CHAPTER 1 (Friday, Nov. 22)

Alan had gone to sleep quite late, due to all his homework. It was nearly three in the morning when he finally went to bed, and he fell asleep instantly.

Normally he was quite a deep sleeper, especially when he was so tired, so he was surprised to wake up a short time later. He was even more surprised to realize that he wasn't alone. He could tell it was Katherine merely by her smell, but he opened his eyes and looked at her body in the darkness just to be sure. He couldn't see any more than her head because the covers were pulled up, so he focused on her face. He realized she was awake. She also was a good distance from him across the bed, apparently because she didn't want to wake him up.

Seeing that he'd noticed her, she gave him a nervous smile. She whispered, "Howdy, Big Palm Tree Brother. Sorry I woke you. Pretend I'm not even here." She gently scooted up to him, but then seemed content just to turn around and spoon up against him, not trying anything sexual.

He noticed that she'd turned so his arms and chest pressed into her back instead of her more tempting front. He whispered, "But you are here. What would Mom think? I don't want to have to deal with disappointing her. There's too much going on with me right now."

"Hey. My bed collapsed. What else can I do?"

Alan smirked. "I can feel that you're naked, too. What happened, did your wardrobe burn down, too?"

She giggled. "Yeah. I had a little accident with some matches. No big deal."

He couldn't help but chuckle at that. But then he was determined to stay serious. "Sis, we really shouldn't. If Mom were to..."

Katherine turned over enough to caress his cheek with a finger. "Hey! Don't worry. She won't. I've set the alarm clock to wake up a bit before she does. I've hardly seen you lately. Can't I just enjoy a cuddle? We don't have to do anything at all, just sleep. I know you must be exhausted, so you won't hear another word from me. Goodnight, my loving brother."

She closed her eyes and made a big show of turning back over and ignoring him. Within seconds she even began to pretend snoring, but then she made herself giggle more with that, so she stopped.

But she was good on her word to stay quiet. Alan lay there for a couple of minutes, but she didn't stir. He closed his eyes and felt the sensation of her body up against his from his shoulders down to his groin. His penis had gotten excited, expecting action, but she seemed to act as if his erection resting between her ass cheeks wasn't there.

Alan thought, Boy. Sleeping with my sister. This is wild. For someone with so much sexual experience lately, it sure is strange how rarely I've slept the night in the same bed with a woman. There's only been that one night with Amy. ... It sure feels good, though. Reassuring. It makes me feel loved. I know Sis loves me so much. How lucky am I to have possibly the best looking girl in the whole school as my sister? Not to mention the other best looking one as my girlfriend. And then the third best looking one, Heather, is my bitch! ... I hope this is a taste of things to come! Wouldn't it be great if I could sleep with Sis or Mom every night? Or both! The only problem is, I don't think we'd get much sleeping done.

As if reading his mind, she said, "Big Brother, I'm so happy. Just so happy to be near you, lying beside you. I know that sometimes everything seems sex, sex, sex these days, but forget all that. Even without that, I'm just so happy you're my brother."

"Little Sis, I love you so much. I feel the same. I can really feel the love between us and our bond growing even closer. Let's just lay here and enjoy the togetherness."

"Yes! Mmmm. Brother. My true love."

Alan was so tired that not even the sensation of Katherine lying there could keep him awake for long.

The next thing he knew, he heard his alarm ringing. He automatically reached over to slap it shut, as he always did, and his hand did manage to hit the off button. But then he realized there was something on top of him, impeding his movement. He directed his attention downwards, just as his eyes opened up.

His eyes went wide as he saw a very large lump under his covers and felt incredible sensations coming from his penis. A familiar tongue was working on the sensitive spot right below his penis head. I'd know that technique anywhere! She always goes straight for the jugular and keeps working that spot!

He exclaimed, "Sis!?!" But then he realized that he had to keep his voice down, so he repeated it in a whisper. "Sis!"

Katherine giggled. She removed her mouth from his penis and pouted, "I'm hurt."

He rolled his eyes. "What now?"

"That you'd wake up from the alarm clock but not my mouth. I guess I'm going to have to resort to stiffer measures. Mmmm. Stiff." Her body began moving.

"Uh-oh. I'm up already. Didn't you notice?"

"It's possible, but I'll just have to make sure." She threw back the covers and exposed the glory of her naked body to his eyes. Then she sat down on his penis before he could fully figure out what was going on.

"Unh!" he grunted, as she slowly impaled herself on him. "Hey! I was kind of enjoying that blowjob. It was over before I even knew it was happening."

She giggled. "I'm afraid you're just going to have to suffer though a sister fuck instead." She was in a gentle and playful mood, and slowly raised and lowered her hips over him, while his mind was still playing catch up.

He quipped, "It is a tough life, but someone's got to live it. What time is it?" He looked over at the alarm clock and saw it read six o'clock. "Six? Why so damned early?"

"Mom gets up way early. Do you realize how much time it takes a woman to get pretty in the morning? Especially lately, with the anal lubing and butt flexing exercises we've got to do. Plus, I don't want to rush too much."

He smiled, but then something she said puzzled him. "Butt flexing? What are you talking about?"

"Oh, never you mind. Something we all learned from Xania. Though I have to say I'm upset with her."

"Who?"

"Mom. I know you call her your special alarm clock, but how often does she actually wake you up with a blowjob? I know that getting pretty is important, but is it more important than waking up your cock properly? I don't think so! If she's unwilling to do her duty, I'm more than willing to wake you with my tongue and lips every morning!"

"But, uh..." He was having a hard time thinking while his gorgeous sister bounced up and down on his prick. "Um, I think she wants to save my hard-ons for breakfast time fun."

"You need a wake up blowjob AND breakfast time fun. We are here to serve you at all times, in every way. But don't worry about such cocksucking politics. Just enjoy your fuck toy."

She picked up one of his hands and brought it to her chest. "Do I have to remind you what these things hanging off my rib cage are?"

He laughed. "No. But geez! Give me a second. My penis might have woken up already, but the rest of me takes longer."

"Actually, Alan Junior was up long before you were. How could I sleep when your morning woody wanted to get going even before you woke up? He was insistently poking around my butt, trying to find my pussy."

Alan laughed again. "Figures. He's been like that lately."

"Did you have pleasant dreams? I hope you did, because I've been practicing my handjob and cocksucking technique for most of the last hour on your morning wood."

"Now that you mention it, I was having the best erotic dream. But the reality is so much better."

She pulled his hand massaging her breasts up to her mouth and kissed it. "Such a flatterer. If you keep it up, I'm just going to have to suck and fuck you all day long. Of course, that's my duty in any case, being your fuck toy and all. " She pulled his hand back into her mouth and sexily sucked on his fingers, one by one.

Between that and the way she was slowly rising and falling on his dick, all Alan could think was, Dang!

They continued quietly and slowly for a while. But then Alan began to get nervous that his mother would catch them, so he sped things up.

He knew that at this point it wouldn't really matter much if Susan found out that he and his sister had been fucking. She could hardly prohibit it, but he knew that she'd be very disappointed they'd been lying to her, and if there was one thing he hated, it was disappointing his mother. So he kept putting off telling her. He hoped that after he fucked Susan, he could pretend to fuck Katherine for the first time some days later, and then the whole thing would blow over as the reality caught up with the lie.

Soon he flooded her pussy with his cum while she orgasmed on top of him, delightfully clenching her pussy around his penis with every orgasmic tremor that ran through her.

Katherine snuck back to her room very satisfied. Her thighs dripped with cum. She'd loved merely sleeping with her brother almost as much as fucking him, and eagerly hoped it would happen again.

Alan, though, was exhausted. He changed his sheets to avoid getting caught when his mother did laundry later, and then reset his alarm clock and went back to sleep. He figured he'd wake up a little later than usual and rush through his morning routine.

The next thing he knew, he was waking, but not because of an alarm clock. He felt a mouth on his penis again. His first instinct was to gently gibe Katherine for her recklessness in getting caught by Susan, until he realized that the mouth in question actually was his mother's. There was a difference in the smell, the way the long hair brushed across his legs, and the blowjob technique itself. Lately Susan had become more "professional" and technically accomplished, no doubt due to the advice Suzanne and Xania had given her.

He recognized her current move as something she liked to call "The pole dance." She enjoyed cocksucking so much that she gave creative names to just about every little technique she knew, and loved to refer to them by name.

She didn't realize he was awake until he spoke. "Hmm. It seems someone let a pole dancer into the room."

She giggled. "Good morning, Son! I would say rise and shine, but you clearly have the 'rise' part taken care of already." She kissed his penis affectionately all over. "I just love morning wood! Mmmm. And the smell of hard family cock. It positively reeks of sex this morning!"

He laughed inwardly. Like mother, like daughter. But he didn't fail to realize that his mother was now sucking his penis only a short time after it had been inside his sister's pussy. If she only knew the reason for the strong sex smell! It's a good thing Sis gave my penis a very thorough tongue cleaning after we'd finished, or I'm sure Mom would have suspected something.

He quickly changed the subject to be on the safe side and distract her from thinking further about sex smells. "You know, Mom, we should install a real pole in the living room for some real pole dancing."

"What, you want your Mommy to get naked and dance around like a slutty, big-titted whore in the living room just for your amusement? What a great idea!" They both laughed. "But we don't need another big pole in this house when we've got this one between your legs."

"Ack!" Her switch to "the tongue bath and tooth scrape" technique took him by surprise. "So what's the occasion for the special wake up call?"

"Reason? No reason. Your 'special alarm clock' should try to wake you up like this every morning, but usually I'm too busy getting ready myself. But today I was thinking we could get this out of the way early so you could focus on your upcoming tests. Now stop making your mommy talk when she's busy sucking cock."

"Ugh! Mom, why did you have to remind me of the tests? Talk about a turn off! Shit. What a downer." He frowned as he remembered everything he'd have to do in school. But he also thought, It's as if she could hear Katherine talking earlier, saying that Mom didn't give me a good morning cocksucking nearly often enough. I wonder if Mom did hear, or if this is spontaneous? But if she heard, then she would have known we fucked, too, and she's giving no sign of that...

Susan resumed an intermittent combination of licking, talking, and penis kissing. "Oh dear. If there's one thing I dread happening, it's turning you off." She cupped her hands in front of her mouth and yelled,. "KATHERINE! ANGEL?"

Katherine was getting ready in her room. She came running over to Alan's room immediately, still dressed in a nightgown.

Alan stood and he shared a brief good morning French kiss with his sister. Susan waited impatiently, cocksucking air, pretending that she simply couldn't stop her mouth from sucking.

As soon the kissing ended, Susan, still stroking and licking Alan's cock, said to her daughter, "Angel dear, Tiger here was just saying that he was in danger of going flaccid. I think you'll agree there can be no bigger disaster in this house. I might be forced to get all lesbian on you to make sure that doesn't happen." She opened her mouth quite wide and plunged it down on his penis as soon as she finished talking.

Katherine put her hands up to her large "O" shaped mouth, as if she was doing her best Macaulay Culkin "Home Alone" impression. "Oh no! Why, we'll both have to get totally dyke-y! It pains me to say this, Mom, but I'll probably have to lick your muff while you keep sucking on him, and then we'll be forced to suck him off together!"

Alan laughed and said sarcastically. "Forgive me for bringing such suffering upon this house." Everyone laughed. "You two sure have fun with sex, don't you?"

Susan managed an enthusiastic "Mmmm hmmm!" while she continued to suck him.

But Katherine protested, "I don't know what you're talking about, Big Snow Shovel Brother! Suffering, I tells ya! This is suffering. Pure torture!" Then her giggles quieted down as she got in position to lick her mother's pussy.

Alan stood near the foot of his bed and watched Susan on all fours sucking him while Katherine licked her mother's ass further on down the bed. He thought, My mom positively lives for sex now. There's never been a better time than today for her to get fucked in the hole that most needs fucking! She's so ripe! I just hope we'll do it this afternoon and not have to wait any more.

CHAPTER 2

After Alan blew his wad into his loving mother's mouth, he left the sex behind and readied himself for school. He resolved to seriously focus on his classes for at least a few hours. He would have liked to repeat his remote vibrator control fun with Glory, but he knew that would ruin his concentration, and furthermore she was too sore to take another day so quickly. He had a triple whammy of tests in his first, second, and third periods, so he hunkered down and avoided distractions.

The fact that he'd "endured" an extremely long and slurpy double blowjob from his mother and sister forced him and the others to rush around wildly in order for him and Katherine to get to school on time. There was no chance for any further morning hanky panky.

Alan's three tests came and went. He felt pretty good about how he'd done. As he waited in his third period class while the teacher collected his last test of the day, he thought, Finally! That monkey is off my back. Heather came through with the illegally authored essay, and it was a good one, too. From now on I'm going to do better so I never have to do that kind of cheating again. Not only is it wrong, but doing wrong leaves me vulnerable to blackmail. Especially from Heather. Despite our good meeting yesterday, I still don't trust her farther than I can throw her. Hell, I don't trust her farther than the eight inches I can fuck her.

But those worries are for another day. I made it through a tough week and now I get my rewards! First off, I'm gonna fuck Glory silly for lunch. We've never done that Princess Leia role play she wants to do. I saw that she still has that costume buried in her supply closet, so we can do that one. Sean's such a big Star Wars fan; I wonder what he'd think if he was a fly on the wall for that one.

Speaking of which, with all these tests out of the way I have to find Sean again and get a progress report on his second Kim fuck. And I wanna hear Kim's side of it, too. Probably I should get her take first. I hope he did well, because the Xania thing is all arranged and right around the corner. I wonder what she'll think when he shows up there with his car all filled with camping gear. I hope the cover story of him being a guest on my scouting trip holds with his parents. It should. The call from my mom to his mom should prevent any doubts, I should think.

The hiking trip! I've been so focused on everything else that I've practically forgotten about that. But it should be a good break for me, both mentally and physically. A chance to give my mind and my penis big vacations. Forty-eight straight hours without cumming. That'll be strange. But there's so much to do beforehand! Not only finish packing, but I've got all kinds of unresolved issues to deal with, most of which hopefully involve sex. I might as well go out in style and completely drain my balls before I go. I think I can afford another fuck with Heather as final payback for the "help" with the essay. Then there's an appointment with Akami in the afternoon, which is certainly going to have more fucking in it. Oh. Wait. Heather'll be at the football game cheerleading after school. Well that's one less fuck to enjoy, for good or bad.

And then there's the one really huge question. Is mom's period over so I can finally fuck her? I mean, Sis did lick Mom's cunt this morning, so it must be over, but Mom didn't say anything about it. Or, maybe it is over, but she's decided to wait till I get back from the hike so we can make a bigger production out of it. That's probably for the best. I've got a lot of "fucking responsibilities" today, and I'm going to be pretty pooped by the time I get in that scoutmaster's van. If we can wait until I get back on Sunday night, I'll be completely rested and ready for the fucking of a lifetime! My balls will be positively bursting with cum. If we've waited this long, we can wait a couple more days to make it super special. But in any case, she's going to want to play around before I go. I can at least console myself with that. A titfuck? An assfuck? Or the tried and true blowjob? So many good possibilities.

All I know is, as soon as that final school bell rings, I'm going to have as many fucks as my body can stand until the van comes to take me away. It's going to be glorious. Talk about "Thank God It's Friday!"

Alan had been carrying on so much about his tests and 20 page essay were bothering him that a number of people knew when his academic day was finished, for all practical purposes. So when he walked out of his third period class, Amy and Katherine were there, dressed in their cheerleader uniforms they wore every Friday, ready to meet him with hugs and kisses (a chaste kiss on the cheek from Katherine, a wet, lingering kiss on the lips from Amy). The two girls had finished their own tests, so the three of them gave each other high fives.

But then Katherine suddenly said in a nervous voice, "We've gotta go," and the two girls rushed off without even good-bye hugs.

Alan thought that was strange, as the five minute break period had just begun. But then he looked around and saw Heather coming his way, like a shark swimming through packs of helpless fish. She too was dressed in her cheerleader uniform. She had a serious and determined look on her face - which made Alan realize why Katherine and Amy took off so suddenly. It seemed like Heather was coming his way to punch him in the face.

However, when she got close, she smiled and said, "Hi! You said you had three big tests one after another, so I figure you must be done. How'd you do?"

Alan was a bit taken aback by her casual, friendly question, especially since it contrasted dramatically with the searing look in her eyes. He replied, "Okay. I'm glad it's all over."

He hadn't gone more than a few feet from the door of his third period class and stood just out of the path of those wanting to exit or enter that room. Suddenly Heather grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him a few feet down the hall, while she pressed him up against the wall. He found himself positioned with his face only about a foot away from hers, and her legs on either side of his. It was the perfect position if they wanted to stand and neck against the hallway lockers, but that wasn't what Heather wanted to do.

With Alan still playing catch up, Heather grabbed one of his hands and drew it between her legs to her ass. As she did this, she said in a low and quiet voice, "Alan, thinking about our meeting yesterday makes me so HOT! It's all I can think about. I want you, no, NEED you, in my butt! Time is short and we all know what kind of day Friday is, so don't waste time!"

Alan didn't know what she meant when she said "we all know what kind of day Friday is," but then he reviewed his memory of their meeting and recalled his "Groping Naked Heather Day" fantasy. He'd described how dozens and dozens of strange hands would grope her all day long every Friday as she'd only wear painted on panties, and possibly even just a painted on top as well. Then the feeling of her skin on his hand made him realize that she in fact wasn't wearing any panties. He thought, Wow! She's doing the painted on panties thing!

She was doing the "painted on panties thing," but she was so excited about what Alan had told her the day before that even that didn't go far enough for her. She wasn't wearing panties, but hadn't had her crotch painted black yet either, as she planned to do that during sixth period cheerleading practice. The feeling of nudity not even covered by paint and the thrill of getting caught had her so aroused that she'd been practically glowing all morning.

It only took Alan a couple of seconds from the time she pulled his hand up into her ass crack until he figured out what she wanted him to do. He began rubbing his hand over the inner slopes of her ass cheeks, and poked around the entry to her anus. The ecstatic and practically orgasmic facial expression right in front of his nose told him that he was doing the right thing. He was too frazzled to notice the difference in texture between painted and unpainted skin. In any case, he would never even have considered the possibility that she would have deliberately forgone even the minimal protection of painted panties underneath her short skirt.

He looked to the right and left and wondered how the two of them would look to other people walking down the hall. He saw some girls walking by, staring in wide-eyed wonder, and it occurred to him that with Heather's short skirt, she was probably giving everyone an eyeful of her ass and his hand on it (if he only knew her panties weren't even painted on, he might have better understood their completely shocked expressions!).

But the open view of Heather's bare ass quickly came to an end. Alan embraced her with his free hand and pulled her up so at least their activity would be less obvious.

That solved, he took another look past Heather. To his surprise, he saw Heather's friend Simone standing less than ten feet away. A couple of her and Heather's mutual friends were standing with her, apparently all in on whatever Heather was up to, and enjoying the groping scene. Simone had positioned herself in the best spot to see what he was doing with his hand, and in so doing she and her friends had blocked off that view from anyone on his right side, no doubt deliberately. The left side was still wide open, and unfortunately they were at the corner of an L-bend in the hallway, so there was a great potential for people to see from that side.

He motioned to Simone with his head, and nodded in the direction of the exposed side. She got his non-verbal message and moved to the other side of him and Heather. She stood quite close to Heather, effectively blocking the view from that side.

That was a big relief for Alan, but he still didn't like the situation. He whispered (even as his hand continued to explore her ass), "Heather, this is dangerous!"

She huskily replied, "I know!" But to her, that was a really good thing.

The memory of being pushed and shoved by big football players in the hallway was at the forefront of his mind. He imagined what they'd do if they saw him like this, especially Rock, Heather's former boyfriend. He had a vision of being repeatedly punched and kicked by a crowd of big bullies, and then having his broken and bloody body thrown out a window into a trash dumpster. He whispered in a shaky voice, "The football players!" His heart pounded like a hammer.

She breathily whispered back, "I'll take care of them! Remember what you're having me do? Believe me, they won't bother you any more. Though I'll hate every minute of it, because you're so right about them. They're just jealous because they're a bunch of tiny-dicked losers who don't know how to fuck."

Alan was rather amazed that his hand continued to fondle Heather's ass even as he knew the act was almost suicidally dangerous. He didn't have the willpower to stop, but he managed to quickly switch positions with Heather, so that she was now up against the lockers and his back faced the open hallway. He figured that was safer, though still far from completely safe, especially with the way Heather was breathing heavily now.

The skirt and the wall covered up what his fingers were actually doing, but there couldn't be an innocent explanation if anyone noticed the general location of his hand. He couldn't move his hand much while Heather's body weight pressed it against the wall, but he managed to wiggle it around enough to keep Heather happy. He looked again at Simone, and saw her lick her lips ostentatiously at him.

He turned back to Heather. Somehow, seeing Simone lick like that made him much more scared, as if it was possible for an orgy to break out in the hallway at any moment. Simone obviously would have been glad to join in had Heather let her, even if Heather's other watching friends were more shy.

Despite everything, his wiggling hand grew a little more adventurous, and momentarily went exploring towards her pussy lips. Then, as if he wasn't off balance enough, he was further blown away by the realization that she'd shaved her bush since he'd seen her yesterday.

Heather said, "Alan, are you a 'fraidy cat? That's surprising, coming from you. I was going to jack you off, but you're obviously not in the mood."

"What? Right here in the hallway?"

She laughed at him, as if he was soft in the head to have a problem with that. "Where else? But time is short. We've only got a minute or two. I'll let you go as soon as you put your finger in my hole."

