CHAPTER 1 (Sunday, Nov. 24)

At around eight o'clock in the evening, the long-awaited Boy Scout van finally dropped Alan off in front of the house. Alan's anticipation and frustration had been building all weekend, but tensions rose to unbearable levels on the ride back home from Los Angeles. His penis seemed to get harder and harder as time went on, and he had to keep his hands over his lap to keep the other scouts from noticing. Naturally, the van got stuck in a big traffic jam. And when the scoutmasters began dropping other scouts off at their houses before him, Alan thought he would go mad. He contemplated feigning sickness or hopping out and calling a cab, but in the end he endured the wait.

Now it was all over. The long wait to fuck his mother that had really started months earlier was finally at an end. He stood in his own driveway with his backpack in hand, awed by the enormity of the occasion.

The only reason he didn't run straight in was because his heart was already pounding so hard and fast that he seriously worried that he was on the brink of a medical disaster. He counted to ten to calm himself, and then began to slowly walk towards the house on unsteady legs.

He hadn't gotten far when Amy and Katherine opened the front door. They were the epitome of youthful enthusiasm as they giggled, squealed, and waved. The two of them, plus Susan and Suzanne, had all been waiting anxiously by the front window all evening, looking for any sight of the van. As soon as it appeared, Susan let out a scream of excitement and took off to her bedroom to prepare herself. Suzanne went along as an assistant, to make sure that everything was perfect. Amy and Katherine were at the front door because they were so extremely ecstatic to see Alan, but also to serve as a distraction so Susan would have time to get ready.

A massive smile spread across Alan's face as soon as he saw Amy and Katherine open the door and stand underneath the bright porch light. They would have run out to him except for the fact that they wore scandalously skimpy outfits, so he ran to them instead. He threw his pack on the ground as he neared the door and leapt into their arms.

A tremendous three-way hug ensued. Each of them seemed to be trying to squeeze the other two to death. Alan was dirty and sweaty from hours of hiking, but the girls didn't mind at all. As the hug went on, he looked from face to face and exclaimed, "It's so good to see you! But what's with all the crying? I've only been gone two frigging days!"

"Hey!" Katherine replied as tears of joy poured down her cheeks, "You're crying too, buster!"

"Am I?" He felt his cheeks and realized he was. He smiled and hugged while Amy and Katherine repeatedly yelled, "Brother!" He said their names over and over.

The hugging soon turned to kissing and tit-fondling. But none of them were satisfied to have to feel through clothes, so Amy paused and tore her T-shirt over her head, while Katherine unbuttoned her blouse. Then everyone went after everyone else even more aggressively. Katherine practically tore Alan's shorts zipper off, and wasn't happy until she had Alan's erect penis firmly in hand.

At that point, Amy realized it probably wasn't a very good thing to be standing outside under a porch light wearing nothing above her waist, not to mention that there was no mistaking the rapid jerking motions her bare breasted sister had started making with her hand over Alan's crotch. She felt obliged to play the responsible one (since Katherine wasn't) and pulled the whole hug-tangle back into the house.

Suzanne came back downstairs just as Amy was closing the front door. She stopped at the foot of the stairs and simply cried out "Sweetie!"

Alan turned her way and smiled as he saw her, because she was such a predictable and arousing sight. She naturally stopped to peen and pose - she never missed an opportunity to show off her sexy outfits and even sexier body. Not surprisingly, her outfit stretched the very definition of the word "clothing," consisting of just high-heeled shoes and a black dress so thin and transparent that one could pick out every one of the very few blemishes on her skin. It was tight as a body suit. She held her arms up around her head, knowing that Alan loved that pose, then rushed the rest of the way to him andj.

Alan frantically kissed from face to face in the group hug for about half a minute. There was only one thing that bothered him: he felt like asking who they were more happy to see, Alan or Alan Junior, since all three females had at least one hand on his massively erect penis or swollen balls. But he didn't want to complain about the great stroking sensations they gave him since he'd missed it so much all weekend. Nevertheless, he eventually managed to pull away from the others' lips (no easy task!) long enough to ask, "Where's Mom?"

As soon as Suzanne answered, "She's upstairs," he began to disengage from the group completely. Again, that was no easy task. Groans followed all around.

Amy had just gotten on her knees, cleared Alan's penis of two fists pumping in tandem, and swallowed his twitching fuck stick far down into her mouth. She could already taste the pre-cum on her lips and the taste only made her want more. But she reluctantly gave it up and stood back up. She pouted sadly, her eyes wide and pleading.

He said with a twinge of regret, "Sorry, everyone, it's so great to see you all, but someone's waiting for me."

He'd almost freed himself, but Amy held on to his wrist with a strong grip. "Hey, wait a sec, Brother. Did you find the picture I left you in your bag? Did you? Did you?"

"Yes I did, Amy. That kept me going all weekend. But let's talk about it later. I've got to go!" He planted a quick kiss on her lips and once again started to head to the stairs.

"How was your hike?" Amy asked.

Suzanne happily noted while caressing his face with the tips of her fingers, "I see your bruises and black eye are gone!"

"Later! Later!"

Amy reluctantly let him go.

The group "hug" had greatly calmed his nerves and eased his tension, so he wasn't so shaky that he couldn't run anymore. He bolted for the stairs as fast as he could, then practically flew up them. He didn't think to stuff his penis back in his shorts, and it bounced wildly as he ran.

Suzanne, Amy, and Katherine remained connected to each other in a loose hug as they watched him go. "Oh poo," Suzanne pouted. She still ran her hands all over herself and her thin, silky body suit, but it wasn't nearly as good as if the hands were Alan's. "That was so brief. Now we probably won't see him till morning. Damn. But it's so good to see him again, don't you think, girls?"

"Yes!" Katherine agreed. "I was sooooo worried he'd get hurt or sick. ... We kind of overdid the greeting though, didn't we? We were practically about to gang-rape him there."

Suzanne conceded, "Yes. A tad. We overdid it a little." But she wasn't paying much attention. She just stared up the stairs at the spot where she'd seen him disappear down the upstairs hallway.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Alan ran down the hallway to Susan's master bedroom at the end of the hall. He could tell by the lights that she had to be in there (dozens of candles were lit all over the room, creating a warm and enchanting glow, much like the lighting when Alan first fucked Amy).

He paused only a fraction of a second to confirm his guess that Susan would be lying naked on her large bed, then he shouted, "MOM!" and kept running on in. He threw himself on her.

"Oh, Mom!"

"Oh, Son!"

That may have sounded corny, but there was no need to say any more. Their lips locked and an electric excitement tore through them as they kissed and groped each other with a deep passion.

In mid-kiss Alan realized one small problem: in his hurry to get upstairs, he'd forgotten to take off any of his clothes. Susan was buck naked and ready to fuck, and his penis was already sticking through his shorts and lying on her bush. But it wouldn't do to fuck through a zipper. He shucked off his shoes, socks, and shorts, but didn't bother with his T-shirt for the moment.

This break in kissing gave Susan a chance to speak. "Tiger," she cooed, her voice dripping with affection, "You've made me so happy. I love you so much. This is like a dream come true! I've been thinking of nothing else this whole weekend!"

"Me too, Mommy! Me too! It's been such torture! I love you, so, so very much that I can't even explain it!"

"Later, Son, later! Talk later. It's time for you to put it in! Don't make me wait another second!" They kissed again. Susan thrust her naked hips up at her son and left a small bit of wetness on his exposed erection.

Meanwhile, Alan grabbed his penis and brought it close. "Okay, Mom. Here it comes. God, isn't this intense? My hands are shaking so bad I can barely hold it!" He wasn't just saying that, either: the head of his engorged penis shook at her opening as though it was a vibrator.

"Don't worry. Relax," she said, stroking her son's face, while she relaxed herself and opened her vagina for him to invade. "You're doing fine. But put your big, fat, mommy-splitter in me now!. Please!" For added effect, she rolled her hips so that her mons rubbed against the tip of his penis seductively. That caused both of them to shiver even more.

He looked down so his trembling fingers could know their target. That helped and he pushed the head of his penis until it settled between her pussy lips, spreading them slightly. He thought, This is it! It's actually fucking really happening! "Here it is, Mommy! I'm coming in!"

She spread her legs as wide as she could to help him enter her. She loved the feeling of spreading her legs and looked forward to keeping them like that as an open invitation for him to fuck her as much as possible. "Do it, Son! Fast! I'm so wet from waiting that you can slide it in all the way! Fuck me hard and fast!" She couldn't believe how wet she was, considering that he'd hardly even touched her yet.

Alan pushed his penis in, and in one fluid motion it went down her moist tunnel all the way to the hilt. He felt an intense shiver all over his body as he pushed it in her. "Oh yes! Mom, I've been waiting for you for so long! So long!"

"I know!" she cried. "So good! Fuck me! Fuck your mommy! Fuck me now!" Her whole body shook with excitement. The warmth of human skin felt a thousand times better than any of the cold dildos she had been using to quench her burning need.

"Did you just climax?" Alan asked after he felt a particularly intense tremble beneath him. He hadn't actually started fucking yet - he still was adjusting to the fact that he was actually inside her.

"Fuck yeah! I came the second you touched me and twice more since! Fuck me! Fuck me all night!"

But Alan still didn't start thrusting. From the moment he'd been dropped off by the scouting van until this moment, everything had been such a whirlwind of emotion that he hadn't had a chance to think coherently, he just reacted. But now, he stopped to savor the moment and fully, consciously, think about what he'd done and what he was about to do. Even as his body shook and his heart thumped wildly, his thoughts came with a strange calmness. I'm inside my mother. It's actually happening. This is not a dream. There's no turning back; I'm a true motherfucker.

Those ideas were so exciting that they sent a shiver down his spine, on top of all the other tingles and shivers he was feeling. But he could tell Susan was in no mood for contemplation. He'd been kept fairly busy on the trip back from the Channel Islands and only had stolen moments to think about what would happen, but Susan had done little more all weekend than ruminate about what would happen, and she'd had more than enough of thinking. He could see it on her face: she wanted action. Specifically, she wanted the hardest, fastest, and deepest fuck Alan could give her.

So Alan pulled his hips back, and after a delightfully pregnant pause to savor the moment, thrust his penis back in. It was as if a dam suddenly broke, and within seconds he was pistoning in and out at a fast clip. But even more than going quickly, he made certain to pound her hard. He was in no mood for anything except a brutally straightforward and fast fuck. He slammed her hard into the bed. She had to grab the headboard as he propelled her backwards up the bed and into the wall. There was no way he could fuck her any harder without hurting her. With every deep thrust, he could feel the slightly spongy membrane of her cervix. And with each hard, solid thrust, she gasped out loud in appreciation for her son's virility.

"YES!" she yelled, her eyes wide with pleasure. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fucking motherfucker! You're a fucking motherfucker! Ah! Fuck! Fuck me! Yes! Like that! Like that! So good! So hard! So hot! Fuck! YES! Aiiiiieeeee!!!!!" Susan screamed her head off. Alan did too.

Less than five minutes after Alan had started fucking his mother, an unstoppable climax surged within him and then hit him with full force. His PC muscle could no more stop it than he could have stopped a tidal wave with his hands.

He held her tightly as he shot his wad deeply into her vagina. Alan had always shot big loads, but this was the biggest load he'd ever unleashed, thanks to an entire weekend of abstinence and anticipation, not to mention the intensity of the moment. Rope after rope came out of his throbbing penis until he almost began to laugh, because it seemed so completely improbable to have such a huge load. He practically flooded her entire vagina with his gooey seed and it began to obscenely squish and ooze out around his penis with each subtle spasm.

All the while, Susan's body shook as if she was having a seizure. She completely lifted off the bed and came slamming back down onto it again. She arched her back and clawed the air, and still the cum kept coming. She was as incredulous about the size of his load as he was. She could feel the surge of each cum blast travel up her son's dick and explode out of his dick head. He seared her pussy with his hot cum. The sensation radiated outwards and warmed her entire body.

She cried, "Fuck! Cum! So much! So much! Cum! Fuck! God! Fuck! Good! Too much cum! Oh no! God! Oh! FUUUUUCK!"

The peak of climax is so intense that the French very aptly call an orgasm a "little death." But the peak is also typically very short, and often seems to be over as soon as it began. But not with this fuck. The peak of their mutual climax went on and on and on. Both of them lost all track of time, and in fact, time slowed down for them, as if their lives were flashing before their eyes.

The sensations were more than Alan could bear. The last thing he remembered was fighting the feeling that he was going to pass out. Then, he felt himself falling, and realized the peak was over and his body was slamming down onto Susan as if he was ending a push up exercise. He had completely lost all sense of self as he entered a very magical, transcendent state for a split second.

Alan fell on top of her with a hard thud. In fact, both he and Susan would have passed out had it not been for all the adrenaline pumping through them. For some time afterwards, their bodies continued to surge with energy even while their spirits were utterly exhausted. They just lay on top of each other, breathing heavily.

Again, Alan lost all sense of time, but eventually he came to enough to lift his head a bit and look Susan in the eye. She stared back from a few inches away with the deep and unconditional love that only a mother can give. They both smiled at each other. Alan playfully rubbed the tip of his nose against the tip of Susan's nose before he collapsed back down and rested his head above her shoulder.

There was more exhausted heavy breathing. Their bodies rose and fell together in perfect time. There really was no need to say anything, for they understood each other so well. Finally, Alan stated the obvious, "Oh Mom! God. ... I'm really a motherfucker now. I've fucked you. I've really done it. So good." He dripped with sweat from just a few minutes of exertion.

