell you all the ins and outs of what they told me. Both say they have no problem having sex with each other or with you, and I believe them. In particular, Alan really pounded his sexual position into me most emphatically."

Suzanne had told Xania that Susan was slow on the uptake with double entendres, and Xania took full advantage of that fact. She was most amused and pleased at how the day had gone so far.

Susan asked, "So what you're saying is that it's okay to commit incest with them? Both of them even?"

"Let's not use the word incest, since that's such a loaded term. Plus, they're not related to you genetically. I'm just saying that it's up to you. But I don't see any serious psychological problems on their side, if they continue to handle this in a mature fashion. I do see some things that need fixing, however. For instance, your sense of losing control of the situation, of helplessly falling down a slippery slope of desire. We need to discuss how you can assert greater control in your life. Someone needs to drill some discipline into you. You definitely need a good drilling."

She decided to have more fun with the obviously verbally naive Susan. "Or, instead of a slippery slope, we can picture it as a tunnel. You were going down a tunnel of despair, weren't you?"

"Oh yes." Susan nodded her head emphatically, which caused the usual jiggles. Xania found herself talking to Susan's chest.

"You went deeper and deeper down that tunnel. No relief from the daily grind. But then you pulled out, right? You would change your attitude and pull out."

"Yes."

"But then you'd find yourself plunging in again. And then out. In and out of the slippery sloped tunnel. That especially typifies your relationship with Alan, correct? In and out of the slippery tunnel, over and over?"

"Oh yes!" Susan found the room getting hotter, though she couldn't figure out why. It seemed that being merely topless wasn't enough. Her skirt and undies chafed at her skin, and she pulled on them nervously.

Xania just thought, Damn this is fun. I will not be able to thank Suzanne enough for this day. This woman is such a sex bomb. It's a good thing Alan totally wiped me out with an excellent buggering. As tired as I am, I'm still sorely tempted to get up and do this gorgeous nympho, who's just sitting there, tormenting me with her naked tits. I should talk to Suzanne about having a follow-up session. Yes. Follow-up with no limits on what I can do. Yes! That's a most excellent idea! I'll hold off now if I can really go to town later.

CHAPTER 2

After talking to Susan for another half hour, Xania sent her back to the waiting room with a big, long, juicy kiss, helped her close up her blouse, and then called on both Katherine and Alan.

Once the two siblings were in her office, Xania went back out to the waiting room to talk to Susan.

Xania commented, as Susan settled down into a chair, "Susan, I'm going to need you to stay relaxed for another session later. Remember what you were saying earlier, how toplessness helps you relax? Well, I can assure you no one else is going to come here to this waiting room today."

"Okay, doctor." Susan had her shirt on for only a minute or so, but began unbuttoning her shirt.

Xania looked at the topless mother and thought, If this woman ever wanted to make it in Hollywood, she could go so damn far. I've always been held back by my naturally sinful and slutty looks. At least that's what they say. And they say my tits are so big that they're intimidating and I'm only good for porn films or wanna be porn films. But Susan has such a naturally wholesome look, and at the same time she's so sexy! She would have the town eating out of her hand.

Inspired, Xania decided to push her luck a bit. She said to the buxom mother, "You must be bored with those old magazines. Remember what I said earlier about how you should envision your Alan fantasy as much as possible? Now's a good time."

Susan looked up in surprise. "But, but, if I start I won't be able to control myself! I'll make a big mess all over your nice chair. And my children will see when they come out. It'll be so embarrassing!"

"Don't worry. We have plastic seating for a reason. And I'll cover for you. They won't know."

Susan still seemed doubtful and looked around as if expecting to find people watching her. Xania tried a different tack. "Aren't you a sex cow? Sex cows have to make a lot of pussy juice, all day long, don't they? That way, Alan can drink up your pussy juice when he isn't filling his mouth with all the milk gushing from your nipples. Isn't that right, my little sex cow?"

That definitely made an impression on the sex-addled mother. Her eyes brightened in a flash. "Oh yes! You're right. It's my duty to cum hard all over this chair for my cattle prod. Uh, I meant, for my son. You're so UNDERSTANDING!" Susan was so excited with these sex cow ideas that she started to remove her layers of clothing to get to her pussy even while Xania still stood there.

Xania admonished, "Don't forget: visualization exercises. You and Alan fucking. Think of him as a big strong bull mounting his favorite cow. Have fun." She winked and walked back into her office just as Susan plunged two fingers into her pussy.

Back inside, Xania saw Alan and Katherine as they sat on the couch next to each other. She said, "Both of you may be glad to hear that I think it's okay if your mother has sex with you two. She seems to feel much better about the idea as well."

"Woo-hoo!" they both said as they high-fived each other. "Great!" said Alan. "I certainly wasn't expecting THIS today! This is like, getting into my favorite college, only better!"

"But there are some problems," Xania continued before the two teenagers got too excited. "Katherine, the chief problem I see with you is the issue of jealousy. Alan is sleeping with many different women, and you feel that you should be number one with him, and have sole possession of him. Isn't that correct?"

"Umm, not sole possession exactly. I don't feel jealous when he's with other women at all. But I want to have a special place in his heart."

Alan said, "She calls herself my 'number one fuck toy.' I think it's great." Then he frowned. "Although, there are times when I wonder if she might go overboard a little bit."

Xania looked deadly serious. "Interesting. Number one implies exclusivity. I think you do feel jealous when he's with other women."

Katherine shook her head emphatically in denial. "No, I don't. I let him fuck whomever he wants."

"I think you do."

"I said I don't!" Deep down she knew she was jealous, but she wasn't about to admit it to this stranger.

"I'll prove it to you," Xania said. "Why don't we do a little role-playing? This will definitely be very unorthodox, but I'm willing to improvise in whatever way it takes to achieve results. What do you think about the fact that I helped Alan reach orgasm in my earlier session with him, Katherine? Does that make you jealous?"

Katherine fired a quick glance at her brother and saw him looking uncharacteristically smug. "You did? Wow! I thought that was illegal for psychiatrists or something. ... But no, it doesn't."

"Not even a little bit?"

"No." She straightened her back imperially, as if the very idea was an affront to her dignity.

"So you wouldn't mind if I sexually please him right now, in front of you?"

"No. Knock yourself out. I've watched enough times. It's like water off a duck's back. God knows he needs all the help he can get."

"Okay, then. We'll see if you're right. Alan, please take your shorts off. I assume you'll have no trouble getting aroused? ... Ah, I see I'm not disappointed." Alan indeed was sporting a big woody. There were already a few droplets of pre-cum at the tip.

Xania began to jack Alan off, and then asked Katherine if that made her jealous. Katherine said no. Then Xania switched to sucking him off, and still Katherine said that didn't bother her. Then Xania took off all of her clothes, and had him titfuck her. Still Katherine said she didn't care. By this time Katherine definitely wanted to take off her own clothes and join in or at least pleasure herself, but Xania made it clear that wasn't allowed.

Alan still hadn't cum. Finally, without asking Alan, Xania rolled over on top of him and guided his penis deep into her pussy, this time without a condom. "What do you think now, Katherine? Does this make you jealous?" As she started to ride atop Alan's engorged member, she luxuriated in the sensation of feeling his naked penis inside her warm and wanting pussy. She thought, I could definitely get used to this kid. Definitely.

"No! I tell you, it doesn't!" Katherine said, but her face was angry. She looked at Alan and wondered why he wasn't bothering her or saying anything at all. She wasn't aware of his strategy of shutting up in these kinds of situations.

"Don't be so stubborn. It's okay to admit some jealousy. Alan won't love you any less. And by the way, feel free to take off your clothes if it makes you feel more comfortable." Xania started to bounce up and down in a most distracting manner. She drove Alan's penis in and out as she did all the work.

"Oh, okay, dammit, I'll admit I'm a bit jealous. But did you really have to go through all that just to get me to say that?!?"

"I suppose not," Xania admitted, with a sly smile. Addressing Alan, she asked, "Do you have another one of those condoms?"

"ANOTHER?" Katherine said hotly, in more ways than one. She began loosening her clothes and scooting ever closer.

Xania thought to herself, Oops, but to Katherine she said, "I said that to see if it would get a rise out of you. It did."

"Very clever. Though I feel sorry for you. A condom? Hah! You haven't been ridden by him unless you've been ridden bareback. But now that you've gotten me to admit some jealousy, why do you have to go through with sex with him?"

"I also am trying to help Alan reach his six times a day."

"You're really the altruistic Mother Teresa of psychiatry!" Katherine said sarcastically. Then she added huffily, "But I can help him as much as you can, and do it much better, I'll have you know!" She threw her shirt off as she said this.

"Fine then. Join in if you feel like it. I don't care. My point has been made."

Katherine immediately stripped off the rest of her clothes and got right next to Xania and Alan. At first she didn't know how to join or what Xania would allow her to do. But then Xania pulled Alan's ever-ready penis out of herself and used her hands to put it in Katherine. The good "doctor" repositioned herself so Alan could suck on her tits while he pumped into his sister. Xania refrained from touching Katherine sexually, though she wanted to. Suzanne had her under strict orders to not get sexually involved with Susan or Katherine.

Alan fucked his sister for a few minutes, then took a break. They used the opportunity to change positions. Katherine got up on the couch so her ass could hang high up in the air. Alan got behind her so he could fuck her from behind.

Xania, who was more calmed down now, took the opportunity lecture to Katherine, "Did you notice how I unselfishly handed Alan over to you? I did that to make a point. Given that Alan sleeps with so many women, you need to be similarly unselfish or you will eventually become consumed with jealousy. As his sister, you'll always have a special place at the top of his list along with his mother. The incest taboo alone is a great lure he will never tire of, and your bonds of love are deep. So don't worry. And by being unselfish, you yourself can reap the rewards, as this threesome illustrates."

"Wow, that's a pretty cool lesson, I gotta admit," Katherine said casually as she pushed herself backwards onto her brother's stiff member. "Coming to a psychiatrist was not such a bad thing after all."

"Coming IN a psychiatrist isn't such a bad thing after all, either," Alan blurted out loud. The laughter helped lighten the mood.

Xania was pretty impressed with herself as well. The entire session with Katherine and Alan together was something she'd made up on the spot, and not something Suzanne had coached her to do. Hot sex and a good lesson! What a fun day this has been, she thought.

Out loud, she said, "Thanks. I expect this to be the first and last time where I use sex as a learning tool. But Katherine, I understand you have a football game to cheer for. If you leave now, I think you'll be able to catch some of it."

"Oh, right. Thanks!" Katherine was rather hoping for more "lessons" from Xania, but then thought of her responsibilities - the other cheerleaders were counting on her. She looked over her shoulder and asked, "Big Psychiatrist-slaying Brother, could you cum quickly for me? I've gotta run, and I want to feel your seed sloshing around inside my vagina during the long drive home."

"No prob, Sis." Alan resumed fucking his sister, and at a faster pace. At the same time, he stuck fingers in Xania's pussy and asshole, and sawed her in time in both holes.

Within minutes all three of them were on the verge of cumming. Alan thrust into his sister's pussy a few more times before he let himself go with an exceptionally loud grunt. As soon as Xania and Katherine realized that Alan was cumming, they let their climaxes overtake them, too. The climax caused Katherine's pussy to tighten so much around Alan's penis that it seemed to double his pleasure and squeeze even more cum out of him.

Alan pulled his penis from his sister's slick mound and, when he did, a river of his cum flowed out obscenely. He didn't think about it too much, but roughly guessed that it had been over a week since he'd last fucked his sister. He mused that that was far too long.

Katherine quickly put her clothes on, kissed her brother deeply and appreciatively, and made to rush out the door. "We'll talk later, Bro! You have NO idea how I've been counting the days and the hours, waiting for the feeling of you inside me, Big French Loaf Brother! Thank you! Mom is so gonna be styling, I just know it."

Xania raised an eyebrow after Katherine left. "'Big French Loaf Brother?'" She suppressed a chuckle.

"It's a long story. Think phallic-shaped objects." Alan felt a tang of sadness, realizing from Katherine's description of counting the hours how much more sex with him meant to her than it did to him. He had too many other targets to get as excited.

With a start, Xania remembered Susan out in the waiting room, most likely still practicing her "mental exercises." She didn't want Katherine to see her mother in that condition, lest the daughter think that Susan wasn't actually properly treated. So Xania cried, "Wait! Stay here."

Katherine stopped just before reaching the door, and Xania went out to the waiting room first. She found Susan slumped in her chair, barely wearing any clothes. Susan looked to be asleep and had an expression of complete exhaustion, like she'd just run a marathon. She sat in a very large puddle of cum, and her thighs and butt were covered with sticky goo. Xania shook her on the shoulder.

"What?" Susan said, suddenly sitting up. She'd fallen asleep with one hand on a tit and the other on her bush. Both hands were as sticky with her juices as the puddle down below. Her hair was a mess and she generally looked bedraggled.

Xania tried to keep a smirk off of her face. "Looks like you've been following my suggestion a bit too enthusiastically. Can you get yourself in order? Your daughter is in a rush to go. If you could at least hide the puddle a bit, and pull up your dress from the floor..."

Susan blushed and tried to cover up. Every movement she made created obscene squishy sounds. "Oh! Sorry! This is so embarrassing!"

A couple minutes later, Xania was back in her office with just Alan. He was still lazily putting his clothes back on. He asked, "Now what, doctor? Are you going to bring Susan back in here to talk to her some more?"

"Yes I am." She thought to herself, After quite a bit more hello and good-bye kissing, heh-heh. And I think I'll watch her cum a bit more, if she still has any energy left. Behind this big desk, she won't be able to see what my hands are doing in my lap. I can't thank Suzanne enough for arranging this day! I swear to God, I haven't had this much sexual fun in years, and I've only been with this bunch for a couple of hours. I can't imagine how they can keep up this pace all the time. It's like a fiery tornado of lust blowing past me!

She maintained her outward composure and continued, "But what you and I did here physically is a secret from her, okay? She might have some jealousy issues too, but she wouldn't be ready for such a role play today. Same thing goes for what you did with your sister. Let Susan discover that in her own time, when she's ready. I have a feeling you're a good judge of that. You strike me as mature for your age."

"Yeah, sure."

"And I must admit the sex with you wasn't strictly professional. Your mother and your sister kept raving about how sexually fantastic you are. So I just had to see for myself how well you filled me up. It was great, but they really raved about the taste of your cum in particular, and even after I sucked until my jaws are sore all I've gotten so far is some of your pre-cum. I'd like to swallow a whole creamy load. After I talk to your mother some more, would you be up for a final fuck and blow session to see just how much I can swallow?"

Alan just smiled and nodded. He joked, "I think I should start charging a couple hundred dollars an hour for my services." And to think how much I worried last night about going to see a psychiatrist!

CHAPTER 3

Alan was so caught up in thinking about and then going to the psychiatric appointment that he'd completely forgotten about the football game. He knew that both Janice and Joy were supposed to perform with only painted-on panties, since he was the one who painted them on. But he didn't think much about either of them. Even Katherine didn't pay the game much mind, though she did drive back to Orange County as quickly as possible to participate in as much of the game as she could.

Normally, the cheerleaders wore their uniforms in school all day before the football game, to help inspire "school spirit" for the game. Heather would have liked to take advantage of the lack of underwear to mercilessly tease her victim all throughout the school day, putting her in dangerous situations and keeping her stimulated. But this week the two "victims" were Janice and Joy. Heather and Janice were barely speaking to each other because of their feud, so Janice was free to do what she wanted. Joy meanwhile had thrown Heather for a loop by genuinely refusing any female advances, so Heather wasn't sure what to do with her or how to treat her. Thus, she was free from Heather's usual games as well.

But the punishment, once given, had to be carried out. Both Janice and Joy had to do their cheerleading routines with only painted on underwear for the entire football game, and that's what they did.
The situation was stranger still because Katherine wasn't there when the game began, as she was still up in L.A. Katherine was a peacemaker, and a bridge between Heather and Janice. Essentially Heather kept her distance and kept quiet except to bark commands to the group, and the others, especially Janice, pretended Heather wasn't there.
But the Heather-Janice rivalry wasn't much of an issue because the real focus was on the fact that Janice and Joy weren't wearing any real underwear. Janice was fairly good at rolling with the punches, and didn't mind terribly having to expose herself. It helped that the game was an away game, so very few familiar faces were in the audience.

Joy, on the other hand, was a different story. She was quite conservative and shy when it came to this kind of thing. She started the game trembling something awful. Only the encouragement of Amy, Kim, and especially Janice gave her the strength to go on.

But a funny thing happened once she started dancing. She found that she loved it. In fact, she had a fantastic time. At first, she recovered her confidence and performed her routines fairly normally. But during a break she confided in Janice, "Girl, I have to admit, this is great! I've never been so hot! I don't know what it is, but the idea of all those guys in the stands over there looking at me and seeing my most intimate places - it's so wild! I'm gushing all over the place, and the fact that I'm so wet is making me even more excited!"

Janice could hardly believe it. As much as she desired Joy, she wanted her even more now. She was too shocked to say much more than, "That's great, Joy."