Alan felt very uncomfortable, because Heather was in complete control and he was the one mentally knocked off balance. Not only was the situation embarrassing, but he knew it was also dangerous to let Heather think she could ever have the upper hand with him, like she did now. So, despite the danger, he stuck his long middle finger up her asshole. He'd been reluctant to go that far, but he consoled himself that at least no one would imagine she wasn't actually wearing panties, and so probably not even Simone with her extremely close view could tell what his fingers were actually doing.

Heather gasped, and immediately appeared to wilt. The aggressive and practically triumphant look on her face disappeared and her whole body slumped down a couple of inches.

He pushed his sudden advantage and whispered, "Who's the bitch who needs a Bitch Trainer?"

"I am!" She seemed ready to cream.

He was really sawing at her ass now. He felt a sticky wetness spreading onto his open palm from her excited pussy. "You will NOT surprise me like that again, you understand? I'm in charge at all times, and I'll decide! Is that clear?"

She whimpered, "Yes."

"Who's the anal slave?"

"I am."

"You're whispering too quietly. Tell Simone and her friends what you are."

"No. I can't! They look up to me."

"You can forget your Bitch Training, then." He continued to saw her anus madly, knowing that anal pleasure was the key to getting her to agree to anything.

He looked around frantically, and didn't see anyone else who'd paid them any special attention on the left side, aside from Simone. But then he looked to the right side at Heather's friends, and saw that the group had increased in size by two girls to a total of five. They also were moving in closer. Their very presence with their body posture indicating they were looking at something interesting was certain to draw a crowd before long.

Every second that Alan had his finger working in Heather's ass seemed to weaken her resolve. Her facial expression morphed from victory to defeat inches from Alan's face. She looked over at Simone, and in a quiet voice but one just loud enough for rest of the group to hear, she said, "I'm an anal slave. Alan is my master. My ass master." Then she buried her face in her hands in embarrassment.

Simone's eyes went wide in shock, and her hands flew down to her crotch. She'd been painfully aroused by everything so far, but seeing the haughty Heather act so submissive practically made her cum on the spot.

Alan immediately pulled his finger out of Heather, his task accomplished. He whispered, "Good girl," and withdrew his hand completely from her ass. His body pulled back as well. He looked at and sniffed his finger. While he didn't see or smell anything unusual, he was definitely planned to wash his hands before the start of his next class. His palm was practically soaked with Heather's pussy juice.

Heather grasped at him and desperately whispered, "Can we meet for lunch?"

He pushed away, and said in a low voice, "No. I told you I have other arrangements now."

She still clung to him, even though she knew that made her look pathetic and desperate to her group of friends. She whispered even quieter, "Then can I borrow the key?"

He looked at her uncertainly, painfully aware that the break was coming to a close. He lowered his voice again. "You realize it's my key and you only get to borrow it for a short while?"

"Yes."

"Here. You deserve a reward for admitting who you are to your friends. Now go." He handed the key over, then turned and hurried down the hall to the bathroom without looking to see Heather's reaction or the reaction of the others. Had he looked, he would have seen Heather, Simone, and the others simply stare at his back in amazement as he walked away from them. Simone's hands continued to rub at her clit through her shorts, without her even realizing it.

As Alan fled the scene, clutching his cum-drenched hand with his other one, he thought about Heather. Fuck! I've created a monster! Even if she doesn't scheme against me, her enthusiasm is going to get me killed! That was complete insanity! Complete, idiotic insanity! My face is still black and blue and I'm already begging for another beating!

CHAPTER 3

The break between third and fourth period was also an extremely eventful one for Glory. She was also lost in thought at the end of her third period class. Heather was in Glory's third period class on the second floor. As the class came to an end, all of Glory's students stood to leave and she saw an opportunity to give Heather the evil eye while no one else was looking. Heather returned it with an even more menacing look. In fact, the tension between the two of them had been increasing in the past few days; this wasn't the first exchange of mean looks.

Heather flew out of the class with surprising speed. She had plans to catch Alan as he left his class down on the first floor, and as soon as she exited the door to Glory's class, she broke into a run.

But Glory wasn't so worried about Heather today. Her thoughts were more on Alan and the fact that he'd be coming into the room in a couple of minutes. She couldn't shake the notion that there was something dreadfully wrong.

As she got up and walked down the hallway for a bathroom break, she thought, That mother role play I put on yesterday still haunts me. I wanted to look him in the eye, but I didn't get a chance. I was so out of it thanks to the vibrators that I didn't properly put him to the test. But was it that I wasn't paying proper attention, or was it that he managed to avoid looking me in the eye, because he couldn't stand to look me in the eye? There's so much circumstantial evidence that just gives me a really bad feeling. Am I risking my career and everything else on a guy so sex crazed that he'd even have sex with his own sister or mother? Or both? She shuddered in disgust.

She ruminated on this some more while she went to the bathroom. As she made her way back her classroom, she saw Katherine talking to a couple of friends in the hallway just outside the door to the teen's next class (Katherine had just come up to the second floor after giving her congratulations to Alan and being spooked by Heather). During breaks, most students tended to linger in the hallways and socialize until the very last moment.

Glory walked up to Katherine and said, "Excuse me. Can I speak to you for a moment?"

Katherine was surprised. She and Glory knew each other by name, and they knew a lot about each other through Alan, but they'd hardly ever spoken directly. Katherine had never been in one of Glory's classes, as she wasn't on the gifted track. But she couldn't say no to a teacher, so she agreed and followed Glory down the hallway. To her surprise, they entered a ladies' room, the very room Glory had just been in.

Glory looked the bathroom over thoroughly, checking each stall to make sure they were alone. They were.

Katherine thought Glory's scoping out the room was extremely odd, and started getting nervous about it. Then Glory walked up to her and looked at her from an uncomfortably short distance with a strange, intense expression. That made Katherine even more nervous.

Time was ticking on the class break, and Glory, as a teacher, couldn't afford to be late to her own class, but she just stared at Katherine while she tried to figure out what she wanted to say. She hadn't planned this exchange in advance, but she had an intuition that she could find out from Katherine if Alan was committing incest with her. If only she could only figure out the right thing to say, she'd have her evidence.

The problem was, she couldn't just blurt out, "Are you having sex with your brother?" because it would be beyond embarrassing if she was wrong. A good twenty seconds went by while she thought, and Katherine grew increasingly flustered. She had no idea what Glory was up to.

Finally, Glory simply said, "Katherine, you know that I'm involved with your brother. I want to ask you about who else he's involved with."

Katherine blanched. Her jaw dropped in surprise. She immediately assumed Glory was referring to her, even though Glory didn't say or even directly imply that. She averted her eyes and blushed profusely. She stammered, "I'm sorry, Ms. Rhymer. I don't know what you mean."

Glory felt an incredible sadness. It was like a ten ton weight had come crashing down on her head. It was more than she could bear. She looked away as well. Her brain screamed, IT'S TRUE! FUCK! ALAN IS SLEEPING WITH HIS SISTER! NO! PLEASE GOD, NO!

She muttered to Katherine, "My apologies. Never mind." Then she rushed out of the bathroom without looking at the teen again.

Katherine was left confused. She just thought, What the hell was that about? That was a close call! The way she was staring me down, I totally thought... Phew! I'm all tingly. I'll have to tell Alan about that. Weird. She hurried back to her class, unaware of just how guilty she'd looked to Glory.

Glory hurried down the hall. It was fortunate for Alan that her class was on the second floor, because had she been one floor lower, she would have rushed right past Alan and Heather. If she'd noticed them, she almost certainly would have stopped to see what they were doing, and noticed that Alan was fondling, if not finger fucking, the bitchy cheerleader's ass. That would have been the absolute worst thing she could have seen at that moment.

But even as it was, Glory was beyond distraught. She wanted to scream. She wanted to throw things. She wanted to cry. The one thing she didn't want to do was teach a class. Yet that's what she had to do.

CHAPTER 4

Glory walked back into her classroom right as the bell rang. Barely making it to her own class on time was quite unusual. She sat at her desk from some moments, shuffling papers and gathering her wits. She was determined not to look at Alan, which was a difficult task because he sat in the front row.

In fact, he wasn't there. His outrageous ass fondling of Heather had just come to an end, and he was still in the bathroom washing his hands when the bell rang. He ran upstairs to Glory's class as quickly as he could. He opened the door and burst into the room rather dramatically, still huffing and puffing.

Glory couldn't help but look up to see who caused the disturbance, and when she saw it was Alan her heart leapt to her throat. She jerked her head away and said nothing.

The students found her behavior quite strange. Her appearance - burning cheeks, trembling hands - was stranger. But then, to add to the strangeness, she announced, "Hello, class. Something has come up. I want you all to write an in-class essay right now on this week's reading assignment. Um, think about something you feel strongly from that reading, and develop an argument on that. You have the entire class. I'll be back shortly."

That announcement was met with groans. Most noticed that there was something not right about her demeanor, if they hadn't picked up on it already. She spoke in a robotic monotone, and stared straight ahead, above the eyes of everyone. She was trying desperately hard not to look at Alan sitting in the front row. She fled the class as soon as the last words of her announcement left her lips.

Despite his late arrival, Alan knew Glory well and also realized something was wrong, very wrong. His front row seat allowed him to see that she was trembling and tensed up while most in the back rows missed those clues. He could tell that a problem was brewing with her, but he was completely stumped as to what the problem might be. He put his head down and got to work on the in class work she'd just assigned, even though he knew it was just busy work to cover some kind of emergency.

Glory didn't know where to go to have some privacy and a good cry. She didn't want Alan to go looking for her and find her. Then she remembered the supply room that she had the keys to. It was the very same supply room Alan had used to fuck his sister and Kim, in what seemed ages ago. She knew about his shenanigans with Kim in that room, and bitterly recalled the memory. She ironically went back to the inner supply room where Alan first agreed to fuck his sister, and crumpled down to the floor. She cried.

She cried and cried for many long minutes, thinking about nothing in particular, but just weighted down by the entire situation. After a while, words began to form, and she thought, I want to cry on someone's shoulder, but now I'm all alone. I just broke up with my boyfriend, and now I can't cry on Alan's shoulder! God, I want him so bad, but it can't be. It's over! It has to be over. If I'm too stupid not to break up now, then someone should shoot me. It's just been one thing after another with him. First, sleeping with my own student was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong! So stupid. Then I find out that he's sleeping with other women, and do I break up with him? No! STUPID. He even steals my key to fuck another girl in this very room, and do I care? No. I find out about more and more partners, and do I care about that? No. I'm so desperate for a good fuck and desperate for love that I acted like a complete slut and an even bigger idiot.

Then things get more and more dangerous with Heather and everything, and do I care? Do I say slow down, play it cool? No! Stupid again! I even go and break up with my dependable boyfriend for this wild kid. The Alan I knew and loved was the most good and innocent and tender boy, but he's turned into something else. He's turned into a sexual monster who'll fuck his own sister! Where's the love? I thought he loved me, but he's only hurt me. It's like we're all just his sex slaves!

He doesn't care. When I told him I broke up with my boyfriend yesterday, it barely registered. "Oh. That's nice. Thanks for that." He never calls, he never visits me outside of school - he's probably too busy fucking his sister! Face it Glory, you're just a midday fuck for an evil sex monster! And you're a dumbfuck. A DUMB FUCK. IDIOT! He's totally crushed my heart.

I should have said no. I should have said no a million times over. Well, I'm saying no NOW. He's gone way too far this time. Incest? It makes me want to retch. What the hell is wrong with him? That's disgusting! Does he just fuck anything that moves? What's next? Necrophilia? Bestiality?

Gloria Rhymer, what have you done? I just have to completely cut it off. I can't ever be friends with him after this, as much as that pains me. How will I ever look at him again? How will I be able to teach his class, or even keep my job? She buried her face in her hands and cried some more. I loved him. LOVED him! He was the only one I ever loved! I STILL love him. Even after all this, I still love him! I can't bear it. I just can't! I can't go back in there into that classroom! It'll just rip my heart in two to see his cute face again.

She cried for nearly the entire period. But she knew that she couldn't avoid her responsibilities entirely. As time ran out on the class hour she managed to pull herself together enough to stop crying. She went to the bathroom and cleaned up. She washed her face over and over, trying to erase the evidence of such a heavy cry, but her eyes stayed red no matter what she did. Finally she had to go back in to the room where Alan was. Her feet felt like lead as she slowly walked back to where she knew he was sitting.

Glory sat at her desk without looking up and then had everyone turn in their papers. The bell rang, and the students all filed out - all but one. By this point she wished the class would never end, because she didn't want to have to be alone with Alan. But she was.

By this time Alan realized that something was terribly wrong. He'd spent most of the class thinking about what might be bothering Glory instead of fully concentrating on his assignment. When she came back with painfully red eyes and a defeated walk, his trepidation grew. He couldn't think what could be bothering her so much unless it had to do with him. Everything else in her life was going fine as far as he knew, and the breakup with her boyfriend had been a long time coming to what seemed like a loveless relationship anyway. The more he thought about it, the more he figured it was either some horrible new scheme of Heather's or Glory had found out about the incest. His worst fear was that Heather had told her about the incest. By the end of the class he was almost sure that's what it was.

The others were all gone. Alan stood in front of Glory's desk, waiting. She resolutely kept her head down. Finally, he said, "Glory, I can tell that something's obviously wrong. Do you want to talk about it?"

Without looking up, she simply said, "I know."

Alan blanched just as his sister had. His body immediately went into panic mode, but he stood his ground and tried not to broadcast his emotions.

Then she repeated soberly, "I know." She added, "I know about you and your sister. I ran into her before class, and I could tell just from looking at her face. I can't... We can't... It's over. Please leave now. You have to go." She still didn't look up. She hoped that he would silently walk out and she'd never have to see his face again. She knew it would be very painful to look at him.

He was stunned, but he didn't leave. His mind was too stunned to think. It wasn't just that she knew about the incest; his worst fears had come true and she'd chosen to break up as well. It was all too much to take. He'd been under a lot of stress lately in trying to juggle all of the women in his life and keep them happy, and he felt as if all of the balls in the air had just all fallen to the ground.

He fell to his knees and then dropped forwards onto her desk. He buried his face in his hands just as Glory had done in the supply closet, and cried. Just as happened to her, he had a pure outpouring of emotion that seemed to have no end. He was so overcome that he couldn't control himself. He almost forgot that Glory was sitting there right in front of him. When he would remember, his reaction was just like Glory's: he wished she was gone because he couldn't bear to look at her.

He cried into his own arms for a long time. It went on at least twenty minutes. From time to time he paid enough attention to hear the sound of Glory crying as well. Eventually her tears dried up and she stopped and just stared at his head. His crying slowed down too, until it was more a series of sobs.

Finally Glory spoke. She said, "Jesus, are you ever going to stop crying? I-" Her voice broke as she struggled to continue. "I didn't expect that reaction from you."

Alan froze and looked up at her. They made eye contact for the first time since before she'd talked to Katherine. Mascara-smeared tears still ran down her cheeks.

He said, "What do you expect? I'm crying because I love you. I don't want to lose you."

That started a whole new round of crying from both of them. Alan couldn't bear it. He got up and moved around the desk until he was kneeling at her side. Then he and she kept crying even as they tightly held each other.

After some more minutes their mutual crying died down, and Glory asked, "Why? Why, Alan, why? How many women are enough for you? Why did it have to be her, too? Or was it them?"

He admitted, "It's them. The two of them. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for you, sorry that I hurt you and kept the truth from you. But I'm not sorry about what I've done with them. I'm proud of it. We love each other. It isn't wrong! Love is love. Why is physical love so separate from other kinds of love? Why can't I love the women in my life physically, too? Why is that so wrong? I love you, Glory. I love them. I want to kiss and hug - and more - with the women I love. Why can't I, if we all want it? Why?"

She still couldn't bear to look at him, but his tear soaked cheek rested on hers as the two of them stared across the classroom. "It's wrong. It just is. It leads to sorrow. People are made just to have one partner. And the reasons against incest go very deep. I don't want to talk about it."

He muttered, "I don't agree. You just don't understand how it is." But he let it drop for the time being, since she said she didn't want to talk.

They just held each other and stared out into space for a while. Then Glory turned to him, and from inches away said to his face, "Alan, you mean so much to me, but this can't go on. Our whole relationship was insanity from the beginning. I should never have done this. This is a good excuse to call it off. We have to, before it destroys us both. Look at your face with your black eye and bruised nose. If you keep this up and just recklessly fuck anyone you want, a black eye will be nothing compared to the hurt you'll face, especially the emotional hurt. I can't be a part of it. Don't try to argue. That's the way it has to be."

"That's not how it has to be, Glory! I know what we've done and that all this sneaking around has been hard on you, but I love you!"

"Stop saying that! It's killing me!"

"But it's true. It's so true. Doesn't love conquer all? If we love each other, we can overcome anything!"

Glory started crying again, but also said through her tears, "How can you say that? How can you keep saying you love me when you have a girlfriend, and you're doing ... THAT to your sister and mother? Look, I can't take any more of this. I need some time to think. And," she looked at the clock on the wall, "Good God! Look at the time. This is the problem. Incest and girlfriends aside, we're riding the razor's edge and it's just a matter of time until we fall. It has to end!"

Alan stood up and held her hands. He looked at her intently, and her eyes were drawn to his. He said passionately, "Glory, I love you. I'll say it again: I love you! I'll keep saying it until you realize it, because I won't stop loving you no matter what happens. A person can have more than one friend, and they can have more than one love. Promise me you won't make any final decisions and just think about it for a few days? Okay? I'll be gone hiking all weekend anyways. Promise me we'll talk some more on Monday? After school?"

She looked at his sincere face and felt her heart melt. It felt as if she was falling in love with him all over again. She had to turn away before the feelings got too intense. Staring at the far wall, she said, "I'll promise we'll talk some more, but that's it. Okay? You really have to go now. I absolutely have to pull myself together. You've turned me into an absolute wreck! Again!"

So Alan left. He wandered out of the classroom in a daze. His plans for the rest of the day and beyond were in tatters. Not even the prospect of fucking his mother mattered to him at this point. He loved Glory deeply with much more than physical love, and he didn't want to lose her. He resolved not to give up, not yet. But he realized that the situation looked very grim.

CHAPTER 5

Alan came home very distraught. Not only was the situation with Glory bad, but on the way to his sixth period tennis class, some football players intercepted him and pushed him around. Luckily, a P.E. teacher happened to be standing nearby, so their harassment didn't go very far. But it was a painful reminder that his confrontation with them was far from resolved and that he was acting recklessly with both Heather and Glory. He hoped and prayed that Heather's charms would allow her to influence the football players by the end of the weekend.

Heather indeed planned to give her all to convincing them to stop bothering Alan. But Alan would have only been even more frustrated to know what she did during lunch. She'd told Alan the day before that no locksmith shop would make a copy of the key, but she'd lied to him. So now she took advantage of Alan loaning her the key and drove to a nearby shop, had a copy of the key made in a couple of minutes, and drove back. Then she innocently returned "his" key back to him once lunch was over. It seemed that no matter how much Alan asserted his dominance over her, she always rebelled.

Alan snuck into the house through the garage so he wouldn't have to deal with anyone. But Susan and Suzanne were waiting for him and hyper alert for his arrival, so he didn't fool anyone.

Susan waited about fifteen minutes and then gently and quietly opened his bedroom door. She assumed that he'd be sleeping, but to her surprise he was laying on his bed staring at the ceiling. There were tears rolling down his cheeks.

This made Susan very distressed, and she instantly started to get teary eyed too. She didn't know what the problem was, but if it was upsetting her Tiger, it upset her.

She opened the door a bit more and he saw her standing there. She said apologetically as she stifled the urge to cry, "Sorry, but I see something's bothering you. Can I come in?"

"Yeah," he sighed.

She sat on the edge of his bed. "What is it? What's upsetting my beautiful Tiger? My favorite son?"

"Mom, I'm your only son."

She smiled and ruffled his unruly hair. "That's why you're my favorite."

That was a little verbal game they'd played ever since he was a little boy, and it brought a wan smile to his face. But then he got serious as he recalled Glory. "Mom, you know how I've been involved with my teacher Glory for a while now, right?"

"Yeah?"

"And you know how I had a crush on her for two years before that, and how strongly I feel for her?"

"Yeah?"

He sighed again. "Well, today she found out that I've been involved with you and Sis." Susan gasped and held her hands over her mouth. "She said something about figuring it out from the way Katherine looked at her. I didn't quite understand that; we'll have to ask Sis when she gets home from her cheerleading. But in any case it's been a long time coming. She's so smart and perceptive, and she knows me so well."

"Oh dear."

"But that's not the worst part. She was so upset that she up and broke up with me! She said that wasn't the only thing. There were a whole bunch of things." He went on the explain briefly more about what happened.

When he was done venting, Susan said, "Well. I'll be. That's really something. I don't really know what to say. You know your father was pretty much the only man in my life before you, so I don't have much experience in the breaking up department. I'd better go ask Suzanne for her advice."

"Mom, can you call him Ron instead of 'father' or 'dad'? I don't want to think of him that way any more. I never really did in the first place." That much was true; he could admit it now. He briefly wondered if it was because he'd had some long-held and deeply buried Oedipal desire to replace his father as "the man of the house" or if it was simply because Ron was such a lousy father. He decided it was the latter, though he conceded that maybe there was a touch of the former as well.

"Okay, fine. Whatever you say." She patted him on the head again. "You obviously need to be alone for a while, even if you're too worried and upset to take your nap. Meanwhile Suzanne and I will put our heads together. Remember though that we don't have much time this afternoon. You have your appointment with Akami, then dinner, and then the boy scout van will be here before you know it. But we're going to do everything we can to help."

"Thanks, Mom. You're the best." With a brief kiss on the lips, she left.