Susan didn't say anything, but he could actually feel her smile without seeing it. It made him feel happy beyond description.

She thought to herself, So this is what real fucking is like. If Alan only knew, he'd be surprised to know he just deflowered his own virgin mother. Sure, I've had sex before, but that was with my sorry husband. That wasn't fucking. THIS was fucking! It's really like a completely new experience! Oh, and the love! I could feel his love pouring through me, and sense him enveloping me, holding me. I've never felt so loved!

Susan felt unable to put her profound feelings into words, and just turned her head and looked at him again, and smiled. They stayed like that for a while. Finally, exhaustion caused her head to loll to the other side and they broke eye contact.

As Alan's mind began to clear more and more, he discovered to his surprise that his penis was actually semi-hard and still in the warm liquid world of his mother's vagina.

He lifted up enough to finally pull his T-shirt off. He decided to get up and get glasses of water for them both. But before he left the bed, he paused, and with a silly grin on his face, said, "Wham, bam, thank you, Mom."

She punched him lightly in the arm. "I'll bet you've been waiting weeks to say that."

"Months, actually." They both laughed.

He began to withdraw his penis, but Susan suddenly revived and grabbed him by his upper arms. "Tiger, please don't take it out. Don't leave me. Just fuck me more. Fuck me until I pass out. Fuck me until I die. Just fuck me!" With surprising strength, she pulled her son back on top of her sweaty body with so much force that Alan was helpless to resist her pull.

"Mommy. You can't be serious. I have to rest. Catch my breath. I'm thirsty. Gonna get some water." Alan and Susan still panted, though by now they were taking longer and slower breaths.

"No you don't," she told him firmly. She spoke in choppy sentences as she still needed air. "Don't take it out. I know you well. You're the great cunt tamer. You've just tamed your mother's cunt, and now it needs you! You're going to stay hard. So hard. Stay hard for your mother. Don't even take it out. Just keep pushing and it'll be hard, stay hard. Fuck me now. Fuck me forever. Please! Take me, completely! Don't ever stop! Fuck your mother!"

Although their fuck was quite brief, it was so intense he felt like he'd really just run a marathon. He couldn't imagine that he could possibly get hard again quickly, much less conjure up the energy to fuck again.

He'd just been wondering how he'd be able to stand up to get a drink. But his mother's words went straight past his brain and directly to his penis and motherfucking muscles. His body revived fairly quickly, but his mind only realized it after the fact.

Oh my God! I'm hard again, and my hips are starting to thrust again! This is too much!

CHAPTER 2

Alan resumed his thrusting, or more accurately, his mind caught up to the fact that he was already thrusting and he started doing it more consciously.

Susan brought her feet up and curled her legs around his back. She began bouncing her hips, helping Alan's semi-erect penis slide in and out more effectively and pleasurably. She'd gushed so copiously in the first fuck that her tunnel now had a different feel - slicker and very squishy. She whimpered and purred as she felt her son's penis churn their combined love juices around inside of her, creating delightful pressures in places she'd never felt before.

Their pace changed, too. Both of them wanted to go slow and really enjoy this one. Alan thought back to his secret training session with Suzanne on Thursday, and decided it was time to start using what he'd learned. He naturally focused on what Suzanne said was the most important lesson: making a woman cum as many times as possible is certainly appreciated, but far better is delaying the woman's orgasm until it builds up to something huge. From the way he'd gotten Suzanne to pant and scream in desperation that day, he knew this was very good advice.

So he said, "Mommy, I want you to tell me this time when you think you're getting close to cumming. And I don't want you to cum without my permission. You got that?"

"Yes, my lovely motherfucker."

"God, shivers shoot down my spine when you say that."

"I know! Me too! Around this house, motherfucker will no longer be an insult, but instead will be the highest compliment."

"How true." He paused in his fucking and asked, "So, do you have any regrets that we waited this long?"

"Let's see..." She waited to answer as if she was lost deep in thought. But then she broke into a big smile and shouted, "FUCK YEAH!"

"Yeah? You have regrets?" He frowned.

"Hell, yeah!" she replied while thrusting her hips upward at him. "My regret is you should have started fucking me months ago. Years ago! Don't ruin the moment by reminding me of all those years we could have been loving each other this way. I was such a sorry, prudish woman!"

"But what about all your doubts and worries from before? Don't you remember how torn you were? Why, it wasn't that long ago when you felt compelled to see a psychiatrist. We're so lucky it happened to be Xania, but still."

Susan waved the words away even as she wiggled her hips in a continuing effort to jump start his fucking again. "Fuck doubts and worries! I'm sure you would have fucked them right out of me. I keep telling you, we need to see more of the bad Alan. Just take what's yours! We can have more of the nice Alan AFTER you've filled our pussies, asses, and tummies to the brim with your cum. Don't you understand that all of us have a deep, primal need to be fucked hard and deep by a REAL MAN like you? And speaking of the bad Alan, I'd like to see a little more of him and a little less talking right now. Get medieval on my ass!"

Alan smiled, happy that she was as guilt-free as he was. He resumed his fucking with renewed vigor. He pushed his penis inside her as far as it could go, reveling in the heated sensation of their crotches rubbing together.

Suddenly she looked at him with concern. "You realize that what we're doing is very, very wrong, don't you?"

He paused in his thrusting, then said very seriously, "Yes." He resumed his fucking.

Susan whooped with delight. "That's the bad Alan I'm looking for!"

His penis got in a really good rhythm, and he fucked with long, slow, confident strokes, while Susan fucked back with her hips. Alan had worried all weekend that he might not be up for the occasion and fail to give his mother the fucking she deserved, but those worries were long gone after the intense fuck they'd just shared.

As his body worked literally like a well-oiled machine, his mind began a more extended contemplation. So this is it. This is what it's like to fuck your own mother. Actually, it's not that different from fucking anyone else. I guess on some level, a fuck is a fuck is a fuck. What makes it so special is the love. I can't say I love Mom more than anyone else, because that would be unfair to Sis and Suzanne, and now even Amy. But there's a special love. I mean, she's my mom! Nothing else beats this. The sensation of making her feel good is so indescribably joyous, and she's on cloud nine right now. I made her feel that good! With every thrust, she's getting to enjoy it more and more. We're just going to have to fuck every day for the rest of our lives. That's all there is to it!

Meanwhile, a strange thing was happening to Susan. She found her body so in tune with Alan's that it was like she didn't control it any more. It seemed as if some greater force had taken control of both of their bodies and moved them about to create maximum pleasure. Every touch, every affectionate peck, every move, seemed perfectly placed and perfectly timed.

As she did so often lately, the more love and joy she felt, the more she wanted to serve and pleasure others. She moaned, "Fill me. ... Fill me. Pound me. Own me! Use me! Impale your slave. Your willing, wanton sex slave. Make me worship your big motherfucking cock! Do it. Do it to me! Fuck me, Son. Fuck your mother! You dirty motherfucker! So nasty! Nasty, nasty, you nasty man! Fuck your slave mommy!" (Her admonitions not to use the word "slave" were completely forgotten in the thrill of the moment.)

Surprisingly, Alan interrupted. "No, Mom. You're not the slave. I'M the slave! I want to be your slave and live to make you happy."

"Oh baby, that's so sweet," gasping with each thrust. "But you're wrong. I'm the slave!" It was a real challenge to talk with the way Alan was pummeling her, but she just had to make her feelings known.

"No, I am!" He emphasized his point with a sudden, powerful thrust that made her body move up towards the headboard.

"I am!" Susan growled as she pushed her hips back up at him just as forcefully, causing his legs to fly up off of her ever so briefly.

They both broke into laughter, forcing Alan to slow his fucking as the laughing caused him to completely lose his breath. But he didn't hesitate for long.

Susan took advantage of the slow down to gasp out, "You realize you've truly tamed your mommy's cunt?"

"What does that mean? Do I get a prize?" Extremely loud slurping sounds showed that he picked up the pace again.

"Yes you do. Me. You own me now. You own my mouth and breasts and ass already; and now you own my cunt too. Oh! Ah! How does it feel to add your mommy's cunt to your growing ... OOH! Good Lord! ... cunt collection? I'm so proud to be in your sexy harem. But more than that, you own my heart. I love you, Son. More than you'll ever know. YES!"

"I know, Mom, I know! I love you just as much."

"I know you do! AAH !... And please call me 'mommy.'"

"Oops. Sorry, Mommy. Old habits die hard." Modesty prevented him from saying so out loud, but he found Susan's talk of a "cunt collection" and "sexy harem" very arousing. But he thought, My "sexy harem" begins and ends with Mom. As much as I love the others, and I really do, she's the only woman I'll ever need.

Gradually, imperceptibly, their fucking sped up. Many long minutes passed before there was a noticeable change. Susan had been too excited during their first fuck to think about pussy squeezing, but now she very ably gave his dick a squeeze with every thrust. She wasn't quite up to Suzanne's skill level yet, but she'd been practicing on dildos and had a good grasp on what to do.

After a while, Alan realized he hadn't been paying her huge and very sensitive breasts the attention they deserved. He bent down a bit and licked Susan's nipples while his hips continued their thrusting.

This naturally sent new electric shocks of pleasure through Susan's body. Her nipples were as sensitive as she said they were. But more than that, she was excited by the prospect of lactating for her son. She pushed her tits together with both hands and said, "My breasts! Oh, my son! Please suck on them! My nipples. I want you to suck on them for a very long time!"

"Your wish is my command, my mistress." He gladly began sucking. He enjoyed sucking on her nipples more than any other woman's, because it was always such a big emotional deal for her.

"Stop that!" she complained between moans. "I don't EVER want to hear you call me 'mistress' again, you got that? Not only is it wrong, it's a big turn off. It makes me so happy to know that you're the one in command. Take charge of your mother's cunt, tits, and ass, and RULE them! Master them! Own them! FUCK THEM!"

"M'kay," he answered absent-mindedly, not as a conscious imitation of Amy, but because he could only mumble with the way he was suckling at her nipple. He seemed to be trying to vacuum it right off her breast. And, still, all the while, their fucking continued and slowly picked up speed.

"The other one, my son, don't forget the other nipple. Mmmm! ... My tits and my cunt, so happy at the same time. This is the best I've ever felt, Tiger! The absolute best!"

He switched sides to suck on her left nipple for a while, then went back to her right. He could feel a buzz of excitement growing in her body even above the already high thrill caused by their fucking. He didn't know that she was beside herself with anticipation, waiting for her milk to flow. They were reaching the point where they were too excited and breathless to talk. But both of them made up for that with unrestrained grunting and moaning.

Then it happened. Alan felt a few drops of liquid squirt into his mouth. He was so surprised by this that he didn't know what it was at first. He assumed it was sweat or cum. They were both very, very sweaty by now, and his or her hands could have carried some of the cum from his massive blast up to her chest. But he rolled the drops around on his tongue and realized there was a weak, sweet milky taste. He sucked even more intently, but it seemed no more milk was coming out. So he paused and said, "Hey Mom. There's milk..."

He couldn't even get to the word "here," because Susan exploded in a tremendous orgasm. When she felt the drops squeeze out she knew she'd lose control for sure, but she held her climax back with all her might until she knew that he knew.

As she let the orgasm rip with a great cry, Alan urgently went to the other nipple and sucked it hard. Luckily, the milk came out that very instant, at the same time that Susan's climax was still overwhelming her. She was amazed how good the actual release of milk felt. It was like her tits were both having massive orgasms too. She hadn't felt anything like that in all the hours of lactation "practice" she'd had in recent days.

Alan had to stop thrusting for a while, because he didn't want to cum. But with the way Susan's pussy clenched him spasmodically in her climax, it was a wild ride of a struggle as he used his PC muscle to fight the climax off with all his might. Then a second trick Suzanne taught him came in handy. He grabbed his penis by the base and squeezed it in a certain way that was designed to hold off climax. To his surprise, it actually worked.

But still he had to rest for a bit, because he was on a hair-trigger. Susan had no objection to a short break, as she was so wiped out from her lactation climax. Alan thought, Man, I thought I had good climax control, but with this new trick, this is just unreal! I can practically delay cumming forever! Sure, it's frustrating and painful as hell, but it's so worth it! And my mom! She's lactating? That's so amazingly crazy! This just gets better and better every minute!

While they paused and recovered, Susan looked her son in the eye and said, "So now you know. My big secret. I've been working on getting my tits ready... just for you."

"What, you mean that wasn't an accident?" He was going to bring up how Brenda accidentally lactated, but then thought better of it.

"No way, no how, Tiger! Within days, I hope to be spewing milk the way you spew cum. You're going to have to wear glasses when you fuck me, because squirts of milk will always be splashing in your face." They both laughed at that amusing vision. "Oh, and what's great is that once my tits start to fill up with milk, they're gonna get big. They're gonna be HUGE!"

"Mom, they're already huge. Huge and perfect." He tenderly caressed and kissed them to help show his appreciation.

"Awww, you're so sweet. But wouldn't they be even better if they were one bra cup size bigger? Two, even? Really, I so very much want to give you my milk. Give it to the whole family, actually. It's a sign of my love to our new family but especially to you. Please don't say no? You'll break my heart if you do."

"How could I possibly say no and break your heart? I'm only here to serve you."

"Aaaallan," she growled.

"Oops. How 'bout if I say I'm here to make you happy?"