That inspired Joy to continue, "What do you think? Do you think people can see the glistening juices shining off of my thighs?" She pulled up her skirt and exposed her butt and pussy lips to Janice. All Janice could do was bite her lips in frustration. Joy went on even more excitedly, "Should I get myself cleaned off, or should I just leave it like this? Wait! Don't tell me. I'm going to leave it like this! Oh, it's so good! It's like I'm getting fucked by all their eyes even as we speak!"

Janice was surprised because she'd considered the lack of underwear to be a humiliation, and she was merely trying to get it over with. The fact that Heather had forced her to do it had particularly soured her on it. But with Joy's attitude, she began to think of it in a whole new way, and found herself loosening up and enjoying things as the game went on.

Joy continued to get more and more into it. She knew that Kim had a variety of dildos in her possession, and at the end of the first half the two of them disappeared for a long time. When they reappeared just as the game resumed, Joy again proudly flashed her pussy to Janice, and showed that it was now plugged with a vibrator. It was the kind that completely filled her hole, but stopped right at the pussy lips so there really wasn't anything to see unless one looked closely.

Janice again could barely contain her sexual frustration of being so close to a horny Joy, yet so far. She threw herself into her routines with greater abandon and tried not to think about her romantic and lustful feelings for her best friend.

As the vibrator buzzed inside Joy, she rode a sexual high for the rest of the game. She only barely managed to do her routines because she knew them by heart. She did whatever the other cheerleaders did without question. If they asked her to take off all her clothes and run across the football field, she would have done it gladly.

The vibrator kept her close to orgasm, but that wasn't enough by itself. She was ready to do anything to get off. As the game continued, she wanted more - something even more arousing to push her over the edge.

The game had quite a few breaks for the cheerleaders when the crowd was intent on the game and didn't need any extra entertainment. During these pauses, the other cheerleaders (except Heather) crowded around Joy to visually block her and did two contradictory things. On one hand, one cheerleader would wipe Joy's crotch and thighs clean, because she was constantly leaking. On the other hand, another cheerleader would pump the vibrator in and out until Joy could have another orgasm. It usually only took a few strokes, especially if the clit was stimulated at the same time. She came over and over again. It wasn't that she had discovered lesbianism - she was just desperate for relief. Janice tortured herself even further by usually being the one to provide this "service."

As the game headed into the fourth quarter, Joy pushed even further. During breaks between routines, she pulled up the back of her skirt and rubbed her naked, painted ass for minutes at a time. While Janice was also just as naked, she wasn't willing to keep up, and mostly eyed what Joy did with complete amazement.

Towards the very end of the game, Joy started to moon the crowd even more blatantly. The crowd was on the other side of the field, so it was doubtful anyone noticed. If they did, they might have momentarily speculated that one of the other team's cheerleaders was rubbing a sore butt. However, there was one football player, a wide receiver on the other team, who ran a route down the sidelines towards where the cheerleaders stood. He slowed down as he ran past Joy, his eyes transfixed on her mooning butt. He stopped his route altogether some yards past her, and turned around to stare at her. His face showed him clearly confused if what he was seeing was real, the game totally forgotten. He quickly had to run back to the huddle though, as the play had ended. The cheerleaders all laughed when they saw the quarterback slap him on the helmet, obviously chiding him for a total loss of concentration.

As the game ended, Joy seemed downright disappointed no one had found her out. She actually got down on her knees and spread her legs to moon the crowd as obviously as she could make it. The other cheerleaders had to stop her from taking the next step and openly masturbating herself right there in public - she was ready to pull the vibrator in and out in a very obvious way. But everyone was leaving their seats at this point, and still no one noticed. If anyone did notice, they would have assumed it was a typical rude gesture to complain about the game result, instead of the flashing of a naked pussy by a horny, sex slave cheerleader. Joy actually moaned in frustration as she witnessed the crowd leave.

The whole experience made all the cheerleaders quite hot. Joy was rendered nearly completely senseless by the time it was over. The others finally, mercifully, pulled the vibrator out of her and she immediately fell asleep on the ground.

Janice looked at Joy laying there, nearly drowning in her own juices, and thought to herself, This certainly changes things. I don't know what it means exactly, but this is a new Joy we're looking at. Is there some way I can use her love of exposing herself to get her for my own? There must be. I mean, I was pushing the vibrator in and out of her goddamn pussy! It was so close! But it's not the female hands on her that she loves, it's the visual exposure to strange men. Damn! Fuckin' A! This is killing me!

CHAPTER 4

Alan and Susan drove back from the psychiatrist's office in a great hurry. Susan weaved in and out of rush hour traffic so they'd have enough time to get Alan fully ready and fed before the Boy Scout van came to pick him up at 7:00. Alan was completely wiped out from a long and tiring week, and fucking Xania had drained the last of his energy. He slept soundly as Susan drove.

When they got home it was a little after four o'clock. Susan and Alan had barely said anything to each other since leaving the appointment, since Alan slept the whole time. But now Susan was quite animated. As soon as they got inside the house, she said, "Tiger, wasn't Xania just the best? I feel so happy! She's made me so very, very happy! Ecstatic! Let's celebrate." She began to take her clothes off as she said this. As she ripped her bra off, she enthused, "I know! How about a victory blowjob?"

Alan was torn. He could hardly turn down his bosomy mother's excellent idea, but he hadn't really woken up from the nap, and all he wanted to do was sleep some more.

In fact, he was too tired to respond at first, so Susan continued, "No? What about a glorious, triumphant titfuck? Don't you want to rub your hard fuck rod all over Mommy's hooters?" She reached down and grabbed his penis through his shorts, and joked, "I know you just slept like a log, but that's not the only thing around here like a log."

He laughed, but otherwise didn't respond, though she was happy to feel that his penis was already hard.

She took his continued silence and generally weary face as a no, and got a very strange and worried look on her face. She sat on all fours on the couch with her ass pointing at Alan, then said, "Oh no! Tiger, don't tell me you want to fuck me in the ass? Oh, that's so very naughty! However, Xania did tell me that I shouldn't hold back. And Suzanne said I should 'bend over, but don't break.' It seems everyone wants you to fuck me up the ass. Do you want to own my butt? Is that what you want? Just like you own my big tits? Are you going to take Mommy's butt cheeks and spread them with your hands, then plunge your baby maker deep into my very private place? Normally, I would say no, but because you've been so..."

Alan interrupted her. He clutched his head as if he had an intense migraine. "Mom, hold on! When you say things like 'baby maker' I get so turned on that I don't know if I'm coming or going. But I'm so tired I can hardly stand up. I have to get some more sleep so I'll be able to stagger out of this house when the scoutmaster's van comes to pick me up. And we both have a lot to do to get ready before then, even if my stuff is pretty much all packed. Let me take my nap first, okay? We can still celebrate later. Right?"

Susan was sitting up. She'd been pushing her chest out, cupping her tits in the hopes that he'd suck on a nipple. Now she slumped down into the couch, chagrined. "Okay. Bummer. I was so excited."

Alan walked over and hugged her. "I'm excited too. Really excited. Xania has given us the green light. But my body is only human. Please let me sleep for a little while?"

She kissed him on the forehead in a very affectionate way. "Of course. Sorry for getting carried away. You take your rest, but only one hour, okay? You're right that we have a lot of work to do."

Alan promised, "If we are quick and efficient, we'll have some fun time later, okay?" As Alan walked away, he marveled at how backwards things were. Mom wants sex even more than I do. I practically have to fight her off now, and I'm the one to hold out the promise of more sexual games as a reward. I would never have imagined that I would live to see the day.

Alan made his way to his room and fell onto his bed. But before he'd fallen asleep his mother came rushing in. "Tiger! Wake up! I have important news!"

He opened his eyes, unable to do more, and did his best to squelch the annoyance he felt at the sudden intrusion. "What is it, Mom," he muttered testily.

Seeing him conscious, she rushed to his bed and said excitedly, "I was just playing back the phone messages. Your scoutmaster called a few minutes before we got back home. It seems that your hiking trip has been canceled! He's having some kind of trouble with his van, and he can't find a replacement at this late hour. So they're going to try to do it next week instead. I'm so sorry."

Alan sat up and came fully awake as the news sank in. His eyes blinked and he was silent for a few moments. Then he spoke. "Sorry? Don't be sorry. That's great news. I am SO relieved! I was kind of looking forward to getting away from it all, but I wasn't looking forward to hiking all day. No energy. YES! This is great! The more I think about it, this is awesome! I can finally get some time to myself, and time just to vegetate. Cool."

Susan didn't know how he'd take the news, and was pleasantly surprised. "You're not mad? I thought you'd be upset that you've been averaging nearly eight climaxes a day, and all that work was for nothing."

Alan hadn't thought about that. "Dang. Good point. ... But you know what? That's okay. Because this means I can take a massive sexual break this weekend, too." Susan appeared crestfallen to hear that, so he immediately added, "Don't get me wrong. Just because I wanted to nap instead of experience your lovely help, I'm not tired of you or anything. I could never get tired of any of this, and I especially could never get tired of your Marilyn Monroe body. But the excitement is in my mind. My body is another matter. I still have this weak thing where I have to nap every day and never have all the energy I want. I've been running on full steam for weeks now, and I'm right on the verge of collapse. My penis is dying. It's practically numb most of the time and my loads have been little more than a trickle for the past couple of days. I was holding out for the hiking trip to give my penis a couple of days to recover, and it still needs to recover. Let's just take it easy for a couple of days, okay? Hiking trip or no, I need a sexual holiday."

Susan frowned. "Oh dear. Is your penis in that bad a shape?"

"Yes. I know this sounds gross, but I'm amazed sometimes that I haven't peed blood. It can hurt like hell!"

"Oh my!" Susan clasped her hands over her mouth in surprise. "Don't worry. I'll give you some space. Take a big nap. I see you need it. Meanwhile I'll take care of everything."

Alan fell asleep immediately. He was so tired that he didn't give the cancellation news much thought. He didn't give her "I'll take care of everything" comment any thought at all.

So he was surprised when he woke up about an hour and a half later and, from the top of the stairs, saw Susan sitting next to Akami in the living room, quietly talking to her.

He was only dressed in his blue robe, but nonetheless hurried downstairs to eagerly greet his beloved nurse. He felt much better now that he'd napped in the car and then again in his bed. "Akami!" he said in a delighted voice as he quickly closed the distance to her. She stood and embraced her patient with a warm hug.

Alan pulled back a bit and appraised Akami, who was still dressed in her lab jacket. "It's so good to see you," he said sincerely. "How long has it been?"

"One week almost to the hour since our last appointment. And it's great to see you, too." She smiled widely and stared at him intently with her smoldering eyes. He loved her dark, intense eyes.

To Alan it seemed much longer than a week, but he knew that things had been so eventful lately that everything seemed ancient history to him. He recalled that he only had appointments with Akami every other week. "Wait. We're not scheduled to meet until NEXT Friday, right? So what are you doing here? And in my house, even?"

Akami answered, "I got a call from your mother just as my work day was ending. She said that your situation was dire and needed immediate attention. I'm only a nurse and don't do house calls, but I thought I could come over just as a friend and see how you're doing and if there was some way I could help." She looked down at his crotch to see if there was a bulge that needed her "help," but found only disappointment.

Alan looked her body over more closely. She looked as great and sexy as ever. "So why are you still in your nurse outfit?" (Actually it was a bit misleading to say she was in a nurse outfit - she'd dressed to impress in a low cut blouse, black leather miniskirt, and high heels. Knowing that Alan was turned on by her nurse outfit, she wore a lab jacket and stethoscope as well.)

Akami answered, "I came straight from work. Susan and I have been discussing the state of your penis and your energy level while you've been sleeping."

Susan interrupted. "How is he, nurse? Is it as bad as I feared?"

Akami examined Alan's face carefully. "Hrm. He has some bags under his eyes, like you said. Exhausted, for sure. The six times a day regimen must be tough to do day in and day out. I have to agree with what Alan was suggesting to you earlier. He does need a break."

Alan was relieved. "You see what I mean, Mom? This weekend I'm just going to play video games and watch TV and sleep. Mostly sleep. It'll be glorious!"

"But what about the state of his penis?" Susan asked anxiously from her position on a nearby couch.

"Let's take a look, shall we?" Akami broke away from their loose hug and motioned to Alan's robe.

Alan dutifully opened it. Given everything sexual that had happened between Akami and him, and especially the things the two of them did in Dr. Fredrickson's office while Susan watched, he didn't bat an eye about doing something sexual with Akami in front of his mother. Susan similarly considered blowjobs and handjobs a part of Akami's "treatment" even if she still didn't realize that Alan already had sex with Akami.

Akami sat below a kneeling Alan and cupped his balls while she fondled his flaccid penis. She figured it was a good position to be in for the blowjob that would certainly follow soon. "Hmm. He isn't erect yet. Is this unusual, Susan?"

"Most unusual, nurse. It seems that he's always hard. When I look between his legs, I expect to see a big pulsing tree trunk there, especially if his shorts are off, which they are most of the time. I'm worried. Do you think it'll be okay?"

"Let's see. Susan, why don't we both take off our clothes and see if we can't get him hard so I can examine him properly?"

Susan didn't need to be told twice. The two women were naked within moments, and Akami pulled Alan's robe to the ground as well. Alan's penis instantly responded. In truth, just thinking about his mother naked was guaranteed to get him hard, and having seen Akami naked for the first time in a long while, his penis grew even harder than usual.

"Ah, that feels much better," Akami cooed as she sensually fondled his ramrod tool. She felt the need for at least a veneer of professionalism, given the fact that Susan was close by, so she said, "Alan, your mother tells me that your penis is in great pain. Is that true?"

Alan considered and then answered truthfully, "Well, generally, lately, yeah, but it doesn't feel so bad at the moment. It's amazing what a nap or two can do. I feel so much better than just an hour ago."

"That's good. There's nothing like the virility of an eighteen year old male. But still, you're having problems. With Susan's permission, I propose that I get to the bottom of your overstimulation problem, in a very hands-on way."

Susan asked, a bit concerned, "Hands-on? What do you mean, exactly?"

"Well, we have to determine how different forms of stimulation affect his penis. For instance, handjobs. How does this feel, on a scale of one to ten, Alan? One being easy on the penis, and ten being the most grinding, painful, and chafing." Akami had in fact already started to stroke his penis more or less since it had gotten hard, but now she did it more vigorously.

Susan looked on with an agonized expression. She was still quite naïve, despite all her recent sexual experiences, and she remained under the impression that Akami would conduct some kind of real medical test. So she thought it very unseemly to touch herself as she watched. But the sight of Akami pistoning her closed fist up and down Alan's hard, thick shaft was nearly too much for her. The fact that Susan was now buck naked only added to her temptation and agony, but she somehow resisted the urge to masturbate.

Alan enjoyed the handjob for a minute or two and acted as if he was having a hard time making up his mind on the score to give it. In fact, his penis felt fine and he loved the situation of having his naked mother watch whatever deviltry Akami was up to. Finally, he replied, "Oh, I guess about a six. You're going at it pretty vigorously."

"Yes I am, but only in the pursuit of knowledge." It was very difficult for Akami to say that with a straight face, and in fact she giggled a little bit. But she looked over at Susan, and Susan seemed to take everything very seriously. The mother had a look of worry; a fear that Alan's penis might be damaged in some way.

Akami quickly switched gears. "Alan, let's compare that with a blowjob. Again, please rate this."

She licked the tip of his knob, but then paused, and said, "While you're enjoying this, why don't you tell me about all the naughty things you've been doing to the females in your life? I need to make sure everything is going well." She consumed his penis without any further ado. Alan was pleasantly surprised with her boldness, and grabbed her head with both hands to brace himself against the sudden rush of intense arousal.

Alan considered how to answer Akami's question of who he'd been having sex with, given that his mother was listening. He didn't know if it was wise to "out" the likes of the cheerleaders or Glory, so he started vaguely. "Akami, I'm fucking quite a few girls in school. I'm never lacking hot, tight, big-titted teen sluts who want to suck on a meaty cock. Why, if I didn't know better, I might mistake my nurse right now for one of those sluts, given the way she's sucking so enthusiastically. However, this is an entirely professional and medically necessary cocksucking, as we all know." He couldn't help but snicker a bit at that.

He went on, aiming to arouse his mother, "But those teen hussies who spread their legs for me during lunch are nothing compared to the women I can choose from around my own house. Between Amy, Suzanne, Katherine, and my mom, I have no end of pleasure. I want to fuck them all, of course. And I do mean ALL of them. When I fuck someone for the first time, I want to be in peak form. It has to be perfect; something we'll remember forever."

Susan gasped. She knew exactly who the "someone" was. Her hands flew to her tits, but somehow those same hands slapped themselves, one slapping the other. She withdrew from overt masturbation and crossed her arms to keep her hands out of trouble. But her chest began to heave quite heavily. She sat on the edge of the couch, quiet but eager to replace Akami if the opportunity presented itself.

Alan continued to force Akami's head up and down, accenting her own deep bobs that nearly reached the bottom of his penis on each pass. Meanwhile, he made some idle conversation with his mother. "Akami's the best nurse, don't you think, Mom? She's so much more than a nurse. It's like she's my sexologist too."