Alan was left alone to ruminate, but not long. After about ten minutes Susan and Suzanne both came knocking on his door. He let them in.

His eyes went wide and his penis grew erect in seconds. They'd dressed in his favorite clothing. Susan was in her "hole" T-shirt that had a large opening for her boobs to hang out, and Suzanne was dressed in her Daisy Duke outfit.

They both came to his bed and both sat on the same side of him. Suzanne spoke first, saying enthusiastically, "How y'all doin,' stranger?"

Alan groaned, sure that, while pleasant, this was exactly the kind of thing he didn't need to distract him from some very serious troubles. "Dear God, don't do that, Suzanne. The both of you? Are you trying to get me horny?"

Susan lifted up his ass and Suzanne swiftly pulled his shorts clean off him. It was obviously something they'd arranged in advance. Then Suzanne grabbed his penis, and said, "No, we're not trying, we're succeeding."

Annoyed, he pushed her hands away from his groin. "Well don't. I'm not in the mood. It would be disrespectful to Glory this soon after breaking up."

Susan held his hand kindly and said, "Tiger, Suzanne and I discussed this, and we decided that based on what you were telling me, she didn't actually break up with you. You had an argument, but you're going to talk on Monday to see where things stand. Right?"

Suzanne brightly added, "And if I know you, and I do, you've become so suave that I'm sure you'll talk your way back into her pants."

He protested, "But I don't want to talk my way back into her pants, I want to talk my way back into her heart! I love her! It's not just a lust thing, not at all! It's the same as with you two. I'd still love you so much, and I've deeply loved you all these years, long before anything sexual started."

Susan and Suzanne looked at each other and exchanged "awww" looks. Then Suzanne said to him, "That's so sweet, and that's the Alan we love so dearly. But I'll bet that if you get back into her pants in the process you won't exactly complain." She gently ribbed him with an elbow, and then Susan tickled him a bit.

He laughed against his will, and said with a smile, "Okay, maybe I wouldn't completely mind. But it's like what I was telling her, and what I'm trying to say now. Physical love is just another expression of love. There's nothing wrong with me loving her, or either of you."

Suzanne clapped her hands and exclaimed happily, "I completely agree! Why don't you show me what this physical love thing is all about right now!"

He laughed again but then turned serious. "Will you two quit being so nice and cheery. I need to mourn. You know I hate saying no to my two favorite busty-"

Suzanne cut in, "The two of us agreed that wallowing in misery won't help you. We're going to cheer you up if it kills you. You'll have enough of a chance to wallow on the hiking trail, but in the meanwhile you have a lot to do before you go." She again reached for his penis, and this time he didn't push her away.

"You mean that I have some busy fucking duties to attend to. I'm just the family stud," he said resentfully, though part of him found the idea arousing.

Susan saw that he was hurt. "Yes, and no. Yes, you have some busy fucking duties. My period is finally over and I was thinking that maybe today would be the day that you and I would," - she giggled and blushed, still a bit overwhelmed by the idea of having wild sex with her handsome son - "would finally fuck. But I decided that it would be best to wait until when you come back from the scouting trip. I imagine you kind of figured out already that's how it should be, if we're going to do it right and not be rushed. And you being so upset about this thing with Glory confirms that now isn't the right time."

"I'm sorry, Mom." He had pretty much come to that conclusion already. Nonetheless, he hung his head low, sad that he'd let her down.

Susan lay on top of him, to further distract him from Glory, and also with the hopes that he'd fondle or lick her ass. "It's okay. Good things come to those who wait. But you have other gorgeous babes to fuck today. For one thing, Akami will be expecting you soon. How is she going to get the proper sperm samples with the way you're carrying on?"

Suzanne jokingly added, "I think she's going to need at least two cum loads just to be on the safe side, if not three."

With a look to Susan, she removed her hands from his penis and Susan quickly took over. Suzanne wanted her hands free to undress, because she didn't have any of her private parts on display while Susan had everything hanging out. Not only was Susan wearing the shirt that held up her incredible tits high and thrust them forward, but the shirt was all she wore.

Alan groaned again.

Susan added as she leaned in to lick the tip of his penis, "Then, when you come back from her office, I was hoping you could give the two of us and your two teen sex toys some wet and heavy facials. I have this vision of us saying good-bye to you with cum streaming down our four faces. Of course you might not have four loads left in you after Akami's cunt is done milking you, but I was thinking we could get into a naked line and you could spurt onto our faces all at once, shooting up and down the line. Or maybe you could do us two and two, if you can manage two loads."

"MooooOOOOoooom! I'm trying to process what happened to Glory! How can I do that with the way you're jacking me off and talking like that?" His hands explored Susan's ass cheeks as if they had a mind of their own.

Suzanne asked, "What am I, just chopped liver?" She'd stripped and now she rubbed her tits up against his upper arm while she nibbled on his ear.

"No. Of course not, Suzanne. You're just as incredibly, delightfully, frustratingly distracting as my mom, but the point is still the same. I need to be alone and sit and think. This is serious!"

While Susan enthusiastically pistoned both hands up and down his penis, which was already quite wet with pre-cum, she said, "You're just saying that. Son, you don't know yourself like we know you. You're such a kind, loving boy, and yet, such a fucking, relentless sex stud too. If you were just the latter, she would feel used and drop you. If it was just the former, she'd probably say 'let's just be friends.' But the combination is absolutely unbeatable. There's no way she can say no. Just give her time to come around."

"Mom, you're just saying that. You don't know Glory like I do. She's very independent. Very."

Susan took one hand off of his penis to wave in Suzanne's direction. Her one hand technique was possibly even more arousing than when she'd normally used two, because she used the five fingers technique Suzanne had taught her the day before. "Look at Suzanne. She's very independent. We've all heard the story by now about how you reduced Suzanne to her desperate crawl of insatiable fuck need. I'm very proud of you there, Son, by the way. You've done to same to Xania without even a prolonged break-in time like you've had with Suzanne. Let's face it. No woman can resist you."

Susan's five fingers technique was working so well that she brought her other hand further down to fondle his balls.

Suzanne nodded. "Sweetie, it's really true. How did things go today at school with Heather? I'll bet you put her in her place with a good, hard fuck." She still rubbed her tits against him and caressed his chest, but she was slightly slipping from the goal of stimulating him because her other hand had wandered over to Susan's chest. She absentmindedly pulled at one of Susan's nipples.

"That's not true," Alan complained between licks of his mother's pussy. Protest and resistance was becoming increasingly difficult while practically having an orgy with these two nymphomaniacal women. "Glory's different. Unlike you, Suzanne, or Xania for that matter, she has old-fashioned values. She absolutely abhors incest. You should have seen her face. It broke my heart!"

Susan pointed out, "Look what you did to my old-fashioned values and my disgust of incest. Don't worry. Just shoot her with your sperm gun and her resistance will crumble. That's the best way to secure her love."

Alan sighed and stopped licking. "But it's different, I'm telling you! I've been lucky and had some very special cases, very special women, around me. But I don't have that effect on everyone. Look at Akami. I've given her the full treatment, and she's still not all wowed."

Susan answered again. "That's because you only have lust with her, not love too. With Glory you have both. I tell you, it's a lock with her. Just show her how much you love her. Not only that, but Akami has small breasts. So my big-tits theory doesn't hold for her. You can see from her tits that God didn't put her on this planet merely for your pleasure. Glory, on the other hand, has decent ones, though I don't know if they cross the threshold. So the big tits effect could go either way with her."

"Mom! Your big tits theory is absurd! Please don't mention it any more right now because it gets me too horny. And you two have to stop what you're doing RIGHT NOW or I'm about to cum!" He grimaced and just managed to stave off a big blow.

Susan and Suzanne sat back a bit and smiled at each other. Obviously their plan to get his mind off Glory had worked like a charm. Alan was so horny that he could barely think at all, much less ruminate about something sorrowful. In fact, even without touching him, Susan and Suzanne were so arousing just from the sight of their outfits and their mouthwatering bodies that Alan had to close her eyes for a few minutes while he tried to make sure he didn't accidentally shoot off.

CHAPTER 6

Alan kept his eyes closed, which led to a prolonged silence. Susan and Suzanne backed off a bit and wondered what he was doing.

He eventually said, "Enough about my difficult day and my problems. What did you two do today?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted asking the question because he remembered that their answer wouldn't be anything like a typical suburban housewives' answer.

Susan replied, "Thanks for asking. We had a busy day. Of course we had our usual morning exercises and nude sunbathing. But somehow we got so involved with vibrators and busy fingers that my ass was completely worn out even before noon! But then we were so excited that we spent most of the rest of the day naked. Suzanne played the role of you, my favorite son, and repeatedly fucked me with her strap-on! But then turnabout was fair play and I played Amy and fucked her back just as good, sparing no holes at all! We did it everywhere. Upstairs, downstairs, inside, and out back. Luckily we took a nap just before you got home, or we wouldn't even be able to stand!"

Alan should have told her to stop as his hard-on was not getting any rest after that, but the curiosity got the best of him. He asked Suzanne, "Is that true? Did you really let Mom role play as Amy?"

Suzanne, embarrassed by the admission, took her time coming up with an answer.

Before she was ready to speak Susan burst back in with, "Oh! I almost forgot! I forgot to mention the news this morning that got us so excited and horny!"

With his eyes still closed, he said drolly, "What, the fact that the sun came up?"

She completely missed his humor. "No. Should I tell him or do you want to tell him, Suzanne?"

Alan heard Suzanne say, "You should tell him. It's really your news."

"Oh. Right. Well, Tiger, get this. Actually, it might depress you some or completely. I'll admit it made me a little bit sad. But it made me a whole lot happier than it made me sad. And it made Suzanne very happy. I'm sure it'll make you happy, at least mostly, but if you feel sad-"

"MoooOOOooom! Argh! Just tell me the news already!"

"Oh. Sorry. Well, Suzanne hired a private eye to investigate your father. Oops. I mean Ron. I hope it doesn't come as a surprise to you, but I've been thinking more and more about a divorce lately. How can I even kiss him again when I plan to be too busy fucking you instead? I hope to God the idea of a divorce doesn't upset you."

Alan opened his eyes at that. He could sense something big coming. "Mom, I'm not upset at all. I love it. So what did the investigator say already?" He noticed that Susan was as naked as Suzanne was now, wearing only high heels.

"As you know, Ron's job takes him all over the world. But lately he's especially busy in Thailand. You probably know Thailand has a reputation as a place where, sexually, just about anything goes. That's why Suzanne got suspicious and came up with the investigator idea. Well, it took a few days for the investigator to hear back from his colleagues overseas, but today we got a call and there's no doubt about it. Your father - sorry, I mean Ron - is definitely gay. Worse, he sleeps with boys. Thank God they're teenagers at least, but still. It's outrageous! I hope you're not too upset. I mean, he is, or maybe I should say he was, your father. He never tried to do anything with you, did he? Be honest. It's very important."

Alan was surprised at the news, but not all that surprised. "No, he never did. You gave me so many warnings about molesters that I don't think I would have stayed quiet, and I think it would have showed in my personality somehow. No. However, I do remember him eyeing some of my friends kind of strangely. So this doesn't come to me as a shock at all. In fact, deep down, I guess I somehow always knew. I mean, how could he have one of the hottest and most lovable wives on the planet and not be fucking her every fifteen minutes? I knew there had to be some good reason."

Susan smiled and squeezed his hand. "Oh thank God! That's such a relief. You know what? It didn't surprise me that much either. And you have such a flattering tongue. I expect you to keep to that fifteen minutes promise from now on."

"Mom! It's not a promise. I was just saying..."

She giggled, and he found himself laughing along. "I know, Tiger. I'm just giving you a hard time. Now comes the good part. With this scandal I should be able to get an immediate and very favorable divorce. Suzanne thinks he'll hand over the house and just about everything, because he won't want this to all come out in the courts. We may never even have to see him again if we don't want to. It seems he's extremely happy there in Thailand. We want to get this thing completely settled in a matter of days, just in case he gets the sense to get an investigator to pry into us! And with a good settlement, that means I'll be able to keep the house and continue to live the life I've been living for at least a few more years. I hope that means my days will be filled with sonfucking. Suzanne's so happy about the whole thing that today she hired the same investigator to look into Eric."

Suzanne spoke. "But I don't expect to find anything. I never got any weird vibes from him. Just the sense that he's come to only love one thing, and that's money. But let's not talk about that. Susan said that she's giving you a hard time, but I don't see you having a hard time at all." She nodded significantly at his lap.

"Oh! Right!" Susan was reminded of Alan's penis, which in fact was still as hard as it could possibly get, but at least now had its second wind, thanks to Susan's long-winded explanation. They hadn't touched him for a surprisingly long time, but now both Susan and Suzanne dove at his penis with their hands at the same time. Their hands crashed in mid-air, which caused everyone to laugh. But four hands ended up on his penis even before the laughter was over.

Susan asked, her hands struggling with Suzanne's for the best penis stroking real estate, "So isn't that good news? That's why Suzanne and I were fucking like bunnies all over the house."

Suzanne, seeing that Susan was doing most of the talking, got down on the floor and swung Alan's legs off the side of the bed so she could get in between them for some cocksucking. But Susan's hands were vigorously flying up and down Alan's prick, making satisfying slurping sounds with every pass, so Suzanne worked on sucking his balls instead.

"That is good news," Alan agreed. "Really good news." He repeatedly winced at these new pleasures, but he was getting remarkably good at talking through very erotic acts, as was everyone in the house. "That takes one big load off my mind. Maybe this whole thing won't end in utter disaster after all. Though, given what happened today with Glory..." He suddenly frowned. The reminder of Glory threatened to drop him back into a pit of despair.

Susan saw that and immediately said something to steal back his attention. "Isn't it interesting that Suzanne had me role play as Amy today? I find that very interesting. Don't you? And you should have seen the things she did to me when she pretended to be you. She kept my vagina constantly filled with thrusting objects, but from now on I consider that your job. I guess it'll be up to you to satisfy Mommy down there."

"Yeah." Alan was having a much harder time talking now. Among other things, Susan and Suzanne had practiced earlier for this very situation, working on how best to stimulate him when they had their hands on him at the same time.

One resolution they'd agreed upon was to keep up a "triple attack" whenever possible: hands or mouth on the penis, balls, and asshole at all times. They were doing that right now. Susan concentrated on the penis with two hands, while Suzanne sucked on his balls and sawed at his ass.

Alan was surprised at how much of a difference the ball sucking made.

Still trying to divert Alan from Glory, Susan hastily added, "You'll be glad to know your hiking pack is all packed, just the way you like it."

"That's great, Mom, thanks a lot. I love both of you guys so much." He winced again, because one of Susan's hands was concentrating on the sensitive spot just below his penis head, and his PC muscle control could barely handle the reaction that caused in him.

Suzanne stopped her sucking to joke, "Susan, looks like we're not doing a good enough job here, because the poor boy still can't figure out if we're men or women." She liked to make fun of his occasional habit to call people "guys" regardless of gender. "I think we need to remind him that we have tits. And not just any tits, but his favorite kind."

Susan got out of the way and pushed Alan forward so his butt scooted closer to the edge of the bed. That allowed Suzanne to thrust out her weighty tits, cup them, and stick Alan's penis in between them. She made a swipe at Susan's pussy, and then wiped the pussy juices in her own cleavage so Alan could stroke her tits better.

Susan followed up, "Yes, Tiger, your favorite kind. E cups. Don't you like E cups, or would you prefer F's?" She was thinking about the possibility of her breasts growing larger if she started lactating.

"No, Mom, E's are perfect!"

Alan was being diplomatic and didn't realize Susan actually would have liked an F answer, but E worked just as well for the endlessly horny mother. "Oh goody! Tiger, maybe you should call us your cocksucking, titfucking, E cupped, milky mommies." She licked some drops of pre-cum off of the tip of his penis.

Suzanne chimed in, "Don't forget the pussy muscle flexing. He loves that, you'll see. And that reminds me. I think Susan would like it better if you called her 'Mommy' sometimes, Sweetie. Especially when she's naked. She'd really, really like you to use that word. A lot."

Susan blushed, and kept stroking.

"Oh, really?" Alan asked, very turned on by that tidbit, and Susan's revealingly cute reaction. "Okay. I should have figured that out already. Sometimes I'm a bit thick. Thanks a lot for the tip, Suzanne."

"And it's better if you call me Aunt Suzy more often, in the same situations," Suzanne said, now blushing a bit herself.

Alan liked that too. Interesting that Suzanne wants to be family, so we can make hot, incestuous love. That's not a bad idea, since she's basically family anyways. I'll have to think about that. "Wow, you two have me so hot! I can't believe how kind and loving you both are. I just ask for anything, and you're always there for me."

Susan chided him, "Now you know you should never ask me for anything, at least sexual. Just demand it! We're your personal nympho helpers, and we can't say no. I'm always ready to help, no matter how tired. If I'm asleep even, just wake me up. Order me about. Nothing is more important to me than pleasuring your penis. Isn't that right, Suzanne?"

"Yeah. I don't mind saying that I'm your sexual helper. Nympho is a good word. So the same goes for your Auntie. I'm always happy to help you."

Alan noticed that her use of language was very different than Susan's, even if the end result of limitless help was still the same. "Nympho" was a rare term that everyone could agree on and like. Suzanne had her moments of weakness, but normally resisted terms like "slut," "sex slave," "fuck toy," and "harem girl."

Suzanne continued in a Southern drawl, "Wouldn't you like to explore my outfit? I know you like these here rags 'cos they're made 'specially fer cocksuckin'."

Alan laughed. "I'd love to explore your outfit, except that you're not wearing one. You're buck naked!"

Suzanne looked down and giggled, her huge naked breasts jiggling with every little laugh. She'd had the idea that she was at least wearing something. But then she remembered her feet, and pointed out in her normal voice with some indignation, "Now wait a minute. That's not true. I am wearing high heels."

Susan looked at her own feet and giggled. "I've got 'em on, too! Would you look at that? We even wear them in bed. That's how it should be for all of Alan's women. He doesn't want us barefoot and pregnant; he wants us high heeled, topless, and well fucked!"

Suzanne laughed. "I could think of worse fates."

Susan was momentarily diverted from her normal single-minded focus on pleasing Alan's penis. She sat up in bed and touched her high heels. "What do you think, Suzanne? How do you like these? They're new." Susan had gotten to be quite a high heel connoisseur lately, since she often wore little to nothing else.

"Fine, but let's discuss that when he's not around and return to the task at hand. Literally." Suzanne took advantage of Susan's distraction to take Alan's penis in both hands and slide them all over the pre-cum slickened shaft.

She resumed her Southern drawl, and said to Alan, "Hey there, partner, as far as outfits go, you just gotta use that imaginary-ation-omy, or whatever them city slickers call it. I ain't too good with them big words, seein's how it was hard to hear the teacher when there was always a cock in my mouth and them balls a-slappin' on my chin. They put me in the gifted class, which was for all the best cocksuckers. They gave us 'specially comfy fuckin' beds instead-a them normal chair thingies! But y'all gotta reckon that if I'd been wearin' a stitch of clothing, not that I really know what that's like, but supposin' that I was..."

While Suzanne was talking, Susan plunged a finger up Alan's anus and began bobbing madly on the head of his penis. But that was too much stimulation for Alan and he suddenly cried out. "Aaaaah! Wait! Everybody stop!"

All hands and tongues suddenly froze.

Suzanne asked, "What is it, Sweetie? Is it that you want to rape your Aunt Suzy? I reckon she could use a good rapin'."

"You two are just too arousing! I swear, I could go on like this forever! This is my idea of heaven, just lying in bed all day, having fun with the two of you. God, it's so good." He fell backwards onto his pillow.

CHAPTER 7

Alan just panted and recovered for some minutes. He thought, I'm sorry Glory, I really feel bad getting excited when I should be crying, but I'm helpless in the face of these perfect ten, naked nymphos. Beyond ten. They break the scale.

Then he sighed, showing both contentment and exhaustion, and asked, "When do I have to go to Akami's? Isn't it around now?"

Susan and Suzanne were still panting too, but it occurred to him that their panting didn't seem to subside as his did. He looked up from where he'd been laying and noticed that now that they had their hands free of him, both of them were frigging their pussies. He closed his eyes, because they were simply too arousing to look at.

Susan answered his question. "Any time. It's past four, and I told her that you needed to be flexible due to your trip. So you can show up any time between four and five."

"Jesus! It's past four already? There's so much to do before the van gets here. Let's go!" He opened his eyes and attempted to rise.

But Susan put her hand on his chest, stopping him from getting up. "Now hold on a minute. We've been working so hard here. Don't you think we deserve a little reward? Or should I say, not so little reward? I noticed that your cum loads have been getting so plentiful lately. I'm so proud of you."

Alan laughed. "By the way, Mom, I did pretty well on my three tests today. I also got my big twenty page paper turned in. These are the kind of things mothers are normally proud about."

Suzanne laughed, seeing his point. "That's good, Sweetie, but if you really want to make your mommy and your Aunt Suzy proud, we'd like to see five ounce cum loads."

"Five? That's impossible! What's the average? Two?"

Suzanne stroked his penis, more as a gesture of love and admiration than an attempt to arouse. She was still in her titfucking position, so she also lightly blew on it. "Alan, with you we don't expect the average with anything. Five ounces may sound like a lot, but I think you've been getting close to four recently. You're already about double what I was used to when I slept around. In the past few days you've been especially potent. Don't you think, Susan?"

"I don't know. Let's find out!"

Suzanne looked up from her spot on the floor to Susan, who still sat next to Alan on the bed. Suzanne winked and asked, "And how exactly do we do that? It would be great to find another cum load, but where would we find such a thing?" She blew on exactly all the most arousing spots at the top of his penis, one after another.