She ruffled his hair with tired fingers. "Better. But more domination, please."

He laughed. "Okay. Now, it's not enough for you to constantly suck my cock, spread your legs for me so I can fuck the latest addition to my cunt collection, or bend over and pull open your ass cheeks wide enough so I can stretch and ravish your butthole with my mommy-splitter! Oh no, that's not enough for me! Now you're going to have to give up your milk whenever I want it! How's that?"

"Oh, so good! Eeek!" she squealed with an appreciative upward thrust. She arched her back as her body shivered with pleasure all over.

"What?"

"I think I just had a mini-climax thanks to what you said. Did you feel that squeeze around your cock?"

"I sure did."

"Well, don't just sit there. Take complete control of your helpless sex slave mother. Fuck me good! Again! Let's continue where we left off. You were just starting to really plow me hard."

"Okay, but Mommy, I specifically said you should tell me when you're about to cum. You obviously didn't do that. You're cumming all over the place."

"Oops. I truly forgot. You're just going to have to show me who's boss around here and tame me with that big, tasty, cum-filled cock. Punish me with a good, hard fucking!"

"Mom, you're so weird. But a good weird. An extremely excellent weird!"

They giggled with absolute glee, then went back to their fucking. Sure enough, they continued where they left off.

"So, you're happy with my lactating?" Susan asked to be sure, between hard thrusts.

Alan nodded enthusiastically, licking her nipples as his hips rose and fell rapidly. "Totally. It's great."

"I would have asked you first, but I wanted it to be a surprise. It's kind of an all or nothing thing. My nipples will have to be drained many times a day for months, if not years, to come."

"Mommy, that's like my definition of Nirvana."

"Oh, I'm so happy! Fuck me harder! Fuck me good! Fuck my milk right out of me! Fuck your milky sex cow mommy!"

Alan let out a great laugh and really plowed into her. He was amused at her sex cow concept, but since it made her happy, it made him happy.

They stopped talking and put all their energy into fucking. Alan fucked her with a vengeance. He pounded her just as fast and deep as their first time, but now he had more patience and stamina, and just kept slamming her.

She fucked back with just as much spirit, at least at first. But over time he overwhelmed her with his drive and energy. She felt like she would split in two, but she soon lost the ability to tell him that, as she screamed incoherently. The more helpless she became, the more she loved it. She felt a bit bad that she couldn't please him with her pussy squeezes as skillfully and as long as she knew Suzanne could. But on the other hand, the idea that her son was overwhelming her and really taming her with his cock was such a huge turn on that she nearly fainted just from that idea alone. Despite her fresh promise not to cum without his permission, she came again.

Alan pounded, steadily, steadily, like a piston in a giant machine. Their first mutual climax had been intense, but the second one promised to be much more. They built up to a higher and higher plateau, until Alan could take no more. He lifted his head and looked right into Susan's eyes with a great intensity.

She gave a look back that told him she was ready for a great climax. That earlier feeling that their bodies were in sync hadn't abated. In fact, the sensation only grew. It seemed that there was a magic in the air. They weren't just fucking, they were connecting to each other on a very deep level at the same time. Unconditional love flowed between them in their every touch, look, and thought.

Alan began to get the strangest feeling. It was more than an orgasm in his penis - it was an incredible feeling all over his body. He was having a whole body orgasm, something few people ever experience. Susan felt the exact same thing at the exact same time.

Most people don't even know that something called a whole body orgasm exists, but it does. It's a completely different experience than a typical orgasm, and to describe it to someone who's never felt one is like trying to describe what fucking is to a virgin. But suffice to say the name is very accurate: one feels an orgasm all over the body. A wonderful feeling covered Alan and Susan from the top of their heads to the tips of their toes. It was pure sexual ecstasy like neither of them had ever felt, which was saying a lot, but it was also much more. They shared a deep spiritual communion, as if their two beings were as one. For one magical, transcendent moment, it seemed that time stopped and they were together in eternity.

But then, suddenly, the moment was over and they were back on Earth, sweating and gasping for air. Now they were "merely" experiencing the joys of a typical orgasm. There was still a residual glow and tingling sensation from the whole body orgasm, though.

Alan was still backed up with a tremendous amount of cum, and shot rope after rope after rope into her vagina. His felt as if his balls were the size of coconuts, unloading gallons of sperm into his mother's waiting womb. There were more than a dozen ropes in all.

They cried and screamed and held on to each other for dear life. It was as if the whole body orgasm was the eye of the storm and now they were back in the middle of a hurricane of sexual fervor. Susan thrashed about, jerking and writhing like a rag doll being thrown around the room. Alan, too, seemed barely able to control his own body, but he grabbed Susan by her sides and did his best to hang on.

Finally it was too much. Both of them collapsed and passed out.

CHAPTER 3

While all of this was going on, what was happening to Suzanne, Amy, and Katherine? The three of them and Susan had given considerable thought to preparations for the evening's fuck, and that included extensive preparations for the non-participants. Thanks to some electricians willing to do a weekend rush job for extra overtime pay, Katherine's idea on Saturday morning to have video cameras installed in the house had become a reality by Sunday night.

So, while Alan and Susan fucked away, Suzanne, Amy, and Katherine sat in the basement watching the whole thing in real time on a video monitor.

Brenda was there too.

Although Suzanne told her earlier in the day that Brenda couldn't stay to watch Alan and Susan fuck, Brenda looked so dejected when she prepared to leave just before dinner that Suzanne relented and allowed her to come back after feeding Adrian. Although Brenda was in many respects still a stranger to the Plummers, she was rapidly becoming something like family. She knew how big a deal Alan and Susan fucking was, and would have been very hurt to have been left out. She was happy just to serve them food and drinks and so forth, and especially happy that that meant a lot of standing and walking around, since her ass was still on fire from the earlier spanking.

Xania, too, had been kept updated on everything happening in the Plummer house over the weekend through frequent phone calls and naturally wanted to be there too to watch. But she had her own task to perform that weekend, which was teaching Alan's friend Sean how to fuck. To her surprise, by the end of the weekend Sean was utterly exhausted but still didn't want to quit. He wanted to maximize every last moment with Xania because he doubted he'd ever be so lucky as to be with her or someone of her caliber ever again. So Xania was too occupied with him to watch in person.

Thus, Suzanne, Amy, and Katherine sat on a couch and watched while Brenda ostensibly walked around and served their needs. In reality though, Brenda did a whole lot of watching the monitor and very little serving.

She wore a frilly French maid costume for the first time to give it a test run before wearing it in front of Alan. She loved it. The top cut right across the middle of her nipples, leaving them completely exposed except on the rare occasions when she stood perfectly still. She loved that, too. Her newly bald pussy just barely peeked out of the bottom of her short skirt, which she also found fantastic. She also loved the fact that her pussy had been shaved bald (and especially the fact that she didn't have a say in the matter). She pretty much loved anything and everything that went on in the Plummer house.

The Plummer women didn't want any ordinary grainy convenience store type monitor; instead, they watched a crystal clear digital image on a spare-no-expense high definition wide screen TV. The monitor had a remote control that allowed one to focus, zoom in and out, rotate the camera, and more. They actually had several cameras set up in Susan's room at different angles so they could switch views, though they could only watch one image at a time.

The end result was that they were able to experience the momentous fuck nearly as well as if they were standing in the room right next to the bed. They could zoom in close enough to count the beads of sweat rolling down their faces.

Unfortunately, that very level of clarity created a problem. Amy, Katherine, and Brenda loved the experience of watching. Amy and Katherine especially had their hands all over each other (needless to say, everyone was dressed in only the flimsiest of skimpy outfits). But Suzanne sat alone at the other end of the couch, expertly controlling the remote, zooming in and out, but remaining quiet.

In fact, she was upset. The more she watched, the more upset she got. The problem was, she could so clearly see just what an incredible experience Alan and Susan were having. Even little things like the start of Susan's lactation bothered her. She had been unselfishly happy for Susan on this until recently, but now all she could think of was the fact that soon her own tits would be smaller than Susan's. She repeatedly thought back to her own first real fuck with Alan (not counting her "Elle" misadventure and other technical penetrations). She knew it was a great fuck, even an incredible fuck. But clearly the fuck she was watching now was on a whole different level yet again. That made her feel like a second-rate fuck, in spite of her superior sexual knowledge and experience.

Then they came to the whole body orgasm. Everyone watched it with awe. There aren't many outward signs of a whole body orgasm, but thanks to the quality digital image and high-level zoom, there were enough clues for the spectators to realize that something much more than a really great orgasm had transpired.

After the two lovers passed out in Susan's bed, Amy asked no one in particular, "What was THAT?!"

Suzanne replied in a weary voice, "I believe that was a whole body orgasm. I've never experienced one, though God knows I've tried. I even took some classes in the Indian practice of Tantric sex, but I didn't have a stable partner at the time, so I didn't get very far with it. Of course, my HUSBAND knew nothing about it." She seemed on the verge of bitter tears as she remembered her many loveless affairs and the fact that her marriage was so bad she couldn't think about taking sex classes with her husband, even many years ago.

"But what IS it?" Amy persisted.

Suzanne sighed. "It's hard to explain, Honey Pie. Just know that it's possibly the greatest feeling you ever can experience. Some people study and practice for years and never get one. For other people it happens by accident. Like Susan and Alan here. If it wasn't that, then it was something like it. Some kind of super orgasm. Did you see the way their eyes practically bugged out of their heads?"

Katherine got up. "Wow. That is soooo cool. Someone should tell them, I'll bet they don't know." She ran out of the room and up the stairs to the first floor.

In the grip of Katherine's excitement, she didn't notice how truly upset Suzanne was. But Amy was more closely attuned to the moods of her mother. She scooted down the couch and gave Suzanne a friendly embrace. "What is it?" she asked, while soothingly stroking her mother's arm.

Suzanne stared ahead into the wall with a stoic expression. Long, quiet seconds passed. Then she turned to Amy and the bottled up emotions came pouring out. She gushed, "He doesn't love me!" Then she broke down in tears.

Amy did her best to soothe and calm her mother, but seeing her cry was an extremely rare event, and she didn't know the best way to deal with it. She took the direct route, and while continuing to hug and soothingly stroke, she said what she wanted Suzanne to hear the most over and over: "He loves you. He does. He does. He really does. He loves you..."

That actually helped a lot. Suzanne eventually stopped crying enough to say, "No he doesn't. He doesn't! Didn't you see the video? He loves Susan! That was amazing! He never did that to ME!" That started a whole new round of crying. She threw her arms around her daughter's neck as sobs wracked her whole body.

"Now, now," Amy consoled as if she was the parent and not the child. "Come on, Mother. He loves all of us. All of us. He was waiting for months to fuck Susan, so the whole thing built up and up and up. It was totally different with you. You weren't, like, this total prude to begin with. It's just different, that's all. You'll have whatever they call it, the whole body thingy. You'll have that with him someday. I know it. We all will, because we all love each other so much." She stroked her mother's hair lovingly.

Suzanne kept crying, but not solely from sadness - she also cried for joy at the love and understanding coming from her daughter. Amy's consoling helped, but still not enough. Suzanne complained, "That's true, we do love each other, but that's not the point. The plain fact is, he loves Susan the most! He always will. There's nothing I can do about that. Nothing! I'll always be his mother, yes, but his SECOND mother." She sighed.

Amy looked at Suzanne right in the eye. "You know what, Mother? You're probably right. But you'll always be MY number one mother. Sure, maybe not all the love between each of us in this new family is totally, perfectly equal, but that's okay. When it comes to Alan, he's got such a big heart that there's room for all of us in there. His heart is like, I dunno, Space Mountain. Do you remember when we went to Disneyland and rode on Space Mountain? It's like a huge dark cave underground. You can zoom around in there forever! There's room for, like, bazillions of people down there!"

Suzanne had a really good laugh over the Space Mountain metaphor. But she could also see Amy's point. It's true. He does have a big heart. This multiple partners thing wouldn't work with most guys, but it works with him.

Amy continued, "Mother, here's the thing. Sure, you and him isn't the same as Susan and him. It's different. You two have a special thing going, a one-of-a-kind thing. It's awesome! Has any other man ever come close to loving you as much as Alan does? So quit measuring it on the love-o-meter, and just enjoy it. Don't let your pride keep demanding that you have to be number one at everything. You and Alan need each other. I know it!" She gave an extra tight hug.

Suzanne cried even more, but now it was all tears of joy. "Amy! My Honey Pie! I love you so much! You're so very, very right. Don't let go. Don't let go!" They continued their tight embrace.

Suzanne was strongly reminded of her conversation with Glory the day before. What Amy said to me just now is EXACTLY the same thing I said to Glory. I told her that she might not be number one in Alan's heart, but she still had a special place. They need each other. It's meant to be. It's exactly the same with me! It's so obvious, but my darling daughter has really opened my eyes. God, I'm learning so much this weekend. This is all too much!

Her thoughts turned naughty. However, there's one difference between this talk and previous mother daughter talks Amy and I have had over the years, heh-heh. We have all kinds of new ways to comfort each other. "Honey Pie, thank you. I'm gonna kiss you till you beg me to stop." Susanne ran her tongue across her daughter's lips and deep into her mouth. Amy gave as good as she got and they twisted tongue tips together in the deep French kiss that they shared, as if they were wrestling with their tongues. Suzanne felt her desire for Amy start to spiral out of control, but she couldn't stand to lose control and suddenly broke the kiss.