Susan responded breathlessly, "Yes, she is, but is she doing a good enough job? Does she know how to do some of Mommy's favorite moves, like the candy cane or the tooth tickle? Maybe I should take over. More tongue, Akami! It looks like you're all lips and no tongue. My Tiger loves the tongue on his special spot just under the penis head."

Susan sat so close to the edge of the couch that she fell off of it altogether and wound up on her knees. She inched herself forward bit by bit. As she got closer, she couldn't take it any more and shoved a hand into her mouth. She fucked her mouth with her fingers and imagined that they were Alan's powerful tool instead.

Akami eventually pulled Alan's rod out of her mouth to respond to what both Alan and Susan had said. "Yes, Alan. Think of me as your sexologist too. I understand the situation here requires unusual measures, so we just have to accept that certain sexual things happen during his treatment. But rest assured, Mrs. Plummer, I know how to pump his cock with my mouth as good as anybody. How is that, Alan? On the penis hurting scale, I mean?" She popped the penis back in.

"Oh, that's more like a four. Definitely easier than the hands. But my mom does do it quite differently. Since she practically lives with my penis in her mouth, I think it may be important to see where her technique stands on the scale."

Susan quickly agreed. "Oh yes! Please! Akami, please let me taste it just a little? I've been waiting ALL DAY to wrap my lips around it! What's a mother to do to get her satisfaction?"

Akami knew that Alan's penis had incredible endurance and didn't mind sharing some of the experience with Susan, if that would help calm down the overly horny mother. So she took the penis out again, and said, "Sure. Susan, why don't you try it for a while? Start with a handjob and then try both licking and sucking so we can do a full comparison."

Susan eagerly obeyed, but Akami didn't give her much time. Susan was given about a minute each with a handjob (rating a five), deep suck blowjob (a four), and a light tonguing (a two).

Then an impatient Akami took over again.

But Susan literally wouldn't let go of her son's penis. She couldn't or wouldn't take her mouth off of it either. So Akami suggested, "Alan, I imagine that more and more you'll be experiencing dual blowjobs, so why don't you rate one of those?"

Within seconds, Susan and Akami began to share his penis. The two of them exchanged great big licks from the top of his penis all the way to the bottom. They sat up on all fours, right next to each other, and allowed their shoulders and hips to rub against each other.

Alan took the opportunity to grab and probe their butts simultaneously. He thought, My mom IS just like a sex cow, on all fours just like an animal. And with both of them next to each other like that, it's like they're my personal sex toys. Like animal slaves in my stable, eating out of a trough. I wonder if I asked them to bark like a dog, what they would do. Especially Akami. How would she react? She's more independent than most. I haven't seen her much; I think she still needs to be fully broken in. Should I hold my penis back and make her beg for it? ... No. I have to control my darker urges. It's so tempting, but I have to learn to be aggressive and still the same nice me I always was. Anyways, Akami has things progressing quite nicely. I'm just going to sit back and see what Akami comes up with next.

Akami didn't wait long to move things further. She took Alan deep in her throat and pushed Susan away from the penis. And once Akami had control, Susan was too polite to fight. Coming up for air with both hands pumping on Alan's penis to help keep Susan at bay, Akami pointed out, "Alan, I imagine you experience a fair number of titfucks, given all the well-endowed women around here." She winked at Susan, who practically hovered over them, looking for an opening to recapture control of her son's penis. "I think it's probably best if we test out some titfucks a bit."

Alan agreed wholeheartedly and spent the next couple of minutes fucking the nurse's tits. His body seemed to revive more with each passing minute and he put a lot of energy into it. His penis didn't bother him at all. They all forgot that he'd never been asked what his "chafing" rating for the dual blowjob was.

Susan, though, felt miffed. To go from having her son's penis in her mouth to having to endure watching someone else enjoy a titfuck was almost too much. She hovered all around Akami. She pouted to herself as she groped her own boobs, Akami's tits are a joke. A joke! You call those tits? Tiger, fuck MY tits! Or I should say fuck YOUR tits, because they belong to you. You own my body, so use it any way you want! Take me! Take my tits! Now!

Susan was so frustrated that she couldn't stay silent. She tapped Akami on the back. "Akami? Don't you think that, uh, that my tits..." She was so naturally modest that she had trouble figuring out how to tactfully phrase that her tits were far superior and in much greater need of a solid titfucking.

Luckily, Alan stepped in. "Akami, I rate that titfuck a four on the scale, given all the helpful pre-cum lubrication. But I think I need to compare that with my mom's. I mean, no offense, but given that her mammaries are so massive, a titfuck with her might lead to a different score. So, could you, um, let go?"

Akami sighed. She increasingly resented Susan's interruptions, not to mention the annoyingly huge size of her tits, but she ceded control. "Okay. I guess you have a point. But quickly, now. We have more important tests to conduct."

Alan liked the sound of that, but concentrated on fucking his mother's chest. He thought, You know, it's funny how similar this is to what happened with Xania earlier. Under some thin medical excuse, I end up doing all kinds of sexual stuff. The only difference is that I tricked Xania and now Akami is the one tricking Mom. Alan still didn't realize that Xania was in on all their games.

Susan was beside herself with joy and was so aroused that she no longer worried about propriety. She frigged her pussy with abandon. She sighed, "Oh, Tiger. You're fucking Mommy, even if only in the chest. Xania would approve. Yes! She knows this is so good. It's what you MUST do to Mommy. You MUST fuck her big, white, milky tits because she needs it so bad. She needs it! Your mommy MUST get FUCKED by her good son!"

By this time Susan had completely forgotten that Akami was there. She came in such an intense orgasm as she cried "Your mommy must get fucked" that her whole body buckled backwards. Her back arched more and more until her head hit the ground. Her tits lost contact with his penis and she threw herself to the ground and writhed around as if in an epileptic fit. She finally passed out altogether.

CHAPTER 5

When Susan came back to her senses she saw that Alan still hadn't cum. Her natural instinct was to get up and use her lips and tongue to make sure he got his satisfaction and then some, but Akami had taken over completely. Akami was again on all fours with her face pointed right at Susan, and Alan was lined up behind the nurse's toned and firm butt.

Akami smiled smugly at Susan and said to her, "Now that you're back with us, you'll be glad to know that Alan rated your titfuck a three. We're about to try the much more chafing assfuck. Alan just told me that you've never done this before, so you should leave this to us professionals. You have to know what you're doing here or you could get hurt."

Susan was so surprised that all she could do was open and close her mouth, unable to find the right words to say. She desperately wanted to be on the receiving end of Alan's anal fuck, but she couldn't go against the medical word of a professional nurse.

Akami turned her head around to Alan and said, "Alan, now that you've had a little rest, I think it's time. Just push it in slowly."

He did so. Akami's butt was very tight. He complained, "Dang. That's an eight on the chafing scale at least. Tight!" But he continued to thrust in and out of her asshole.

Before Akami could reply to his words, Susan complained, "'Us professionals?' What does that mean, Akami? If I may be frank, you're not exactly acting like a normal nurse."

Akami shot back, "And Susan, you're not exactly acting like a normal mother. However, we're both doing all we can to help Alan out with his problem, aren't we? And I won't beat around the bush. I'll admit that I'm enjoying..."

She was interrupted because Alan pulled out of her ass. He was in a playful mood, and poked his penis around her pussy. He joked, "You may not be beating around the bush, but I am."

Akami groaned at the bad joke. "Alan, please. Back in the butt, already. ... Aaaaah. That's better. Where was I? Oh yes. I'll admit I'm having fun in the process, but is that a crime? Of course not. Those who are helping and generous also receive much in return. Don't you agree? ... Deeper, Alan. Don't be afraid to go deep. ... So Susan, do you want me to stop this scientific test? Or do you want to see Alan suffer from brutal chafing?"

Susan moped, "Well, no. We can't have his penis in pain. Of course I want what's best for him." She paused and gazed in wonder at the sight of Alan's penis going in and out of Akami's butt. Then she snapped back to the conversation. "I'm, uh, sorry, Akami. I apologize." Again she got lost momentarily gazing, but then she had a thought. "It's just that, well, I'm thinking, my ass is a little different. It's much bigger and wider than yours since I'm so much taller than you. It's probably best if he give it a test too. A very thorough test! Alan, do you want to test your mommy's ass? Is that what you want? Do you want to bend her over and fuck her up the butt like a maniac? Do you want to grab her by the hair and then throw her to the ground as you roughly take control of her ass? Because I'm..."

Akami interrupted, and huffed between labored breaths, "Thank you for your generosity, Susan, but given the tender condition of his penis, I think one assfuck is more than enough right now. It's pretty remarkable he's made it this far without cumming and we still haven't made it to the ultimate test."

Alan momentarily wondered, Could my mother actually WANT me to fuck her up the ass? But he could be a bit thick when it came to seeing changes in his mother, and dismissed the idea. He didn't have much chance to consider the possibility because he continued to press slowly and gingerly in and out of Akami's ass. With each stroke it seemed to get a little bit easier, but he still took it conservatively. He asked the nurse quizzically, "The ultimate test?"

"Yes. Why don't we do that right now, because I can't wait. Is that still an eight?"

"No, it's dropped to more like a seven."

"Good. Keep that in mind, Susan. I think you need to focus on licking-focused blowjobs and well-lubricated titfucks for the time being. Take it easy on the assfucks and the aggressive handjobs if you can, okay? His penis needs a chance to recover."

Susan nodded obediently. She was still too wiped out from her recent orgasm to do much physically, but the sight of Alan plowing into an ass had already caused her arousal to rush back with a vengeance. She was nearly on the verge of attacking Akami to throw her aside and take her place. Only her complete exhaustion prevented her from getting up.

Akami, though, was tired of sharing and subtly indicated with her body language that she wanted Alan all to herself. Susan whimpered with lust, but obeyed. A voice in her head said, I must be a good slut and obey. I have to have CONTROL over myself. Xania said so. A good cum slut obeys her superiors and gets rewarded for her patience with a big load of yummy son-cum. She gets punished with a nasty spanking. Bad Mommy. She has to control her penis-hungry ass. Akami says so too... These thoughts turned her on even more than she already was.

All of a sudden Akami reached back, pulled Alan's penis out of her ass, dropped to the ground, and flipped over. "Okay, Alan, big stud, it's time for the ultimate test. Fuck my pussy like the wild teenaged pussy-pounder that you are!" Akami had pretty much dropped all pretense at medical professionalism, and was cooing and moaning like the woman in torrid heat that she truly was.

As Akami waited while Alan positioned his penis over her hole, she breathed to Susan, "Alan was telling me while you were passed out that you unfortunately haven't been fucked by this sexy beast yet. Your loss." She chuckled with pure glee, knowing what she was about to experience. She somehow felt involved in a very incestuous act, given that Susan watched, and that made it all the better for her.

Susan was sitting up now, with one hand on her clit and most of the fingers of the other deep in her snatch. She asked, "What do you think, Akami? Is it wrong if I want Alan to fuck me?"

Akami responded with a great moan, because Alan pushed himself deep into her. She cried out, "Oh God! Fuck yeah! Fuck me like a crazy banshee, you depraved devil! Go all the fucking way and fucking break my cervix in two!"

Alan replied with a second, more powerful thrust. He continued to sit on her and drive her into the carpet.

"Oh yeah! Like that!" Akami cried. She turned to see what Susan was doing and then remembered that she'd been asked some sort of question. "What were you saying Susan? ... God! Do it again! YOU are a GOD, you damned young fuck-beast! Fuck me, sex god! I'm the virgin sacrifice being offered to you. Slay me with your fuck-sword! Again! Again! Deeper! Deeper! Hurry! "

Propelled by such enthusiasm, Alan attacked Akami more intently with his penis.

Susan could see that Akami wasn't in a good state to answer her serious question, so instead she slid forward, and naggingly tapped Akami on a shoulder. "Akami? Can I join in somehow?"

"What? ... Fuck me Alan! Deeper! Harder! More! More! More! ... Oh, yeah. Susan. Uh, take the ass. ... God, it's good! I'm the virgin being ravaged by the fuck god! A fuck demon! Lord God Alan, King of the Fuckers, fuck this pussy!"

Susan came around Alan to face his bouncing butt. She tentatively grabbed hold of his ass cheeks as they flew and shuddered with each thrust. He fell onto Akami to give his mother a more accessible and somewhat more stable rear target.

Akami cried out, "Susan! Be the dirty slut that you are! Stick your tongue up his asshole! Do it! And Alan, don't stop! Don't stop! DON'T STOP!"

Alan had been relatively quiet, uncertain if encouraging words to Akami might offend his mother somehow. But he replied defensively, "I'm not stopping already! This is as hard as I go. OH! WOW!"

The last words were his surprise to feel his mother's tongue actually probe the edge of his asshole. He momentarily wondered how clean he was back there, but it didn't matter. Susan was so excited that she was ready to fuck, suck, or lick anything her son had to offer. As her head flew up and down his ass crack, she made the pleasant discovery that her nipples could scrape along the carpet, and she made sure to keep that friction going.

Akami grabbed hold of Alan by his hips and paused for a moment. She just breathed heavily for a while as she recovered the ability to speak. "Okay, Alan. Just a sec. I'm going to start rotating my hips a lot. Let's see if this adds to the grinding score for your penis."

Alan started again at a slower pace. He was surprised by the excellent things Akami's hips did. It seemed that she had some clever moves that no one had done with him before. While he went in and out, she went from side to side and somehow around in circles at the same time. It felt like she had four-way hips. It felt fantastic. He shouted, "Akami! Awesome! Much more taxing on the penis, but good! Fantastic!"

Susan meanwhile managed to keep her face and tongue buried in what was now the very mobile target of Alan's ass.

Akami was very pleased that Alan was impressed. They hit a perfect rhythm and their mutual joy increased that much more. She cried back, "Alan, you big strong, strapping white man, take this tiny native Japanese woman and rape her virgin cunt! On the sacrificial altar! Fuck God, fuck me good! You're a fuck God!"

Everyone paused as a strange voice cut in. "Alan, are you raping the Japanese again? Haven't I told you to cut back on that habit?" A happy giggle followed.

Alan looked up, and to his surprise, saw Katherine as she stood across the living room in her cheerleader uniform with a backpack over her shoulder. She winked at him and then examined the scene very approvingly.

Susan stopped licking the crack of Alan's butt, pulled back from him, and ridiculously covered up her tits with her arms. "Angel, what are you doing here?" She blushed profusely.

"Mom, remember that I live here?" Katherine put her hands on her hips, pretended to be upset, and protested, "I just got home from some very tiring cheerleading at the football game, and I'm very upset to see an orgy happening without me." She giggled some more.

Susan protested, "This isn't an orgy! We were just, uh, giving Alan a medical test."

Alan had paused in frozen fear when he first heard Katherine's voice, but realizing it was only his sister, he resumed fucking Akami, though at a slower pace. He winked at his sister, but remained silent.

Katherine pulled her cheerleader top over her head and then said, "I think I need to take that test too. Can you all perform it on me? By the way, Akami, nice to meet you. I've heard so much about you. I wonder if you taste as good as you look."

Akami was slightly embarrassed, given that she wasn't used to strangers walking in while being brutally fucked into submission, but she mostly took it in stride. She managed to stretch out a hand towards Katherine and hoped the daughter would shake it. She joked, "Nice to meet you too. Are you going to save me from this crazy white man, ravishing my entire home village?"

Katherine briefly touched Akami's outstretched hand, and then pulled her cheerleader skirt off. "On the contrary. As another big, bad white person, I think I need to help with the raping. Historically, our race is pretty good with that whole raping and pillaging thing. I think we Plummers in particular have Viking blood. The only problem is, Alan's got you so well covered. Big Colonial Exploiting Brother, can you reposition so I could have some Asian land of my own to conquer?" She giggled some more at their strange but somehow fun extended metaphor.

But apparently Alan couldn't take any more stimulation. Even though Susan had stopped and he had stopped, Akami's hips had resumed their exquisite rotation, and it was more than he was ready to deal with. He shouted, "Mom, get back to my ass!" He could feel the cum welling up inside him, and decided to go with it. He resumed his pummeling of Akami's pussy and shouted some more, "Akami, hold on! I'm cumming!"

Susan immediately obeyed and planted her mouth back on his asshole. In an effort to make his climax as enjoyable as possible, she thrust her tongue into it as far as it could go.

His penis was practically a blur by now, it rammed into Akami so hard and so quickly. The nurse cried out, "Alan, you're a god! A fuck god!"

Needless to say, Susan loved Akami's "fuck god" idea. She thought, Yes! My son is a god! I worship at his ass! I am not worthy of his penis, but I have been granted his ass. I must please it in every way! I live to serve my son's ass with my tongue! She went at her asshole licking even more intently. She somehow managed to bring her tits up to the bottom of his ass, and pushed her nipples into his butt cheeks even as she continued to deeply tongue his asshole. One hand guided her tits while another reached between his legs and grasped at his dangling balls to give him more unexpected pleasure there.

Katherine urged like a cheerleader, "Do it, Brother! Fuck her good! Slay her pussy! Make her a slaaaave to your cock!"