Susan laughed. "I don't know, but if you keep your talking as breathy as that, I have a feeling we're going to find out soon!"

Alan suggested, "This is going to be one of my most memorable sexual experiences, so let's not end it just yet. Please cool it for a minute, okay? Rub me really slow and gentle, with fewer hands for now. All the way down to one, if you can believe such a crazy thing. Meanwhile, I'll help you two."

So the pace changed. Suzanne continued to lightly blow air onto his pole and fondle his balls when he could handle it. Susan rubbed her fingers just a fraction of an inch over his skin, causing him to tingle wherever she went.

Meanwhile, one of his hands focused on Suzanne's tits since he couldn't reach much more with her kneeling on the floor, and the other hand alternately focused on Susan's clit and her pussy. He was getting pretty good at finding her G-spot, and he worked it as much as possible.

After a while Susan and Suzanne resumed their sexy bantering. "You know, Aunt Suzy," Susan said to Suzanne, using that term in front of Alan for the first time, "it really is quite a big cock, isn't it?"

"It is, Mommy, it sure is!" she said back. She also wanted to make a point from now on to call Susan "Mommy" to encourage Alan to do the same.

Susan asked, "Do you think it would fit in me?"

"Where? In your ass or your pussy?"

"Well, I already know it would fit in my ass. Such a tight, tight fit! But it hurts so good! What I want to know though, is how it would feel in my pussy."

"Hmm," Suzanne replied. "I think it would really stretch it out wide, at first. But then I think it would slide in just like butter."

"Yeah, but then what would happen, Aunt Suzy?" Susan asked breathlessly. She fell back onto the bed and spread her legs wide so Alan could rub her pussy more vigorously.

She and Suzanne were spontaneously staging this conversation for Alan's benefit. Alan generally kept his eyes closed and tried his damnedest not to cum. Suzanne was so aroused that she couldn't merely breathe on his penis forever, and she'd switched to licking it from top to bottom, over and over. But now she had to practically stop licking him altogether so he could keep going. His penis was now covered with both of their saliva and a copious amount of pre-cum. He'd already expended more pre-cum then most men could actually cum.

Alan looked down at Suzanne and saw juices dripping off of his penis, drooling out of her mouth, and rolling down her neck. They were all very sweaty and sticky. Then he heard her say, "Well, I think he would probably start sliding it in and out of you, Mommy. In and out. In and out. Mmmm. So good! Before long he'd be hammering you, just like a big hammer hammering a nail. Hammering his own mommy to the wall!"

"Wouldn't that hurt, Auntie?" Susan asked in mock ignorance.

"Oh, goodness no! No siree! He's been fucking me in the cunt a lot these past few days - though certainly not nearly enough - and it feels really, really good. It feels incredible! If I had any strength to stand and Alan didn't have to go to his appointment in a few minutes, I'd get up and bend over the table so Alan could pound my sexy body into submission, doggy style. In fact, maybe I will. Aunt Suzy really needs it. She always needs it. ... But what about your pussy? He already fucks mine good. We should spread the wealth. Wouldn't it be better if he puts it in you and gives you the same treatment?"

"Oh no, Aunt Suzy! Don't suggest that! As great as that would feel, and as much as I would love him to fuck me in every room in the house, and out back, and in the pool, and in the car, and on the roof, ... and in his classroom... and on the front lawn... Oh wait. Where was I? Oh yeah. As much as I would love him to do that, that's totally against the rules! Mommy would be very hurt and sad if he did that, so we just have to play pretend, like we're doing right now. Plus I can take it in the ass, and the mouth, and everywhere else. That should hold us until we can make our first fuck a special occasion."

She paused, and then winking at Alan, added, "Monday's too far off. I'm thinking Sunday night, the instant you get home from your trip. Does that work for you, Tiger?"

Alan groaned. "Oh God!" he cried out. "Sunday!?! I'm losing it!"

"Hold on, Tiger, hold on," Susan encouraged.

Alan somehow held on, clenching his PC muscle tightly, even though Suzanne now had both her hands and her tongue back on his tool.

"But Mommy," Suzanne said, "if you won't let Alan fuck you, at least today, what about Katherine? Don't you think your son and daughter need to fuck each other like little bunny rabbits?"

"Hmm. Tough question. My first instinct is to say that Alan should fuck anybody's cunt he wants. And if he loves his sister, certainly he should show it by pounding her relentlessly with his hard man hammer. That's his brotherly duty, to keep his sister well fucked. If he's going to be a nasty motherfucker, he needs to be a sisterfucker too. But I don't know ... It would mean less fucking for me. ... Perhaps if you showed me what you mean, I could decide better. If you took a dildo and fucked me in the cunt, and the ass, and even the mouth, that might help me understand your question better. Especially if you could fill all my holes at once. And if you grind your cunt against mine, mash our boobs together, and go down on me, that might help me focus on an answer. In other words, pretty much all the stuff we did all day today! If we do that all weekend, then maybe I could have an answer for Katherine by the time he comes back."

"Well, we'll just have to do that all weekend, then, 'cos I really think Alan has to fuck all of us," Suzanne said as she slowly rubbed her finger around inside Alan's anus, exploring. "It's only right. I'll do aaaaaannnyyyything, and I do mean anything, to make sure he fucks us all. Maybe I could pretend to be Alan again when I fuck your tight cunt with a strap-on, like we did this morning. And maybe we should have Katherine watch us, just so that she knows what she might be in for. We should probably both fuck her cute cunt with a strap-on, just so she can be absolutely sure that she wants her brother's big, hard cock to fill her precious little pussy with his finger-licking good sperm."

"I like the sound of that," said Susan, licking her lips. "But what about Amy? If we're all so busy fucking him and each other, won't she be missing out?"

"Oh yeah. Amy." Suzanne still didn't know what to do about her own daughter's involvement in things. Avoiding sex with her daughter was getting harder and harder to do. In just the past few hours, her deeply buried, secret fantasy of having sex with Amy had suddenly become a lot more real, thanks to the role playing she'd done with Susan. When Suzanne wasn't busy using a dildo pretending to be Alan fucking his mother, Susan was busy saying "Gosh," "Wow," and "M'kay" as she pretended to be Amy licking her mother.

Susan pressed, "I think we need to teach Amy LOTS of things, don't you? She's way too inexperienced. If we teach her how to fuck really well, then and only then, maaaayyybe, could she be a worthy enough girlfriend for Alan. Any pretty girl has to be able to fuck really well to even know Alan, much less be his girlfriend! And they have to prove their fuck skills to him on a regular basis. There's a standardized test. It's an oral exam." The two women giggled. "I think I've noticed there's a strict minimum boob size, too." They giggled again.

Susan continued, "I think we need to teach Amy how to fuck until she's too tired and sore to get out of bed. Then all she'll be able to do is lay there and get fucked some more. Maybe we can bring her some food and water from time to time. Or maybe she'll just survive off my Tiger's cum."

"That sounds very good," Suzanne said. "Actually, is that position open for me? And when I talk about open positions, I do mean that literally." Everyone laughed. Alan was fairly amazed that he still hadn't cum, but somehow his penis kept going. For the moment, they merely lightly stroked his penis. But they continued to talk as sexily as they could, as if they were seeing if they could get him to cum just from their words.

Suzanne continued, "I wish I could help with Amy's bed prison, I reaaaallly do, especially, Mommy, after you pretended to be Amy when you tongue-fucked me today, but I'll have to leave it up to you and Katherine since I'm not allowed to fuck my daughter. You'll just have to lick her sweet pussy without me. I would suggest though that when you keep her locked up, you only feed her Alan's cum. I'd like to know for myself if it's possible to exist solely on that for my diet. I think if she holds the prestigious title of Alan's official girlfriend, she has to be willing to be tied naked to his bed at all times and be fucked all day, don't you?"

"Oh, certainly, Aunt Suzy! I know I'm willing to hold that open position, as you put it. I'm willing to do that just to be worthy to serve him breakfast! My son got me so HOT when he brought out the rope the other night, but then he used it on Xania of all people! Why doesn't he tie up his mommy and leave her with her legs spread wide and her asshole puckered open? Maybe there should always be one tied up, big-titted, naked hottie in every room of the house!"

Susan looked up and winked at her listening son. She'd been frigging herself for the past several minutes, but scooted up again and put her hands back on his penis.

Suzanne looked over at her, annoyed, but nonetheless she conceded most of the vital upper penis territory to Susan. Then Suzanne caught Alan's eyes by licking her lips as she gazed at his face. She continued the conservation, "Oh, me too, Mommy! Tie me too so I can be worthy to be his neighbor! I think all the sexy mothers in this neighborhood, at least those who pass the oral tit exam, should tie themselves to their beds naked and wait for Alan to come around and fuck them."

Alan realized their talk was getting really implausibly over the top, but the wilder their talk got, the more it turned him on. Plus, so many amazing things had already happened to him lately that there was no a part of him that believed anything was possible.

He had mostly been avoiding looking at what they were doing to him, so he wouldn't get even more aroused. But he finally looked down to where they were sitting before him. He saw both women with their hands all over his penis and ass. Their cheeks were literally pressed against each other, as they took turns blowing on his penis tip while the other one spoke. Their mouths were only an inch or two from his cock tip. Susan looked up and made eye contact with him again, then briefly flicked her tongue around the tip of his penis.

Then Susan finally went on with the dirty talk. "But that's too many women. Especially since Alan has to spend all his time fucking ME! And you, too, I guess. After all, I'm forced to admit that you are another cocksucking, titfucking, pussy muscle flexing, E cupped, milky mommy." Susan playfully stuck a tongue out at her friend, and since Suzanne's face was so close she ended up licking it.

"Well, that is a problem," Suzanne conceded. "But all the times Alan can't come around, they can get fucked by their own sons and daughters instead."

"Oh, good idea. I know some sexy women who would like that very much. I'll make some calls." Of course Susan was going to do no such thing, but some erotic thoughts involving some of her friends briefly flashed through her head. It occurred to her that perhaps it wasn't such a wild fantasy after all to "spread the incest joy," because something like that appeared to be happening already with Brenda and her son Adrian.

She thought, I'll bet most mommies want to fuck their sons, if they really get in touch with their feelings. Look at me and Brenda. We should definitely start with her. I can't wait until I get to see her fuck her own natural born son with my own eyes! Wouldn't it be fun to turn some other mommies onto the joys of mother fucking? Maybe they would be so eternally grateful for our help in breaking that taboo that they'd become our sex slaves, just like Brenda.

The only problem is that there aren't enough beautiful, big-titted women in this neighborhood, and that's even in a rich neighborhood full of young trophy wives. I'm sure we could find a few, though. I still like Alan's idea made in jest to start some kind of neighborhood sonfucking club. And I suppose even merely good looking women without breasts like ours shouldn't miss out on the joys of fucking their own children. I should try to help as many mothers as I can!

The whole time she was thinking these thoughts she was also cocksucking, and finally Alan couldn't take her expert ministrations any more. He shot off into his mother's mouth which miffed Suzanne a bit, but she hoped that meant she could get the next load.

Alan fell back onto the bed yet again and relaxed. He could barely imagine ever feeling so good. It wasn't just that Susan and Suzanne knew how to arouse him so well; they also were so infectiously happy, enthusiastic, and loving that he couldn't help but feel the same and want to return the love. He again thought of Glory, but he could hardly feel sorrowful at the moment. Life just felt too good.

He sat up after a minute or so and spoke. "Wow, that orgasm was crazy great. The way you two talk dirty, it's totally out of control! I have no idea what's real and what's fantasy, and I don't care. It's all so good. That's gonna keep me hard all weekend, and beyond."

Susan spoke. "I think I've noticed! You're permanently hard. That was some undefeatable boner you had there! It's getting to be the point where you'll be able to fuck twenty four hours a day."

Suzanne asked teasingly, "But if he's fucking twenty four hours a day, then how can the poor, cum-filled boy ever get any sleep, with some pretty woman always bouncing up and down on it? Imagine the line outside his bedroom - a long line of sexy women waiting to have their turn."

"Would you two stop, please!" He had no doubt they could have him hard again in minutes if they put their minds to it.

Susan pouted, "But it's sooo much fun! We talk like this most mornings while you're away at school, but it's so much better with you actually listening in."

"I really have to go. Mom, do you mind if I borrow dad's car?" He immediately amended, "I mean Ron's car. Your idiotic, gay, and soon-to-be ex-husband's car."

Susan answered, "Call it your car, Son. You're the man of the house now, now that you've tamed us all with your big, thick cock." She went to her purse and gave him the keys.

Alan staggered to the door. He felt overwhelmed. "My God! This is out of control! I've never felt so aroused in all my life, the way you two carry on. Are you serious about the car?"

"Of course, Tiger. Forget Ron. He's gone. Out of the picture for good. I don't know about you, but I won't even miss him. I want to put aside my old life like some kind of bad nightmare, minus the few good bits, like raising you and Katherine. Calling you the man of the house isn't just an expression any more, it's a fact. Now, don't dawdle."

Susan chided him, sounding very motherly. "If you're very late, you won't have time for dinner before the scouts come pick you up. All this teasing is exhausting so I'm gonna take a nap in the meantime. That way, I'll have some strength back so we can play some more when you get back home. Speaking for myself, I know I'd like a good buttfuck or titfuck to tide me over for the weekend, and I imagine Suzanne wouldn't mind a good ol' pussy fuck. So that's even more reason not to be a minute late!"

"Okay." He looked at his two insanely voluptuous women sprawled out on the bed, resting, and his eyes bugged out. They lay across the top of the sheets just as he left them.

Holy Toledo, they're so amazing. I'm the luckiest guy in the world. Maybe there's some truth to their claims to me being so good at sex, but I swear that it's all practice. Any guy locked in a room for a few days with these two would turn into an incredible fucker before they opened the door. Actually, they'd probably find him fucked to death.

This really puts the whole thing with Glory into perspective. No matter what happens to her, I still have others who love me so deeply. I just can't go wrong no matter what I do, with these two and Sis and Amy standing behind me. Wow. I am so mind-bogglingly, jaw-droppingly lucky. And it never would have happened without Dr. Fredrickson, Akami, and their awesome six times a day energy treatment plan. Speaking of which, I really have to go. So much to do, and so little time. Or should I say, so many people to do, and so little time, heh-heh! HA! Greatness!

He tossed the car keys up, snatched them out of the air victoriously, took a look at the clock reading four fifteen, and made to rush to the door.

After he'd been gone a minute, Suzanne and Susan both tentatively opened their eyes. "Is he gone?" Susan asked. "For sure?"

Suzanne wore a devilish smile. "Hmmm. Yeah. I can just make out the sound of the car starting."

"Goody! Quick! Get the breast pump! I want to be bursting with milk before Alan returns from his scouting trip! He's going to suckle his Mommy!"

CHAPTER 8

Alan's euphoric mood began to change on the drive over to Dr. Fredrickson's office. With Susan and Suzanne out of his sight, his thoughts began to drift back to Glory and all the troubles there. Not only did that make him feel bad, but his great time with the "E cup duo" made him feel guilty that he had somehow ignored Glory's feelings, and that made him feel even worse. He felt as if he'd cheated on her.

He couldn't really get excited for Akami's visit, either. There was something in the last visit that gave him a bad vibe, and that vibe returned from the very moment he saw Akami. She greeted him in the waiting room and seemed friendly enough on the outside, but there was a strange underlying feeling. It was almost like she didn't want to see him, as if she wanted to whisper, "Go away!"

When he got into the waiting room that feeling only increased. Akami seemed nervous and unhappy. Alan had a vague intuition that something was wrong but he didn't have any clue what it really was. She was on edge because of Dr. Fredrickson's continuing secret monitoring of all of Alan's meetings. He still had the same sound and video equipment broadcasting everything that happened in the waiting room directly onto a monitor in his office where he now sat.

But unbeknownst to Akami, the doctor had installed some extra equipment this time. He wasn't happy merely to keep his promise to Akami to watch the event as it happened and leave no permanent recording that could implicate them all. This time, he'd hooked up a video recorder in his office to capture the live feed coming in and save it as a personal keepsake.

His main goal in this recording was his unsatisfied lust for Susan. So far he'd been frustrated in his hopes that she'd show up with Alan for another meeting, but he wanted to be ready to record it if it happened. The sight of Alan and Akami fucking was good for a satisfying wank in the office, but really no big deal since Akami was still his mistress, and he could still fuck her any time he wanted. The thrill of secret, voyeuristic watching and breaking the law (and all his medical ethics in the process) did give it all a big extra illicit thrill, but he didn't necessarily have any plans for the recording he was making. He figured that at the very least it might serve as good blackmail material in case he ever needed something against Akami or Alan.

Akami had grown increasingly despondent about her role in condoning all of this, let alone taking part in it all. Dr. Fredrickson however, as her boss, lover, and co-conspirator in the "six times a day" scheme, had her backed into a corner. So she'd agreed to the recording. But lately she'd been having difficulty sleeping at night, and her respect and desire for him continued to erode on a daily basis.

She'd tried calling Alan several times during the week to discuss her fears, and meet him outside the office to talk about it, but she'd repeatedly dialed the Plummer phone number only to hang up before the first ring. Then, later in the week she'd gained the courage to wait for someone to answer, but she'd only gotten the answering machine.

Susan was so absorbed with her sex life that she could hardly be bothered to answer the phone any more unless she knew it was Brenda, and she usually knew the hours when Brenda would call (almost always between noon and three, after Susan's morning exercises and nude "sun tanning" and before Adrian returned to Brenda's house and Alan and Katherine to Susan's). She had heard a couple of Akami's messages, but they sounded bland so she forgot to call back or tell Alan about them until it was too late to call back.

Akami had assumed that she'd been able to cancel the meeting, but now that it was here and Alan was in the room, she didn't know what do to. She'd grown to hate the idea of Dr. Fredrickson masturbating over her sex with Alan. But Alan's similarly strange mood puzzled her, so she asked him, "You seem down. I've never seen you like this. What's up?"

He let out a great sigh. He'd become a big sigher in the last few hours. "Ah, it's romantic woes. You know my sex partners as well as anyone. Well, the thing I have with my history teacher isn't just a sexual thing. I really love her. But she found out about my incestuous activities and broke up with me. I've never been dumped by anyone before, and it really hurts. I'm sorry."

"Oh, that's unfortunate. I'm sorry too. This teacher doesn't know what she's missing. But you can't feel that bad, can you? She's not even your official girlfriend. Who's that? The girl next door, Amy, right? You have so many loves. I'm sure they'll soon make you forget all about her."

"I know. I got home and everyone cheered me up, but then as soon as I leave the house again I'm all bummed. I know it's almost insane for me to complain, but I can't help the feelings in my heart. I think I feel the same amount of pain as if she was the only woman I'd ever known. Or nearly as much, anyways. You see, she was my first true love, long before your whole treatment thing started. I was totally moony for her for two years. I guess I still am."

"Sorry. I'm really sorry. But we'll just have to press on today. I have some bad news, too. I'm not feeling well at all. I think I ate something that doesn't agree with me. I don't think I can get in a very erotic mood." That was her cover story so as to not to do anything Dr. Fredrickson would want to see. She hoped to leave him frustrated with his penis hanging limp. They'd had an argument earlier that left her particularly pissed off. She'd tried to convince him to end his voyeuristic watching, and he'd tried to force her to ask Alan questions about Susan and get him to make sure she'd come to the next appointment. It ended in a standoff.

Alan sighed again. "Eh. That's probably for the best. I don't think I could get it up, anyways."

So Akami went about her medical duties. Even though she knew the original diagnosis was a sham, she had a tradition to maintain that involved her taking certain measurements whenever he came in, so she went through the motions. She took his blood pressure and so forth while both of them acted glum and didn't talk much.

Then she got to the last measurement, which was getting a semen sample. As the mood was more distant and clinical, she put on gloves and said, "We've got one last thing to do. You know what it is. Do you want to go through with it?"

Alan looked at her gloves and said, "It's all right. Whatever. But do you really have to use the gloves? You hardly did that last time."

"Sorry. No, I don't." So they sat silently while she fished his penis out of his shorts.

Not surprisingly given the atmosphere, he wasn't aroused. He said, "Sorry about that too. It's not you, but I think about Glory and... Oops. You probably don't know that name. That's my history teacher, the one who dumped me."

Akami felt pity. She said, "I wish I could take your mind off of that. Here. How about if I take my clothes off?" Despite her acute awareness of Dr. Fredrickson, she stood and stripped before Alan. She leaned back on the unused examination chair and struck a sexy pose. She gave Alan a pouty look, which matched her mood better than outright smiling.

He watched her intently and thought, I've been overlooking Akami lately compared to all my giant, buxom Amazon women back home, but she's really got a great body. She could easily be a centerfold, especially with the way she's posing there.

But his penis wasn't moved. "Sorry, Akami. This isn't your fault, either. The more I have a chance to think, the more bummed I get. My mom thinks that Glory will want to get back with me if I can talk to her, but I really don't think so. ... Oh. Sorry. I really shouldn't be going off like this with you standing there naked and trying to help and everything. I'm really, really sorry."

Akami went to Alan, still completely naked, and sat at his side. She tenderly placed her hand on his thigh and said, "Don't worry about it. We can skip the semen sample this time. Why don't you get one at home when you have a chance and then drop it by, or have someone drop it by? We obviously can't force it right now. I can run the tests on that sample. And here's a prescription if you have any further problems with getting an erection. Knowing you I don't think it'll be a problem, but it never can hurt to have something as a stand by. It's an all natural herbal remedy. I know some people who swear by it."