Brenda meanwhile had been standing beside them the whole time. She didn't feel like she was family enough to say anything, so she'd keep quiet. But she'd listened and watched intently and was profoundly moved. It seemed like she had a bottomless well of moisture inside of her, because her tears poured out of her as copiously as her pussy juice typically did. She was so moved that she couldn't keep quiet any longer. While Suzanne and Amy kissed, Brenda said between sobs, "That was... the most moving thing... I've ever seen. ... Good Lord, I love this family!"

Then, without consciously thinking about it, she bent down and hugged across both Amy and Suzanne at once. To everyone's surprise, Suzanne reached up, roughly grabbed Brenda, and pulled her down onto the couch. The top-heavy sex slave came tumbling down over Amy and landed on top of her. The next thing Amy and Brenda knew, Suzanne pounced on them both like a sexual tiger on a rampage.

All three of them were nearly nude to begin with (and Amy actually was nude), so they quickly got down to it. They practically attacked each other with a vengeance, so intense were their emotions. What little clothes they wore soon came off. Suzanne nearly ripped Brenda's maid outfit in half in her eagerness to get it off. Brenda happened to wind up with her face in Suzanne's lap, so she clung to and licked the pussy and clit in front of her as best she could under the circumstances. The three of them fell onto the floor and rolled around, and still Brenda stayed on target, focusing entirely on Suzanne's crotch. She'd felt so bad seeing the normally dominant Suzanne cry that she wanted to give her pleasure until all the sadness went away.

Amy and Suzanne mostly went at each other. Suzanne muttered, "Honey Pie, let's do each other right now! I have to admit that I was nearly as bad as Susan because I denied my feelings for you for years! But let's go all the way right now!" She redoubled her efforts on Amy, and in particular dove her mouth at her daughter's pussy.

But, to everyone's surprise, Amy pushed her away. "Mother, that sounds awesome, but we can't!"

"What are you talking about? We can do whatever we want now!"

Amy grew increasingly serious and still held her mother's body at bay. "I know. But we can't do it without the others! I want our first time together to be an event for everyone to see. Especially Alan. We don't even have video cameras in this room to record it."

Suzanne panted, "Quick! Let's go to the living room, then!"

"MooooOOOOoooother! I want it to be special, like what Alan and Susan are doing." She looked up at the screen at the mother and son sleeping, bathed in candlelight. "Look at them. They're so in love. I wanna be like that with you, Mother. Right now, why don't we just work on Brenda?"

Brenda giggled giddily, "Little old me? You don't mean that!"

"Sure we do. Here, Mother. I'll take the pussy and you take the tits." Amy dove into Brenda's crotch with her tongue.

As Suzanne worked her hands and lips on Brenda's watermelons, she thought, She's right, of course. We do need to mark our first time as something special. We're the only true genetic incestuous relationship in this house, and that shouldn't be treated lightly. Why haven't I planned for something? I just lurch from one sexual encounter to the next, and I never PLAN any more! I used to be such a good schemer, but now I just do whatever my cunt tells me to do. I can hardly think straight with Alan's penis always on my mind. Enough of that! Tomorrow is going to be MY day. Not only am I going to get Alan to fuck me for the first time in what seems like years already, but Amy and I are really going to do each other, now that this no orgasms vow is thankfully over. All that restraint over the weekend, and we haven't even told Alan about our sacrifice! I must really be getting stupid.

So Suzanne had to content herself with "merely" making love to Brenda instead of Amy. At least, that was the general idea. While Brenda generally remained sandwiched between mother and daughter, they managed to bypass her and kiss or fondle each other quite a lot.

They were all so emotionally worked up that it was the best lesbian sex the three of them had enjoyed yet. Naturally, Brenda was especially delighted, as she generally remained the center of attention.

They no longer knew or cared what was showing on the video screen, and the sounds coming from Susan's room were completely drowned out by their out-of-control cries of passion. True to Brenda's "screamer" nature, soon she was crying for joy at the top of her lungs. Amy was also a screamer, and proved that fact over and over. Before long Suzanne was rather wishing she'd brought a pair of earplugs but it was only one minor annoyance to mar an otherwise incredible, orgasmic time.

It was sex, wild, orgiastic sex that felt as if it went on forever. But more than sex, it was a strong bonding experience. Brenda was lucky to have been there, because she was literally sucked in and allowed to join in the love between a mother and her daughter. In a way, Suzanne and Amy made love to each other using Brenda's body as a medium.

Katherine had no idea what she missed.

CHAPTER 4

Back upstairs, Alan was the first one to wake up. He had no idea how much time had passed. Susan still lay underneath him, looking lifeless. Alan watched her for a while, admiring her beauty and treasuring all they'd shared. But he wanted her awake, so he shook her gently, "Mom, Mom, are you okay?"

She slowly came to, and opened her eyes. Her face showed a deep contentedness. She felt better than she'd ever felt in her life. She blinked at him and smiled lovingly for some moments. Then she spoke. "I'm soooo okay. That was the greatest. You killed me. You literally nearly killed me with joy. Did we both pass out? That was so good."

"We did. I don't know how long we've been sleeping here."

They heard another person's voice say, "About ten minutes." It was Katherine. The two of them turned towards the door to the room, and saw her standing in the doorway. Alan had been in such a rush when he'd first come in that he hadn't even thought to close the door behind him.

Katherine added, "I'm sorry for watching, but I just couldn't help it. That was so intense." She was, perhaps surprisingly, still dressed. Less surprisingly, it was obvious she'd been masturbating, and was still at it. One hand reached up her dress and frigged her pussy; the other cupped and squeezed a tit. Unlike Suzanne, she didn't really have any jealousy issues at the moment. She was too happy to see Alan and Susan finally fully united.

"That's okay, Angel," Susan said kindly. "I probably would have done the same." She knew all about the video monitor, of course, and didn't mind the loss of privacy.

Alan, though, was puzzled. "What? Have you been standing there watching the whole time? And where are the others?"

Katherine smiled naughtily. "Well, I've been watching the whole time, yes. Standing here, no." Susan and Katherine exchanged a knowing look. They both thought that now was as good a time as any to tell Alan about the new monitoring equipment. "The fact is, Brother, I've been watching from another room on a secret monitor. We were all so excited about you fucking Mom that we just couldn't miss watching it, but we didn't want to actually breathe down your necks, so we set up some cameras." She gave a few nods towards a camera in the upper corner of the room, and then another in another corner. The camera lenses were hidden, but not that well hidden if you knew to look for them.

Alan was chagrined. "I see." He thought about it, and realized that he wasn't actually that bothered by it. Everything in this family is an open book already. Privacy is right out the window. I reckon things like sleeping alone or showering alone will soon be a thing of the past. So this is no biggie. In fact, it could be cool to watch other people fucking sometimes.

"Have you been recording all this?" he asked. He certainly hoped so, as he already wanted to see it from another perspective. He was hit by the strange thought of filing this videotape labeled "First Fuck with Mommy" next to other family videos with titles like "Alan's Junior Year Soccer Championship."

"Ho yeah," Katherine replied with an enthusiastic nod. "We have motion detectors so it'll automatically record any time there's any movement in the room. And it's all digital, so it's automatically saved and labeled by date and time and room on a computer. That way we can make collections of our favorite moments and burn them onto discs."

"You really thought of everything. Between this and the lactation thing, people are just dropping all kind of surprises on me tonight. Do you have any more tricks up your sleeve?"

Katherine quickly thought and came to the conclusion, "No."

"Where are the others? Watching? Can they hear every word we're saying?"

"Yeah, they are. And they can. But I don't think they're paying attention. Do you hear that sound?"

The three of them stood still and listened, but the sounds were very weak since the basement was a long way off and behind a closed door. Finally Alan said, "Yeah, I guess I can hear something far off. Some thumping."

"That's them, Big Giraffe Neck Brother. They must have gotten pretty excited from watching, because it sounds like they're having a full-on wrestling match." Suddenly Katherine realized that there was one more secret kept from Alan: he didn't know about Brenda's new occupation as Plummer house slave. She said, "Oh, I do have one more secret for you now that I think about it, but now's not the time to reveal it. Is it, Mom?"

Susan knew exactly what Katherine was talking about, given the previous mentions of "the others." "No, Angel. Some other time. Tonight is a special time just for me and my Tiger." She kissed Alan on the nose affectionately. Then she got on all fours on the bed and patted her rump. "Speaking of which, I want to find out what doggy-style fucking is all about."

"You guys are too much," Alan said with admiration. "This is so wild." He got up behind his mother and positioned his penis over her pussy lips. He briefly considered an anal entry, but recalled a vow he'd made to himself on the hiking trail: tonight was for fucking his mother's pussy, and nothing but her pussy.

But before he could push in, there was something on Susan's mind, and she dropped it into the conversation. "Speaking of wild, Tiger, was that second time ... normal? Because if that's what real sex with non-gay men is like, I don't know how many times I could take it. No one's ever told me about THAT before!"

"No, Mom, that was most definitely not normal. I've never felt anything like that before." He turned to his sister still frigging herself in the doorway. "Any ideas on what happened to us, Big Bazongas Sister?"

"Hey, Bro, What's with the name? I thought I was your little sister."

"I've decided that basing nicknames around your cunt, incredibly fuckable cunt though it may be, was a hopeless task. There just aren't enough words or metaphors for that part of the body. Whereas there's so much more tit slang, and you could use some more tit size confidence, though God only knows why since you have practically the biggest pair in school. Of course, when talking about such sizeable assets, I can't put 'little' in front."

"Ah. Cool. I like it." She giggled. "Big Subway Sandwich Brother."

He laughed at that. "Anyways, back to this thing we felt. We're talking about a strange..."

Katherine interrupted, "No worries, I know all about it. Actually, I came up here to tell you what it was."

Alan's face showed puzzlement at how she could know.

She explained, "The video monitor, remember? It was like I was three inches from your face the way Suzanne was zooming in. She says that's something called a whole body orgasm."

Susan recalled in awe, "I really thought I was going to die. Die from pure pleasure. I'm STILL tingling from that. Maybe making love to you really WILL cause me to go insane. Do you think we can do that again sometime?"

"I don't know, Mom. Maybe it's just a once-in-a-lifetime thing. After all, that was pretty much the climax of my sexual life. So far, anyways. I'm still all tingly too." His penis head played around with Susan's pussy lips, mercilessly teasing them as he repeatedly seemed to start to enter her hole, but then pulled back. "Pretty wild, huh? It felt like my whole body got charged up. I felt my whole body was cumming. I mean, I swear if my hair could have cum, it would have."

Susan grimaced with pleasure, but said firmly, "Well, I'm sure Suzanne will tell us all about it and how to do it again." She had great confidence in Suzanne.

"Hey, Mommy, as for seeing if fucking will cause you to go insane, I say why not find out right now?" He finally pushed his penis all the way in.

"Hnnnrrrggh!" Susan gasped. Her vagina swallowed him up and then began milking him. Alan wasn't the only one to get sexual advice from Suzanne, and Susan was eager to give vaginal squeezing her best shot.

Alan's eyes went wide with surprise at the wonderful things Susan was doing to his penis. He turned back towards Katherine, and said in a slightly bothered voice, "Sis, do you mind if we can be alone for a while?"

"Um, well, actually, would you mind if I watch in the flesh for a little bit? It sounds like they're throwing furniture around downstairs, and I'm not in that kind of mood. And you two look like you're having so much fun."

Susan turned her head back briefly towards her lover. She pointed out, "It's not like it's a big difference watching here, versus watching there." Secretly, she was proud to be finally fucking her son and was happy to show off in front of her girl.

Alan nodded, but asked Katherine, "But what if I don't want anyone to watch? Did you wire the whole house or what?"

"Actually, only this room and the living room have been fully set up so far," Katherine replied honestly. With Brenda's first spanking in mind, she said, "We filmed a really cool session this afternoon that we'll have you watch later. But we want to do up the whole place, even the back yard. The electricians will be back tomorrow to do some more. We wanted to make sure you approved before we went all out. As for privacy, you see this new switch here next to the light switch? That turns the cameras off and on. Instant privacy."

Alan replied calmly as he casually and repeatedly slid his penis in and out of his mother, "Wow. Cool. Sounds like you did go all out already. Hey Mommy, why don't we give the others a show really worth watching? What say we speed things up a bit?"

That got a big smile from her. "Anything you want, Tiger. Anyway you want to fuck me. Anywhere. Anytime. You're going so good, there's only one thing I need right now. I won't be happy until you fill my cunt with your love cum. Even though you've already filled it to the brim so good already! Mmmm. Your cum and mine is spilling out everywhere, and no one's even enjoying the taste."

"MooooOOOOoooom!" It was Katherine, still at the door. "Did you have to say that? It's torture enough only to watch Brother fucking without being on the receiving end, but to know all that cum is just going to waste is cruel and unusual punishment!"

"Sorry," Susan chuckled while Alan grabbed her tits hanging down and started playing with them. "Ooh! My tits! What a great idea!"

Katherine started to leave. But then she turned around and spoke again. "Hey, wait. I know this is your moment, and you two just want to be alone. But I have this really cool idea forming in my mind based on some stuff I heard you two say earlier. Can you two give me a free hand to do something creative? I promise it'll make your fucking twice as good as before. And it'll still be just the two of you fucking. I promise. It's just that I have this really great idea that I know you'll love."