All of this was way too much pleasure for Alan to handle. He cried incoherently as he continued to stroke into Akami. She cried back even as she managed to keep her hips rotating in exciting ways. Akami was shocked at how aroused Katherine's words made her, especially the way Katherine said "slave" and really drew it out alluringly - Akami thought that she was already as aroused as humanly possible.

Katherine wanted to get in the action but didn't see a good way in. She dropped to the ground and jerked Alan's head to the side, then kissed him passionately on the mouth. She held on as she felt his entire body buckle with each rope that shot off into Akami's vagina (unfortunately, the number of ropes were few, as he was nearly out of cum). But then his dueling tongue went limp and Katherine found that she was holding an unconscious head. Just as Susan had been overwhelmed earlier, now it was Alan's turn. He completely passed out.

His penis took longer to deflate and give up the fight. Once it finally popped out of the well-fucked nurse's pussy, both mother and daughter stared at the gooey mess on and all around Akami's thighs with a mixture of longing, jealousy, and admiration.

CHAPTER 6

Akami came close to losing consciousness as well but somehow managed to stave it off. Katherine rolled Alan off of Akami and the nurse lay on the ground for many minutes to catch her breath. Susan also remained on the ground, recovering.

Katherine, on the other hand, had barely begun. She stood up. Hands on her hips, she complained, "I suppose you all are wiped out now, hunh? Just my luck. God, if I could have gotten here ten minutes earlier. Fuck!" She stared at Akami, and not anywhere near her face. "Can I at least suck my brother's cum from your pussy? I've never really eaten a cream pie before."

Akami held her hands up to ward the nympho teen away. "No. Please! Too sensitive right now. Don't even touch me down there or I'll go off like a cork, and not in a good way, either. Your brother really did a number on me."

Katherine groused, "Sure. Relax. Everyone else is having all kinds of orgiastic fun, and I get to watch the cum drip. Whoopee."

Susan replied defensively, "Really, Angel, it wasn't an orgy. Akami here was just testing how best to stimulate Alan without grinding on his penis too much, and I guess things got out of hand."

Akami agreed. "I'm sorry, Susan. Things did get out of hand there a little bit. But holding Alan's hot penis in my hand and then in my mouth, and seeing your huge swaying tits and your practically steaming pussy, well, I guess I lost my professional demeanor at some point. Hormones took over. I didn't mean to fuck him in front of you like that. That must have been tough on you."

"Yes, it was," Susan agreed as she sighed. "You have no idea how much. But I understand how you feel. I mean, it's like he IS a fuck god, and we're just the helpless cunts in his relentless path. Have you ever seen or heard of any man who could put up with that much stimulation and still keep going that long? It's incredible!"

"It is," Akami agreed. She sat up and a mixture of his cum and her juices rolled out of her vagina.

Katherine, still miffed at missing out on everything, rushed over to Akami to try again. "Here, let me clean that up for you. With my tongue."

But Susan butted in. "Hold on, young lady. Alan is going to wake up any minute, and I'm sure he's had enough sex for a while. Look at him, the poor baby. Such an overworked penis, but he does it to make us happy. He works so hard to keep us all well fucked until he drops from exhaustion. Let's not get all worked up again or he'll once again find himself fucking us practically against his will, because he just can't resist such a sexy sight. Don't you think, Akami?"

"I think you're right. Not only that, but I want to clean this mess up myself." She ran a finger through the combined juices that dripped down her thigh. "Mmmm, mmmm, good. I swear, if there's manna from Heaven, it tastes just like Alan's cum."

She scooped up even more. "Sorry, Katherine." As a peace offering, she held her fingers up for Katherine to lick off. They were quite soaked in Alan's cum and Akami's juices.

Katherine lapped up all of the cum and gave an appreciative nod to Akami. Then she sat down on a sofa, naked but still frustratingly horny. But she was in a good enough mood to say, "Do you expect any less from a sex god?"

Remembering that Susan still didn't know that Alan had fucked his sister already, Katherine thought of something to help pave that way to her mother's acceptance of that. "Mom, I don't know how I can resist if my sex god brother wants to have sex with me. How can I say no? As you so eloquently put it, we are just helpless cunts. There's no way to stop his jackhammer cock from grinding down on us."

Susan sighed again. "I know. It's so true. What do you think, Akami? Do you think I should fuck him?" She searched her body for some cum of her own to lick up, but she was frustratingly dry, except for a good amount of sweat. She considered licking Alan's penis clean but thought it would be better to have him rest.

Akami answered, "Susan, you're looking at it the wrong way. It's not 'should I fuck him.' Admit that it's a fact that HE will fuck YOU. Hard. Until you beg for mercy. I'm beyond amazed that it hasn't happened already. Accept the fact that it'll happen and enjoy it to its fullest. You're just about the luckiest woman I know, to be living in the same house as him. You too, Katherine."

All three ladies let out a little collective sigh and looked down on the sleeping teenager. He had a slight grin, no doubt dreaming of sex in one way or another. His buxom mother, nympho sister, and sperm-sampling nurse all admired his good looks, strong physique, and most of all, his hyperactive penis. It was not only turgid, but even continued to leak a dribble of pre-cum as if ready to leap into action at any moment.

Susan tore herself away from the sight long enough to say, "You're right. Xania said pretty much the same thing today. Now that's two medical professionals who agree. And deep in my heart I've already long accepted that fact."

She braced herself, thrust her chest out proudly, and then announced, "I'm ready. I'm ready for my son to fuck me."

Katherine rushed over and kissed her mother on the lips. "Mom! I'm so happy for you!" She pushed her tits into her mother's and her mother eagerly pushed back. They ran their nipples in circles around each other's and then kissed some more.

After a minute, Susan stopped the kiss and said, "Angel, what if Alan woke up right now and saw us like this? We don't want to overstimulate him."

Katherine giggled and said, "I imagine he'd get so excited that he'd have to fuck your juicy cunt. Then he'd fuck mine!" She was so excited by this prospect that she started mauling her own tits.

Akami added a touch of reality. "Unfortunately you two, he only gave me a couple of ropes of cum. I think he's had it for the day."

Susan pulled away from her daughter in disappointment. "Yeah. I keep forgetting. This whole test must have been very tiring for my cute baby. We should probably wait a bit, don't you think? He was saying he really needs this weekend to recover. If he fucks me, I want him to be at full strength."

"Yes," Akami nodded, "give him some time to recover. Especially avoid anal sex. I can see you really want to do that, but as you may have noticed, he gave that the highest score on the chafing and grinding scale. As I think I said before, focus on soft titfucks and lots of tongue action on his cock. Maybe you and Katherine could blow him together. I'm sure he'd love that. But give him a couple days to just take it slow. Then, my prescription is, fuck like mad."

Katherine eagerly asked, "So Mom, if you're ready for him to fuck you, can't he fuck me too? Isn't that okay? That's what Akami pretty much just said." She wanted to get their fucking out in the open. She knew the way to her brother's dick was through her mother's pussy, and further knew that the hornier Susan got, the more likely she was to be agreeable.

"Yes, I suppose," Susan admitted grudgingly. "But only when I say so. When he's ready for more fucking, on Monday or Tuesday, he and I are probably going to fuck non-stop for hours. Only after that, when he's fully recovered, will it be your turn." Susan let her own words sink into her brain and noticed that the mere thought of such prolonged fucking had given herself a mini-climax. Her inner thighs were soaked.

"Okay, Mom! So you're saying Alan can only fuck me if he's fully recovered." Katherine prodded teasingly, "Now that that's clear, where's my welcome home kiss?"

"You just had your welcome home kiss," Susan pointed out.

"No, that was my congratulations on the good news kiss."

Susan faked a sigh, and the two of them went at it with much playful tonguing deep in their mouths. Again, their bountiful tits repeatedly and pleasantly crashed into each other. Katherine reached down and ran her hands all over her mother's extremely wet thighs. She slapped her now juicy hands over Susan's ass and grabbed the ass cheeks tight while her tongue sought out her mother's tonsils.

A cough alerted them to stop. They found Akami standing above them, once again fully dressed. She said, "Sorry to interrupt, but it looks like that could go on a long time. And I unfortunately have to get going. I have dinner with Dr. Fredrickson of all people."

Katherine and Susan stood up. Katherine commented, "That's too bad. We never had a chance to get properly introduced, if you know what I mean. But we have a friendly kiss policy around here. Let me give you a Plummer family send off." Akami found herself kissing and groping the endlessly horny daughter. Then she did the same to an equally horny mother. But the kissing sessions were frustratingly brief and she didn't explore their naked flesh nearly as much as she would have liked. The clock told her that she was running very late to her dinner date.

As Akami walked to the front door, trailed by the two naked Plummer women, she leaned into Katherine's ear and whispered, "I look forward to getting to know you better. Much better. I think we need to schedule a full body examination at the office. What do you think?"

Katherine whispered back, "Definitely!"

Then, more formally and in a normal voice, Akami said to Susan, "And I'll be seeing you on Monday."

"You will?" Susan replied, surprised.

"Yes. Didn't Suzanne tell you? She called me earlier today and scheduled an appointment for you. I assumed you'd asked her to do it. Didn't you?"

"No, but if Suzanne says I should go in then I will. She knows me better than I do myself. I'll see you on Monday then."

She turned to go, and then turned back. "Oh yes. One last thing. When Alan wakes up, ask him how he rated that fuck. On the penis grinding scale, of course."

As Akami walked down the path leading from the Plummer's front door, she thought to herself, What have I just done? What am I doing? I should have told Suzanne or Susan no, Susan shouldn't come in for an appointment on Monday. But I went one worse and invited Katherine in for an appointment too! Dr. Fredrickson is going to watch them all on video for his own filthy purposes. What a letch. I have to do something about it, or I'm not a real friend to this lovely family. But what can I do? The doctor has me over a barrel. Not only could he fire me, but he could put me in prison for the unprofessional things I've done with Alan.

And that was pretty bizarre with Alan back there. I WAS a bit out of control. I mean, yeah, I knew that I was going to have sex with him somehow before I left the house, but it wasn't supposed to be like that, in front of Susan and everything. The way I was carrying on, with the whole "fuck god" thing - talk about over the top. But the way he fucked felt so amazingly good. So incredible. And it felt even better to cry out that kind of stuff. Even the "white man rape my helpless Japanese ass" stuff was a hoot. I could have never been so free with my thoughts with Dr. Fredrickson. It was like I was free to just let my Freudian id run wild, even with Susan there. In fact, she totally encouraged me to be like that, the way she vocalizes her own fantasies.

God, I think I'm falling for this kid, and he hasn't even called me once all week. No wonder, with a mother and sister shaped the way they are. Not to mention his neighbor Suzanne. He's probably fucking a whole bunch of perfect ten women. I don't stand a chance with my medium-sized tits and more normally-shaped body. I should just enjoy the good fucks with the Plummers whenever they come along, and stick with Dr. Fredrickson for the long term. The doctor may not be as good a lover, but he's a dependable daily fuck and I don't really have any serious competition with him. Including his wife. But he's such a fucking letch with this videotaping crap, and he IS fucking married. Crap.

She sighed heavily and got into her car.

CHAPTER 7

At the very same time Akami drove away from the Plummer house, Suzanne was also in a car, driving around aimlessly just a couple of miles away. Her head was so full of worry that she finally pulled over by the side of the road in the middle of a suburban neighborhood and just sat behind the steering wheel.

She sat with her eyes wide open, staring at nothing. Then she closed them fiercely and pounded her head on the steering wheel several times. Suzanne, what have you DONE, you crazy fool! You call this scheming? This is desperation.

She sighed, and then tried to pull her thoughts together. Okay. So I've just slashed the tires of some scoutmaster's car. And why? So I could get my chance to fuck Alan this weekend. True, I did leave eight hundred dollars, which is more than enough to cover the expenses and hopefully the inconvenience for him, but still; I've crossed some kind of line here. My schemes used to be so elegant. I prided myself in never hurting anyone who didn't deserve it, and this scoutmaster guy certainly didn't deserve it.

Why. WHY? Why couldn't I just wait a few more days? I could have been thrown in prison. Is it really that important that I fuck him now? ... It is. It's not just that I'm about to burst from holding off all this time. I just have to settle my position in Alan's heart before Susan permanently lodges herself there and locks me out.

It's sooo ironic that I'm going to these extremes to prevent Susan from having sex with Alan before me, when just a couple of days ago I was crazily scheming to get her to have sex with him immediately. I must really be losing it to work against my own schemes like this.

Her mind flashed back to a conversation with Xania just one day earlier that she now deeply regretted. Suzanne was in Xania's new "office." In fact, the two of them were sweating as they carried heavy furniture into the office space she'd just rented solely for the meeting Xania would have with the Plummers the next day. A few days later she would have to go back up and return all the furniture they'd rented and the very short-term lease on the office would expire. It was a lot of work and money to fake one meeting.

Suzanne plopped herself down on the couch they'd just moved in. She was sweaty and exhausted. "That's the last of it, Xania. Thanks a lot for all your hard work."

Xania answered, "Anything for an old friend. Actually, I really look forward to it. This is like a big adventure."

"Believe me, you'll enjoy it. Especially what you're going to do with Alan. But remember, that's a side issue. The main reason for all of this is Susan. She's your main goal."

Xania plopped down on the sofa next to Suzanne and made herself comfortable. She could feel another lecture coming on. Suzanne had talked practically nonstop all day and the day before as they made all their arrangements. By now, Xania felt she knew Susan and her two children inside and out, but Suzanne constantly repeated herself because she wanted everything to go perfectly.

"Let's review," Suzanne said as she wiped the sweat off of her forehead. "The most important thing is..." Her voice dropped away so Xania could complete the sentence.

"To get Susan to want to fuck her children," Xania dutifully replied. But she went on, "I know. But, if I may ask, why is that such a big deal? Why not just let whatever happens happen? I mean, don't take this the wrong way, but aren't you violating her trust with this whole office scheme?"

Suzanne laughed, a little bit bitterly. "Thanks for bringing this up now, now that everything has been arranged. Look. This is what's best for everyone. I'm not being selfish here. This is what Susan wants and needs. She needs to fuck her son like she needs to breathe air. You should see how she is. She's so worked up about it that she doesn't know if she's coming or going. And I mean that literally! If you can help her come to peace with this inevitable decision, it'll help her so much. And Alan will be loving life, and Katherine will be joining in and loving it. ... Everyone will be living in heaven if we can just break down her last reservations."

Xania asked, "But isn't the fact that she is even considering this incest all your doing in the first place? Didn't you put that bug in her ear from the very beginning?"

"Yes, but like I said, it's all very necessary. The whole family has never been happier. She has never been happier."

"I thought you just said she doesn't know if she's coming or going."

"True, but that's just because she's so blissed out on pure happiness. Trust me. I'm her best friend. I'm thinking only of what benefits her. You should have seen how frigid and prudish she used to be. It was almost comical, especially given that I've been her best friend all this time. She's like a flower in bloom now. And yes, of course I'm going to benefit, big time. I'll be having sex with all of them and it'll be one non-stop orgy. But that just shows that good things come to those who help others."

Xania chuckled. "Just like you and me, eh? I'm doing a good deed, and you're going to make sure that I'm rewarded. And then, in turn, you're going to be rewarded for helping me."

"Yes. I'd fuck you right now, just like the old days. But it'll be all that much sweeter if it's a victory fuck to celebrate our successful conversion of Susan into the world of total sexual freedom. You'll love when I lick you, I'll love when you lick me - everyone benefits."

Xania leaned closer. And wrapped her arms around her college friend. "There's no reason why we can't fuck now AND fuck later. I'm game if you are." She kissed Suzanne on the lips.

Suzanne kissed back for a couple of minutes, and their hands started to explore. Xania was especially eager, as she recalled all the things they used to do with each other when they were roommates back in college. During the kiss, she managed to undo Suzanne's top and her own, so their magnificent tits rubbed against each other. That was one thing she missed terribly about Suzanne - her tits. Even with all the people she met in the porn movie industry, she rarely came across a pair of natural tits as perfect as Suzanne's.

But Suzanne pulled away. Her blouse accidentally fell to the ground, and Xania eagerly took that as a sign to drop hers the rest of the way as well. "Now, now, Xania. Hold on. As much as I enjoy that, good things come to those who wait. If there's anything I've learned in these past weeks, it's how a prize is all the sweeter if you wait for it. Not only that, but if you and I get started on each other, we won't get anything done. We would just fuck non-stop on every piece of furniture in here until we drop of exhaustion."

Xania pressed her naked tits into Suzanne's again, and rubbed in a most devious and arousing manner. "But we've done almost everything we need to do. Why not break this lovely couch in, right now?"

Suzanne barely managed to avoid screaming in ecstasy as Xania's nipples circled Suzanne's. She most reluctantly pushed her friend away. "Whoa! Hold on. We still have to arrange all the furniture and make this look like a genuine office. Details are key. Then I have to rush back in time for dinner. They'll all be waiting for me for my daughter's special celebration at a fancy restaurant. I have responsibilities."

Xania rolled her eyes, but gave up her seduction for the moment. "I'll tell you, Suzanne. Responsibility. Who needs it?"

The two of them just sat there, staring at each other. Xania eyed Suzanne like a hungry wolf and looked for any sign of weakness. But Suzanne stared back resolutely, her expression making it clear that she was determined not to play. She knew that Xania lived only in the moment, and there was too much riding on this to literally fuck it up.