He mumbled "Sorry" again. But he thought to himself, This Glory thing is really bumming me out, because I'm not even close to hard. It's not that Mom and Suzanne are that much more physically arousing. True, her body is kind of slim and isn't that curvy, but she has a mouthwateringly sultry and sexy face. And I'm not jaded; I'm not even close to jaded. Akami's just as fuckable as ever. I think it's the fact that they kept up a constant banter which kept me from concentrating on the break up, but Akami is far too silent. I have too much of a chance to think.

He picked up the note without reading it and then said his good-byes. On the way out, she said, "I really recommend that you pick up that medicine on your way home. You'll be really glad you did. It may come in handy sooner than you think."

He thought that somewhat strange, but figured she knew best and stopped by a pharmacy on the way home. It wasn't until he got inside the pharmacy that he took a close look at the note. It wasn't a prescription at all. Instead, it read, "Alan, There's something very wrong in this office, but I can't speak about it here. Please give me a call on my cell phone immediately. Whatever you do, DON'T COME BACK until you get to call me first!" Then there was a phone number and her name.

Alan felt a chill run down his spine. Fuuuuucck. What now? First I get beat up at school, then Glory finds out about the incest and dumps me, and now some kind of intrigue at Akami's office? What next? What could it be? I knew there was some kind of bad vibe there. I should trust my instincts more. Dang!

There was a public phone just outside the pharmacy, so he went there and called the number. "Hi. Akami? It's Alan."

She was tremendously relieved. "Alan! Thank goodness you called. I'm on my cell phone in the car on my way home, so we can talk freely. Listen. I don't know how to say this, but I've really done you wrong. I've made a devil's bargain, and caught you up in it. I felt too ashamed to say or do anything about it and just ignored the whole thing for a while and pretended it didn't exist, but it's really eating away at me and I have to say something. ... But it's so tough. I'm so sorry."

"Please say! What is it? I won't blame you as long as you're completely honest and just tell me what it is!"

"How do I put this? It has to do with Dr. Fredrickson. He has a thing for your mother, Susan. He wants to see her in the nude, and even have sex with her. I mean, she is quite an extraordinary woman, you have to admit. I can hardly blame his lust, but his methods, well... You know how she came into the office the first couple of times you came in?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, he's been hoping to get her back in ever since. He was figuring that she was so freewheeling, having sex with you and everything, that it would be no problem for him to have sex with her. When she came in for her check up on Monday he tried to get me to introduce him into the picture, but as soon as I mentioned another man she was very resolute and said a firm no, don't get any man near me. Then she practically fled. She's really dedicated to you."

Alan breathed a huge sigh of relief at that. Despite his sleeping with so many women, he couldn't imagine his mother sleeping with another man. He couldn't even stand the thought of her sleeping with the man who was still her husband. He saw the hypocrisy in that, but he couldn't help his feelings. "Is that it? I'll bet there's more to this. Isn't there?"

"Err... Yes. He's been hoping to watch her have sex, if he couldn't do it with her himself. He's been secretly watching and listening to all the Plummer visits that take place in the examination room from within his private office down the hall."

"What?!? But that's totally unethical! How can he do that? I've never heard of such a thing!"

"I know, I know. And I shouldn't have allowed it, but he blackmailed me. It's a long story. I made one condition though, and maybe it'll be our saving grace - I said he could watch events live, but he couldn't have the equipment to record anything for posterity. So hopefully there's nothing incriminating. You'll just have to stop coming into the office and maybe this can come to an end. From now on I could do the exams at your house. Call it outpatient therapy."

"So wait. You mean I was being recorded today? That's scary! How long has this been going on?"

"Yes. You weren't being recorded, actually, I've made sure of that. But he was watching from the other room through a monitor. But take heart that nothing much really happened between you and me that would have interested him. It was worse last time, when Susan came in and she and I got pretty hot and heavy. I'm sure he really got off on that one."

"Oh, man! Fuck. How long has this been happening?"

"He started with your third appointment."

"My third appointment?!? Fuck! He must have recorded all kinds of things!"

"No. Remember that he doesn't have the ability to record."

"Are you sure? Men are pretty slimy. I should know, I'm one. I'm constantly having to battle my darker urges, and unfortunately, recently, they've usually been winning. If he's gone that far, why would he stop there? Have you really checked out the equipment lately? I mean, fuck! From today's appointment alone he could have gotten all kinds of really damning blackmail material. You're naked and trying to jack me off, I'm talking about sex with my mother, not to mention my relationship with my teacher - fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"I'm really sorry, Alan. I'm so sorry. It's just that, basically, I'm his mistress, and he's married, but he and I... Oh, it's a long story. And there's the fact that he and I are really co-conspirators on your whole medical treatment. What we've done with you is so unorthodox that we both could be thrown in jail."

"So wait. Is my diagnosis not valid?" He had a very frightening sinking feeling.

"No! I didn't say that. But I got a little too, what shall I say? Enthusiastic. No nurse should be jacking off and fucking her patients, no matter what the diagnosis. So he really has me there." Although she knew the six times a day treatment was a sham, she'd sworn to Suzanne never to tell him, and she wanted to keep to that. Plus, telling would have destroyed his remaining trust in her and probably ended their biweekly meetings.

"Oh." Alan was relieved to hear his diagnosis wasn't a sham. His whole world would have been thrown upside down had that been revealed to be the lie that it really was. In his current state, with all his other problems, that would have been the last thing he wanted to hear.

"Like I said, Alan, I'm so very sorry about all this. This is really all my fault. I should have never gone along. I don't know what I saw in him, but he..."

He cut in, "Akami, I said it was all right. Really! I mean, sure the whole thing pisses me off, but you told me now, hopefully before any serious damage, and that's the main thing. And when I say that I'm pissed off, of course I mean at him, not you. God. Scary. What if he had a private appointment with Mom and took advantage of her?"

"That's what he's been talking about. Just today, in fact. We had an argument not long before you arrived, and he said either I talk you into bringing her along on your next appointment, or he would, quote, 'take matters into his own hands,' unquote. I don't know what that means, but I assume it's something like a private meeting or something. I'd already been leaving messages on your machine to end this charade, but that really made it urgent."

"Well... Yeah! Fucking hell! Thanks. God, Akami. Wow. Well, he sure isn't going to get away with anything now. I'm going to go home and sort this all out. Can I call you later?"

"Sure. You can call me about this anytime. I really do quite like you and I feel so bad for betraying your trust. Please don't think too badly about me, okay? It was my very enthusiasm for you that gave him the sexual material to blackmail me and force me to take part in this."

"Akami, don't even think about that. What's done is done. But you're going to help me get him, right? Together we can take him down!" He punched his first in the air with enthusiasm, which caused a few curious looks from people walking past.

There was a pause. "I'll help. But take him down? I don't know. If he gets arrested or something then I'll lose my job just like that, and I'll be out on the street looking for employment somewhere. I'm deeply in debt and still paying off my student loans, amongst other things. So can we talk about what that would mean? Maybe there's some kind of way to end this and get revenge without destroying his entire practice in the process. I wouldn't be the only one to lose my job, either. There's the receptionist and another nurse for starters. It's complicated."

"Okay. I forgot about that kind of stuff. Damn. Double damn. What a huge fucking... damn. But a man like that shouldn't be practicing medicine! ... But on the other hand... Argh. This is tough. Well, thanks for calling, anyways. I really appreciate that. Let me talk this over with the rest of my family and think about it. Then I'll call you."

With fire in his belly and anger in his heart, he drove back home as fast as he could to break the news there.

CHAPTER 9

The appointment with Akami went much quicker than expected, so Alan got home to find Susan and Suzanne both napping on Susan's master bed. He woke them up, and lost all the time he'd saved in the short visit with Akami with a prolonged discussion about Dr. Fredrickson's scheming and what to do about it.

Naturally, the two women remained naked all during the discussion, making it difficult for Alan to carry on talking. Suzanne in particular was incorrigible. She commented that it wasn't fair how Alan had fucked Susan's ass so well recently, yet left hers alone. After that, she seemed to spend a good portion of her thoughts thinking of new ways to present her backside to him.

Even though she was facing away, Alan still had a side view of her repeatedly shaking her tits, causing them to jiggle like a bowl of Jell-O. It was too much for him. Eventually he had to order them to dress and move off of Susan's bed.

Amy and Katherine were still cheerleading at the football game or they would have been included in the discussions. But the three of them decided to come up with a plan on their own.

They concluded the best thing to do was to set a trap for the doctor. They could arrange another appointment and then have one or more people bust into the office where Dr. Fredrickson was watching (and wanking). This time they'd have a camcorder of their own, to beat him at his own game. It seemed the obvious thing to do, but there was much to plan and discuss and they couldn't do it without Akami. So they tried to put it out of their minds and just enjoy the last couple of hours Alan had before he had to leave.

But Alan was feeling very agitated. Either the Glory or Dr. Fredrickson situation would have been enough to work him up and worry him to distraction, but the combination of both on the same day, plus worries about the probably uncontrollable Heather, bullying at school, and insecurities about his upcoming fuck with Susan left him nearly shaking with tension. He felt as if his world was crumbling down around him. He always had a sense that his sex life was far too good to be true, and that it wouldn't last. Now he had the feeling that this was the beginning of the end.

He paced back and forth relentlessly. He was so worked up that Suzanne made him a rum and Coke and had him drink it down. Then she made him another, and had him drink that too. That helped mellow him out a bit, but he was still depressed and antsy.

They talked while Susan cooked dinner. When Katherine and Amy returned from their cheerleading for the football game, everyone sat down and ate, and kept talking (Suzanne and Amy left the male Pestridges at home to fend for themselves, so they could see Alan off). All the females dressed relatively conservatively, at Alan's request. With the two teen girls back in the picture, much had to be explained and discussed all over again, so the conversation didn't make much progress.

But the more time went on, the more relaxed Alan got. He again remembered the results of the investigation into Ron, and that made him feel a lot better; perhaps things weren't falling apart after all. He also recalled what Susan had said afterwards, that she would get an immediate divorce and give Alan his father's car. He was particularly struck by her comment, "You're the man of the house now, now that you've tamed us all with your big, thick cock."

He pondered, Is that really true? Have I somehow tamed them? Lately they've been acting so... well, subservient. Even Suzanne is acting differently. What does it mean? How will our relationships be defined? What'll happen when Ron comes back? ... Yet they seem to be acting so normally now, not counting the highly distracting clothes. But on the other hand, all I have to do is snap my fingers, and I know any of them will be fighting over who gets to suck my cock next. It's like that's what they're living for now. And they say so many women refuse to even give blowjobs. Weird.

Things were so serious that nothing really sexual happened aside from the extensive rounds of welcome home greetings when Amy and Katherine came back, but the kisses were more friendly than sexual.

The mood gradually lightened. Everyone seemed so completely convinced that everything would work out just fine with Glory and the Dr. Fredrickson situations that Alan felt a bit sheepish to protest otherwise. Suzanne in particular insisted that Glory would get back with him; she claimed to understand Glory thoroughly, even though the two women had never really met before.

The conversation switched to cheerleading for the football game. Katherine said, "It was strange. For one thing, Janice and Joy both went without panties. Just the painted on kind."

"What?" Susan didn't know what that meant.

So Katherine explained in some detail about the painted on panties "tradition" and Alan's role in it all slowly came out. Things were relatively sexually cool at this point, but as Katherine further mentioned how Alan fucked Kim, Joy, and Janice as part of the painting ritual, it started to heat up.

Susan got particularly excited and exclaimed, "Wait a minute. Angel, you're saying that Alan has had sex with Kim, Joy, AND Janice? Why, he's practically fucking the whole cheerleading squad!"

"He is, Mom! I haven't mentioned him fucking Heather yet. He's doing the whole team! Isn't he, Amy?"

Amy nodded, but then said, "Well, not the whole team. We're still waiting on you."

Katherine hadn't realized that by saying he fucked the whole team, she was admitting that Alan had fucked her as well. She was grateful that Amy corrected her, and noticed that Susan didn't seem to suspect anything. Katherine had been monopolizing the discussion to make sure that the "clueless" Amy didn't let something slip, but she began to wonder if it might not be smarter to let Amy be the one to talk instead.

Susan seemed far too aroused to notice such subtleties. She said proudly, "Oh Alan, you're such a BIG boy now! You've not only tamed all of us at home with your big cock, you've tamed the whole cheerleading squad - the best looking girls in school! I should have known. Oh my God! I can't WAIT until you fuck me!" Susan grabbed the first hand she came across, which was one of Amy's, and guided it to her pussy. Amy knew just what to do, and stuffed three of her fingers inside to make Susan feel really full.

"That's not all, Mom," Katherine continued. "You should see how he treats them. He's so commanding and impressive! Especially to Heather. He's done things to her he would never do to us. You know how bitchy she is? Well, he calls her a bitch right to her face and makes her get down on her knees and beg for his cock. And then you know what he does? He sticks it up her ass! She loves it up the ass. It's wild. This haughty, arrogant bitch totally melts, and the more crazy stuff he calls her, the more she loves it!"

Susan thought she would faint with excitement at the thought of Alan doing such things to her. "Angel, stop, please! That's just too exciting. I can't say I blame Heather in the least. Oh, Alan!" She looked over at her son with a gaze so intensely smoldering that he nearly yelped in surprise. He'd been unaffected by the increasing sexual heat and still ruminating, but the way his insanely horny mother sized him up with an overwhelming fuck lust got his motor running in a hurry.

Suzanne on the other hand wanted to know the practicalities. She asked the teens, "How do you all do it right in the middle of school?"

Katherine replied, "I know. Isn't that weird? In a private room, of course. It's a completely abandoned theater room. Heather has the only key aside from maybe the janitor, but no one else ever goes there."

Alan fished into his pocket and pulled out the theater key. He flashed it about proudly as he said, "Correction. Alan has the only key!"

Amy and Katherine hooted, "Woo hoo!" and clapped.

Suzanne clapped along and asked, "Am I right in assuming that this means you've wrested control from Heather as to who can get fucked at school and when?"

"Yep!"

Susan belatedly joined in the clapping and gave a "Woo hoo!" too. "Suzanne, are you thinking what I'm thinking? I have a sudden desire to stop by that high school more often. Especially that theater room." A thought suddenly occurred to her. "Hey Tiger, you remember that Tuesday Heather came over here to study with you?"

"Yeah?"

"Tell me the truth. Were you fucking her in your room?"

"Yeah." He was a bit abashed, but proud too.

"That figures. Tiger, you're a fucking stud! It makes me tremble, knowing that you can conquer any woman at any time. When anyone asks me why I fuck my own son, I'll just point out that he fucks the elite of the elite at his school, the prettiest and sexiest. He fucks the entire cheerleading squad and then some! Tell me, have you finished taming even Heather with your big fat cock?"

Alan thought about his meeting with Heather the day before, with the intense anal sex and strange bursts of tenderness. Then he thought about her haughty attitude today. "I'm working on it. But not really. I don't think she's completely tamable."

"Nonsense. You're just being modest. No woman can resist, once you've given her a few strokes of your sweet fuck stick. Promise me you'll bring her over once you've completely tamed her, okay? I don't necessarily want to be with her, but I'd like to see her big tits swing as you make her crawl from room to room. And then I want to see how you fuck her in the ASS!"

Katherine could see that her mother was getting really excited. Since she was sitting next to her, she pulled Susan's shirt up and tweaked and twisted her mother's nipples. Then she said, "Speaking of Heather, I kind of lost track talking about the football game today. The most interesting thing I was still going to mention is that Heather also did the painted on panties thing today. Not only did she do it, but she was, like, waaaay into it. You know how we wear our cheerleader outfits all day?"

"Yeah?" Alan said that. He was getting really excited hearing about this and wanted Katherine to hurry with her explanation.

"Well, I thought that she had worn only black painted-on panties all day, just like Janice and Joy. But then when cheerleader practice starts, she bends over and we find out that she wasn't even painted! She went total commando, all day! She kept telling us other cheerleaders to grope her whenever we could that whole morning, and of course we did. It seemed the more publicly and blatantly we groped her, the more she loved it. She really wanted it in the hallways with everyone walking around. It was like she wanted to get caught! She kept mumbling something about a 'naked Heather day,' whatever that was."

That sent a bolt of excitement through Alan, knowing that Heather was taking his fantasies so seriously, and was so eager to act them out.

Katherine continued, "We were all a bit scared, except for Janice, who did a lot of ass groping of Heather and especially Joy. Heather was so frustrated at our lack of daring that eventually she even told that black friend of hers, Simone, and then Simone was feeling her up all over the place. It was positively scandalous! Not only that, but she's not supposed to tell anyone about that kind of thing outside the cheerleader squad. There are very strict rules."

"What happened?" Alan asked excitedly. He recalled his encounter with Heather in the school hallway earlier in the day. But he wanted to hear what else Heather did when he wasn't around.

Katherine continued, "Like I said, it was grope-o-rama. I don't know what she did at lunch, but I was kind of a look out for her in the hallways or even walking with her as us cheerleaders tend to stick together on game day, and there were a couple of minor gropes before lunch, but then Simone went all out at the end of fifth period. The rest of us cheerleaders kind of crowded around Heather so no one else could see, or it would have been a major scandal."

Alan asked, "So wait. She did get painted before the game started, didn't she? She's not THAT crazy."

"Yeah. She did. I was just getting to that. After cheerleading practice started and she bent over, like I was saying before, she announced that she needed some painting help. Ever since you gave up your painting duties, Kim has become our resident painter, so the two of them went off for a while and the rest of us practiced our routines on our own. When Heather came back, she was, like, in la-la land. First she and Kim did a lot of eating each other out before any painting actually happened. Of course, they did it on purpose just on the other side of the room so we could totally see and get hot and bothered by it.

"Then, when she actually deigned to lead us, it seems she was mostly looking for excuses to complain so she could put her hands all over our asses. Especially the other two panty-less ones, and Janice in particular. I think Janice and Heather finger fucked each other a good half of the remaining practice period. It's so ironic because they still hate each other, but that just seemed to make both of them more aroused. You should have seen the way they were viciously insulting each other while sawing away in the others' hole. Heather really gets off on that. Alan, maybe it reminds her of how you treat her. Then they broke out the dildos and the clothes started flying. It was damn distracting, I tell you! But Heather says, 'The rest of you, keep on practicing.' Bitch. Then you should have seen all the stuff that happened during the football game."

Susan interjected, "I don't know a football from a hole in the ground, but Suzanne I think we need to go to more games and cheer these two on more often!"

Katherine teased, "Mom, do you have a thing for Heather? I think you do."

"No! ... Well, maybe just a little. She does have a gorgeous face and those big teen hooters, even though everyone knows they're just silicone. But I'll only really be turned on if I get to see her tamed by my son's cock, fucking her up her stuck up ass! That would get me so hot!"

Katherine rolled her eyes in pretend aggravation, but secretly the same thing turned her on too. She continued, "Moving on, I don't even want to know what happened to Heather and Kim in the supply shed during half time, but I can guess. I swear, Heather was on fire all day! Seriously in heat, and it kind of got to all of us, too. Her pussy got quite wet before Kim's paint job properly dried, so her paint job was patchy and she was showing all kinds of things during the game. Of course that just excited the rest of us all the more. She flashed the rest of us cheerleaders more than the crowd, because she liked it that we knew."

Katherine paused, and asked, " By the way, whatever happened to you and Heather the last period before lunch, when she came swooping down on you? She looked like she was out to kill, and I've learned the hard way to run like hell when she's got that face."

Alan found all of this amazingly arousing. He felt an overwhelming urge to immediately fuck Heather's ass, and if that wasn't available, any of the other nice asses in the room. But he kept cool for the moment, and answered proudly, "Why, she wanted to grope, so I gave her a good groping. If you must know, I finger fucked her asshole right in the hallway." His panicky concern at the time was forgotten now, thanks to his boastful and horny mood.

Amy shrieked "Ohmigod!" upon hearing that, but further comment from her or anyone else was prevented by a loud scream.

Susan's thoughts of Alan's sexual prowess, both with Heather in the hallway and with all the cheerleaders generally, plus Amy's thrusting fingers, plus Katherine's nipple attack, drove her over the edge into a great orgasm. Right as Amy shrieked, Susan arched her back and screamed uncontrollably for nearly a minute. Her orgasm just seemed to go on and on forever.

But her pleasures didn't end when she came down off her erotic high. Amy and Katherine were starting to get into the erotic swing of things, and Susan happened to be the target they were focusing on. Amy and Katherine continued stimulating the overwhelmed mother's pussy and tits, respectively. Susan shook her head no, but she didn't actually say no, and she let them continue to arouse her without pause.

Alan was flabbergasted by the sigh of his sister and girlfriend going to town on the erotic masterpiece that was his mother's body.

Suzanne and Alan happened to be sitting on the other side of the table, and hadn't begun doing anything physical just yet. They even still wore all their clothes. But the sexual heat in the room couldn't be denied any longer. Suzanne turned to Alan and said, "Sweetie, I know you're in a serious mood and you want some serious talk. I do too. But you can't tell me this all isn't arousing. You can't tell me you'd mind terribly if I took this sword out of its sheath!" She reached into Alan's lap and unzipped his shorts. Then she dropped her head down and began sucking, even before Alan had a chance to answer.

Katherine exclaimed, "Ooh. Swords. Thanks, Suzanne." Katherine was always on the lookout for phallic objects so she'd have new things to call Alan in her Big Brother nicknames. Swords opened up many new possibilities.

For a while everyone just enjoyed the sexual acts they were taking part in, and the conversation failed to resume. Amy was content for a while to lick Susan's ear and explore her G-spot, but her eyes stayed on Katherine's hands massaging Susan's rack, and eventually she grew irked that Katherine wasn't sharing. "Kaaaatheerine!" Amy said in an anxious voice while bopping up and down in her chair, like a little girl who had to pee really bad, "I want to feel big boobs too!"