Susan and Alan looked at each other again for confirmation. Susan spoke for both of them. "Sure. Why not? We've got all night. I figure we're gonna do it so many different ways before the night is over that they're going to have to write a new Karma Sutra."

Katherine jumped up and down with happiness, which caused her boobs to finally spill out of her top. "Okay! Cool. But I'm going to have to get some help for this. Can you two stay there and NOT fuck each other for a couple minutes? I'll be back as fast as a I can."

"That's asking a whole lot, Big Dual Air Bags Sis," he said, again using his new breast-focused nickname system. "As you can see, Mommy's cunt already has me in a very lovely velvety grip, but still with such exquisite squeezes. It's like a constantly tightening velvet fist. I love that, Mommy! But I'll try to hold out for a while." He reluctantly pulled his penis out. But he let the tip of it gently rest against her labia and stroked her softly up and down her gushing slit.

"All right! I'll be right back!" Katherine ran off down the hallway, closing the door behind her.

Susan complained as she felt the penis go, "Wait, Tiger! Don't do THAT! Your ability to stop in mid-fuck is simply inhuman!"

Alan scooted down Susan's body. He joked, "Okay, I'll admit it. I'm not human. Did I ever tell you I'm actually from the planet Orgasmitron? That's why I fuck so well. My secret mission has been to pretend to be a human, find the most beautiful and wonderful woman on Earth, and bend her mind with insanely fun fucks."

Susan laughed. "You're such a flatterer. But that explains a lot of things. For instance, I imagine boys don't clean their rooms on Orgasmitron."

"No. Dish washing is very heavily frowned upon there, too." He slowly licked and stroked his way down her backside.

"So what do you Orgasmitroids, or whatever you're called, hope to achieve when you finish your mission?"

"I have no idea what our Great Leader gets out of it; I just know I love to fuck. By the way Mommy, did you know Orgasmitroids have twelve-inch long tongues? I know just the way to pass the time until Sis gets back. I haven't gone down on you nearly enough."

"Hold it right there, buster. I'd love to feel your tongue rooting in my snatch a lot more often, but what about a little thing called a sixty-nine? You expect me to just sit here while you're having all the fun without putting my favorite pacifier in my mouth? Even if it is connected to a space alien."

Alan chuckled. "Okay. A sixty-nine it is."

CHAPTER 5

The two of them lapped away at each other quite contentedly for some time. Katherine was gone at least five minutes, if not ten. That gave Susan a welcome excuse to vary her fucking with a little cocksucking (as if she'd ever needed one). Alan, too, delighted in tonguing his mother's cream pie-flavored pussy lips. He wondered why he didn't do it more often. Sixty-nines especially were disappointingly uncommon, he thought.

Suddenly, the door to the room burst wide open. Suzanne and Katherine stood there, looking very serious. Suzanne seemed positively livid, but it wasn't because of her earlier issues. Thanks mostly to Amy, she felt much better about herself and the whole Susan and Alan situation. Her look was really just an act, a part of Katherine's plan.

Suzanne marched into the room and announced, "Hold it right there, you two! What do you think you're doing? We heard what happened here earlier, and we can't let your crime go unpunished!"

"What crime?" Alan and Susan said in unison. The stunned and confused look on their cum-soaked faces was priceless.

"You know very well, Big Brother," Katherine said, marching up next to Suzanne and speaking in the same authoritative style. "You commanded your mother not to cum until you gave her permission, and she disobeyed your orders. Susan, you have been tried by this court and found guilty of illegal cumming!"

Susan laughed. "Illegal cumming.' What's that?"

"This is no laughing matter," Suzanne said severely. "It's a capital offense. The only possible punishment is death. Alan will administer the sentence. Death by fucking! Quick, daughter, grab her before she gets away."

Katherine and Suzanne rushed to the bed. Alan could see a fun game was afoot, and got out of the way. Katherine grabbed both of Susan's arms, while Suzanne went to the other side of the bed and grabbed Susan's legs.

Suddenly Susan and Alan could see what this was about. Susan was always talking about how much she loved being controlled, but she'd never gone very far with it. Now she would get the chance.

Katherine tossed Alan a blindfold, then went back to pinning Susan down. "Here, Bro. Put the blindfold on and then grab the rope I brought. You're going to have to tie her up while we hold her down."

"Tie me up? Oh God!" Susan was already aroused from the sixty-nine, but got a lot wetter after hearing that. To keep up pretenses, she tried her best to struggle as Suzanne and Katherine held her down. She hoped it would look like struggling and not the happy squirming that it really was.

Alan could see how this role play was exciting Susan, not to mention himself, and played right along. As he put the blindfold on, he said, "I'm sorry Mom. Looks like I'm going to have to rape you. I never imagined I'd rape my own mother, but then again I never imagined you'd cum in such a blatantly illegal fashion. And since you did it repeatedly, I'm going to have to rape you over and over again."

"Rape me? This is too much! My own son is going to rape me!" Susan twisted and wiggled in breathless, joyous anticipation even more enthusiastically.

Alan had just finished putting the blindfold on. "Look! She's trying to get away! Sis, Suzanne - new plan. You two will have to tie her up while I impale her and keep her pinned down with my cock." Before they could respond, he pushed his penis into his mother's extremely excited pussy.

All the talk, the thought of ropes, and the feeling of Alan pushing his penis in and starting to "rape" her were too much for Susan. She let out great grunt, "Unnngh!" and came again. She tried her best to hide it, knowing it would get her in even more trouble, but there was no hiding it. In case anyone missed the cause of her scream or her twitching, the priceless contorted expression on her face gave her away.

Suzanne crawled up behind Alan on the bed, pressing her giant pale melons into his back. She reached around his body and found Susan's clit. As she tweaked it, she said, "Mom number one, I'm so disappointed in you. It seems that you're only number one in disobeying your son's orders."

Susan gasped, "Don't say that... with... the clit... and... the fucking..." Her hips bucked uncontrollably with excitement.

Alan knew Suzanne was up to something good, so he just kept fucking Susan while enjoying the sensations of Suzanne rubbing her body all over his backside. But most of Suzanne's attention was directed at Susan's clit.

A multiple orgasm ripped through Susan. She tried to stop it every inch of the way, but that only seemed to make it more intense and wonderful. She listened helplessly to the wet, slurpy, sucking sounds her pussy made as it wildly spasmed around her son's dick.

"What is wrong with this woman? Can't she understand a simple command?" Suzanne snickered, knowing that Susan was completely helpless against the double attack on her vagina and clitoris.

But then Suzanne suddenly stopped, and pulled away. She thought to herself, No. I'm enjoying this too much, and for all the wrong reasons. I'm feeding my jealousy by treating her like this. Plus, I'm starting to poach on Alan and turn this into a threesome. No. I should just let these two have their fun. She said, "Susan, we're going to give you another chance. Starting from this moment, no more cumming until Alan says so. Is that clear?"

"Yes! Yes!" She knew that Alan was fucking her good, making more cums likely, but luckily her body seemed to need a while to build up again to one after her last great multiple orgasm.

Katherine had taken it upon herself to tie Susan's wrists to ropes that went a short distance to the headboard. It was a difficult task, given the way Susan thrashed around, but she was making progress. Susan's legs were bent at the knees on either side of Alan. Suzanne took some of the rope and decided to bind Susan's upper leg to her lower leg, as that would be the easiest thing to do with all the sex going on. She began working on the right leg while keeping her boobs pressed into Alan's pistoning body whenever possible.

Alan kept vigorously pumping with a strong fuck-rhythm, greatly enjoying everything that was happening around him. He held both of Susan's upper arms firmly, which helped Katherine with her rope task and also increased Susan's sense of being fucked against her will. "Sorry, Mom. I'll admit that you were a pretty nice mom. It's going to be a real shame to have to fuck you to death. You should have listened when I said to tell me before you started to come. Maybe you can do better this time."

"I will! I will!" Susan was in awe at the sensation of being fucked while blindfolded. She felt completely helpless not being able to see, and she loved it. Over a series of thrusts, she somehow managed to gasp out, "In fact, ... I'm so excited ... and wet, ... I have to ... to warn you ... I'm about to cum ... cum again, ... right now!"

Alan stopped thrusting immediately and pulled his penis out altogether.

"Noooooo! Don't do that! I was so close!" Susan pulled against her restraints in an effort to get her son's penis back inside her willing pussy, but to no avail.

"That's the idea, Mom. Close, but no cigar. That's how I want you."

Katherine kidded, while working on the ropes, "Actually, I'd like to point out that it's much bigger than a cigar. More like a whole cigarette carton, minus the hard edges, of course. Brother's beef stick fits our pussies perfectly."

"Thanks, Big Penis Pillows Sister. What if I want a nautical metaphor for it? Got one of those?"

She smiled at his nickname for her. "Yes. I'm thinking of something that's maybe a little bigger than your cock, but it's definitely phallic in shape. But the kicker is the name fits so perfectly: a sperm whale!"

Everyone laughed at that. But Alan tried to get serious quickly. "Very funny, Sis. Too funny. We're trying to scare Mom here. As I was saying, Mommy, you have now lost the power to cum. For now and forevermore, you are only allowed to cum when I say so, and I don't say so just yet. So no fucking for you."

"God, you're so cruel. Why? That's just mean." Inside, she rejoiced at Alan taking firmer control of her.

"You'll see. We know what we're doing. Who's in charge here, you or me?"

"You are! Oh dear! Don't tell me about how you're in charge or I'm liable to lose it. I can barely hold back from cumming as it is!"

"So, if I were to, say, lick your underarm, maybe that'll distract you from these sexy thoughts?"

"No, please! Don't do that! That turns me on big time! How do you expect me to stop from cumming if you do that?"

"Mom, you're just going to have to be strong. If you cum, we'll give you punishments that'll make you very, very sorry you failed. I'm thinking of a real hard spanking, for starters."

"Oh no! Not that!" Susan wasn't protesting the spanking because she was alarmed by it. Rather, she recalled Brenda's spanking earlier in the day, and was so aroused by Brenda's treatment and the prospect of having Alan do it to her that, again, she nearly went over the edge.

Alan took a moment to survey the room. Katherine had finished tying Susan's arms to the bedposts and now sat in a chair by the bed recuperating and watching. Suzanne had finished Susan's right leg and was ready to start working on securing the left one.

Alan scooted down to the edge of the bed and sat up so he could admire the sight of his bound mother for the first time. Given the way she loved being "raped," he knew it certainly wouldn't be the last. Suzanne thoughtfully scooted away to give him an unimpeded view. "That's perfect," he said appreciatively. "Just perfect. I wish I could take a picture of that. Hey, does anyone have a camera?"

Katherine pointed out, "No need. We can take very high quality stills from the digital video any time we want."

"Cool. Awesome idea, Sis. Hey, Mommy. How full is your cunt right now? If you've got any cum in there, let it out, 'cos we need to make room for more."

Susan muttered, "More, dear Lord, he's gonna bang me more!" Then she grunted and pushed, and a great quantity of cum poured out of her pussy lips. She could feel it pass out, and the realization of just how much there was got her excited all over again.

Katherine yelled, "Cream pie alert!" Based on her little experience with them so far, she felt she really loved cream pies. She would have attacked this new pile of tasty goo, but she knew Susan and Alan needed their space.

Susan could feel eyes upon her. She got so excited thinking about Alan, Suzanne, and Katherine all staring at her completely helpless body and especially her spread-eagled, wide open pussy, that she had to ask, "Quick, Son, what's that PC muscle trick of yours? How does it work?"

Alan laughed. He scooted back up over her and idly fondled her impressive tits. "A little late to ask now. Anyways, I have no idea how such things work in a woman." He turned to his sister, now masturbating in a chair next to the bed. "Hey, Big Tom-toms Sister, you've been pretty quiet this evening, all in all. What do you think of this motherfucking and everything?"

"Well, Big Stretch Limo Brother, I think it's fantastic! Now the circle is complete, and that makes me feel so good. In fact, look how good I'm doing right now!" She lifted up her legs until they pointed straight up into the air. That raised her butt enough so Alan and Suzanne could see the free flow of pussy juices drenching her entire ass and the chair.

Alan laughed, and joked, "I don't know, Sis. That looks pretty par for the course for a typical Plummer family evening, in my book."

She giggled. "Well, that's how it's going to be from now on. But I figure you two need your privacy, so I'm just trying to be a fly on the wall."

Alan was bemused as he stroked his penis and stared at his sister's drenched pussy. "A sexy, madly masturbating fly on the wall, but yeah, I know what you mean. Thanks."

She kept her legs up and plunged fingers back into her pussy and asshole.

He was sorely tempted to plunge his manhood into his sister's pussy for a little while, but he reminded himself this was a night just for his mother. But he was too aroused, and had to fuck someone, right away. He turned back and said, "Hey, Mom. Try thinking of something extremely unsexy, because I'm going back in."

"NooooOOOOOoooo! Not yet! I'm so hot, so aroused! I'm on fire! I don't want to cum, I can't cum! I can't disobey you! Please, help me! God help me, somebody help me! I'm too close! Go easy! Please!" Her head thrashed from side to side, the blindfold tightly fastened around her eyes. Her body shivered in a near-climax.

Alan pushed his penis inside, but he just left it in there unmoving for the moment. He said to Suzanne, who had resumed securing Susan's other leg, "What do you think? You know better than I do when a woman is about to cum. Can I go on?"