Xania finally conceded in the staring contest, pulled back, and got serious again. "Let's get back to Susan. Something about this just doesn't sit right with me. Putting your words in my mouth and having me say, 'Trust Suzanne. She knows what's best for you.' I don't know. That's weird. It's not too late to change your mind. Then we could fuck these last hours instead of doing this heavy furniture lifting."

Suzanne grabbed Xania and looked her in the eye. "Trust me. You know me. I haven't changed much over the years. My methods are strange, but have I ever hurt anyone with my schemes? No. Susan is a pure, good person and not all jaded and bitter like myself. I place her interests over my own because she has more trouble fending for herself. I would never, ever do anything to hurt her!"

"Okay, okay. You know I'll help. I told you I'm looking forward to it, and I am. I just want to be absolutely sure that you know what you're doing. I mean, incest. This is serious stuff you're gonna have Susan do, even if her kids are adopted. There's legal stuff to worry about, if anyone ever gets caught. Isn't there?"

"Don't worry. I've got it all figured out."

Suzanne ended her reminiscence and snapped back to the present. A truck in the distance honked its horn. She mused, I should have listened to Xania and canceled that fake appointment. I would have had Xania's tongue between my legs and Susan still waffling over what to do with Alan. And the way we rubbed our tits together - does that bring back good memories, or what! Aside from Susan, Xania's the only one I can really go toe to toe with in a tit smashing contest. Well, there's Brenda, but she would probably suffocate me on those enormous monsters. I guess there's only one way to find out, heh-heh!

Wait a second, Suzanne. Focus now. Don't let your libido make your decisions. That's your big problem lately. Think.

Am I just saying I should have acted differently because that's what would benefit me most, given my current worries that the relationship between mother and son is pushing me to the side? I have to forget my own interest and do what's best for Susan. But what is really best for her? This family needs me as the matriarch. Susan has always been too much of a softy. It's a miracle her kids aren't more spoiled, and a good part of that is due to my mostly hidden hand in helping to raise them. Now that she has nothing but sex on the brain, she's lost all willpower to discipline them. While she and Katherine are going on about being sex slaves, someone needs to run things. That very incident yesterday with Xania shows that I can overcome severe temptation when discipline is needed. It's imperative that I secure my spot as at least Susan's equal with Alan's heart and his penis. What I'm doing is RIGHT. Sabotaging the van was necessary because having sex with Alan before Susan does is necessary. It's for her own good. It's for the whole family's good. I'm being completely honest with myself here.

Or am I? She lightly pounded her head against the steering wheel several times, and sighed heavily again, no more certain of where she stood now than an hour ago.

CHAPTER 8

Back at the Plummer house, Katherine and Susan dressed and chatted while Alan still lay asleep on the living room floor. Katherine had come home to see Alan off to his hiking trip, but Susan explained how the trip had been canceled. She further stressed that Alan needed to have his space to recover for the duration of the weekend.

Alan finally woke up. Though he was still naked and his privates were drenched in cum, he sat down on the couch and casually joined in the conversation.

After some more casual discussion, Susan brought up what their plans for the evening should be. She said to him, "Tiger, I know you're tired and all, but given that you're home for the weekend, it would hurt Amy very much if you don't go out with her on a date. You should take her out tonight."

"But Mom," he complained, "I'm so fucked out. I wouldn't really be fully up for it, and I want my first time with Amy to be really special."

"Now Tiger, I didn't imply that you have to fuck her. Just go see a movie. Have some fun. Don't you enjoy being with Amy? I don't think you have any idea how much this would mean to her."

So Alan and Amy made plans to see a movie that evening. Katherine and Susan spent a long time before the movie helping Amy make herself pretty. The challenge was to wear something that was alluring for Alan, but not so revealing that it attracted every other guy as well and caused a stir back at school. She wore a long black dress that showed a borderline respectable amount of cleavage. However, before the movie when Amy modeled her dress for Alan, she didn't use the shoulder straps and stayed bare chested.

She did a mini-strip tease of the rest of the dress, no doubt inspired by the recent strip shows put on by Susan. Amy's strip show was short because she had so little in the way of clothing to take off, but she ended it well, with her legs spread wide and her fingers in her pussy. "I don't know if this is how most couples start their first date," she joked.

Katherine and Susan watched Amy strutting her stuff, and both were impressed. Amy had the least sexual wiles - her previous conception of taking off clothes was the faster they were off, the better. But she was rapidly learning how to tempt Alan from watching the others in the Plummer house.

Neither Amy nor Alan had been on a real date before, but there were no first date jitters since they were so familiar with each other. Amy especially had a great time. Throughout the date, she used all she'd recently learned to constantly flash Alan views of her tits and crotch, while having to make sure that no one else saw. Alan got an extra charge that such flashes were taking place in public - something that had almost never happened for him, despite everything else that had. At the movie they ran into some people she knew, and she beamed with pride walking arm in arm with Alan.

The last time Alan saw a movie was with Katherine, when she practically sexually assaulted him in the theater. But this time Alan fell asleep shortly after the movie started and stayed asleep until it was over. That's how tired he was. Amy though, was completely unfazed. Afterwards the two of them went to an ice cream parlor and had a great time just talking.

Like a gentleman, Alan drove Amy home and walked her to her door, even though she only lived one house away. He gave her a rather brief goodnight kiss at her door (brief by Plummer house standards). Amy had hoped for more from him physically, but she'd been warned how exhausted he was and didn't complain.

Alan however felt bad. He felt like he had a reputation as a sexual stud to maintain. So, as they parted, he said, "Amy, I know you've been wanting to fuck for a while now. I've only been holding out because I want it to be really special. We'll do something really special tomorrow night, knock on wood. Okay?"

"M'kay!" To his surprise, she tapped at his penis through his pants, then giggled. She explained, "Knock on wood," and Alan finally got the other meaning of "wood." They both laughed even more. She left him nearly walking on air.

When Alan came back to his own house and entered the front door, he was a bit surprised to see both Susan and Katherine sitting in the living room, waiting up for their goodnight kisses (not to mention their welcome back home kisses).

He could hardly believe it, and he almost couldn't bear it, from an energy perspective if nothing else. He said to both of them, as he came in, "I thought I explained I need to take it easy sexually this weekend."

Katherine said wryly, "Hey, you can't knock a woman for trying, can you?"

"No, I guess not," he admitted.

To everyone's surprise, Susan joked, "Can you knock UP a woman for trying?"

Alan's eyes nearly bugged out as he was suddenly filled with visions of his mother pregnant with his baby. Then he remembered that she was infertile. He found that to be quite a relief. "Ooooh, man. You two are too much! When I cry uncle you have to give me a break, okay? I'm definitely crying uncle right now. This is no fair. It's like one person playing basketball against a team of four. I'm getting creamed. Just a brief kiss on the lips from both of you. That's all I can handle. Then I'm going to go to bed and sleep forever."

Katherine said happily, "I could go in a lot of directions with your getting creamed comment, brother, but I'm going to resist. This is your weekend to do what you want."

Susan pointed out, "Actually, every weekend is your weekend to do what you want, Tiger. You're the man of the house now. If you told us both to strip and get on all fours so you could fuck us both in the ass, we'd have to do it, wouldn't we, Angel?"

"With pleasure, Mom. Brother, should we demonstrate?" The two of them mugged sexily for him, pressing their cheeks together and presenting two smiling faces, side by side. That put their scantily clad bodies together from top to bottom; Susan's larger tits seemed to try to engulf Katherine's smaller ones. It was a squishy battle Alan wanted to see fought to the finish.

"Hey, you two. Remember about taking it easy?" He made a mental note, Again, my mom is talking about an assfuck. What's up with that? Would she really be into that, or is that just her way of showing that she'd do even the most vile things with me to show the extent of her love and devotion? And is this more sexy talk, or am I really the "man of the house"? What does that mean, anyways?

Susan mimed the buttoning of her lips, but she couldn't help but smile. "Sorry."

"Thanks. Phew. What a day!" When the kisses ended Alan went to bed and slept a very, very, long time.

CHAPTER 9 (Saturday, Nov. 16)

Alan woke up around eleven o'clock after sleeping nearly twelve hours. Combined with his two naps and sleeping during the movie, he'd fully caught up on what felt like a slept debt that had been building up for weeks. If anything, he had too much sleep, and felt groggy. It was the perfect kind of lazy mood to spend the day doing nothing of importance.

He considered going in his robe but decided that might prove too tempting for the others. As he put on his shirt and shorts, he thought, Let's see. Yesterday I came ... six times. Considering how much I slept, it seems I was either sleeping or cumming. But today I'm gonna go once or maybe twice. Two is the max, definitely. I can't go cold turkey with all this ripe flesh around, that's for sure. But today will be my big vacation day.

Meanwhile, Susan and Suzanne had a good long talk in the kitchen as they waited for Alan to awake. The two were only alone together a short time the night before, and most of that was filled with Susan's description of Akami's visit. Suzanne had heard most of what happened at the psychiatrist's office by talking to Xania on the phone the night before, but she wanted to hear Susan's version of events. After a healthy and prolonged good morning French kiss with her best friend, she asked, "So how was the visit with Xania? Good, I assume?"

"Good. Excellent actually, but exhausting! You mentioned that she was a sex therapist, but I had no idea there's so much actual sex in a therapy session! She made me masturbate so much that I could barely walk out of there. My legs were wobbly and dripping with juices, as usual. Actually, now that I think about it, it wasn't that different from just staying at home, in that respect. Non-stop masturbation!" She giggled. "But her advice was really good."

Suzanne was very proud of herself. Susan talked extensively, and Suzanne learned that most everything with the psychiatrist visit went exactly according to plan, and in some cases things went even better than expected. Xania had shown a natural talent for improvising.

In Suzanne's opinion Xania had let things get far too sexual, especially with the improvised "visualization exercises" with Susan. She was fairly amazed that Susan didn't find it very odd that she'd spent most of the appointment topless and/or masturbating. It goes to show how far removed Susan is from the real world. If she has to go out shopping or something, it must be like Rip Van Winkle waking up, because she's in this sexual world, fucking herself and sucking cock all day. Just like Akami's visit yesterday. Susan probably didn't even blink an eye when Akami started to suck Alan's cock. She's gotten to the point that she finds it perfectly natural and right that beautiful women suck his cock when they get near him.

She's totally sexed up. And I've got to keep her like that until she gives in completely to Alan. I've been doing everything I can to keep her in that world, even doing the grocery shopping for her this past week. It's a never ending task to keep her from something jarring that will snap her out of her erotic fog, until the changes become permanent. Actually, these "visualization exercises" are perfect. I should have thought of that, but I wouldn't have believed she'd have fallen for it. I'm going to have to remind her to practice those very regularly.

The only problem was that it had gone so well that Susan wanted to have further counseling sessions with Xania, despite the long drive to her "office." In Xania's phone call to Suzanne after Susan left, Xania was very insistent about that idea, too (no doubt because she wanted to have sex with Susan). But having another appointment would be hard to do. For instance, everything in the office was already packed up and gone. Suzanne figured that issue was something she could deal with later. Her immediate interest was to find out what Susan's new attitude towards sex would be. For the time being, Suzanne resisted doing much more than French kiss greetings to give Susan some space.

Once Susan finished her long story of the psychiatrist session, Suzanne asked, "So Susan, the big question. Now that the psychiatrist seems to condone your actions, what are you going to do with Alan, physically?"

"Now we finally come to it. That's the exciting part, Suzanne! I've been holding it in, waiting for you to ask! I still wasn't 100 percent sure after I left Xania, but then I talked it over briefly with Akami and she confirmed it for me. I MUST have sex with him. It's not even for me to decide. My body belongs to him. Alan is in complete control and it's obviously what he wants, so I want it too. My entire purpose in life now is to sexually please him. But even without that, I want it so bad. Now I'm gonna have it! It's all clicked into place. All my prudish and absurd childhood teachings have fallen away and I'm now totally free. I'm free! It's so great. It didn't really dawn on me until I went to bed last night. It was like a wave of peace swept over me. I've felt so mentally split, for weeks. But now I feel a sense of wholeness. I don't have any guilt any more. Not a bit. Isn't it great?"

She clutched both of Suzanne's hands tightly, and then the two of them hugged a very long hug.

Suzanne pretended to be happy for her friend, but inwardly she worried. Suzanne, you've been far too successful this time. Damn! What am I going to do now? How it is that I scheme so much and still don't wind up on top? At least she feels whole again. I feel good about that, at least. Actually, this is great news if only I can get Alan to realize that I'm the one that loves him the most and that he has to love me the most. Everything else is still on track, except for that one thing.

The hug ended. Suzanne faked enthusiasm and said, "That's great. When are the two of you going to do the deed?"

"Shucks. That's the one snag. Akami made it clear that I should agree to Alan's request and let him take it easy all weekend. And of course if Alan wants it, then I must obey in any case. I feel so happy now that I realize my life is entirely in his hands."

Suzanne was disturbed to hear this, not least because she considered herself to have considerable influence over Susan. "But you're his mother. Certainly you have to remain in charge?"

"Well, yeah. With non-sexual things, certainly. My favorite thing Xania said was the need for me to assert more control. I need to be in control of the situation. After all, this is my house, and I'm the mother. That's one thing that was really bothering me, the feeling of constantly sliding down a slippery slope, and losing control. In recent weeks I'd mostly gotten over my concerns about the morality of incest and my main worry was that that I would lose my dignity and become a total slut. Alan wants to be proud of his mother, and I want him to be proud of me. I don't want to let him down. But then I realized I just have to make a sharp division between the sexual and non-sexual. When it comes to something like telling him to clean his room, I have to stand firm. But when it comes to something like sucking his cock, I have to stand firm, but in a different way. Firm tits. Firm nipples. Firm ass. You know what I mean?" She giggled and laughed mirthfully.

Suzanne queried, "So, in other words, you want him to take over completely, sexually?"

"Yes. I NEED him to dominate me sexually. I absolutely must serve him. I realized that's just the type of person I am. It makes me so hot to think about it. You know what turns me on most of all? When he orders me around and says something like 'assume the position.' I cream right then and there. I'm so proud of my body. So proud of my tits. Soon I'll be proud of my cunt, when it learns that its purpose in life is to be there for Alan to fill at any time."

Suzanne was disturbed, but couldn't help but get turned on at the same time. She asked, "But certainly being so subservient in that, don't you think that will carry over into other things? How can you force him to clean his room when you're begging to suck his cock?"

"Well, that's my challenge. And that's the solution. Alan can still respect me as a mother, and enjoy me as the slut for his cock that I truly am, as long as I remain resolute in maintaining my non-sexual motherly duties. You see? It's the best of both worlds. I can slide down the sexual slippery slope as far as I want. We can fuck like frenzied bunnies all night long, as long as I'm there to prepare his breakfast and lunch bag in the morning. I have to be a good whore, AND a good mother."

Suzanne had a hard time believing that Susan's scheme could work. She thought, Susan is deceiving herself yet again. Her sexual enthusiasm means that she's going to gladly give up total control to Alan in everything. He's going to be spanking her right and left, and she's going to be loving it. Which is why it's so important that I take on an increasingly dominant role in his life. I need to step in and be the one to say "no" when Susan is too blissed out on sex. Otherwise Alan is going to be completely spoiled in very short order.

She looked up at Susan and was surprised to see the mother had gone from a face of total euphoria to a serious frown. Susan was biting her lip in worry. "What is it?" Suzanne asked.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just wondering when I'll be able to do the deed. My period should start around Tuesday or Wednesday, so I may only have Monday. Then there's his rescheduled hiking trip next weekend. I'm just afraid I won't get enough fucking in, anytime soon. Because that's all I want to do, is fuck my son!"

Suzanne was delighted. A-ha! All I have to do is stop them from fucking on Monday, Tuesday maybe too, and I'll have over a whole week to have him all to myself! Well, at least a good chunk of him. I need to establish myself here in the new shape of things. Then she can fuck him all she wants. But how to stop them from fucking? It's like trying to stop a boulder from falling through the sky.

Suzanne said reassuringly, "Don't worry, I'm sure it'll all work out. It sounds like Monday will be divine for you. But I'm curious who will be in charge, sexually, if you're so happily subservient. Suppose that next time when all five of us are hanging out one night, Alan gets a hard-on and needs immediate relief. We'll all want to be the one to suck him off, naturally, so who gets to do it?"

"Hmm. Oh, I know! That's easy. Alan will choose. After all, isn't that our role, just to please him?"

Suzanne wasn't so sure about that when it came to herself. Pleasing herself was an extremely high priority. But she kept that thought to herself and asked, "But suppose that, for whatever reason, he can't make up his mind? Then what?"

"Hunh. Tough one. But it's still my house and I'm still his mother. So it should be up to me. Don't you think? ... I'd try to be fair of course, and spread the joy around so everyone could have their turn. Unless it was a Tuesday, and you know what happens on my special day." Susan smiled a big smile and got tingly just thinking about Tuesdays.

Suzanne thought briefly, It's odd how similar Susan and Katherine are about this subservience thing. I wonder if sexual dominance and subservience is nature or nurture? Amy's so willing in everything too. I guess I'm the only female around here with any real backbone. That makes it all the more important I stay in charge.