Katherine replied, "Why don't you... Oh!" She was going to suggest that Amy grope Suzanne's equally impressive boobs, also enticingly exposed by her outfit. But then she remembered that Amy and Suzanne weren't supposed to get intimate. "Okay, why don't we change positions?"

Amy sat on the armrest of Susan's chair and fondled Susan's hooters. Suzanne sat up and resorted to jacking Alan off so Katherine could lick her massive jugs. Katherine took things one step further and began sucking Suzanne's nipples. Amy followed suit with Susan.

Almost nothing could have made Susan happier than having mouths on both her nipples. She wanted to cry out, "My children are going to milk me! My titties are going to squirt real milk! Come here and get your daily milk delivery!" But she knew that to say those kinds of things would ruin her lactation surprise. So she just moaned loudly instead. She knew that every moment her nipples were being sucked would bring the moment of her lactation that much closer, and that excited her even more. She came again and again.

Alan was getting so aroused that a mere handjob from Suzanne, as great as it was and as accomplished as her technique was, seemed inadequate. He wanted a big sexual finale before he left, and knew it had to be now or never. Furthermore, the talk about Heather had put him in a mood for some anal sex, though he was just as glad take straight intercourse. He disengaged from Suzanne and stood up to speak.

CHAPTER 10

Alan cleared his throat and announced, "Hold on everyone." His words caught their attention, but the sight of his penis bouncing wildly from his rapid rise insured that their attention remained. "My cock is in a very good mood, and I really want to stick it somewhere special. I love what you all are wearing, but it's time for everybody to get naked."

The others stopped what they were doing. They got up and shed their few remaining clothes. A quick look at the clock showed it was only 6:15, and they had 45 minutes before Alan had to go.

"Who are you going to do, Big Bayonet Brother?" Katherine asked seductively as she even more seductively pulled her skirt down her legs, tossed it aside, and then pulled her shirt off.

"Well, Little Silky Slitted Sis, I kind of wanted to finish talking about some important things, but I can't concentrate until I get rid of this boner. Time is running out, so I was thinking I could give a little bit of it to everyone. You all look so good that I can't pick just one! Why don't we play 'duck duck goose? I'll stick a little bit here, a little bit there, and see where I end up. Meanwhile, you keep playing with each other, in pairs probably is best, so everyone can get plenty of orgasms whether I'm there or not."

Everyone thoroughly approved of that idea. Some dildos were brought out of what was rapidly becoming known as the "toy drawer," the top drawer of the underwear cabinet by the front door. There was some cream there too, and all the females helped each other get their asses properly lubed up.

The entire bunch moved to the living room. Amy lay on top of Susan face to face on one couch. They stay paired since the two of them hadn't really explored each other much yet, and because Amy couldn't be with Suzanne. Katherine lay underneath Suzanne in a sixty-nine on the other couch.

Alan watched them get started with each other, then went to Amy first. He said, "Amy, I'm gonna fuck you right now, but just a little. So don't let me get too into it, or I'll let the others down."

"'M'kay!" Amy said with great happiness. "He picked me first!" she thought out loud. "My turn to get fucked! Super awesome!"

Katherine grumbled from across the room, and complained, "Brother, remember your two to one promise!" That was his promise that for every time he'd fuck Amy, he'd fuck Katherine twice. She planned to hold him to it, permanently, and didn't care if the others in the house knew about it or not.

Amy had been kissing Susan and using her hands to help mash her big boobs into Susan's even bigger ones. Susan had been driving Amy's clit to orgasm with one of her hands and kneading ass cheeks with the other. The two females continued to kiss and rub hooters against each other as Alan climbed on top of them both.

Amy stuck her legs straight out on each side of her crotch, as if she was a gymnast making perfect splits. But she was bent at each knee, and her lower legs came back in so that her feet ended up tucked between Susan's legs and the couch. She couldn't look any more wide open and fuckable for Alan to take her doggy style.

Alan paused to consider the contraception situations. Amy of course was already on birth control pills, but Susan and Suzanne had reminded him in the past day or two to pay more attention to the protection before sex, so he called for a diaphragm, just to be on the safe side. Luckily, there were plenty of those in the increasingly diversified underwear cabinet, not far away.

Right before he started, Suzanne announced to the whole group, "I want everyone to know that what Alan is planning is not all that smart. Going between the vagina and anus, as I'm assuming he's going to do, can be very unsanitary, especially if done between different women. Going from cunt to ass is okay, but the reverse can potentially cause problems that are no fun at all. But since this is a special occasion we can let it slide if everyone agrees to some serious douching and cleaning as soon as the van comes to get him. But let's not make a habit of it."

Alan focused on his task at hand. He positioned his penis over Amy's pussy, which was already temptingly ripe and wet.

Amy giggled and exclaimed, "Mom, I totally agree we need to 'let it slide!'" She giggled even more. "Come on, boyfriend! Let's do it! Slide it in all the way!"

Alan was all in favor of that idea. However, before he put his penis in, he felt a strange hand grab it. He realized with a start that the hand belonged to Susan. He thought, It's hot enough that I'm fucking my girlfriend while she's lying on top of Mom, but to have Mom guide me in? This is too much! He was so excited that he almost came just from the sight of the unexpected, grabbing hand. The fact that the hand began stroking and squeezing even as it guided him in made it that much tougher to hang on, but he clenched his PC muscle and the crisis passed.

Susan's hand slid him in. He just paused for a while until his penis had recovered and was ready for more. As he lay with his manhood fully extended inside Amy, he once again noticed just how remarkably tight her pussy was. It's more like fucking an asshole than fucking a normal cunt. I wonder if that's because Amy is the closest thing to a virgin here? Will she grow looser with time, or will she always be tight like this? I sure hope the latter, because my penis loves a good squeeze!

Amy couldn't keep kissing Susan, because she just had to yell and let her feelings out. She cried, "Gosh, Alan! Wow! ... OH WOOOOW! NO WAY!" She yelled even louder as she began to cum just from him slowly sliding his penis deeper into her.

Susan's hands now grabbed Alan on the butt. He felt as if he was fucking his mother just as much as he was fucking Amy, which is clearly what his mother intended.

Amy continued to yell. "Fuck me Alan, fuck me more! It feels so good!"

Susan, still underneath Amy, was moaning too quietly for Alan to catch her words.

Alan fucked Amy for only a couple of minutes. He thought, Tight. So tight! Fuck, that's a squeeze! If her cunt is this tight, I wonder what her asshole is like. I can't believe I've never fucked that giant, delectable, round ass of hers. Maybe today's the day! I can do whatever the hell I want to any of these centerfold-perfect women!

Then he suddenly pulled out. He figured there was no time like the present. Amy grumbled, but Alan said, "Don't worry. I'm just switching holes."

"Oooh! You're going to take my ass? Awesome! Hey, everyone, my boyfriend is finally gonna take my anal cherry!"

There was a round of applause and hollers from everyone.

Meanwhile, Amy and Susan repositioned themselves so Alan could aim at her anus. Alan tried to push his penis into Amy's well-lubed back hole, but no matter what he did, it just wouldn't go in. Amy repeatedly pushed her voluptuous ass back towards him, but that didn't help either.

After a few moments Alan asked Susan to remove herself from the body tangle so he and Amy could position themselves just right. Susan did move to the side, but that still didn't help.

Alan thought, Shit. I was right. Her asshole is even tighter than her cunt, and that's really saying something! Wow. If I ever get in there, she's going to squeeze my penis right off. ... Ugh! Damn! Nothing's working! I'll never understand how big penises fit into tiny little assholes, especially a hole like Amy's.

Suzanne could hear groans of frustration coming from Alan, Amy, and even Susan. Suzanne considered herself the resident sex expert, so she yelled from across the room, "Sweetie, you having some trouble over there? Do you need my help deflowering my daughter's butt? You both probably just need to relax a bit. You can get into even the tightest ass if you do it right. Here. Let me help." She started to get up.

Alan pondered that for a few moments. "Nah. Thanks, but we can save it for another time." Suzanne went back to her sexual fun.

He continued to think, and the more he thought, the more frustrated he grew over what he'd almost done. "Sorry, Amy. I don't know WHAT I was thinking. Now's not the right time to do this. Taking your virgin ass is a big, big deal and should be treated as such. I guess I got carried away with the thought of fucking every hole presented me before I go. Classic case of thinking with the wrong head. When I get back we'll do it right. I want to make it a really unforgettable experience for both of us."

"M'kay! That sounds great. And the cunt fuck was GOOD! Even if we didn't finish it, but I understand why, with all these other holes needing filling. Gosh, I can't wait until you get back! My ass is soooo gonna be waiting until the very minute you get back!"

He explained, "My first priority when I get back naturally has to be fucking my wonderful mother." He looked at Susan as he said this, and she gleamed with pride and arousal. "Sunday night I going to just be alone with her. But then I'll try to make it up to you, and Katherine and Suzanne on Monday, okay?"

Amy said with worry, "Gosh, Alan. That seems like such a long time. Three days!"

Susan reacted slower, and said in a lazy voice, "Tiger, I'm so happy. Sunday night..." She spoke as if she was high on opium. "Alan is going to be a motherfucker..."

He responded, "Mom, it's tough for you and I to wait, but it'll be worth it. I'm gonna make it such an unforgettable experience. After a weekend without, I'll be so full of sperm you'll be able to bathe in it!"

"Oh yes! Yes! Drown me in your cum! Fuck me now! Fuck me up the ass!" She started to squirm in excitement.

"Mom, I'd like nothing better than to fuck your ass. Somebody's ass is going to get fucked around here, that's for sure. But let me just catch my breath a bit here."

"Okay. .... Mmmm. Your mommy is ready. So ready! It's such torture to be so close to all this fucking, but not have my cunt on the receiving end! Amy, let's keep ourselves busy while our favorite fuck stud takes a break."

Amy climbed back on top of Susan and they frigged each other to more intense orgasms.

Alan tried to stay out of the action as much as possible until he recovered. He slid down and away from the other two to remove his penis from anyone's reach, and ended up getting off the couch all together.

He looked over towards Katherine and Suzanne to see how they were faring. Katherine was lying on top of Suzanne now, sucking one of Suzanne's nipples. They looked to be having a grand time.

Alan wanted to join them, but he had some unfinished business with his mother first. He thought, So many holes, so little time! I have half a mind to just say fuck the hiking trip and stay here and fuck all weekend long!

While he waited for his penis, he lent a hand to help others. He knelt at the end of the couch where Amy and Susan's feet were dangling. Leaning forward between all the feet, he was able to reach both of their asses with his hands, and began fingering and rubbing all the naughty bits that were accessible. The hands of three different people took turns inside Amy's and Susan's pussies.

After about five minutes of this, Alan felt he'd achieved his second wind. "Amy? Susan? I'm ready." They were so lost in pleasure that he had to repeat their names several times before he could get their attention. "Amy, why don't you have Susan switch places with you? Lie down on your back on the couch. Mommy, lie on top of her, face down."

Susan moaned, "He called me Mommy!" She was deep within her sex fog. "He's going to fuck his mommy's ass!"

He answered calmly, "Yes, I'm going to fuck your ass for a bit. But don't let me cum."

"I don't know if I can promise that, Tiger! I want you to cum inside me! Spill your seed deep inside your mother!"

Susan and Amy were again facing each other tit to tit and pussy to pussy. They continued to take advantage of that fact, grinding into each other everywhere they could. Susan wrapped her legs wide around Amy. She couldn't perform the same gymnastic stunts Amy could, but she nonetheless managed to spread her legs wide enough to create a welcome opening to her ass.

Alan knelt behind them, putting his body between four legs. Susan's ass was wiggling in anticipation, so much so that it was like trying to hit a moving target. He grabbed her ass with his hands and held it in place. That alone made her groan and gasp tremendously. He pushed his penis into her ass, again marveling how much fucking an ass was just like fucking Amy's tight pussy.

Amy didn't think to guide him in like Susan had, but once he was in, Amy's hands explored that whole area, holding his penis as it pistoned and caressing the entrance of Susan's throbbing asshole. Amy felt the penis slip through her hands into the hole, and greatly enjoyed the feeling.

"Fuck me, Tiger!" Susan cried. "Fuck my tight pussy! Fuck my juicy, tiny, little cunt! It feels so good! My cunt can't handle such a big cock! Pound it open!"

At first Alan was confused, not sure if his mother wanted him to change holes, or if she was mistaken what hole he was in. Then he realized she was role playing again, pretending he was in her other hole. He loved it. He exulted, "I'm fucking my mother's cunt! Yes!"

There were gasps around the room, until Amy said, "No he's not, guys! I can feel it with my hands as it goes in and out of Susan's butt. He's just joshing."

Susan kept on crying about her "tight cunt" and Alan went on about his motherfucking. Amy was very nearly as aroused as mother and son were. All three of them grabbed each other and held on for dear life.

Alan was forced to withdraw, again after only a couple of minutes. His mother's words alone kept him teetering on the verge of orgasm.

He rolled off of both of them and fell roughly to the floor. "Mommy, I have to stop, but that was ... wow. The role playing was too much. I was about to cum!"

"Thanks, Tiger!" she said with glee. "Flattery will get you everywhere. And I do mean everywhere, if you know what I mean! This is going to be the longest weekend ever. Forty-eight hours until we can fuck!"

"Ugh!" he moaned in response to that. His penis was so filled with pleasure and pain by now that it felt more numb than anything. Susan and Amy moved into a sixty nine, now that he was off them. He'd left them right on the verge of climaxes too, but unlike him they didn't need to hold off any more. Their sounds of licking soon gave way to sounds of screaming, especially from Amy. She was quite a screamer.

CHAPTER 11

As Alan came somewhat back to reality, he asked, "Does anybody know what time it is?"

Amy and Susan were still fully occupied, so Suzanne took it upon herself to answer the question. "Oh shit," she said in fright. "Your pick up is coming by!" She was underneath Katherine, but she reached out to an end table where she had her watch in her shorts pocket. She said in a much calmer tone, "Oh, it's okay. It's only a little after 6:35. Lots of time to fuck, still."

"Does that watch have an alarm, and if so can you set it to 6:50?" Alan got up and stood over Katherine and Suzanne.

"Check," Suzanne said as she set the alarm. "You're good to go. But wouldn't it be funny if we forgot, or they got here early, and a whole troop of young boy scouts walked in on this scene? Then we'd just have to fuck them all to keep them quiet!"

"No we wouldn't!" Katherine said somewhat testily as she removed her mouth from one of Suzanne's nipples. "The only man I'm ever going to let fuck me is Alan!"

"Yeah! Same here!" Amy chimed in, lifting her head from Susan's pussy. Long lines of Susan's cum stretched from her mouth down to Susan's pussy. Then Amy repositioned so she was face to face.

Alan watched with interest as Amy's boobs squished down into Susan's larger ones, like two marshmallows pressing together.

"Ah, the enthusiasm of youth!" Suzanne said wistfully.

"Not just youth," Susan said between ragged breaths. "Alan's the only ... the only one. For me. Uh! ... Ever."

Suzanne complained, "Me too, obviously! But can't I pretend otherwise just in jest?"

Susan responded surprisingly vocally, "No! You know from our morning practices that those fantasies are out of the question! Alan's penis is the only penis on Earth, as far as I'm concerned!"

"Okay! All right, already. ... Speak of the devil, Sweetie, are you just going to stand there or are you going to put your hot rod into me or Katherine? Take your pick. Time is running out!"

"Tough choice! Okay, wait a minute, I've got an idea. Let's get on the ground." They all moved to the floor next to the couch. Suzanne lay on the floor, face up, and then Alan directed Katherine so she lay on top of Suzanne, face down. Their boobs pressed against each other delightfully, and they were quite happy to remain that way.

Alan said, "Okay, now, Suzanne I want you to spread your legs really wide. Just how I like 'em. And Katherine, drop your knees to each side, above her legs. Excellent." The net result of all of this was there were now four holes lined up all waiting to be fucked. Suzanne's asshole was at the bottom, followed by her vagina, then Katherine's vagina, and finally Katherine's asshole at the top.

"Okay, ladies," Alan said to Katherine and Suzanne. "There are four holes there. I'm going to fuck all four of them." He scooted himself up and draped himself over Katherine so that his rod was now in reach of all four holes.

"Three of them!" Susan said with a muffled shout, her mouth filled with Amy's pussy. She was making reference to the fact that Alan still wasn't officially allowed to fuck Katherine.

"Oh, yeah, three of them," Alan said, but in reality he planned to fuck all four.

Katherine and Suzanne braced themselves to see what Alan would do next.

"Bottoms up!" Alan cheered as he stuck his penis into Suzanne's anus. He stroked several times into Suzanne's asshole, and then pulled out. Then he put his penis into Katherine's anus, and began stroking some more. Just as Katherine was starting to really get into it, he pulled out and stuck his penis into Suzanne's pussy. Finally, he took it out and put it in Katherine's pussy.

His pistoned in and out for about ten slow strokes. No one said a word aside from lots of groaning, but once he took it out, Katherine said rather quietly, "Um, Brother, I think you might have used the wrong hole there. What about our best behavior pledge and all that?"

"Oh, sorry!" Alan said in mock confusion and apology. "So many holes, it gets so confusing."

"No worries. I love it! But you know, Mom is just right over there, and you were saying you didn't want more trouble right now..."

"What was that?" Susan shouted from across the room, having heard the word "Mom." But, generally speaking, Amy was fully occupying her attention, thanks to the dildos and fingers exploring several of her holes.

"Oh nothing!" Suzanne shouted. "Having a good time with my daughter there?"

"Very!" Susan shouted back. "And how are my two children treating you?"

"Most hospitable, I must say! You raised them to have such manners. For instance, Katherine knows not to talk when her mouth is full ... of my pussy!" They all laughed.

"Speaking of full, Aunt Suzy," Alan interrupted, "my cock is coming your way again. Get ready to feel it fill up your cunt." He stuck his penis up her pussy. With a free hand, he plunged three fingers into Katherine's pussy and his thumb went into her anus.

"God YES!" Suzanne cried out. "Mrs. Plummer, you've raised some mighty good children," she said loudly so Susan could hear. "Fuck me deeper, Sweetie! Deeper and harder! More! More!"

But rather than fuck deeper, he pulled out altogether. He gave himself another short break. Then he decided to get bold and stuck it back into Katherine's pussy. He put his fingers and thumb in Suzanne's two holes in the meanwhile. "Alan, I think you got the wrong hole again," his sister said rather quietly.

"What was that? I'm sorry I can't hear you." He gave her pussy some long, deep strokes, and then pulled out and put it back into Suzanne's pussy. He didn't know for sure if Suzanne knew which of his sister's holes he was using, but he didn't really care. The important thing was to fool Susan, and she was now under Amy with her face so far up Amy's crotch, metaphorically and literally, that she couldn't see anything he was doing at all.

He went back into Katherine's pussy, enjoying it the most because it was the one taboo hole. Again he moved his hand to Suzanne's holes so he was still doing three holes at once. He was rapidly reaching orgasm, and tried to figure out which hole he should finally shoot into.

"Oh yes, my ass!" Katherine said, getting wise to his game. "Fuck my ass, Alan! Fill it up! Fuck it some more!" Alan began pounding her pussy for all he was worth for a minute or two. "Fuck me Alan! Fuck it deeper! Deeper!"

Suzanne couldn't help notice where he was putting his penis, but she merely said wryly under her breath, "Alan, I think you need a pair of glasses."

Alan realized he could hold out no longer and had to cum. He figured cumming into his sister's pussy wasn't the best idea at this point if he was going to make any effort at all to keep their fucking a secret, so he rapidly withdrew and pushed his penis still shooting sperm into Suzanne's pussy instead. Meanwhile, he still used his hand to piston into any and every hole that came within striking distance. Suzanne and Katherine had already been cumming long before he did, but as he yelled out loud, both of them intensified in their shaking and moaning.

Alan finally withdrew his now exhausted penis.

Suzanne reached out towards her watch again and checked the time. "You still have five minutes, lover boy." In a louder voice, she announced to the group, "Hear that everyone? We have five minutes!"

Suzanne and Katherine expected Alan to now get off of them, and he did. But he wasn't completely done. He said to Suzanne, "Back to the couch."

The two females hopped up, with Katherine remaining on top of Suzanne, face to face, pussy to pussy. They immediately began kissing each other, and fondling each other's boobs.

Alan meanwhile lingered close, and knelt next to the couch. Once again, he had four empty holes underneath him. He stuck his thumb into Suzanne's asshole, and two fingers from that hand went into Suzanne's pussy. He did the same with Katherine and his other hand, so he was in four holes at once. His penis was down for the count, but he was determined to keep going with his fingers. He began pumping them all to the same rhythm and speed.

They barely noticed the watch alarm go off for all the screaming, moaning, pumping, sweating and cumming. But slowly both groups of lovers came to a stop. Thanks to the time concern they made a quick effort to get up and get ready for the scouting van.

Suzanne quietly asked Katherine as she tried to stand, "Did you also notice Alan has bad eyesight?"

"Oh very much so." Katherine winked.

"I thought as much," Suzanne muttered. "I gotta give it to you, though Alan. You have some balls."

"What, you mean these?" Katherine said as she began playing with them.

Suzanne took charge. "Okay, everybody, listen up. We've got like three minutes if the scouting van is on time. Luckily they're always late, but let's be on the safe side. Alan, run upstairs and take the fastest shower you ever took in your life to get the smell of sex off of you. Susan, you do the same in the other shower in case you have to be presentable. I'll stall 'em if they come in the meantime."

CHAPTER 12

Everyone rushed around frantically. Suzanne, Amy, and Katherine took showers once Alan and Susan got out (Amy and Katherine shared a shower, but had no time for hanky panky). Alan went over his backpack and other belongings one last time.