Katherine hadn't been asked directly, but she volunteered, "Oh, I don't know. Maybe wait a minute or two with just some slow and easy fuck strokes. Keep her boiling with some passionate kisses. Lots of tongue action. Then really hammer her hard."

"NoooooOO..." Susan started to shriek, but Alan cut her off with a kiss.

Unable to speak, Susan tried to nonverbally indicate that the plan was undoable and she would certainly cum in very short order if Alan kept going. But the only way she could show her opposition was by wiggling around, and that in and of itself set her on fire. Plus, given the fact that Alan's penis was in her, all the wiggling made his fucking motion that much more deliciously arousing.

She soon realized that her wiggling was just making it harder to hold back her climax and went stiff as a board instead. But Alan's kissing and slow fucking were just too passionate for her to remain still for long. She gave in to her emotions and sensuously writhed beneath him. Suzanne had just finished tying up her other leg, so she was able to thrash her legs around some, despite the fact that each leg was bent at the knee and tied to itself.

Alan suddenly stopped the kiss and pulled out.

"What?" Susan nearly yelled. "What'd you do that for? I was sooooo close! Right on the edge!"

"Do you want to cum or not?"

"Of course I want it! I need it! No. Wait. I meant, I don't want it. I'm holding back! Really I am. Put your long, thick mommy fucker back in me!"

"No. Obviously your willpower left you when you started to get all sexy on me down there, wiggling about. Not that you're not sexy every minute of the day, but you got even more sexy. You practically made ME cum, too. No, this just isn't going to work." Alan got up off of the bed altogether.

CHAPTER 6

Since Susan was blindfolded, she had no idea what he was doing or where he was going. "Tiger? Tiger! Where are you! I'm scared! What are you doing? Please come back! I'll be good. I'll have so much more willpower. Please fuck me now!"

"Sorry, Mom." He spoke from elsewhere in the room, though Susan couldn't tell just where. "Why should I fuck you when you so clearly disobey orders? Especially since I have two very lovely fucks in the room to play with instead."

As soon as Katherine and Suzanne heard those words, they fell to the ground and began cocksucking. Suzanne tended to forget her dignity issues when she had a chance at Alan's penis. Katherine, of course, never needed any coaxing.

Susan didn't know what was happening, but she could guess something hot and heavy was transpiring nearby from the sound of bodies moving about. She cried, "No, wait! Tiger, you're being so cruel!" Inwardly she thought, And it gets me so fucking hot! I'm loving this! He's really taking charge and showing what a powerful MAN he is! Oh, I'm so very proud to be in his harem. He's taken total CONTROL of us all and TAMED us with that big, tasty, cum-filled COCK! ... Oh dear! I can't think these thoughts or I'll cum without permission for sure! Why, even the idea of needing permission is so fucking hot! I'm already so close. So very, very close. If someone could just touch my clit, just the slight touch, I'd go off like a firecracker!

I have to think of something else. Something unsexy. He said think of something unsexy. What's that game where the men all throw around that oval ball? My Tiger really loves that one team. The Chargers. Oh yeah. Football! I'll think about football. No, that involves big strong men. Not good. Think of something else. Come on, Susan. Come on. Let's see. Taxes. I hate taxes. That's extremely unsexy. But the fact is, we probably won't have to worry about taxes ever again. Now that Alan's even tamed the super-busty Brenda with his cock and reduced her to an utter sex slave, she'll give him anything he wants, even her entire fortune. None of us need work ever again. We can just sit around all day and SUCK COCK! YES! And get fucked! Fucked by the mighty pussy tamer! Alan's going to make me his complete slave, too, just like Brenda! It'll be glorious!

No. Wait. Calm down. Calm down, Susan. I can't think of taxes. That sure didn't work. I have to think of something extremely unsexy. Unarousing. And fast. If I could just use my hands and reach my pussy or my tits or anything! What's Alan doing? More to the point, WHO is he doing?! Maybe he's so busy fucking the other two that no one will notice if I have an orgasm over here. Just one teeny-weeny little orgasm to kind of take the edge off. Then I'll be good, I promise I'll be good! But everything I think of makes me think of Alan and getting royally hammered by his...

Alan interrupted her thoughts. "Don't try anything, Mommy. I can see exactly what you're doing from over here."

Oh my God! He can READ MY MIND! He controls me and owns my body so thoroughly that he can actually read my mind now! Damn, that makes me so HOT! But I'm not going to let him down. I have to do my best! I can't let these exciting ideas make me cum. ... I know! I'll just count to ten. I'll count to ten over and over. Slowly. One, two, three,...

Of course Alan couldn't read her mind, but he was only a few feet away and could see her clearly. When she started straining the ropes holding her arms and vigorously thrashing her bound legs around, he knew something was up and gave her a warning.

Seeing Susan's gorgeous naked body shake and tremble was arousing enough, but what Katherine and Suzanne were doing to him was even better. Still, Alan felt that this was his night to be with Susan alone, so he didn't want to fuck anyone else. But he wasn't adverse to getting a dual blowjob. He stood right next to the bed with Katherine and Suzanne kneeling before him, giving their cocksucking duties their all. No one spoke, but all the slurping and sucking made a lot of noise. They both loved to rub their naked tits up and down his thighs, and that made a different kind of noise as well.

Susan had managed to cool down a bit after counting to ten several times, but she could clearly hear all the sexual sounds from a few feet away, and finally her curiosity got the best of her. "Um, Alan? My love? I hate to bother you, but can I ask you who you're fucking right now?"

"No one, actually. Tonight I only fuck you. But it so happens that Suzanne and Sis are keeping my cock warm with their mouths and lips." He observed, "You have no idea how long and hard they've made my boner; even more so than usual. I think I'm getting really partial to the dual blowjob idea."

"Oh, Son! My mighty son! You deserve it. Even two sexy and talented mouths aren't enough to make you cum. Should I come over there and make it three?"

"Nice try, Mom, but you're my prisoner now. I won't let you out of those bindings so easily." He thought to himself, Unbelievable AGAIN! Which of my friends could ever possibly believe I'd get a double cocksucking from my sister and mother number two, while waiting to get back to fucking my mother number one, who also happens to be tied up? I wonder what kind of boring things my friends are doing on a typically boring Sunday evening. Probably homework. ... Wait. That's not entirely true. At least Sean is getting his penis fucked off by Xania up in L.A. They must be done by now, but still it feels good to know I'm not alone in this. It's like proof that I'm not totally crazy. He's a lucky guy to get to be with the great Xania. I can't wait for him to tell us what happened.

Katherine sucked one of Alan's balls completely into her mouth, which took his breath away for a few moments. But he quickly recovered, and said to Susan, "You won't be getting out of those bonds until I say so, and I won't say so until you've paid for your crimes. As we know, the punishment is death by fucking. I think it's time for a little more punishment. But first, someone should clean up that cream pie positively covering your crotch and thighs. Do we have any volunteers?"

"Oh, me! Me! Me! Me!" Katherine volunteered.

Suzanne thought it too unbecoming to beg to clean up a cream pie. However, she had a strange idea of what her pride would tolerate, since "keeping his penis warm" in a dual blowjob was okay, but licking up a cream pie was somehow over the line.

But Suzanne's loss was Katherine's gain. Soon the beautiful teen was happily slurping away between her mother's legs. Between digging out gobs of spunk with her tongue, she jabbed her tongue in and out akin to her brother's strong fucking motion. She was frustrated at not being able to directly participate when Susan and Alan fucked, so this was the closest she could get their remarkable love making session. Katherine already loved both her brother's and mother's love juices, especially her brother's, but she thought their tastes perfectly complimented each other. She knew she was hooked for good and looked forward to many future tastes of their combined fluids.

Katherine's eager licking brought the tied up and blindfolded mother to the brink of orgasmic disaster yet again, but somehow Susan held out. She figured that if she was going to give in, she much preferred giving in while getting fucked by her son.

The cream pie left Suzanne and Alan in relative privacy. Suzanne switched from cocksucking to more of a hand job and anal finger probe with frequent long licks up and down his pole, so her mouth would be mostly free to talk. Alan was a bit relieved, because he didn't want to cum tonight unless it was on or in his mother, but the Katherine-Suzanne dual cocksucking attack was hard to resist. Even with Katherine now gone, Suzanne's nearly Xania-length tongue kept Alan constantly flexing his PC muscle control.

Suzanne said in a very quiet voice meant for only Alan to hear, "Sweetie, I've had a very tough weekend. I want you to know that I've been having some issues. Like, I've been thinking about the pact and the idea of harems and sex slaves and fuck toys. I've made some peace with that, but I'm not crazy about it. So please tread lightly with me on that, for a while at least, okay? I have my pride whether I like it or not, and I probably always will be bothered by undignified things. So that's all. I've made my peace with how much you love Susan. At least I think I have. Amy helped me see the light on that one."

"Suzanne, anything you want. Just tell me what I should say or do or shouldn't say or do. I only want to make you happy and love you. Please don't see this as a competition for love, I love all four of my women beyond any measure. How about, if you feel slighted in any way, or I'm calling you the wrong name or whatever, give me a secret sign and I'll know to stop."

"Good idea. I've got just the signal. If you're displeasing me, I'll tug on your cock." She gave his penis a few hard tugs to show just what she meant.

He laughed. "Then I must be displeasing you all day long, because you tug on my cock constantly!"

She laughed too, and raised her tits up. She started sliding his penis through her cleavage. "Good point. I was thinking of an especially hard tug, but I guess that wouldn't be clear enough. Plus, your penis is in someone else's hole half the time these days. We'll think of a better, though maybe less fun, signal later. I think you should get back to fucking your mother. Looks like Angel is finishing up over there."

Alan winced at the pleasurable way Suzanne licked the tip of his penis while sliding his saliva-coated penis through her spongy jugs. But he somehow managed to say, "Hey. You're my mother too. Be careful of your language too so you don't slight yourself or others. We can make this crazy arrangement work; I know we can."

Suzanne nodded, and morphed the titfuck into some last quick cocksucking. She knew his penis would soon be out of her reach for a while, and quite possibly for the rest of the evening. But she loved to have the smell of his cum on her breath.

She was so skilled that he had to use the trick she'd taught him, and grabbed the base of his penis and squeezed. It worked again. He thought, This is beyond unreal! I can literally delay my climaxes forever now!

He pulled away and went to the bed.

As soon as he'd departed, Suzanne sighed, but a silent sigh so she wouldn't disturb the others. Is that it? Fuck. I know it's Susan's special night and all, but it's almost worse to get so close to having a big load deposited on my face but not get one, than to have not sucked cock at all. Damn. I really am a case. I weightily ponder my dignity when Alan isn't around. But as soon as he waves that rock-hard, tasty penis in front of my face, all my thoughts and plans fly out the window and I become an unabashed cock whore until he shoots those beautiful streaks of white into the air and the very last drop of cum is licked up. I would be so embarrassed if Glory could see me now, just sitting around, waiting for the off chance that I might get to play with his penis for a few minutes when there are so many other men in the world I could be with and have as completely mine.

Actually, it's funny how Alan hasn't mentioned Glory once tonight. Is he forgetting about her already? No. That wouldn't be like him. He's got a special spot in his heart for her, and he's just keeping that spot locked up for now so he won't have thoughts that'll ruin this night with Susan.

Now that I think about it, Glory is almost like me, except she's me in an alternate universe where I chose to take a stand for my pride and dignity instead of happily slurping up another big load of cum as it dribbles out of my thoroughly fucked cunt. But we'll see who's happier in the long run. Sorry, Glory, but I have no doubt it's me. Alan may effectively be my master, but could anyone ask for a kinder, gentler, more loving, and sexually satisfying master? Listen to him just now: he loves me "beyond measure." He gives me a secret sign because he deeply cares about my every last feeling! I could almost cry tears of joy, it all makes me so happy. I'm so in love with this kid.

Hey, Glory, I have a message for you. Dignity is way overrated! I'll bet dollars to donuts that you'll be happily slurping his cock within the week! I've been with dozens of men, hundreds even, and I can guarantee you'll never find another one like this special boy. With another frustrated but silent sigh, she sat down in a chair to watch Susan and Alan go at it some more.

Alan meanwhile sat on the bed and did nothing but admire Susan for some moments. Then he said to his blindfolded and tied up sexpot, "Hey, Mommy, looks like you're all cleaned up. It's time to make another big cummy mess again."

Katherine had taken her time cleaning with her tongue, keeping Susan's erotic buzz going but also putting her in a mellow mood with the slower pace. So Susan replied with a lazy voice, "Mmmm, Son, that sounds soooo goooood..."

Alan playfully slapped Katherine's butt as he crawled back into bed and she crawled out of the way. "Wow, you even changed the sheets. Good work, my Big Fun Bag Sister."

Katherine mainly changed the sheets so she could take them away with her and make sure she sucked up every last bit of Alan's cum from them at her own leisure, his cum tasted that good.

He asked, "By the way, where's Amy? She's missing all the fun."

Amy had stayed in the basement, mainly to keep Brenda company, since it wasn't yet time for Brenda's "unveiling" to Alan. She hated to leave someone all alone like that. Katherine thought of that and the odds that the two of them were probably having great lesbian sex at the moment, and answered, "Don't worry about her. She's having fun in the video monitor room. If she wants to join us up here, I'm sure she will."

"No, wait!" Alan turned to one of the camera locations high up on the wall. "Hi, Amy! We miss you! Come on up anytime. The more the merrier."