She got up. "I have to go do a few things at this moment. Now would be a good time to practice those visualization exercises Xania was recommending, don't you think?"

"Oh, those? Okay. But if I sit around masturbating while thinking about fucking Alan, won't that just make me more frustrated that I can't fuck him already?"

"No. It'll sate those urges for a while. Just like, if you want to cure someone from being afraid of snakes, you have to slowly get them closer and closer to snakes. Gradually they become used to it, until they can hold a snake in their hand. In the same way, if he fucks you in your mind today, you won't actually want him to fuck you so much in reality."

Susan joked, "And I'll be happy to hold his snake in my hand!" They laughed.

But Suzanne thought, It's actually getting a bit frightening just how pliable Susan is getting. She didn't question that very dubious snake analogy at all. She's not thinking logically whatsoever. She is so NOT in control in any aspect of her life. Sex has taken over completely, and it's amazing she doesn't see it. I guess a lot of it is my own fault. Maybe I went overboard in keeping her in a constant sexual fog. I figured it was all a necessary process of overcoming a couple decades of prudish social conditioning in mere weeks. Once she and Alan are fucking, I'm gonna have to ease her back into the real world. Right now, she's nearly completely unfunctional except as a pure sex object. There's no way in hell right now she could ever get it together enough to say, do her taxes. But those kinds of things need to be done sooner or later. And I'll have to work on giving her a bit more backbone, too. Some unscrupulous person might take unfair advantage of her. Suzanne didn't see any hypocrisy in that statement as she failed to see how much she was taking unfair advantage of her best friend.

Suzanne gave Susan another long good-bye kiss and walked away. Mostly Suzanne just wanted to be alone to have time to think. Before she left the house, she peeked through the window into the den where Susan had moved. Sure enough, Susan was already sitting up in a chair, naked, with her eyes closed. Her hands were all over her tits, ass, and pussy.

Suzanne thought, Now that is a sight to see. She does so much with her hands. I can't wait until I teach her all about dildos and strap-ons. She has so much to learn. As sexual as everything is these days for her, her sexual education is still just beginning. That looks so enticing, I think I might just go back to my place and do some frigging myself.

Regarding moving her own physical relationship with Susan forward, Suzanne bided her time. She thought, Maybe I've been pushing Susan too much. It's getting to be like she's so blissed out on sex that she doesn't know if she's coming or going. Literally. I think it's a good idea that Alan has a break. Susan could probably use a couple of semi-normal days as well. Monday morning she has the appointment with Akami that I scheduled for her. Akami can help take her to the next level of lesbian lovemaking. I think it's time she learns about dildos and strap-ons. Then, when she comes home, she'll want to practice her new toys with me, and she won't think of me as the one responsible for corrupting her. Once she and I are fully fucking, it's an easy step to get her and Katherine fucking. They're half way there already. Then, with her fucking Alan, everybody will be fucking everybody else. My Plummer orgy vision will be a reality.

Remarkably, Suzanne completely forgot about Amy since Amy never figured in her sexual plans or fantasies. It remained a huge blind spot. She continued, Of course, I feel bad constantly tricking my best friend. It may seem that I've gone a bit too far in the past day or two with the van sabotage and all, but ultimately it's for her own good. Someday, when we're all sitting around naked, making love in one big family orgy as I hope we'll be doing most every day, I'll remind her about all the little tricks I used to get all the pieces to fall into place just so. All of us will have a big laugh. She'll thank me. They all will.

CHAPTER 10

Alan's plan to have a sex-free day was put to the test almost immediately. By the time he came down for breakfast, everyone else had already eaten. Since Suzanne and Susan were engaged in deep conversation in the living room, he helped himself to a bowl of cereal. Katherine came over to keep him company. Despite the relatively early hour, she was looking for action.

It didn't take long for Katherine to make her intentions clear. She sat across from him, goading and tempting him with her body. She wasn't wearing the clothes she would wear in public. She would never be caught in public in these clothes, because these were, as she called them to herself, some of her "fuck toy" clothes.

Any clothing could be fuck toy clothing provided they were worn properly. For instance, she wore pantyhose, but only so she could pull them down. As the pantyhose were already see-through, they allowed her to be naked yet undress to appear even more naked. She wore a tight leather miniskirt, but not for long. It was soon bunched up around her stomach. Above that she had a fancy yellow blouse, the better to expose herself when she tore it open in front and thrust her tits out.

She furthermore made sure to show herself off sitting directly across the dining table from Alan. If he sat up close to the table he couldn't see what was happening to her lower half. Curiosity got the better of him, so he pulled his chair back and put his eyes level to the table, enabling him to check out the action both above and below the table simultaneously. Katherine responded to his increased attention by moaning, fondling her body all over, and especially rubbing her clit.

Needless to say, he got very erect very fast. It was all he could do to keep eating his cereal from time to time.

Katherine liked to stroke her bald pussy and whisper sexy things quietly to Alan. She said such things as, "Get my attention, Big Battering Ram Brother. Come over here and get my attention. Stroke me. Lick me. Touch me. Everywhere. Do me. Do nasty things. Get nasty on your sister. Fill me. Fill me up with your nasty spunk. I neeeeed it. It itches. Make it better with your hard thing."

Even though Susan and Suzanne were only one room away, the radio was playing loudly so neither conversation could be heard by the other group. There was no direct line of sight between the dining room and living room, either. But nonetheless, Katherine had to be extremely careful not to get too excited and talk too loud, or use any key words or phrases like "fuck me" that would prick up their ears. So it was a dangerous game. She loved it.

Alan complained, "Sis, you know that today is supposed to be my take it easy day, right? So can't you take it easy too?"

She answered, "I could, but you can't go completely without ANY orgasms, for crying out loud. So if you're going to have one or two, at the very least, why not get one out of the way, first thing, here with me?"

But Alan was determined to give his penis a rest. He said, "Sis, I hate to do this, but I am going to go to my room right now and play video games. I'm sorry, and I appreciate the effort, but no one is going to touch my penis. You did wear me down a bit, but not enough."

"Oh poo," Katherine complained. "No doubt someone else is going to build on my work and win your first creamy load. But I'll forgive you on one condition: tomorrow morning you wake me up with a good, solid fucking."

He dropped his voice. "Sis, are you crazy? Mom is in the next room! And anyways, there's my no fucking in the house rule. We have to respect Mom at least that much."

"Yeah, but yesterday you promised that that would end when our grounding ends, and it ends at the end of today. You promised! So, tomorrow morning, we celebrate with a fuck."

"Keep your voice down. Okay, okay. I did say that, didn't I? But a super secret fuck, okay? We don't want Mom to find out. And one condition: you can't tease me any more today."

Katherine nodded enthusiastically and got down to frigging herself, since Alan wasn't going to help her get off. The problem with trying to get Alan all aroused was that she inevitably got herself uncontrollably worked up, too.

Alan walked off thinking, It's going to be REALLY hard to keep this weekend sex-free. Why do I get the feeling that everybody is going to lay traps for me? These women just gotta have it! They don't know the meaning of letting up. At least I've defused Sis for a while.

CHAPTER 11

Alan was proud of his determination to stick to his sex-free plan. For the next several hours, his vision of wasting the day in idle fun came true. He played one mindless video game after another.

As the morning turned into afternoon, Susan again practiced her "visualization exercise" of imagining Alan fucking her. She loved letting herself go in the wildest of fantasies. But it only whetted her appetite for his cum. She came by to his computer a number of times, bringing him drinks, lunch, and snacks. Each time, she asked him if he "needed relief." He kept saying no. He was determined to have a restful day.

After a couple hours of being ignored, she thought, It's time to bring out the big guns, so to speak. She came to his room again, and didn't even bother with an excuse to be there this time.

She wore the T-shirt that had a large hole cut out for her boobs to stick out of. She knew he loved it, and was saving it for an occasion when it was really needed, such as this one. To make absolutely sure that her mission wouldn't fail, she put together a wire brace underneath her rack to force her assets to stick out even further than ever before. A ridge under the shirt hung out an inch or two below her tits, but this was largely unnoticeable. Just in case his eyes managed to dislodge themselves from her chest, she also wore a skirt far too short to even cover her pussy.

Alan was sitting down at his desk, so when she walked right up to him she was able to practically put her tits right in his face. "Tiger, are there any THINGS you need?" she asked, stressing the plural. "I know you're trying to have a restful day, but sometimes a mother's sensitive tits are just begging for attention."

Alan stared up into her massive mammaries. "Shit. You know I love that T-shirt."

She took another step forward, enveloping his face with her soft tits and asking, "What do you love about it, Tiger?"

"I like how it makes you seem like a typical soccer mom. It almost looks like a sports jersey. But at the same time it's so obscene with your tits sticking out so far in front of you. Imagine picking me up at soccer practice, dressed like that!" He had a hard time talking with her flesh pressing ever more insistently against his face.

She replied, "What a great thought. My favorite part though is how it's almost designed for someone to come up and suck my nipples. Hint, hint."

"If you insist," he joked, and began lapping up against her nipples, just like a baby. He'd been adopted when he was only six months old, and Susan deeply regretted not being able to breast feed him then. He knew the idea of lactating was one of her favorite sexual fantasies, and he was only to happy to explore the fantasies with her.

"My baby. My sweet baby," she cooed, as she patted him on the head. Alan slipped his hand down into her shorts. But Susan didn't want that at the moment, and said, "Tiger, let's save that for another time. I think you'll find there's a lot of fun things you can do to my cunt. But today I want you to focus on my tits, and love them to their fullest."

So Alan happily did what he was told, and played with Susan's tits for many long minutes. He loved it so much he felt he could just suck forever. Susan obviously loved it too. She got an orgasm just from his mouth and hands on her tits.

Her orgasm seemed to just push her further, because she then whispered into his ear, "The only problem is that my cleavage isn't being stuffed full with your fuck rod. Don't you think you could do something about that? Don't you want to make your mommy happy?"

Alan again did what he was told, and titfucked his mother. As he slipped his penis into her cleavage, he commented, "This is like a dream come true for me, Mom. A total dream. Every day."

"Me too, Tiger, me too." Her hands hungrily ran all over his chest.

"Do you remember, Mom, how you used to be a couple of months ago? If I would have even seen your tits mostly covered up in one of your heavy bras, you would have totally freaked. And now I basically own those same tits."

"Don't remind me, Son. OH!" She cried out in pleasure. "It's so embarrassing recalling that frumpy fuddy duddy. Don't make me think of it. Oh! Don't make me think at all! Just make me fuck!"

He slammed hard into her chest over and over, his balls slapping wildly.

She entered a truly mindless zone where nothing but pleasure mattered, and happily sang her "Alan Song":

I am Alan's mom
I suck with my clothes off or on
I am Alan's bitch
His cum is thick, the taste is rich
I am Alan's slave...

She stopped at that line, and luxuriated in it. I am Alan's SLAVE. Yes! That's what I am. It feels so good to give myself to him completely and serve him in every way. ... But I can't tell him of my complete submission. Not yet. If he knows I'm ready and dripping with desire to get fucked by him, he'll want to do it right away. We've gotta wait till Monday so he can fully recover first. I want him ready to royally fuck me with an endless number of big, filling cum loads. We'll fuck so hard and long that he'll need a full week to recover again, hee-hee! ... But the fact is, whether he knows it or not, I've given up all control. Alan OWNS me! He's going to reward his loyal mommy right now with a big load. Oh yes! Give it up! Give it up for me Tiger!

Alan was on the verge of climax, and began to shoot his seed. It was a bigger load than the small ones from the day before. Susan thought, That's it! Give it up for Mommy! She's going to let herself gooooooooooo-oooohh yes!

Alan had planned to shoot into his mother's mouth, but he unexpectedly lost control himself, and so shot mostly into her neck. As he shot, he managed to recover somewhat, sat on her face, and aimed his last ropes directly into her mouth. She mewed with pleasure like a contented cat.

Best titfuck yet! Alan thought once he was done. Though I just might be partial since she's my mom. Nah! Heh-heh! The only problem is, Mom's tits are nearly too big to titfuck and have her blow me at the same time. My penis practically gets lost when it's inside her cleavage, sandwiched between her fluffy pale pillows. Just like Suzanne. Too many big tits around here. Am I fucking blessed, or what?

Alan got off of her face. Susan quickly recovered from her own orgasm, and devoted all of her attention to scooping up and swallowing his cum dripping down her neck. She did it so devotedly, nearly reverently, as if the cum was a precious commodity, that Alan felt flushed with power.

When she was done, he pointed to his now flaccid penis and commanded, "Lick me off."

She obeyed wordlessly, but Alan could tell she loved the command. Her facial expression was one of pure joy. She was completely unconflicted and lived in the moment just to lick.

Alan was so entranced that he watched her long after she finished. She was exhausted from all the sexual exertion and sat up against a wall to rest. She put her arms back behind her back, as he'd commanded her to do the first time she wore the shirt. She figured that would help convey an unspoken message that she was his sexual plaything.

Alan again took in the breathtaking sight of her tits, looking like two rockets ready to shoot off into the sky. Only now did he notice just how short her skirt was. She spread her legs as wide as she could, as if she badly wanted him to fuck her. That put her pussy on full display. But Alan couldn't get his penis up again if his life depended on it. Even her very extensive tongue cleaning of his flaccid penis had failed to revive it, so he knew it wouldn't bounce back for some time.

So instead, he studied her pussy up close, watching juices continue to leak out of it. He scooted closer, and asked, "Can I touch it? Can I put a finger in it?"

She smiled a bit, but wearily answered, "No."

Alan was confused. "Mom, your mouth says no, but your body says yes, doesn't it? You're leaking so much it's like you're about to have yet another orgasm. Isn't that right? Or am I misreading your signals?"

Susan thought to herself, What is wrong with my son? What does it take for him to figure out sometimes a woman says no and means yes? How can I teach him to take me against my will? He just has to learn how to take charge. He has to learn how to forcefully take a woman, even when she's reluctant.

She finally answered, in as sexy a voice as she could manage in her wiped out state, "What do you think, Tiger?"

He scratched his head and answered honestly, "I don't know, Mom. I'm getting conflicting signals."

Susan dropped her head down in frustration and sighed. Finally, she explained, "Tiger, when you see a woman sitting naked in front of you with her tits burst out of her shirt and her legs spread as wide as a gymnast with her juices dripping all over the floor, and her arms behind her back as if she wants to be tied up, do you know what? It doesn't matter what she has to say! Don't take no for an answer! Just do whatever you like!"

Alan answered, "I know. And with anyone else I would, but with you I think about you crying and I get so sad that I can't go on. I never want to see you cry or get sad."

"Who's talking about crying?" Susan replied in exasperation. "If I'm crying, it'll only be tears of joy."

"Okay. I should try to act more like I do around Heather, though I don't want to go that far."

That was a mistake, because now Alan had to explain what he'd been doing with Heather, and the erotic mood was lost. It wasn't too great a loss, however, but Alan's body had enough for the time being. The tempting sight before him contrasted too dramatically with his own flaccid penis, and it was only making him uselessly horny. So after he explained a few things he'd done with Heather (he didn't want to involve the other cheerleaders or his painting duties for fear of somehow exposing his involvement with his sister). Then he went to take a shower.

Susan left the room too, but decided to remain dressed just as she was for the whole day. Even though she knew he wanted a mellow day, she couldn't help but tease him. There was nothing she wanted to do more than please and tease him all day long. She kept the gobs of cum that stained the shirt near the collar to further show anyone and everyone who could see that she was Alan's sex toy.

However, she also wanted to respect his wish to have a restful day at least somewhat, so she decided not to pressure him into any more orgasms, and go without more physical contact the rest of the day unless he was the initiator. I'm soooo naughty! I talk with the psychiatrist about being in control, but wouldn't it be even more fun if Alan completely controlled me? He needs to know how to punish his naughty mother, and keep her in line. I deserve a good spanking! Wouldn't that be the best? I'm a naughty, naughty slut, and need his firm hand. And his firm cock! Life is so good right now, but it'll be that much better once he's regularly fucking me. He sure gave it to Akami!

I'm glad he likes this shirt so much. Wouldn't it be delicious to wear it out in public? It certainly would make a shopping trip more interesting. "What's that officer? I'm causing a riot? But this isn't public indecency - didn't you know this is the latest fashion?" Oh, that sounds like such fun! But I shouldn't even think about that. My body is for Alan's eyes only. It's only for his eyes, and his hands, and his mouth, and his great big penis...

Susan sat on the bed in her room in the exact same position she'd used in front of Alan mere minutes before. She started to masturbate herself with another "visualization exercise" session. Now that she'd seen Alan fucking right in front of her, her fantasies were that much more exciting and realistic. She left the door to her bedroom wide open, but was disappointed no one came in.

CHAPTER 12

Alan went back to relaxing, surfing the Internet, and playing video games. However he wasn't going to get much relaxing done, because Suzanne also had plans for him.

Suzanne thought, I may have gone too far with the sabotage of the scoutmaster's van, but the fact is, what's done is done, and there's no turning back. Everything is in place for me to fuck my Sweetie, and come hell or high water, I'm going to do it today!