At ten minutes after seven, all five of them were reassembled fully clothed in the living room. They had nothing to do but wait. After a minute or two of everyone just sitting quietly, Alan said, "Okay, let's face facts. The scouts are always late picking people up. They go around picking people up all over town, and there are always delays. I'd say we still have at least half an hour. I propose we talk until they arrive. I know it's weird that the conversation might get yanked to a halt at any moment, but there's stuff I'd really like to get off my chest before I go."

"Like what?" Amy asked.

"Well, this whole Glory thing, obviously. It's bothering me even more than the Dr. Fredrickson situation, because I'm much more confident that we can beat that one. But Glory? I'm really worried. And I know we already talked it into the ground, but it raises all kinds of issues. I mean, where do I stand, exactly? What if she says, define your relationship with your mother, or with Amy? It's all kind of nebulous, isn't it? Let's look at the really big picture here? Just amongst the five of us, how do we want things to work?"

Katherine answered, "I think things are working out fine, Big Scimitar Brother. Let's just keep doing what we're doing."

Amy objected, "You can't call him that! Scimitars are totally curvy, but his thingy is pretty straight."

"Amy, it's just a rough approximation. Anyways, I like the way that his-"

Alan cut them off. "Hey you two, can we focus here? Or do you want to talk about my penis all day? On second thought, don't answer that question! Seriously, Sis, we can keep going as we are, but don't we want to define things, make commitments? How do I know that I won't lose one or more of you, too? I lost Glory. I don't want to lose another!"

Suzanne spoke up. "Sweetie, you did not lose Glory. Would you stop saying that? I'm 100% certain she'll come back. But let's not rehash that. I understand your need for certainty, and I agree. Who's to say for instance, that Katherine might not go off to college and find some nice young man instead of you?"

"I'M TO SAY!" Katherine replied huffily. "Don't even think about it! I agree with Mom that as far as I'm concerned, there's only one man! Alan or nobody!"

Suzanne responded, "Just to play devil's advocate, some people might say that incest isn't natural, and that it would be better for you to eventually find someone else."

"Screw the devil!" She went over and hugged Alan. "I'm with my brother for life! I hope you're cool with that, Brother." Turning back to Suzanne, she added, "He's even said that he's going to be the father of my children, so there!"

Suzanne raised an eyebrow at that, and Susan's mouth dropped open in surprise.

Alan pointed out, "You see? This is what I'm talking about. Nobody is certain about anything, because nothing's been defined. Katherine even had to say 'I hope you're cool with that' because we've never discussed these things. I guess everyone was afraid to rock the boat, and spoil the magic, but now's the time."

Amy raised her hand. "Alan? Are you happy with what Katherine said? Because I want the same thing. Could we make babies too? Please?"

Alan raised his hand and said, "Whoa!" But it wasn't in reference to what Amy was saying. Instead, he was reacting to what she was doing: she pulled down the black dress she'd just put on, freeing her bouncy boobs.

She laughed and played dumb. "What? You said you have some things you want to get off of your chest. So do I. Clothes. ... Bwah! Yuck! And with my breasts getting bigger and bigger, my tops are getting tighter and tighter." She giggled some more. "I don't think it's fair to make me wear these tiny things."

Alan laughed, and let the point slide. Even with the scouting van coming, he realized that trying to get Amy to keep her clothes on inside the Plummer house was a losing proposition.

Amy continued as she hefted her flawless teen tits in his direction, "I want to be with you forever and have you be the father of my children, too. I don't know if that means I'd be your wife or mistress or harem girl or what, but it doesn't matter that much to me. I'll be with you, by your side, no matter what you want to call me."

Katherine interjected, "And I'll be by your other side!" Not to be outdone, she also pulled her top down and let her tits spring free.

"Whoa, whoa!" Alan held his hands out in a placating gesture. "One at a time. This is great. This makes me feel better already. Amy, Katherine, that would make me very happy. I'd be proud to have both of you by my side. Let's stay together forever."

Amy rushed over and hugged him, then Katherine did the same. Now they were not only metaphorically but literally by his side, one on each side of him. Their hugs were full of love but also lust, as they both rubbed their breasts up and down his arms while practically squeezing him to death with exuberant happiness.

Susan spoke up. "Wait a minute. I love that you three are making these commitments. It makes me so happy, and I think it's so right. But what about the older generation? Son, I know you can't get Suzanne or I pregnant, though that doesn't mean we can't practice trying quite a lot..." She winked. "And I know we aren't young and pretty like our daughters..."

"Hold on!" Alan interrupted. "Who isn't young and pretty? Mom and Suzanne, you two are two of the most beautiful, lovely, and loving people on this planet. Period. Pregnancy doesn't mean much to me. I don't want to have kids for a loooong time. What I do want is to have all of you. All four of you. Age be damned! Susan and Suzanne, will you have me? Do both of you want a permanent relationship and a permanent commitment?"

The two older women rushed up to him and hugged him tightly. Katherine and Amy had to pull away and step back because the other two females simply smothered Alan with hugs and love. Susan and Suzanne both talked at once, eagerly exclaiming their desires for permanent commitments.

Alan said, "Hold up! One at a time. Mom, you first."

"Son, I'm offended that you'd even have to ask me. I'm yours forever! You and Katherine are the joy of my life, my reason for living. Anything you want, Tiger, I want to give it to you." Looking over at the topless Amy and Katherine, Susan too pulled her dress down. She hefted up her tits just as Amy had done, and nearly fainted with delirious joy as she imagined Alan sucking mother's milk from her boobs for ever and ever.

Then she remembered some words of advice Alan gave to her weeks ago, words that she repeated to herself nearly every day since: Thrust your chest out and proudly poke your tits high up in the air, because you have nothing to be ashamed about. She did thrust her enormous chest out, an act which, thanks to his words, never failed to boost her confidence and happiness.

Alan and Susan kissed passionately and hugged some more.

Suzanne was also hugging Alan from the other side. After a few moments Alan stopped and turned his attention to her. "What about you, Suzanne?" He knew that of the four, Suzanne would be the toughest one to convince to make a formal commitment.

But she said, "What Susan says pretty much goes for me, too. I love you. You're my Sweetie. I'm here for the long haul. You know what we were saying earlier, about other men? I mean that. You're the only man I'd want. Why, even to sleep with my husband would feel like cheating on you." She saw the baring of boobs as a sign of commitment, so, with a big smile on her face, she too dropped her dress.

Susan, Katherine, and Amy all spoke up too, nearly shouting all over each other to declare that they too wouldn't want to be with another man.

Alan had to stop them and clarify. "Wait a sec, wait a sec. Let's see what we've got here. We all agree that we're going to stick with each other forever, right? I want to make that same declaration, too. I love you all so much that I could never see changing what we all have."

Susan urgently asked, "But Tiger, when you go off to college, won't you leave us all behind? What if you find some young filly there who is so amazing that you completely forget about the rest of us, and marry her? What if she doesn't want to share? What if she thinks that the whole-"

"Hold on, Mom! First off, we're a group now. I don't want to go off to college or anywhere unless we all discuss and agree on it, first. I couldn't imagine going to another town and leaving you all behind, so either I'd go to college here or maybe we could move all together."

That got a great reaction. There were more high fives, hollers, and hugs.

When everyone calmed down, he continued, "Now, as for the second part, I'm involved with other women, as you all know, and I hope I can still continue with that. But with the possible and partial exception of Glory, no one has the significant history with me that you four have. I can't see how I could ever meet another girl who would be so amazing that she could possibly take me away from any of you. I mean, the four of you are about the most amazing women imaginable, one by one, and together the whole is so much greater than the sum of the parts.

"Further, I'm completely addicted to the multiple women lifestyle. There might come a woman I'd love so much that I'd want to make her a part of our close group. Maybe Glory, for instance, if she wanted it. But that woman would have to be completely okay with everything we've got going with each other. And like Glory, I doubt if anyone will, because they don't share that history together that we all do. So I'm afraid that no matter what happens, I'm 'stuck' with the lot of you." His words had him complaining about being stuck with them, but of course he didn't mean it. His face was beaming with happiness.

The others loved that speech. Again, all kinds of hugs, kisses, and talking broke out. The gist was that they all thoroughly approved.

He again had to quickly calm everyone down and resume the conversation, because he wanted to establish some things before the scouting van arrived, which could theoretically happen at any moment. He stood up and walked in front of the others, and said, "Hold on. What about the hypocrisy issue? I'm sleeping with all kinds of women, and you're saying that you don't want to sleep with any other man. I know that's hypocritical, but I can't help myself. If someone like Brenda shows up and throws herself at me, I can't say no. But at the same time, if something like that were to happen to one of you, I'd feel horribly jealous. Is that situation really right? Is that fair?"

Susan emphatically answered, "Of course it is! Son, it's your right and your privilege to sleep with any woman you want! I get so proud and so HOT to hear about your conquests, like your total conquest of the cheerleading team! The way you've fucked all six of them." She turned to Katherine and winked.

Katherine's mouth flapped open and closed in surprise. "Wa-wa-wait. Mom? You know? Me and Alan?"

Susan looked at her and smiled, and then back to an equally shocked Alan. "Of course I know, and I'm fine with it. I was 99% sure already, but then this morning, Tiger, when I came into your room and gave you a wake up blowjob, what did I taste on your penis but your sister's pussy juices? Very fresh and tasty, I might add."

Alan stammered, "But, but..."

Susan completed his thought. "But you thought that she'd licked your penis so clean that I wouldn't be able to tell, right?"

He nodded sheepishly.

Susan smiled and turned to Katherine. "Good job on the cleaning, Angel. Of course, as a good fuck toy, part of your duty, or I should say our duty, is to clean him off every time. A mere tongue bath won't get rid of the smell, let alone the taste, completely though. I'm also more than a little proud to say that I'm not only very familiar with the smell, and taste, of my daughter's cunt, but also the smell and taste of my son's cock, particularly the taste of his cock when it hasn't already been drowned in cunt juice. Such smells! So delicious! It smelled like a whorehouse in his room. Hell, even more so that usual!"

They all laughed at that. She continued, "Obviously, not only did the two of you fuck, but you did it secretly in the middle of the night. Don't worry, it didn't make me mad. It just made me so proud of my children. My son is such a stud! And my daughter is turning into such a sexy, nympho vixen! Come here, you two!"

Alan, Katherine, and Susan engaged in another tight hug.

CHAPTER 13

"Okay," Alan said formally. "How are we doing on time?"

Suzanne looked at her watch. "Seven twenty. I'd guess we have another ten minutes at the very least."

"Excellent. All right. Let's get back to the sex slave and fuck toy issue. Now, those are colorful terms, but what do they mean? Sis? What do you mean when you call yourself stuff like that?"

"Big Cutlass Brother, when I call myself your fuck toy, what I guess I mean is that I feel as if my top priority is to serve you sexually, and make you happy. Nothing else is as important. You can and should order me about, and I'm eager to agree. I'm basically your toy or slave to do with as you please. And not just any fuck toy, I want to be your number one fuck toy!"

Amy raised her hand (she had a habit of formally raising her hand in group settings). "Ooh! Ooh! Can I talk?" Alan nodded at her. "What Katherine said sounds good! Can I have that too?"

Alan smiled, "It's a free country. I'm not going to stop you."

"Oh! Goody!"

Then Susan spoke up. "I know it's a bit demeaning for your own mother to say this, but Alan, Tiger, that's exactly what I want, too. Nothing matters more to me than seeing you and Katherine happy, and of course keeping you sexually satisfied is a huge part of that. It's what I do, now. And I love it when you order me about! All you have to do is say, 'Assume the position,' and I start to cream! So yes. Call me a sex slave and a fuck toy! That's what I am!" She stood proudly, as if such names were badges of great honor.

Alan walked over and kissed her. "Thanks, Mom. I love you, too. I hope that everything I do will make you happy and proud of me, too." As they kissed, they stood with their mouths an inch or so from each other so the others could see their tongue play.

Susan added as they pulled away, "Son, you realize that I can't play favorites. You're the only male, so you're a special case, but I aspire to be a fuck toy for everyone else here, too."

Katherine and Amy immediately spoke up. "Ooh! Me too! Me too!"

Alan noted, "So. It seems that sex slave and fuck toy isn't really so much a position thing as a dedication to being completely sexually satisfying. It's a commitment to everyone in the group, sexually. That seems right. I give all three of you the big thumbs up. You know I'm completely dedicated to keeping you all as sexually satisfied as I can, so I don't mind calling myself your sex slave too."

Then Alan turned to Suzanne. "So that leaves your case. We should call you ... what? An independent woman. A nympho. That's a good word we all like. You know Suzanne that I'll love you just as much as ever, no matter what I call you."

Suzanne was feeling the heat now. She still wanted to be as close to Alan as everyone else, but now she was being put in a position with an asterisk next to her name. She felt like the others were all establishing relationships that she couldn't be a part of because of her objection to terms like "fuck toy" and "sex slave." But she didn't want to be left out. Her mind frantically scrambled to think, and she said, "Wait a minute. Hold on a second, here."

Alan stood silently and waited, but some moments passed and Suzanne didn't say anything more. He finally prompted her, "What is it, Suzanne?"

She said, "I'm not crazy about your terms, but I hold a similar commitment in my heart. To all of you. For instance, I'm willing to say that starting from today, as long as I have you to love, I'll never touch another man. Not even my husband. I don't care! We're already sleeping in different beds, but he'll have to understand that he's not even to touch me!"

Alan pressed, "Will you divorce him, too, if I ask you to?"

"I will, but only if it's my SON who asks me. So I'll do it, if you're willing to really call me 'Mother.' Your second mother. If you'll agree to be my son, I'll be happy to be called 'fuck toy' or 'sex slave' or anything else."

Suzanne said these words resolutely, but she didn't know where they were coming from. It was as if they came straight from her subconscious. She was completely surprised. But in fact, this had been her secret deep desire for years. She hadn't allowed herself to consciously think such thoughts because of fears it might mean she was trying to usurp Susan's place. Yet now that she said them, it was like a huge load was lifted from her heart, much like an emotionally tortured, closeted gay feeling tremendous relief upon confessing his or her homosexuality.

She panted with relief and anticipation, and stared at Alan with hope and fear. There was nothing she wanted more in life than for Alan to agree to this idea. She held her breath.

Alan pondered the idea, and looked back and forth between Susan and Suzanne. Then he looked over at Katherine and Amy. All of them were very anxious to see what he would say, but he couldn't really make out their feelings on the matter from their facial expressions.

Finally he looked back to Susan. "Mom, Suzanne's idea is in no way meant to be a replacement for you. She's talking about being a second mother. You're my number one mom and always will be. But Suzanne has essentially been my second parent for years." He turned his eyes back to Suzanne. "I think it's time that we formally recognize that fact. ... Don't you agree, Mother?"

Chills ran up and down Suzanne's spine to hear Alan call her 'mother.' She jumped at him and gave him a huge bear hug. "Yes! Oh, yes! Son! My son! Did you hear that? Did everyone hear that? He called me mother!" She showered him with kisses, and he kissed back.

But he pulled away as quickly as he could, because he had to confirm that this was okay with the others, especially Susan. With Suzanne still draped around him in a loose hug, he asked, "What do you think, Mom? I won't agree with this unless you approve. Are you ready for Suzanne to be your sister?"

She was looking uncertain, but her eyes lit up at that. "Ooh! Sister?" She turned to Suzanne and went forward and took Alan's place in an embrace with her best friend. "Suzanne, of course you have my permission. You're his second mother, now. And my sister."

Suzanne quickly added, "And Katherine's second mother, too! Is that okay with you Katherine?"

She walked up and hugged the two mothers. "Of course! Call me 'Daughter' now, Mom!"

Alan looked over at Amy who was feeling left out, and with him the only ones not in on the hug. He said, "Aims, what are you waiting for? Join the hug. If Suzanne is our mother, then that makes Susan your mother, too. And now Katherine and I have a new sister!"

"Oh! Cool! M'kay! Wow!" She ran forward and hugged Alan, then went and hugged the other three. Alan joined them, and all five had one big group hug.

Alan was the first to pull away. There was a lot of kissing going on, but the hug slowly broke up. He was still conscious of the time, and gave another short speech. "I'm so happy and in love with all of you. I can't tell how much it means to me to get this kind of support and love from all four of you after everything that's happened lately, especially with Glory. This just feels so right, doesn't it? We should have done this years ago, because this is really our natural family! Suzanne, OF COURSE you're our second mother! That's why I was calling you Aunt Suzy all these years, but now I don't have to call you that any more. Now you're just 'Mother.' Try it out, Sis."

Katherine smiled at Suzanne. "Hey Mother, how ya doing?"

Suzanne rushed at her and hugged her, then stretched her body out and pulled Alan into the hug. "Hi, daughter! You two are too great!" She was too emotionally overjoyed to say more, and fought back tears of joy.

Alan turned back to Susan to reassure her some more. "Remember, Mom, Suzanne is in no way a replacement for you; she's a replacement for dad. You're my number one mom and always will be. But every child should have two parents." He said with a big grin, "I'm just really lucky that they're both amazing women who are also my fuck toys, as I am theirs."

Susan nodded in understanding. Alan noticed that she was crying tears of joy, just like Suzanne was. In fact, he looked around and saw that everyone was crying now. He started to get choked up himself, when he realized how strong the love in the room was.

Suzanne happily thought to herself, I didn't know I was creating a monster when I started this whole scheme, but I'm so glad I did! I thought I was in control and directing events, but now I'm one of four women in his ... harem. That's right! I'm a fuck toy in his harem. In my son's harem! I don't care if it sounds demeaning; words are just words... And frankly, 'fuck toy' kind of turns me on. The important thing is that my dream has come true! We're all one family now. It's actually happened! My dream of one giant, endless orgy of love and sex is really, truly here! She felt so giddy with delight she thought she would faint.

CHAPTER 14

Alan felt more than joyous, he felt full of love. Yet he also felt greatly aroused, and the whole thing was a big power trip too. He thought, I'm going to have these four beauties in my life forever and ever! As my loves, my family, and my sex slaves! Does it get any better than that?!? Just like Suzanne, he was so overwhelmed that he felt like he was on the verge of passing out.

Speaking more generally to everyone, Alan sat down to recover, and said, "Wow. I'm so overwhelmed. I don't think there's ever been any one as lucky as me. I'm just glad to know how much you all love me."

Suzanne said, "It's not luck. Trust me. Some luck, yes, but you're more responsible for this than you'll ever know. You're just so damn handsome and lovable!"

What she meant was the fact that the six times a day scheme wasn't a complete accident of fate, but brought about by her lust and love for him. But she couldn't say what she wanted to say any more directly without giving that secret away. She knew there was a lot of luck involved, but she also felt that he'd handled the cards he'd been dealt extremely well.

Alan turned back to Amy. "Now, Amy, my second sister, how are you feeling about all this?"

"Great! Super! This is the greatest ever! It's like my family just doubled. How cool is that? And I love all these new titles! They make me so hot. I can't wait until you come back from your trip! My own brother is going to fuck my ass for the first time! And I hope that's just for starters, 'cos my cunt is already feeling so empty and lonely!"

Alan smiled then turned towards Suzanne. "There is one fly in the ointment about all of this. Everyone has declared their complete love and sexual devotion to everyone else, but Mother, what about you and Amy?"

"I just love it when you call me 'Mother'! Can you do that again?"

He grinned. "What would you like me to say, Mother?"

"Ooh! I love it!"

"I have a suggestion, by the way. It's going to get confusing with all these mothers and siblings. I suggest we call Susan nothing but her name or 'Mom' and 'Mommy' and we call Suzanne nothing but her name or 'Mother.' That way we can avoid confusion. And Katherine can still be 'Sis' since I always call her that, while Amy can be 'Sister.' How does that sound?"

Everyone agreed and were quite happy with it.

He continued, "Now, back to my point. What about Suzanne and Amy? Are you two going to be sexually involved with each other? I think it's time. It's inevitable."

Suzanne replied tentatively, "I have serious objections to that idea. But in the spirit of group unity and I guess a reflection of my new sex slave status, I'll follow your orders. I'll do it to please you." To herself she thought, God, I'm starting to sound like Susan, with these comments where I don't even fool myself!

"No you won't," Alan said, surprising everyone. "First off, it doesn't become you to call yourself a sex slave. I'm glad that you showed the flexibility to agree to that, but I know it still rankles you, so as far as I'm concerned you're still the same old Suzanne. I'm not going to call you any term like that unless you find it sexy if I do, and you shouldn't hide behind your supposed loss of freedom. There's been no loss of freedom here. Everybody's doing exactly what they want to do. If, for instance you wanted to sleep with your other son, Brad, I'd be willing to agree to that. Of course I want you all to myself, but I'd feel guilty to hold you back from something you really want to do."

"I appreciate that, Son." She smiled at saying 'son.' "However, I most certainly am not going to get involved with Brad. We have such a perfect group and that would just ruin everything. He'll never be anything like you; there's no place for him in any of this. That's just how it is. Each person is what they are. Frankly, I know mothers aren't supposed to say this, they're supposed to say they love all their children equally, but that isn't true. The Pestridge family is divided. Amy and I make up one group and stick together, while Brad takes after his father and has drifted away from me just like Eric has. So forget him in this, and forget any other male.

"You're the only one I want, Sweetie. You're right. I'm not agreeing to anything I don't already want to do. There's a part of me that minds being called a sex slave, but there's another part that finds it a turn on. I'm happy with that name so long as it's just a hat I can wear sometimes during sex but otherwise keep off."

Alan nodded. "Of course! That goes for everyone! I want, no, I need, to be treated just like a normal teenager on all things outside of sex. I hope that's always been understood. Otherwise I'm going to become insufferable and spoiled. I fear that's already kind of happening."

