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