Not only that, but the fact is, I deserve it. I'm damn proud of myself for engineering the whole fake psychiatrist thing. I put in a lot of hard work and staved off the potential disaster of Susan causing trouble with a real psychiatrist. I think I deserve a great, big reward. Practically everyone else has fucked him already. He and Amy may do it tonight, and I'll be damned if I let my daughter fuck him before I do! The only question is how to arrange the secrecy. Even though Susan has reached the point of no return thanks to all my work with Xania, it still would be better if she doesn't know what I'm doing with my Sweetie, especially if I'm going to try to keep them apart a little bit longer. There's no choice but to do it somewhere else.

Around 2:30 in the afternoon, Suzanne went to Alan's room. She was wearing rather conservative clothing, with the expectation of leaving the house in a few minutes. She asked Alan as he played a video game on his computer, "Sweetie, I'm planning on buying a new computer. I don't know much about computers and you know so much more. Would you like to help me go shop for one this afternoon?"

"Well, I was going to take a nap in a little while."

"Sweetie, according to your mother, you slept a good sixteen hours since yesterday afternoon. I could really use your help."

"I guess you're right. I'm not doing a whole lot anyways. Just let me finish this game I'm working on."

"Okay. Thanks. By the way, as a completely unrelated aside, how is your penis doing? Is it fully recovered yet?"

"Thanks for asking. It's much better than yesterday, as you could see this morning with Katherine." Suddenly the way she emphasized "completely unrelated aside" hit home with him. "Waaaiiit a minute. You're not planning on me and you..."

"Hey, who says we have to limit ourselves to strictly buying a computer? Are you game for something new?" Suzanne wasn't too discreet because no one else was within hearing distance.

"You know I always am when it comes to you," Alan said.

"I hope you are, 'cos I've got a very special surprise for you today."

That sounded very good to Alan, and he quickly readied himself to leave. Suzanne drove, and took them clear out of Orange County, towards Los Angeles. She explained that there was a used computer for sale she wanted to check out first.

As they got near the destination, Alan asked, "Suzanne, I've been meaning to bring something up. You've all but promised that we could fuck, like, days ago. Yet we still haven't. Why is that? I think it's time."

"The reason we haven't is because of the secrecy problem. Once we start I'm going to want to do it every day, and how could we do that without getting caught? It's not like you and I could sneak off to a hotel whenever we'd want to fuck. Not only that, but we'd have to go to a far off hotel to make sure no one would recognize us. If we truly wanted to fuck for hours on end, we'd have to go to some anonymous hotel by a busy highway. Some place like, oh, I don't know, this hotel right here."

Suzanne was very delighted with herself, because she'd managed to drag out her answer to perfectly time her last sentence as she drove into the parking lot of a Motel Six. She couldn't help but giggle with glee.

It took a few seconds for everything to fully dawn on Alan. "Hey! THIS is just that kind of hotel! ... HEY!"

Suzanne laughed out loud. "You're so cute when you're naïve," she said happily. "The fact is, I don't have any computer to buy. You and I have all afternoon to fuck like bunnies. Are you okay with that?"

"Oh... Wow..." Alan said as realization slowly dawned on him. "We're finally going to fuck?!?"

"Yes. Even with the secrecy problem, I just can't hold back any more. You just sit here while I check in. Sorry to ruin your plans for a sexually quiet weekend, ha-ha!" Suzanne said with great glee. She kissed him on the cheek and then rushed off to check in to the hotel.

Within minutes, Alan and Suzanne were running hand in hand to their allotted hotel room. They wasted no time on foreplay. He didn't need to put a condom on, either, since Suzanne had her tubes tied. She'd had two children, and didn't want any more.

Alan closed the door and threw Suzanne to the bed. Suzanne whipped off her skirt, and as usual hadn't bothered with underwear. Suzanne didn't even have time to unbutton her blouse. Alan practically tore off his shirt and shorts and was on top of Suzanne before he even took his shoes or socks off.

Alan positioned his penis above Suzanne's pussy. He paused, and said, "Before we do this, Aunt Suzy, I just want you to know how much I love you."

"Oh Sweetie, you're so kind. I love you too. So much! Now show me your love by making love." She urgently yelled, "Hurry up and push it in!" She threw her feet high into the air and spread her legs as wide as she could.

Alan slowly rode his penis down into Suzanne. Inch by inch it went in until he was in as deep as he could go. "Yes!" he cried. "I'm fucking you, Suzanne! It feels so good!"

"Do it!" she yelled. "Give it to me! Don't mess around – give me a fast fuck!"

Alan pumped in and out, over and over. The two went at it like dogs in heat. Even though the room was cool and air conditioned, within minutes they were sweating like they'd run a marathon.

"I've wanted this so long!"

Suzanne cried out. "You're fucking telling me! Now that you've started, you've got to give it to me every day!"

The pace built up relentlessly. Alan was so excited that he couldn't manage his usual PC muscle control and pausing techniques. He just wanted to fill Suzanne's vagina to the brim with his cum. He yelled back, "I will! I've give it to you! It's coming right now! I can't hold it – I'm gonna cum right now! Get ready!"

Deep inside Suzanne, Alan felt the head of his penis expand with intense pleasure. The explosion of his semen coated the walls of her vagina until he felt he would never be able to cum again. They both yelled at the top of their lungs.

It was over in less than five minutes. As soon as they were done, Suzanne said, "That was great. Sweetie, you fucked me good, and gave me a lovely climax. But we're just getting warmed up, right? We have hours and hours before Susan expects us back home. Today you're gonna do me in every conceivable position, okay?"

"I'll try. The spirit is willing. I'm not so sure about how many times the flesh can handle it."

"I hate to say this Sweetie, but today is the day your penis is going to fall off from too much fucking, so enjoy it while you've still got one."

"Hey, this is supposed to be my recovery weekend," Alan said in happy frustration.

"Okay then, I'll take it easy on you and we won't fuck quite so much as I'd planned - tomorrow. But today I'm gonna drain your balls dry! That first time was good, but that was just the appetizer. Now, we're really going to get into it. I'm going to show you how an experienced woman makes love."

She grabbed him by both shoulders and said more insistently, "Alan, before we continue, understand one thing. A lot of women are fucking you these days, but nobody can fuck as well as I can. Be honest and tell me when we're done that I'm not the best fuck you ever had."

Alan looked her over as if seeing her for the first time. Scanning her from head to toe, he said, "Suzanne, I don't care how many times I look at you - I'm still amazed at how incredible you look. It's like I'm making love to Paulina Porizkova or Anna Nicole Smith or something. You're so sexy! I know you're a great lover; I just hope I can hold up my end. Let's do it."

Suzanne smiled, full of satisfaction and confidence in herself. "Sweetie, I'm all for that and I know you'll do as great as you always do. But let's..."

But Alan interrupted her. As he sat there looking deep into her brilliant green eyes, he realized with a start, "Hey! Is that a tear? Are you crying?"

Suzanne wiped her face and indeed cleared off several tears that she didn't even know were there. She replied unconvincingly, "No, that's just sweat." But even as she said this, more tears continued to flow.

"You are! You're crying! Did I upset you? Tell me how I can make it better!"

"Sweetie, you're so sweet. I guess you got me. I am crying. But these are tears of joy. You have no idea how happy I am. I can't even begin to tell you what a journey it's been to reach this point." She added to herself, Ain't that the truth. If he only knew how I got this started with his six times a day diagnosis, or even my car sabotage yesterday, I don't know what he'd think of me.

Alan reached out and wiped away her new tears. He was very touched, but said, "Suzanne, don't cry. I'm not good at this 'tears of joy' thing. I don't like to see anyone cry. Let's just have fun."

She mentally switched gears, stopped crying, and said, "You're right. I'm not good at that corny stuff either. Let me start with something to show you what I'm capable of. Put your penis right at the entrance of my vagina."

Alan quickly did so.

She further commanded, "Now, don't move. Don't touch anything. Leave it up to me."

So Alan waited to see what would happen. To his surprise, her pussy lips slowly but surely started to grab the knobby head of his penis. It was almost imperceptible, but her vaginal muscles were pulling his penis in.

When they gobbled up all of his penis head, he exclaimed in admiration, "Dang, Suzanne, I didn't know that was possible! This is like the tractor beam scene in Star Wars. Can you take the whole thing?"

Suzanne said in a mock chiding voice, "Sweetie, didn't I tell you never to doubt me? I may not be able to draw the entire Millennium Falcon into my hole, but I can and will fuck you by only moving my vaginal muscles. Watch."

The penis was drawn in all the way to its base. Then Suzanne's vaginal muscles began rippling in the most delightful ways. With hardly any movement by either of them, and certainly no big in and out thrusts, Alan was getting thoroughly fucked. His penis was getting milked in every sense of the word.

They came to a break just before he would have climaxed. She said triumphantly, "Now, do you think your mother can do that? I think not. Fool around all you want, but always come back to me."

She was so excited that she wanted to go again after waiting less than a minute, but Alan said, "Let's make this last or we'll be done in here before we even start to get comfortable."

"Okay, slow poke, play with my boobs then. By the way, did you know this technically isn't the first time we've fucked?" She squeezed his penis with her vagina as if trying to get his attention, like tapping his shoulder.

"What do you mean? Do you count the buttfucking we did?"

"No. Do you remember the Halloween party and Elle? That was me." She squeezed his penis even harder, just for fun.

"Elle? No shit! Damn, I can barely remember that."

"Don't worry. It wasn't that great. Even I was pretty drunk and sloppy and you were worse. This is our first time, as far as I'm concerned." Her vaginal muscles rippled up and down his penis, creating sensations he'd never felt before.

"Wow. So you were Elle. I remember thinking she looked a lot like you."

"Let's make up for lost time!"

"I'm so in agreement with that idea, especially since you don't seem to know the meaning of 'taking a break.'"

Suzanne started to bounce up and down on him before he finished speaking. She was eager and felt ten years younger.

"Let's see – I should have started fucking you about a month ago, so that's about 30 fucks. We're working on number two, so you've got about 28 eight more to go before we can leave this room."

"Suzanne!" Alan cried in amused dismay. "You know that's impossible." He joked, "I get tired after about the twentieth time."

"Don't I wish! But that's how you're gonna be by the time we're through with you. Already your powers of endurance are better than any man I'm known. Let me just bounce up and down a little bit and see just how long you can hold out."

The two of them were already sitting up, with Alan nuzzling Suzanne's back and his penis still in her. He continued to fondle her nipples and let Suzanne rise and fall on his penis while her vaginal muscles continued to repeatedly clasp his penis like a vise. It was a most impressive performance on her part.

Things got heated very quickly. She threw her arms up in the air and yelled, "Ride 'em cowboy!" as she would nearly rise completely off of his penis but then slam herself down hard to the base of his tool. She repeated this over and over.

Alan did his best to hold out, but couldn't last long, by his standards, in the face of such enthusiasm. However, right as he was about to blow, Suzanne came out of him all the way and disengaged. "Not so fast, lover boy," she chided him. "Let's cool off and save your precious climaxes. I want to see if we can set a record on how much fun we can have with one of your orgasms. Meanwhile, as a woman I'm not so limited in my number of orgasms. So when you're ready, lick me. Lick me anywhere. Your touch is so special to me; just about anything you do will set me off."

So Alan pleasured Suzanne until his penis calmed down enough. (It took a while, as his new activities didn't exactly cool him down.) He worked hard on her clit especially, and had Suzanne freely creaming so much that eventually she begged off so she could recover from a long multiple orgasm.

They went back at it. Alan was amazed at the things Suzanne's pussy could do as her vaginal muscles clenched and relaxed around his penis. He was so amazed that he asked only half-jokingly, "Suzanne, can that thing do party tricks with Coke bottles and stuff?"

To his surprise, she answered as she gasped for air, "There's some things like that I can show you, but I'm not going to because it wouldn't be dignified. But here's a trick you'll like. Stop holding back with your PC muscle and just let go and see what happens."

So he did. With great relief he got that feeling welling up in his balls of an imminent climax, and readied himself to spend his seed deep inside her. But she grasped his penis at the base, then used her other hand to press down on another spot between his penis and anus, and continued to push down on both places. To his surprise, the ecstatic feeling of climax washed over him, but no cum actually came out.

"Holy fuck!" he exclaimed. "What the hell was that?" He paused his fucking for a while because the sensation was still overwhelming and left him dazed.

"Men don't actually have to ejaculate when they climax, you know," Suzanne said calmly as she lay down on the bed next to him.

"They don't? How is that possible? And why didn't you show me that before?"

"Don't ask me the hows, I just know what works. And a clever woman always holds back some of her cards. For instance, I know another way to get you to climax without ejaculating that involves your prostate gland. I'll teach you that later. I've got so many other tricks that I learned from over a decade of cheating on my husband. Now that I think about it, sex has been the closest thing I've had to a full time job for quite a long time, and I'm always good at any job I do. But you're not going to learn all my tricks today. For instance, one of these days I'm going to have to teach you all about a book called the Kama Sutra. But today I'm just going to show you enough to fuck you within an inch of your life."

"Whoa, Aunt Suzy. That's almost scary. Your vagina needs to be classified as a potential murder weapon. But I'm not going to get fucked to death without a fight. I won't take this lying down!" They both laughed because Suzanne was now lying on top of him. "I've got to go on the counterattack. I may not know all the tricks, but I know that if I fuck you long and hard and deep enough you're going to turn to putty in my hands."

"Oh am I?" Suzanne replied with delight while she licked his face. "We'll just have to see about that. Let's see who cries for mercy first!"

Soon they were back at some good old fashioned fucking. They just kept fucking and fucking as if the human body could fuck forever. Their first fast but brief fuck was like a single bite of an appetizer compared to the five course meal of their second one. When Alan added his thrusting to Suzanne's clenching, it was like they had the combined power of a jackhammer drilling a hole right through the center of Suzanne.

They repeatedly goaded each other to cry "mercy," but neither would give in. While they were competitive, it never became too intense or mean-spirited. Eventually Alan suggested a truce: they would work up to another peak, and they would both cry mercy at the same time while he finally unloaded into her.

That's exactly what they did. The two of them shouted the word "mercy" over and over and over again. Even Alan's climax seemed to go on forever, and Suzanne shuddered in utter ecstasy below him the whole time as she had one of the best multiple orgasms of her life.

The two of them were so wiped out after that that they both slept for a while. But after only a few minutes Suzanne awoke and shook Alan awake - she knew their time was limited and she was determined to make the most of it.

Suzanne asked him with justifiable pride in her voice, "So how do those silly little teenagers compare to this old grandma?"

"'Old grandma'? Maybe you will be an old grandma after I fuck your daughter some." Suzanne playfully smacked Alan, and he continued, "I thought I knew what fucking was, but this is so much better! Please, could I ask you a favor? Teach Katherine, Amy, and Mom all your tricks. Especially that climax without ejaculation one. I can't even explain what you're doing or how you're doing it, but we're so in synch, and it's all thanks to your skill. Damn!"

Suzanne giggled. She grabbed his penis and momentarily stopped him from fucking. "So wait. Let me get this straight. Even as you're fucking one woman, you actually ask her to help the competition. That takes some cheek!"

"Maybe. I'm feeling very cheeky. Or maybe it's you who's very cheeky." He grasped both of her buttocks and kneaded them vigorously. She giggled with delight.

He proclaimed boldly, "I'm going to fuck your sexy ass, whether you like it or not. Then I'm going to fuck your daughter. Tonight, in fact. And you're going to fucking like it. In fact, I'm going to tie you up and make you watch. And then you're going to clean off her juices from my penis after I'm done with her." He dove under the covers and invaded her ass crack with his tongue. He aimed straight for her anus and didn't hesitate to lick there. He alternated between that spot and her pussy.

"Alan!" Suzanne said with complete surprise. "You're not really going to do that, are you?"

"I don't know. YOU don't know. I could do it. You're not going to resist me if I do, are you?" In actual fact, Alan was just speaking stream of consciousness thoughts and didn't necessarily mean any of it.

"What's gotten into you?"

"You have, you sexy mother! You're the perfect Venus. Incredible.... Technique... Fuck!" His tongue dives into her holes grew too intense to keep talking.

But Suzanne loved it. She thought, It's a good thing I dodged having to answer that question, because if I answered honestly, I'd have to say no! No, I'm not going to resist him, even if he ties me up and makes me watch. In fact, ESPECIALLY if he does that. That sounds so hot! God, I'd even clean my daughter's pussy juices right off of his penis, that's how much I love him. Actually, resisting would be even better, and lead to MORE sexy fun!

Suzanne was so caught up in the heat of the moment that she was eager to agree to almost anything that involved further sex with Alan. She subconsciously willfully ignored thinking about Amy in his idea and more just reveled in the naughtiness of the concept.

But almost immediately she began to get second thoughts. Jesus Christ. I'm beginning to sound like Katherine and Susan. I WILL NOT submit to him. It's just that I love sex in all its form. I LIVE for sex. It's God's greatest gift to humanity. And I live for love, God's other and equally great gift. It just doesn't get any better than fucking the man I love! I have no problem with him tying me up and playing sexy games with me as long I can tie him up too. I've finally found my sexual equal, especially since the aggressive Alan has shown up. Let's see if we can outdo ourselves with that last round!