Susan butted in, "But Alan! How can you say that? You're so much more than a lover to me. I want to pamper and adore you in every way." She blushed and said with her head bowed down, "I want you to replace Ron and sleep with me in my master bed."

Katherine laughed. "Dr. Freud has just entered the building!"

Suzanne commented drolly, "I think Freud permanently lives in this house. And now the incestuous relationships have just multiplied, because I take the second mother title dead seriously. Susan, it's fine that you feel that way, but let's face it. You've always spoiled Alan and Katherine, and only kept them in line with your unlimited love. That's why it'll be so good with you and me as mothers. We can be a 'good cop, bad cop' team."

Alan said, "Good point, Suzanne, and Mom, you know I love you just the way you are, and I adore you too. But let's talk about these kind of things later, and focus on the issue at hand, which is slipping away from me. Suzanne and Amy. Suzanne, about Amy. I'm not forcing you to get physical with her. I don't want you to do it if that's how you still feel about it. But I think you want it, too. You're just having trouble admitting it. Are you really serious about this mother thing? If so, why would you have sex with one daughter, but not the other?"

Suzanne could have pointed out it was because she and Amy had the only real genetic relationship in the whole group, but she didn't. Instead, she said, "You're right. I do want it. I want it so bad that I can barely stand it. I guess that's why I could never figure out a solution to the 'Amy problem' in the whole picture, because secretly I've wanted her in bed with the rest of us. Amy, come here to your mother."

Amy gladly walked forwards and stood before Suzanne. Then they hugged. It was like they were touching each other for the first time. They held each other hesitantly at first, and then made small, exploratory kisses on each other's cheeks. But within a minute they were fully French kissing. After another minute, they were kissing as if they'd been lovers for years.

As her daughter began to fondle her huge breasts, Suzanne gasped, then pulled back and complained, "The van! The van is coming!"

"Let it come! I don't care!" Amy dropped her head down and buried it in Suzanne's chest. She kissed her mother's nipples, and licked her boobs all over. "Mmm, Mom, I love your big tits," Amy moaned. "I've been waiting to really get my hands on these for so long!"

"Me too!" Suzanne exclaimed, as she also fondled her daughter's boobs. "I've been noticing your growth spurt lately, and it makes me so proud. But I've heard you have such a tight cunt! I can't wait to get in there!" They ran their hands all over each other's bodies, especially their asses.

"All right," Alan barked suddenly. "That's enough for now. I would like nothing more than to sit around and watch you two go at it. But again, we have to remember the time! They could be here any second now. How much do you think they'd like to look in the window and see a mother and daughter totally naked and going at it with each other?"

He smiled at that naughty thought. Actually, they'd probably like it a whole lot! But we'd also get in a whole lot of trouble, with that many people knowing what we're up to.

Suzanne nodded and disengaged herself from Amy. She was ready to completely abandon herself to her lusts for her daughter; Alan's halt only delayed the moment when that was bound to happen.

But at the same time, Suzanne thought to herself, My God, what am I doing? That was close. This is real incest! Why am I willing to do anything for pleasure? I conceived her! She came out of my vagina, and now she'll be going back in with her tongue and fingers. ... Yet I love it! Who am I kidding by resisting? Let's face it. As far as anyone here is concerned, Amy and I fucking each other is a foregone conclusion. And you know what? It's right. It will complete the circle. It has to happen!

Amy and Suzanne stood back from each other, and walked backwards until they joined a line with Katherine and Susan. The four females now stood expectantly in front of Alan. They were waiting to see what he would do or say next.

He thought to himself, They're waiting for orders! All four of them! It's like I'm their drill instructor or something. No, it's like I'm their master, because that's what I am: their master!

Spurred by these thoughts, he asked, "Another wording question. When it comes to sexual things, what do you think of the word 'Master'?"

Not surprisingly, Katherine answered first. "Alan, Brother, I am SOOOO all over that word! I keep trying to call you that, but you won't let me! I propose that we all call Alan 'Master' and treat him as such. But only in sexual matters, of course." She was like Susan and didn't really see a distinction between the sexual and nonsexual in her treatment of him, but she added that last part to make the idea palatable for Suzanne.

Amy raised her hand. "Oooh! Oooh! I second the motion!"

Susan also raised her hand, as if they were suddenly following parliamentary rules of order. "Me too. Alan needs to be the man of this house. He's my master, regardless of what anyone else says."

That turned Alan on tremendously. He was having a really hard time keeping his iron hard penis confined in his jeans. He turned to Suzanne.

She smiled at him. "In sexual things only. In all other things I'm going to kick your ass if you're a bad kid." She winked. "Master."

Alan nodded sagely and acknowledged Suzanne's response without smiling back. He was calm on the outside aside from his shaking hands, but on the inside his heart was pounding intensely and his penis seemed to be about to rip its way right through his blue jeans. He reeled in the fact that even Suzanne freely called him "Master."

He coughed, then announced. "We're all one big family now. I am now your master. But I'm a very unusual master, because I love you all so dearly, and I consider myself a slave to all of you. It's my duty to keep you all as happy and loved and sexually satisfied as I possibly can. And in return, you'll do the same for me, and we'll all simply die of joy, together. That means that for the four of you, there is now nothing more important that pleasing me. If you agree, say, 'Yes, Master.'"

All four of them said, "Yes, Master," in unison.

Again, he merely nodded. He felt as if he was some kind of military sergeant inspecting his troops. He didn't know what to do or say next, and just seemed frozen, staring at them. It was taking time for everything to sink in. He felt waves and waves of happiness as he realized that he really could be with these four for the rest of his life. It was nearly too much.

He said, "Okay. Now certainly it must be time for me to go. I say it's time for me to say my good-byes. Then I should go wait with my pack by the curb."

It took a good ten minutes of French kissing and groping before the good-byes were done. Torn between the need to get presentable in case the scouts saw them and the desire to stay naked and frolic, the females put some clothes on, but slowly and reluctantly.

When the good-byes were finally done, he exclaimed, "Jesus Christ, I'm only gonna be gone for the weekend! You'd think I was going away to Europe for a year or something, the way you're all carrying on!" He was exasperated but very pleased with all the affection and love.

Susan said, "Believe me, I'm extremely aware that you'll be coming back soon, though not soon enough! I'll be waiting for you. In case it isn't completely, 100% clear, I'll be waiting on my bed with my legs spread wide open." She grabbed him by the chin to ensure that she had his full and undivided attention. "I expect you to finally fuck my brains out. Is that understood?"

"Yes ma'am," he said with a bowed head as if he was being chewed out, but he was just playing.

Susan roughly grabbed him and began kissing him all over again. "I love you, Tiger. You know that. I'll be counting the hours!"

"Me too, Mom. Me too. I hope you're ready the minute I get home on Sunday night."

"Oh I will be, you can be sure of that," she said confidently.

Alan suddenly changed the topic. "So, Mom, you're not mad at me and Sis for lying about fucking? I feel bad about sneaking around your back."

"Of course I'm mad at you. If we're going to make this unusual family work, we have to have complete honesty and trust. There's been too many schemes and scares, but no more, okay?"

"Okay," said a chastised Alan.

She beamed a wicked smile. "From now on, the only time you're going to be going around my back is when you're stuffing your huge, throbbing penis up my asshole or taking me doggy style. I already have some ideas on how the two of you can make it up to me."

He pretended confusion. "Hmm. Could one of those ways have something to do with this spot?"

She was sitting next to him on a couch, and he grabbed her legs and pulled them up so her knees were at her chest. Then he grabbed at her crotch and poked through her panties with his finger. "Panties," he said, and chuckled. Susan had partially dressed and stood in her underwear, but the very notion of Susan wearing underwear now seemed laughable.

Susan grabbed his finger as it was pulling away, and ground it back into her hole. With her other hand she tried to pull her panties off. She said, "Tiger, I love how you just toss my legs around like I'm some kind of fuck toy." As if the idea just dawned on her, her face lit up and she exclaimed, "That's what I am! Your fuck toy! Oh, that makes me so hot! Master, order your slave how best to please you! "

She gave up trying to remove her panties for the moment and grabbed him instead with both hands. Leaning in inches from his face, she said excitedly, "Son, just blow off your scouting trip. It's not too late. Fuck the scouts! We'll just tell them you're sick. Stay here and fuck us all, all weekend long!"

Alan was tempted. Extremely tempted. As he stood there, he thought, Fuck yeah! Why not? and was going to say as much out loud. Screw the lack of time and everything else. Why should I abstain all weekend, even while my friend Sean spends the whole time in Los Angeles, fucking Xania's brains out? I need to fuck my mom this very instant! He didn't say anything, but the others could tell what he was planning on doing by the possessed look on his face.

But then Suzanne spoke up. "Sweetie, don't even think about it! You know how important it is for you to carry on a semblance of a normal life. This is a big test for you. Will you completely give in to your sexual desires, or will you show some backbone? Don't disappoint me. You know that your first fuck will be so much better if you let your desire, and the size and content of your balls, build up all weekend."

She cast a quick glance at Susan. "Sorry. I don't mean to contradict you, but I think it's worth doing for our son to be his own master, first and foremost. That means mastering his own desires, no matter how great or small they might be."

Susan grew a bit sober at that and nodded. "Yes, Sister. You're perfectly right. I'm so glad you're here to help balance me out!"

Although Alan was sincerely disappointed, he agreed with a nod and dropped his finger from Susan's panties. "How could my desire grow any more? It's just not possible! ... But I guess you're right. I can see what you mean now about the good cop, bad cop thing. Let's all finish getting dressed. " He turned to Susan. "Sorry, Mom. It's better if we wait. When I come back I'm gonna be so hard, so ready! It'll be the greatest fuck in the history of humanity, you just wait and see!"

She smiled. "I know it will be. I'll be waiting. Counting the hours." They kissed.

CHAPTER 15

Alan then kissed Katherine, and Katherine kissed Susan. Soon everybody was kissing everybody else. Suzanne and Amy even kissed each other some more, even though they still hadn't gotten used to it. The sexual tension was at an extreme high.

Suddenly Alan barked, "Okay! That's it! I can't take it any more! Fuck the scouts! I'll go on this trip, but not until I can unload this big hot load I've got building up. I don't care who sees!" He yanked his jeans down his legs and then pulled them all the way off. His penis stood up proudly. It seemed to be longer and harder than ever before.

He looked around to the four of them and wondered what he was going to do to whom. "I think I need to celebrate my new mother and sister! You two get naked and assume the position!"

Suzanne and Amy still hadn't put on much clothing, so they quickly got naked. Then they rushed forward and dropped to their knees before him. Within seconds they were eagerly lapping up his penis.

Alan was stunned at how fast even Suzanne obeyed his "assume the position" without any hesitation or resentment at being ordered around. He felt heady with power.

The mother and daughter team excitedly fondled themselves. One would take the end of Alan's penis, periodically swallowing it, while the other would take the base of his penis and his balls.

But they were also extremely hot for each other, so soon they alternated between jointly sucking and licking his penis, and then switching to jacking him off with many hands while their tongues danced madly in each other's mouths.

Susan and Katherine, still in their clothes, alternated between watching the hot scene and periodically glancing up to make sure the scouting van hadn't arrived yet. They had a big front yard with a lot of trees and greenery, so the odds of any one seeing what was happening inside the house was very low. They would probably hear the sound of the van driving up, and if they didn't hear that, the driver would almost certainly honk just as the van arrived. But they wanted to be on the safe side, so they kept looking.

The whole thing was too exciting for Alan, and he knew he was going to cum soon. But then he had an idea, and he liked it so much that he wanted to implement it immediately, while he still had a hard on.

"Wait a minute!" he practically screamed. He hopped out of range of Amy and Suzanne and their hungry mouths. "One last idea! I want all four of you to get naked and stand next to each other so I can see four sets of huge, gorgeous tits all lined up in a row. Then that image will be in my mind all weekend, keeping me going."

They all protested, saying things like there was no time, and what if the van came. He agreed. "I know it's crazy, but what can I say? I guess I'm starting to like a little danger. It'll be better if everyone just hurries up!" He didn't miss the fact that, in some small way, Heather's lust for danger had somehow rubbed off on him. He was beginning to realize that a life filled with risks was one more worth living. "C'mon," he said urgently with a clap of his hands. "Time's wasting!"

That led to quick action. Susan and Katherine dropped what clothes they wore, and in a minute all four females were buck naked and lined up for him.

Suzanne stood on the far left, then Katherine, Amy, and Susan. They all pressed into each other, creating one solid line of eight tits. He whistled appreciatively. "What an amazing sight! I wish I could have a picture of that. Too bad we haven't taken any pictures that I could take on the trip with me."

Susan muttered, "Camera's in the cabinet above the stereo just behind you."

So Alan rushed over and grabbed the camera, then quickly took a few pictures and threw the camera onto a couch. Even though he couldn't have pictures for the trip, he figured it was a moment worth saving for posterity nonetheless. The others meanwhile were facing the front of the house, so all of them frequently looked out the windows to see if the scouting van or anyone else could see them. The coast remained clear.

Alan walked back and forth in front of them, as if lost in consideration about who had the best tits. "I know which tits are the biggest, that much is obvious." He gave Suzanne's hooters a squeeze, and then Susan's. "We should really measure you two to see who is number one. Not that it really matters, since it's such a photo finish. But size isn't everything. Everyone's tits here are big. But who has the best?"

He walked back and forth, first grabbing one tit then another. He noticed that Amy, who was a couple of inches shorter than the rest, stood on her toes to better match the height of the others.

"Hurry up, Tiger!" Susan said in agitation. She was visibly worried about getting caught. "They're late already!" She playfully added, "Pick mine and be done with it! You know mine are the best." She shook her giant rack tantalizingly.

Suzanne didn't verbally respond, but she thrust her chest out even further than before.

"No need to worry," he said confidently. "We'll hear the van pull up, and I'll be out the door and in the van with my pack in seconds." He found that he'd entered some kind of erotic zone that made him not really care about the van and if anyone saw. He felt remarkably calm and assured as he continued to examine his four "sex slaves." "Boobs are great, but they aren't everything. One could argue that a nice pussy is much more important."

He reached out and began fingering Suzanne's pussy, and then Katherine's with his other hand. He slowly worked down the line, keeping both hands in different pussies at all times. The women continued to stand ramrod straight with their boobs pressed against each other, almost as if they were taking part in a military inspection. They seemed not to react to his fingering, as if it was a part of military hazing trick designed to get their guard down. His stiff penis dangled temptingly, which caused all the females to lick their lips repeatedly. But none dared reach out and touch it without knowing if that's what he wanted.

"Shaved vs. hairy. Now there's a very tough choice," he mused. He stroked Susan's hairy pussy and Amy's shaved one at the same time. "Variety is good, too. I like it both ways." Finally he concluded, "Katherine, I don't know what it is, but there's something extra special about your pussy."

She beamed.

"Of course, I talk about appearance. When it comes to feel, Amy's is so tight. And Suzanne's vaginal muscles are so incredible. I can't even wait to see what Mom's will be like. But Katherine, yours is the best all around."

He continued, "But I'm also an ass and legs man. Why don't you all turn around, reach down, and touch your toes."

Suzanne was getting worried too. "Sweetie, if someone looks in the window, they'll see four asses sticking up in the air!"

"Exactly," he pointed out. "Wouldn't that be fun?" he asked with an impish grin. "But they'd pretty much have to walk up to the front door first to see into this room of the house, so don't worry too much. I'll keep an eye out."

All of them bent for him and froze with their butts sticking out at an outrageous angle. They vied with each other to stick and wiggle their asses as high as they could into the air.

Alan noted with approval that all four women were wearing high heeled shoes. "Now, let's see," he went on, "Who has the best ass? I need to study a picture of this scene, too." He began groping butts, even as he stuck his fingers and thumbs into their anuses and pussies. "Such a tough choice. Everyone is in perfect shape. No flab."

Then he put a hand on his penis and began stroking it over their butts, moving up and down the line, dragging his penis across ass cheeks, pussy lips, and sliding it up and down ass cracks. He thought, It's strange how I love these four women so much, yet I'm also treating them like meat, as if I was inspecting thoroughbred horses to buy.

Susan was getting nervous that she couldn't see if the van was coming or not. She complained, "Son, I love it, but I'm so scared! The van! What about the van?"

Alan just ignored that. He recalled a sexual fantasy Katherine had once shared with him of eight or so of his harem girls in a line, all panting and begging him to fuck them next. He thought, That crazy fantasy is actually a reality! The number is just a little off, that's all.

He stopped for a moment before Amy. "You know, Amy, you have an exceptionally fine ass."

"Thank you, Alan! I'm so glad you like it!" She nearly turned red with embarrassment and delight.

He pushed his penis into her pussy and fucked her with a few strokes while he went on to calmly describe her ass. "It's so wide and soft and plump, yet somehow firm and unflabby, too. I can't wait until I get to fuck your tiny back door. We'll get it right next time."

"M'kay!"

The other women were all suddenly very jealous of Amy, especially Suzanne who turned her head back a bit and saw what Alan's penis was doing. She thought, I'm going to have to give that daughter of mine a really good spanking, and then we'll see how fine her ass is!

He pulled out and walked down the line a bit.

Then he came to Katherine, and stuck his penis in her pussy.

Susan turned her head to watch. She was mesmerized by the sight of her son fucking his sister openly, right next to her.

Alan noticed his mother's stunned look and winked at her playfully. He silently mouthed "Sunday" at her, causing her to blush and smile. Then he turned and said, "Sis, I hate to say this, but Amy has the finest ass. But here's a consolation prize. You know the two to one rule, and all."

After just a few more strokes, he shot his cum load into his sister. He was amazed at how calm he was about the whole thing. Again, he noted that he appeared to be in some kind of strange, blissed out "zone."

Everyone was on the sexual edge, so as soon as he began cumming into Katherine, she started cumming too. Her pussy reflexively clenched his penis as she spasmed, which only made it doubly intense for both of them. Alan had to hold tightly on to his sister's shaking ass until her convulsions subsided and her pussy ceased clenching so tightly at his wilting penis. He jerked his dick one last time as he fired one last, small salvo of cum into his sister.

Susan watched the tremors go through him, and it caused tremors in her as well. She couldn't wait to eat Alan's delicious cum out of her daughter's freshly fucked pussy.

Alan finally pulled out, his penis streaked with his cum and his sister's pussy juice.

Still standing with just a T-shirt on, Alan commanded, "All right everyone, stand up and face front." They all got up and turned around quickly and efficiently as any military unit. Without needing to be asked, they pressed all of their boobs together in a line again. With a small thrill, he saw his own cum start to leak out of Katherine's well-fucked pussy. He could only imagine the fight to lick it up once he'd left. He hoped it was a fight Susan would win.

"Excellent. I think I'd better go now, cos it doesn't get any better than this." As he stood, he was unaware that the cocktail of his and his sister's cum was dripping off of his penis onto the carpet. In a commanding tone, he barked, "At ease!"

They all relaxed their posture, just as if he was an officer ordering his troops. He noticed that everyone was checking the window for the scouting van every couple of seconds, now that they could look in that direction again.

Still naked from the waist down, he went down the line of women, affectionately hugging and kissing them good-bye again. He was in awe at just how much power he had over them, and they were all in awe of it too. He thought to himself, I've been the nice guy all along, but dammit, it's my responsibility to embrace my master role. Suzanne's fully capable, but the others NEED a master! They're going to need a firm hand and direction from me from now on. Of course, it won't be like this in the future, what with the lining up and everything, but somehow this seems important. It almost like we've just gone through a ceremony that's necessary to get to the other side. Whatever that is!

His penis was still wet with the combined juices from his fuck with Katherine. Each female that hugged him couldn't resist sliding a hand or two over his semi-turgid penis, scooping up the cream pie mixture on their hands and then licking their palms and fingers clean. Katherine loved it as much or more as the others, never minding that she was eating her own cum.

He watched each of them luxuriating in consuming their combined sex fluids, and thought, Wow. It seems that every time they have my cum, it binds them to me more than before. Look at their faces! You'd think they were savoring the world's finest caviar. I wish I could shoot out gallons of cum with every load and drench them as they deserve to be drenched.

The cum feast and hug-fest over, he finally put his jeans back on and made himself presentable to the outside world.

He opened the front door and looked outside, but no one was there yet. Had someone been standing on the street and staring down the long driveway directly into the open front door, they would have seen four stunningly beautiful and naked women all standing around one casually dressed young man holding a backpack. Amy and Katherine began to cry. Their mothers hugged and consoled them from behind, barely able to prevent their own tears from flowing, though they were tears of joy more than sad tears of departure.

Alan walked to the street corner without looking back, and heard the door close. He was intensely glad, now, that the scout van was so late.

He thought, No doubt, this has been the worst day of my life, with what happened with Glory, but it's the greatest day of my life now, too.

Against his better instinct, he turned back towards the house, and saw Katherine at the large bay window, tears rolling down her cheeks. Amy was standing nearby, head in hands.

What the heck is wrong with these women? he thought in frustration. I'm leaving for two days. Two friggin' days! It's a completely harmless trip - not like I'm going off to war. Stop crying already! He waved, and Katherine waved back enthusiastically.

He thought for a few moments. Do I really mean this much to my sister and the rest of them? What did I do to earn such love and affection? Maybe sex unleashes some kind of deep natural bonding instinct. I dunno. I wish I could understand this, or really anything in my new life. It's too much!

And then, as if that isn't freaky enough, I have to wrap my head around the concept that the next time I see Mom, she'll be lying in her bed with her legs spread, waiting for me to fuck her cunt. Wow. Words just can't describe what that does to me. What a day! Again!

Finally, after another minute or two, the van came and he was gone.

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