He said to the others in the room, "At least for now, that is. I do want to be alone with Susan once this 'punishment' is over. Speaking of which, Mommy, I'm putting on my miner's cap and spelunking gear and going back in your lovely hole. How close are you to cumming, Mommy?" He'd been positioning his body over hers as he talked, and pushed back into her pussy right as he said "Mommy."

"Very close, Tiger. You're a diabolical genius. You've kept me so close to the most tremendous peak for so long now. When are you going to let me cum?"

"Not yet. The longer you hold out, the better it'll finally be. I can't promise something like the whole body orgasm again, but maybe we can repeat the great peak we shared our first time." He began sawing away with a steady fucking rhythm.

"Maybe we can, Son, maybe we can. Or an even better peak! I'm so keen to find out. And the night is so young! I expect no less than a total of ten big loads from you before the night is done."

Alan laughed. "Ten? Oh, is that all? You think I'm a superhuman fucking machine? Wait. Don't answer that, you'd probably say yes. But there's no way! I may have done ten in one day once, but not ten cums of this tremendous emotional and physical intensity, if the first two were any guide. Anyways, I'm afraid that you're still my prisoner, and prisoners can't make demands. Death by fucking!"

He picked up the pace and started fucking her harder. He thought, Eight more times? Well, I'll have to try. This is going to be such a long, fun, and exhausting evening!

CHAPTER 7

As the pace and intensity of the fucking increased, Alan turned around and saw Suzanne and Katherine just sitting there, watching. "Hey you two, do you mind?"

Suzanne got up, quite embarrassed. She hadn't really meant to watch at all, but her pussy had gotten the better of her. It practically cried out to her with its insistent throbbing, demanding to be filled. "Sorry. We're out of here."

Katherine was less ready to go, but Suzanne dragged her with her. But still, she managed to say, "Thumbs up, Big Rocket Launcher Brother. But remember that tomorrow you have some other women to satisfy. I can't wait until you and I share our own whole body orgasm. Ta-ta!"

Alan turned back towards Susan, now that they were alone. He sighed heavily even as he merrily fucked. "Man, you just can't win. Now everybody's going to want one of those whole body things. I don't even know how it happened. And even if I did, doing that over and over will certainly kill me." He paused, and panted, "You know, Mommy, there IS a limit to what a guy can do."

"I know. But let's push those limits tonight! Can't we?"

He laughed. "Mom, I love your enthusiasm, but please don't be disappointed if I give out."

"Okay."

They just fucked for a minute or two. They were all talked out, anyway. But then Susan asked, "Can I cum yet?"

Alan didn't want to laugh because it would have messed up his rhythm, but he couldn't help himself. "Not yet. ... Almost. ... But not yet."

He rode his mother for many long minutes as they slowly spiraled up to new erotic highs. Susan periodically asked, "Now?" Alan always replied no. After a while she started shouting and demanding, "Now! Gotta be now!" He would still reply no, except that he too was shouting by now. It was all they could do to say anything at all.

Finally Alan felt the cum churning in his balls so insistently that he knew no PC muscle could stop the inevitable flood of cum any longer. As his balls tightened, he shouted, "NOW!"

Susan screamed, "YEEEESSSS!" and let herself go with a great cum. Her "yes" morphed into an incoherent scream. She felt fantastic just screaming her joy at the top of her lungs. Her powerful climax caused her pussy to convulse around Alan's penis in unpredictable, exciting ways that made his climax doubly powerful.

Alan also found great pleasure in screaming his lungs out. His heart pounded, his emotions soared, and he felt truly alive. His hips kept on bucking even after his balls were spent. They both heard loud squishing sounds as his cum was squeezed out of his mother's clenching pussy. Even though Susan's arms were bound tightly to the bed posts and her legs were tied up too, her hips twisted and bucked beneath her son as she let out a long, low moan of deep satisfaction while Alan continued to slowly and deliberately pump is softening cock into her depths. Finally, mercifully, both lovers were totally drained of energy and just lay there on the bed.

As the two rested in post-coital bliss, Alan thought, This is such a huge relief! I was worried that I wouldn't be up for it, or that the sex would be ordinary, and so on and so on. So many worries. But it's everything I expected and more. I'm just going to forget all my worries and inhibitions and fuck to my heart's content all night.

"Oh darling?" It was Susan, still lying beneath him.

"Yeah?"

"That was so wild! So great." Her voice turned girlish and pouty. "But you're mean. Too mean. Do you have any idea how long you kept me from cumming? Not to mention keeping your poor mother blindfolded and tied up." Now her voice started to get excited. "I'm so helpless. Why, even now some unscrupulous eighteen year old, well-hung, muscular boy who lives in this house might come along and get the wrong impression. He might even do all kinds of naughty things to my hot, naked body."

"Mom, you're a little late. That boy happens to be lying on top of you right now with his penis in your cunt."

She giggled. "Oh. So THAT'S what that is." She wiggled around, as if testing his penis with her hips. "Unfortunately, I'm pretty pooped out. Can you untie me and take your fuck monster out of me for a while?"

"Sure." He pulled out, undid her blindfold, and started undoing the ropes. "But I thought you loved it when I keep it in there, even at times like this when I'm flaccid."

"I do, Tiger, I do. But Mommy's cunt is so very sore right now. Can we take a rest?"

"You? You're sore? That's a first. I thought it's always the guy that has to stop first."

"I know, my love, But you fucked me so good and hard, and my cunt just isn't used to it. Even though Suzanne and the others have been helping to break me in with dildos - aren't they just the nicest? - I'm just not used to such a powerful filling. You on the other hand, fuck so many cunts in a day as your huge harem grows and grows, that it's only natural you'd be so unstoppable."

He finished undoing the ropes and she collapsed onto the bed. She was too tired to even massage her reddened skin where the ropes had been rubbing her, and he was too tired to do it either. In his current state, it was a huge effort just to get the ropes off.

"Well, I don't fuck THAT many every day..." he started to say, but he trailed off when he realized how silly that sounded. He also wanted to protest that his harem could hardly be called "huge," but again realized how absurd that would sound.

As he lay on top of her and rested in her arms, he thought, I am simply the luckiest male ever. Period. Here I have the most beautiful mother in practically the whole universe naked underneath me, and I want to argue with her about the size of my harem! There may have been kings and sultans who had hundreds of concubines and whatnot, maybe even thousands of sex slaves. But I'd take this comparatively small group any day of the week. We have love, too. So much love!

Susan paused and waited for him to say something. But after he remained silent, she asked, "What are you thinking, Tiger?"

"Oh, nothing. Just how much I love you." He wiped the sweat from his forehead. There was sweat everywhere, covering both of them. He thought it just made his mother look even wilder and sexier.

"Awww. Tiger, you're so sweet. I'm sure my cunt will recover soon enough, thanks to some tricks Suzanne taught me. But more than that, I'm just completely wiped out! These fucks one after another were so intense they were practically emotionally traumatic to my soul. It's like you ripped me apart and built me up again. My mind is still reeling." She closed her eyes. "My body just wants to shut down for a while. Do you mind if I take a little nap?"

"No. That's cool. I probably should rest, too. Mom-"

"Mommy," she corrected him.

He chuckled. "Mommy, I want to be totally honest with you from now on, no matter what. And my dirty little secret is that I'm not that great a lover. I've been kind of holding on tonight and going all out to impress you, but I'm so drained I don't think I can stand. I'm sorry, because I'm obviously not going to get anywhere NEAR ten times tonight. Fucking you is just too intense."

She smiled, and kept her eyes closed. "I know what you mean about intense. But you ARE that great. Think about it: for most men, a fuck is five minutes of in and out, then bam, they're done and snoring. No control. A woman is lucky to even get a single climax of her own out of that. Xania and Suzanne have been telling me all kinds of stuff. Did you know that when guys rent porno movies in hotels, the average length of time they watch is seven minutes? Once they get their climax they turn it off. But you..." Her voice trailed off and she smiled even more as she thought about all the things her son could do to her.

"I did not know that. That is pretty sad. I've learned sooo much stuff lately. Suzanne taught me so many cool things on Thursday, and I'm going to show you some more later on."

"Ooh! I can't wait."

"But if I'm great, it's only in a relative sense. I can't help it if other guys don't realize there's a whole art to fucking and have no clue how to please women. The PC muscle control trick is so basic. But some guys out there, obviously, put me to shame. My penis size for one..."

Susan opened her eyes, even though she felt sleep overtaking her. She looked at Alan very sternly. "Son, your eight inches is perfect! I've never heard you complain about your size before."

"No, I'm not saying I've an issue with it. I'm just pointing out that it's not really that big, but the way everyone carries on about it around here, you'd think it was God's gift to women."

"Son, your penis is perfection itself. There's such a thing as too big, you know. I imagine there are a few men out there with ten or twelve inch penises, but so what? If you were any bigger, I'm not sure I could take you in my ass so pleasurably. And that would be tragic. There may be one or two Don Juans out there more sexually talented than you, but screw them. Remember that you OWN my body, heart and soul, and all the ways in and out of it. You're my son. You're the only one for me." She closed her eyes again, content that her point had been made.

"Thanks, Mommy." He kissed her on the nose, causing another smile. Unconditional love. How intoxicating!

He thought with more concern, Now here's the point where I'm supposed to say, "And you're the only one for me, too." Except that isn't true. I love her so much, but she'll never be the "only one." We're a family of five, now. I have to be so careful with my compliments. ... Oh my God! The video! Anything I do is being recorded and possibly watched, so if I say, "Mommy, you're the greatest," I'm probably going to have some angry family members on my hands. That sucks. Dang. Alan rolled off of her and cuddled next to her.

Apparently Susan didn't mind that he only said thanks. She just mumbled, "My son." Then something in her breathing changed, and Alan knew that she'd fallen asleep.

That was just fine with him, since he'd been struggling to keep his eyes open as well. He quickly gave up the fight. The last thing he recalled was thinking that he needed to find the alarm clock and set it so they wouldn't sleep the rest of the night away. But sleep overtook him before he could do anything about that.

CHAPTER 8

Alan came to with a start. It felt like he'd only closed his eyes for a few seconds, but he realized he must have been out for a while. He reflexively sat up in bed, worried that he'd let too much time pass and that this once-in-a-lifetime evening was already over.

Only after he'd started to bolt up did he realize that his body had been snuggled up against his mother's, and that he'd had an arm draped over her. He hoped he hadn't woken her up with his quick movement, but it was too late to do anything about that now.

He looked at the clock by her bed. It read ten o'clock. He couldn't figure out if that was early or late or what he should have expected. Huh. It's been about two hours since I got home. Is that all? And I must have slept for a while. Maybe half an hour? Did we do all that mind-shattering fucking in only an hour and a half?

He looked down at Susan and saw her stirring. She had the most contented smile on her face that he'd seen in a long time. She opened her eyes, automatically looking for him. When her eyes met his, an even greater blissful peace overtook her. They just stared at each other lovingly for a minute or two. Then she said, "Hi. ... Oh, look. It's my nasty motherfucker. Get back down here and cuddle me, Tiger."

He gladly lay back down, and she rolled on her side so they could lie face to face. She put her arm around his shoulder, causing her tits to press into his chest delightfully. He pulled her even closer and threw one of his legs over one of hers.

"Mmmm," she cooed and closed her eyes. "So much better. Did you have a nice rest?"

"Yep. How 'bout you?"

"It was divine. You'll never guess what I dreamed about."

He chuckled, since there was no need to even ask. She had "sex with my son" on the brain. The only question was the details.

She stretched her body and cooed as she sleepily recalled, "We were at church. The priest said that it was hard to find love in the world any more, and could anyone show him an example of true love. He probably meant it rhetorically, but you and I walked hand in hand up the aisle and started doing the deed up on the pulpit. It was so scandalous."

"I'll bet," he chuckled.

She asked as she opened her eyes again, "Oh, by the way, how was your hiking trip?"

"Ugh. Do you really have to ask?"

"I'm your mommy. Mommies live for that kind of stuff."

He sat up and leaned back against the headboard. "Torture. It was pure torture. I hardly knew where I was or what I was doing. I just plodded along, step after step, thinking of nothing but you. Actually, you and Glory. I have to admit she was on my mind a lot. I really have the feeling that I've lost her for sure. So I was one unhappy camper. Literally, in fact. The other scouts must have thought I'd lost my mind because I could hardly carry on a conversation."

Susan sat up, too. "Tiger, before you go on, let me just say a word or two about Glory. As your sexual powers continue to grow, I'm sure you'll find that you're able to go out and find any woman you want and add her to your cunt collection. But I imagine that you don't want to do that, except as an occasional lark, because you'd rather be with the women you already love. Women like Glory. It takes a lot of time and energy to give us all the attention, love, and heart pounding, mind-blowing orgasms we so desperately crave."

"That's right. Even though you overstate my abilities with-"

Susan rode over his words as her determination increased. "Glory holds a special place in your heart as your first serious crush. As such, you MUST have her. She WILL obey you and love you, believe me. If you talk to her and fail to convince her, just let me know, because I'm ready to take extreme measures." She emphasized these last two words fiercely. Alan was almost frightened by the determination in her eyes. She said through clenched teeth, "She WILL come to understand that NOTHING can be denied my son. NOTHING!"

"Come on, Mom. You're spoiling me. I appreciate your help, but please, let me handle this. It's my problem, and her choice to make." He knew that she almost never showed this type of determination, but when she did, she always got her way.