CHAPTER 13

Suzanne had been lying face down in the bed with her eyes closed while she let Alan lick her ass. She abruptly opened her eyes wide as if a light bulb went off over her head. "Hey! Let's do it with you sitting on me! Impale me with your fuck pole!" She turned over and pulled him up so they could sit up in the bed next to each other.

"What, you think it's that easy?" Alan said amazed, as he tried to fend off her hands grabbing at his flaccid penis from every direction. "It's not like I can just get hard that fast." Yet even as he said that, he started to get hard again.

With Suzanne's alabaster skin, green eyes, and dark red hair filling his vision, he couldn't help get hard. Even putting aside how much I love this woman for a minute, I'm never going to fuck another woman this beautiful. Never. Not Katherine, not Heather... Susan popped into his head. Okay, Susan is her equal. But aside from that...

"I knew you could do it," Suzanne said in delight. She pointed at his rising penis and clapped her hands like a little girl joyous at seeing an impressive trick. "Come on! Split me in two!" She sat down on his dick and it went in all the way even as it was still getting hard.

Alan suggested mischievously, "Remember what I was saying about you teaching your tricks to the others? I have a suggestion. We fuck for it."

"Okay."

"If you cum first, you have to tell them, but if I cum first, then I'll have to spank it out of you."

"Hey! That's not fair!" She protested with a very pouty and sexy voice. "You know I'll be cumming in less than five minutes with the way you skewer me with that thing of yours!"

"Them's the breaks," he chortled. But no one was unhappy as they resumed fucking in earnest.

Suzanne thought to herself, I'll let him win this one, since I'm obliged to tell them what I know sooner or later. I just won't be in any big rush about it, and save my best tricks for last.

Their pace slowed down even more than their second time, and Alan lasted longer still. Suzanne had given him so many handjobs and blowjobs that they didn't want to waste any of his precious seed on that. Even assfucking or titfucking seemed a waste now that they could do it the best and most natural way. He just fucked her pussy in every position imaginable. In the rare moments they were both coherent and calm enough to carry on a conversation, he liked to tease her, saying things like, "Nice position. I can't wait to show Katherine this one," or "You fuck so good. Too bad I'm going to teach all your tricks to your daughter."

But these comments weren't meant to be mean-spirited. She gamely came back with her own playful jibes, mostly taunting Alan with how quickly she'd make him cum. She also liked to tease him about fucking Susan, which made him blush every time but also drove him to greater sexual arousal.

Suzanne and Alan fucked and fucked and fucked. It seemed to Alan that his penis never left Suzanne's pussy, which was pretty much true. Alan had several more climaxes without ejaculations. But Suzanne warned him that the technique wasn't foolproof, and eventually he came. Suzanne meanwhile had more orgasms in that time period than she ever thought possible. So much cum dripped out of her pussy, both his fluid and hers, that she didn't understand where it was all coming from.

Alan did everything he knew to keep her happy and cumming. He kissed her everywhere, licked her tits, probed her asshole, pulled on her clit, and much more. About the only thing he didn't do was lick her pussy, because his penis so rarely left it.

After a while he ran low on energy, and she proved to have more endurance. She got on top and rode him, doing all the work, until he thought he'd die from pleasure. Her vaginal muscles seemed to never get tired, and she showed truly impressive gymnastic skills in getting into just about any position the Kama Sutra could conjure.

Her contortions were one more thing that left Alan thoroughly impressed and even blown away. Alan just tried his best to follow her instructions and go along for the wild ride. Furthermore, he understood now where Amy got her cheerleader flexibility and looked forward to a session with the acrobatic mother and daughter duo someday.

In a restful moment, Alan looked at Suzanne and was amazed all over again. She is sooo beautiful. Perfect body. Huge tits. Perfect face. Flawless pale white skin. She's smart. Kind. Great personality. And she fucks so well! So fucking well. Is there any chink in her armor? I still can't believe I'm with this woman! What the hell is she doing with me? Why is she even in this town or this county? She should be in Hollywood or on a yacht somewhere. She should be wherever all the perfect people go.

He felt so overwhelmed with feeling that he just had to say something. As they lay in each others' arms, with his hard penis still in her vagina but resting, he blurted out, "Suzanne, I love you."

She replied blissfully, "I love you too."

But he insisted, "No, you don't understand. I really, really love you. I've told you I love you before, but the way I feel right now make those feelings before look small. I can't put it into words. You mean so much to me. It's almost like you're a second Susan."

Suzanne understood how deeply Alan loved his mother Susan. Even before the sexual attraction started, he loved his mother with an intensity very few children ever feel. So Suzanne wasn't offended by the comparison, but was deeply touched, and took it as the highest compliment.

She thought, To think how guilty I was feeling about sabotaging that scoutmaster's van to force Alan to stay home. That was soooo worth it! Not only was that the best fuck of my life, even if Alan wasn't a ball of energy, but we've bonded so deeply. He says he really, really loves me! She kissed him like it was the last kiss she could ever take part in. The thrusting resumed as they continued to hold a kiss for many minutes. Alan's expression of love drove Suzanne to even higher levels of enthusiasm and energy.

Suzanne was lost in thought about love when Alan interrupted her. "Aunt Suzy? You're crying again."

Suzanne again didn't even realize it, but she felt her cheeks and was surprised to find them quite wet. She muttered, "I am?" in a wavery voice, and then broke down all together. She fell into his arms and cried and bawled like she hadn't cried in years.

Alan held her tight and caressed her back and shoulders tenderly until she was cried out. Then, with the flood of tears now a trickle, he asked, "Was that all tears of joy again? You seemed happy but distraught too."

She wiped her face and tried to be presentable, but the tears kept coming as she spoke. "You're right. I'm happy and sad. Sad, because it hit me that no man has ever truly loved me. Guys have always been drawn to me because of my body and sexual nature. Any love I've been given is more of an afterthought to lust than anything. Even my husband, well, let's not get into that now. I've used sex as a substitute for love, I think. But I love both and want both. So this realization of how hollow everything has been for me makes me so profoundly sad.

"But on the other hand, there's you. You loved me deeply before you even knew what sex was. I can tell that until recently my body and sexy ways meant nothing to you. But you still loved me for what I had on the inside. And now we have both! It's almost too amazing for me to believe. I've never been so happy! You're the only one for me, and probably the only man I could ever trust to truly love me." She broke down and began to cry profusely once more.

When Alan finally had a chance to speak, he said, "You're right. As a growing teenaged boy I noticed your body these last couple years, but you were off limits. You were my 'Aunt Suzy' and married and everything. I consciously avoided even thinking those thoughts about you. But now it's all changed. We can have everything. Love AND making love." They kissed, and kept kissing.

Up until now, the fucking had been great, and unbelievably prolonged. But it had lacked a deep emotional intensity, due to Suzanne always mentally remaining somewhat in reserve so she could remain in control of herself and of the situation. But Alan's declaration of love changed that. Suzanne was overcome with affection, like some actress being swept off her feet in an old time movie. She wasn't good with this kind of open discussion of emotions since she was always scheming and dealing in layers of motives. So she let out her profound outpouring of emotion by putting everything she had into their seemingly endless kiss. Alan gave as good as he received.

When the kiss ended, Suzanne was determined to fuck Alan even more intently and passionately than before. Alan had had some amazing fucks in recent weeks, but Suzanne outdid them all. Alan had recently been called a "sex machine" and even a "fuck god," but it was Suzanne in her frenzy of love and lust that afternoon who really deserved such high praises. She turned into a near literal fucking machine.

Alan, after all, was supposed to have a recovery weekend. He was still tired and his penis was only able to function at all because it had relatively light activity since the previous afternoon. So Suzanne took over. She'd already spent much of the afternoon riding on top of Alan, and now she stayed there. She continued thrusting herself in and out of him long after he gave up all exertion except the ability to stay erect. Her arms and legs roamed all over him like a many-tentacled octopus. Her hips undulated one way, and her vaginal muscles gripped him in another way. He'd never known a penis could feel such pleasure.

They fucked until Alan thought the two of them would simply drown in a lake of cum. They were slick, wet, sticky, and sweaty everywhere. But it felt great. Alan lost all track of time and was rendered nearly as senseless as he'd rendered Glory during their first fuck. Suzanne kept a close watch on the state of his penis to prevent him from cumming again. When it came time to pause, she fell onto him and drowned his face in kisses even as she tried to recover her ragged breathing.

His fourth climax with her turned out to be something of a disappointment instead of a great peak, because both of them knew it meant the afternoon's fun was over. They both tried to extend every last second as he deposited his seed inside her, but there was no way to stop him from bringing the fucking to the end, despite all of Suzanne's tricks.

CHAPTER 14

They just lay there for a while. Alan had nearly drifted off. When he opened his eyes he saw Suzanne's eyes mere inches from him. It struck him that she looked at him in the way he thought newlyweds might look at each other in bed on their honeymoon. He returned the look and found himself lost in the beauty of her eyes. All the corny poetry about eyes being shimmering pools of moonlight and the like now struck him as very real.

But all good things have to come to an end. Alan broke the silence by saying, "Suzanne, I love you. I just have to say it again. You're right. Just about everyone else I'm with seems like a kid compared to you. As amazing as I realize you are, I nonetheless underestimate you. You have such a great capacity for love. And unfortunately you channel that into some serious fucking."

"'Unfortunately?'" Suzanne was hurt.

She closed her eyes and turned away, but he held her chin and turned her face back. Then, stroking her cheek, he said gently, "It's only unfortunate because you're going to kill me before I turn twenty. I was right: not only should your pussy be classified as a murder weapon, your entire body is one big murder weapon. You're too beautiful to be believed. Death by fucking is going to be the way I go."

She laughed and looked at him straight in the eye, no longer offended. "You're probably right. I've been holding off on fucking you despite some close calls like the Elle deception or our time standing in the ocean on that nude beach trip, because I knew that once I got started I couldn't stop. Now that we're fucking for real, I just absolutely have to do it every single day. Because I want to be one with my lovey-dovey little Sweetie baby Alan." She nuzzled his face with her nose as she said this last sentence, then they kissed again. The kiss was so searing that Alan was nearly inspired to go for a fifth time.

When their lips parted, he said only half-jokingly, "You see? That's the problem. With kisses like that, how can I function? All I'll be able to do now is think about fucking you. You're turning me into a hopeless case. It feels like we fucked all afternoon."

Suzanne smiled a wry smile and pulled a watch from out of her clothes lying near the bed. "We have. Did you know it's past six o'clock already?"

Alan looked out the window blinds and noticed with great surprise that it was almost dark. "Fuck! We've been fucking for, like, three hours! That's just not possible. I mean, an overwhelming majority of that was total, full on, scream at the top of my lungs, ride of the edge of total euphoria, intense, deep fucking. Delirious, incoherent babble, can't-remember-my-name fucking. No way!"

"Yes way. And to think that we can do better tomorrow, because you were pretty tired coming in here. Just wait until your penis and your body has had another very long, very restful night. You'll be the one on top of me, crying 'Ride 'em cowboy.'"

Alan frowned.

She asked, "What is it, Sweetie?"

"Well, I don't know if I'll ever get a chance to recover, because something always comes up. I certainly won't recover tonight to be in good shape for that tomorrow. You see, I've already promised Amy that we'd fuck tonight. I've never fucked her before and it just wouldn't be fair to her to wait another day."

Suzanne sat back, a little miffed. "My, my. Innocent Amy. My sweet honey pie. She's finally going to lose her virginity properly." Then, with a start, she realized, "And you're going to fuck me and her for the first time on the same day! Mother and daughter, back to back! You are such a sexy devil!" She was again chagrined, but also more than a little impressed.

"I know. It's kind of cool, but kind of not. Not after that fucking of a lifetime you just gave me. For one, how will I be able to get myself up for a worthy performance? And two, I hate to be blunt, but she's never had sex before. You're like a battle-hardened crack fuck veteran. I wonder if I might not be as enthusiastic with Amy as I would have been if I'd fucked her before you."

"Hmm. I see what you mean. But I'm sure you'll rise to the occasion in more ways than one. You always do. Look at it a different way. Treat her like a student instead of a teacher. And you're such a gentleman. I'm sure she'll come away very happy."

"Perhaps, but this is why I wasn't just kidding about sharing your skills. You need to share especially with Amy and Katherine, so things can be a little more balanced out. Katherine in particular is feeling neglected. If she knew all the things you could do, she would burn with envy."

Suzanne considered. He's right. I've proved myself here today. Sweetie said that all the others are like kids compared to me. That was such a hard won and sweet victory, to hear that. I just have to secure my spot here on top of the pecking order and then all will be perfect. Now that I'm up here, I can lend a hand and raise Amy and Katherine higher too. The better they are at sex, the more that benefits me, as the situation evolves into one big, constant Plummer family orgy.

Susan, on the other hand... Of course I have to teach her all I know, but I'm not going to be in such a big hurry about it. After all, he did say Amy and Katherine take top priority. I'm still deathly afraid that he's going to forget all about me when he starts to fuck his "mommy." If she somehow magically gained all my years of sexual experience overnight, I'd be in big trouble.

After all this thought, she answered smiling, "Of course, Sweetie, you're so right. Since you beat me in our little contest and made me cum first, I'll have to teach them. But it'll take a while. That climax without ejaculation thing especially is more of an art than anything. It requires a special touch. " That's true enough, she thought. "But in any case, let's get our act together here. Susan will be expecting you for dinner."

Once they got in the car, Suzanne called her husband and told her she'd be late and they should get some take out food without her. Alan similarly called up Susan and told her the computer shopping was taking longer than expected. Now that they were done, Suzanne's energy level finally crashed. As wiped out as Alan was, he was forced to drive the car back because Suzanne was in no shape to drive. She could barely walk.

But Suzanne could still tease. She gleefully pointed out that after being gone so many hours, they of course didn't have any computer or other purchases to show for it. "I guess we'll just have to go shopping again tomorrow then, to make sure we get that computer."

"Do you mean we'll actually buy a computer, or come back here?"

"And I thought you were a smart kid. Screw computers! I know as much about them as you do. I'll buy one on Monday while you're at school so I don't miss out on any opportunities involving your penis. This sharing of you is a real drag! And how are we going to keep fucking and not get caught after our 'shopping' tomorrow? We can't suddenly be shopping every day of the week."

He replied, "I'm so happy to have finally fucked you that I can't even express it in words. And of course let's do it again and again. But we may have to do without some days, until everything is out in the open. Katherine and I don't get to do it very often either. Wouldn't it be great to have no secrets? Keep working on mom's resistance."

"Okay. Sounds like you could use more rest, so a day off here and there won't kill me. But you still owe me 26 more times to make up for lost time, and the count goes up one more every day. As for your mother, believe me, I'm trying!"

She considered proving how much she was working on Susan by telling him about how the psychiatrist session with Xania was faked, but she just didn't have the energy for it.

She began to drift off, but then came alert with a sudden start. "Sweetie? Can you promise me one thing?"

"What's that?"

"You know what you were saying earlier about tying me up while you fuck my daughter tonight. You were just fantasizing, right? You're not going to actually do that."

Alan looked over at her and considered. He'd already forgotten about it and hadn't been planning on it, but on the other hand the idea did have a strong appeal. "Of course I won't. Don't worry. Not unless you want to."

"Well, I don't. You know my feelings about involving Amy in all this. You have to keep your sexual games with her separate from the rest of us. Okay? ... And please. Treat her gently tonight. I'm counting on you to be the loving gentleman Alan with her and not this new aggressive Alan. She's so innocent and impressionable."

"Don't worry. You can count on me."

Reassured, Suzanne smiled and drifted off to sleep.

That left Alan alone with his thoughts as he struggled to stay awake long enough to make the drive home. Just think. As soon as I get home, I'm going to have a late supper, and then it's on to a date with Amy. More fucking to follow. Then I've promised Katherine we can fuck again as soon as Saturday is over and our grounding punishment is done. I wouldn't be surprised if she attacks me the instant the clock strikes midnight. Then Suzanne wants another session just like this one, which in and of itself will totally destroy my penis and energy. And my mom clearly wants her ass fucked so bad that I would be a bad son not to neglect that any longer. ... And then there's Glory! If she knows I've stayed home all weekend and didn't call her, she's going to be pissed. And she will learn the hiking trip was canceled soon, and I don't want to lie to her about it anyways. If I'm a good guy, I should go to the beach with her tomorrow or something.

And that's just for starters. There are always surprises, like the surprise Akami visit. For all I know, Heather could crawl into my window at three in the morning and demand that I stop neglecting her and fuck her there and then. I'm literally drowning in beautiful, naked female bodies. It's really not fair for me to have so many beauties if I can't put in the time and emotion they deserve. I have to focus on just the ones who mean the most to me.

How can I manage it all? Suzanne alone is more than just about any guy can handle. A human dynamo. ... I've got to figure out some kind of system to deal with all of these women without literally getting fucked to death! I'm loving it too much to stop or even slow down, that's for sure. I mean, fucking Suzanne turned into a totally transcendent bonding experience there at the end. Nothing else matters, compared to doing something like that.

The ironic thing is, this is the weekend I'm supposed to be resting!

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