Susan just muttered with her same steely intensity, "We'll see, Son. We'll see." The fire in her eyes dimmed and the usual Susan returned. In a happy, singsong voice, she said, "So. You were telling me about your hiking trip?"

"Yeah. What a drag. Mile after mile of plodding along, so it was hardly restful. I used to really enjoy scouting and hiking but I'm soooo not into it these days. I sure am going to sleep soundly tonight."

Susan thought to herself with naughty glee, That's what you think!

"But the worst part was my penis! Dang! My penis was so unhappy. I thought it would be grateful to have a break after many, many days of nonstop activity. There were times in weeks past when I would have practically killed for a weekend off to rest the little guy. And it was content to rest, for most of the first day. But by the end of the day, little Alan Junior started..."

She interrupted, "Correction. Not-so-little Alan Junior."

He grinned. "Not-so-little Alan Junior started to get very unhappy. If you think about it, I've been averaging six orgasms a day for the past two months..."

She interrupted again. "More than six, actually. At least these last few weeks. My son's marvelous cock shoots its sperm into any combination of his nympho harem sex slaves seven or eight times a day, if not more. And Alan Junior is always, always, always hard. In fact, how is he doing right now? Let me check."

They both lay under sheets, but her hands reach down, fiddled around, and found his penis. To her surprise, it was flaccid. "Oh dear. This will not do. Son, you keep talking, and I'll take care of this." She started jacking him off. Her body was still waking up, so she was too tired to do more for the moment.

He screwed his face up with determination, as it took concentration to talk and enjoy a hand job at the same time. "Um. Yeah. As I was saying, my penis started to get very unhappy. For once I wasn't even thinking about anything sexual, and yet it suddenly got rock hard. Right in the middle of nowhere, with no stimulation at all. Then I deliberately tried to keep my mind on the most unsexy thoughts, because, believe you me, you don't want a raging boner on a deserted island with boy scouts all around you. If anyone had noticed, I never would have lived it down. But no matter what I thought about, my penis just got harder and harder. ... Kind of like now. ... Um..." His mind drifted briefly, thanks to the slippery sliding of her hands. "It even started to drip pre-cum. ... Also like now. ... It was like my penis was saying, 'Okay, you've rested me for most of the day and thanks for that, but now let's get down to some hard core fucking!'"

Susan was starting to really get into the hand job she was giving. She took turns removing a hand to her own groin so she could coat them with the cream pie on her thighs. Then she squeezed his ball sack and slid her soaked fingers all over his prick. Naturally, his penis loved it. She chuckled, "Tiger, I love the way your penis talks."

"Yeah, well, it wasn't very funny or fun at the time. By the time I got to camp, my balls were practically bursting. But it was surreal, because there was a part of me that just couldn't believe everything that had happened in my life lately. Did I really make a pact to sexually satisfy my now two sisters and two mothers for the rest of our lives? With the other scouts talking about their X-Box games, the Chargers game, the new White Stripes album, and that kind of stuff, I just couldn't wrap my head around my secret sexual life. It felt like an impossible and fading dream."

Both he and Susan were feeling much better now, so with a questioning, "Mmmm-hmmm?" Susan ducked under the covers and started sucking his penis. She wanted him to continue, but she couldn't stand another second without his slippery penis in her mouth. His penis was covered with a mixture of her own pussy juices and his seed as she started to lick.

"Thanks, Mommy. You're such a perfect cocksucker. Anyways, even while I was having these thoughts, my penis was demanding release. It needed a hole. I think I'm biologically addicted to fucking now. Seriously. I just had to do something. I figured I'd go off and masturbate, but there was nowhere to go to. We were in the middle of the most fucking wind-swept, deserted island imaginable. There wasn't a tree on the whole island!"

Susan paused in her cocksucking to say, "Oh dear! I knew it. We all worried so much about your blue balls and we talked about how much we wished we could have been there to be your fuck receptacle." She paused to lick for a bit, then continued, "You know my fear of public exposure, but in that situation I would have gladly laid down naked in the middle of your camp and spread my legs for you to fuck me in the dirt in front of all those other scouts if it would have prevented those horrible blue balls. I'll do anything to make my children happy. "

"Thanks, but I would never ask you to do something like that. I would do anything for you too, you know. In any case, so there I was..."

She interrupted again, very excited. She somehow managed to talk while slurping long strokes on the underside of his penis. "In fact... I'll bet... you have blue balls... even now... Mmmm. .... MMMM!" She stopped licking to suddenly swallow all of his penis. She bobbed her head up and down on it for some moments, happily "mmmm"-ing.

But then just as suddenly, she pulled away and raised her head out from under the sheets. "We have to do something more drastic about all that cum you've built up!" She threw the sheets off of them. "I think it's time for more fucking!"

She kissed him on the mouth, inadvertently rolling some of his own cum into his mouth. He didn't worry about that kind of thing any more. Cum and pussy juice got on everything and ended up everywhere these days.

"Um, okay, Mommy. I was going to tell the rest of my story, but I think I'd rather fuck you first. Since you're so energetic all of the sudden, why don't you sit on me and ride me for a while? The woman on top is one of my favorite positions, so it's something you're going to be doing a LOT from now on. You can really put those pussy squeezing tricks Suzanne taught you to good use."

"Okay! I hope and dream I can ride your cock permanently from now on. Wouldn't that be fun? You know one thing I think about a lot is that time when you told me how you fantasized going to school with your cock still in my cunt. I always imagine you and I walking everywhere like a giant, four-legged crab creature, as you keep your cock in my cunt forever."

Alan thought, I would have never, ever thought my mother would love sex so much. Does she maybe even love it a little too much? How can I keep up with her fuck crab fantasies? On the other hand, I'm just about as obsessed. What's the word for a male nympho?

Susan sat up and straddled his hips, before rising up to pull his raging boner into position. Once done, she lowered her pussy down onto his penis. "Mmmm. Like this. This is how good mommies should always be: getting royally reamed by their sons."

As soon as she was settled on his stiff prick, she wiggled her hips and squeezed her vaginal muscles a couple of times, then said, "But don't stop your story just on account of little old me." She winked. "I hope you don't think I'm distracting you."

"Just a tad! ... All right. I'm going to finish this story up reaaaallllly quickly, just to prove that I can. I was in the middle of camp, and unfortunately didn't have any loving mommy to spread her legs for me. My penis was seriously starting to hurt and my balls were expanding like balloons. But more than that, I was practically having an existential crisis. Had I gone mad? How could an ordinary teenager like me have my own harem right in the middle of boring Orange County? Was it really possible that I was about to fuck my own mother?"

Susan answered, "Tiger, we're very real. I'm real. Here. Put your hand here and feel your penis sliding in and out of me. Isn't that real?"

"Yeah, of course. I love you so much, and I love what we're doing. I'm just saying sometimes it's hard to fathom all these changes. I wondered, how could I be so different from all these other scouts? Why did the fates pick me, of all people? Even now I don't understand and usually I try not to think about it, and just accept it."

Susan bounced up and down on his "mommy-splitter" as she listened. Her tits started flying around wildly, periodically crashing into each other. Alan loved to watch freely swinging boobs so much that the sight almost distracted him from his story as much as the fucking did.

While frantically bouncing, she managed to blurt out, "Remember ... the big tits ... theory!"

He closed his eyes and suddenly had visions of an endless series of heartbreakingly beautiful big-titted nymphos bouncing up and down on his dick. His mother morphed into Xania, then Suzanne, then Heather, then Brenda, then someone he didn't know, and more and more bodies and faces, changing faster and faster. Tits flew around in circles with bewildering speed. He felt strongly tempted by the big tits theory, the idea that he was a naturally superior master and such women existed only to please him. The "bad" Alan was rising within him.

But he opened his eyes and shook it off. There was "only" his mother fucking him after all. He fought against the desire to be controlling, demanding, and abusive, and focused on how much he loved and adored her as a person and not just a sex object. It wasn't easy, because she was acting like a creature of pure lust. She happened to be in a the middle of a sexual frenzy since she was doing all the work while he just laid there and enjoyed it.

Alan said in the calmest voice he could conjure, "Mom, your theory is absurd. You know that. It brings out my worst tendencies..." His voice trailed off because he was overcome by the sight of her bouncing on his hard shaft like a pogo stick.

After a couple of minutes, she grew increasingly hot and bothered. She lost track of his conversation and didn't say a thing, until, she cried out all of the sudden, "Fucking! ... It's so good! ... I'm going to cum!"

That set off Alan's alarm bells. He commanded, "STOP!"

She looked at him with shock, and slowly bounced to a halt. She remained impaled on his member and asked, "What?" Sweat poured down her everywhere while Alan remained relatively calm.

"Remember, you can only cum when I tell you. When you're ready to start fucking again, tell me, and you can."

"I'm ready."

"Are you sure?" He noticed she hadn't even caught her breath yet.

"Very. I was bad there... but I'm in control now."

"Okay. But warn me like that if you're getting close. Meanwhile, take it slow and I'll finish my story."

"Yes, sir!" She saluted him, then giggled. Her bouncing was in fact slower now and she hung right on the edge of another climax.

So Alan gamely soldiered on with his story. "I was having this crisis of doubting reality, like I said. I went to my backpack after dinner. I figured you'd buried some extra special dessert treats in there, like you always do. And you did, of course. You're the best mom ever, even in those rare moments lately when you aren't giving me your body to enjoy. But what else did I find down there, but a really good drawing of Amy, obviously drawn by her! I was totally blown away."

Susan just "mmmm"-ed and bounced. She loved riding him in a sitting position.

He paused, then said, "Wait. Did you hear that?"

"What?" Susan was too busy impaling her pussy on thick cock to pay much mind to anything else, though she caught that he'd enjoyed the snacks she'd packed. She was riding him slowly just as he'd asked, but she was also taking the time to go as deep as possible. She twisted and ground her hips each time, making sure his penis always hit her cervix as she fucked him. She was only half-listening to his story.

But Alan was thinking about the sound he'd heard. "It sounded like a distant scream. A really loud, high-pitched scream. ... Specifically, an Amy scream." He paused. "Yeah, that's Amy, all right. I hear her coming now."

CHAPTER 9

Ever since Alan and Susan started fucking a couple of hours earlier, Brenda and Amy had stayed in the basement video monitoring room. First Katherine went upstairs, and then after a great threesome where Amy and Suzanne mostly focused on pleasuring Brenda, Suzanne went upstairs.

Brenda and Amy were left to themselves. Brenda couldn't go upstairs because Alan wasn't supposed to know she was in the house, and Amy felt obliged to keep the new house maid company.

But they hardly knew each other. They'd played strip poker games together, but hadn't really talked one on one much. So there was an awkward silence right after Suzanne left. Brenda took her maid duties very seriously, and even though she was drenched in pussy juice and sweat, she started cleaning up from the three-way orgy. They'd fucked with such abandon that they'd knocked over a bowl of pretzels, some drinks, and a few other things. She put her maid uniform back on over all her cum stains (which she wore like a badge of honor) and started picking things up.

Amy just watched her for cleaning for a minute or two and then said, "I don't get it."

Brenda assumed an attention position, now that she was being addressed. Since she'd been kneeling, she chose what she called the "tits thrust out, on my knees" position, her personal favorite. "You don't get what, Mistress Amy?"

"Awww, you can relax. Don't get all stiff backed and extra-busty on my account. And you don't have to call me that. I like Amy. Or Aims. That's cool, now that Alan calls me that."

"Yes, Mist... Yes, Amy." Brenda reluctantly resumed cleaning instead of staying at attention, because her mistress told her to.

"I don't get your whole attitude. I mean, what's with this whole slave thing? Practically everyone here seems into it except my mother Suzanne. And even she gets into the swing of it a little bit sometimes."

"You get into it too, don't you?"

"Yeah, I guess. I just like to go with the flow and have fun. I don't really know how much of a natural master Alan is, though everyone seems so convinced... Is it just a game?"

"It's not my role to convince you. But I'm sure you'll find out on your own exactly what he means to you."

"But what about some explanation for why everyone digs that kind of stuff? Since you're the most into it, maybe you can best explain it to me."

Brenda paused, and thought. "It's hard to explain in words. I think either you're that way or you aren't. It's like tomatoes. I really hate them, and I can't possibly understand why anyone else would like them."

"I'm like that with smelly cheese. Oh, and Brussels sprouts."

"Yeah, well how can you explain why you like something or you don't? Sometimes you just feel that way. It just is. And recently I discovered my true nature. It just is, and I have to accept it. My role is to serve. To serve the Plummer family."

"But how can I relate to that? I want to, like, get to know you, now that we're so intimate. But I totally can't relate when you're all slave-y."

Brenda thought some more, then said, "That's true, but you can relate to physical pleasure, can't you? You and I have a great love of sex, so we can share that. For instance, didn't you like spanking my butt earlier today?" She'd bent over as she said this to pick up some pretzels, exposing most of her ass cheeks underneath her skimpy maid uniform. That also drew Amy's attention to just how red her ass was.

Amy said, "Yeah, but speaking of that spanking, wow! Your butt is on fire! Here. Take off that silly maid uniform and lie down on the bed." (They group had brought a mattress down to the basement earlier in the day in anticipation of having comfortable sex while watching Alan and Susan.) "I'll give you a massage."

Brenda's butt was hurting, but she said, "No, you don't really have to do that. After all, I'm just the maid now."

"Pshaw! Maid schmaid. Your ass hurts. Get on the bed, silly." To Amy, people were just people, and she didn't pay much attention to status or rank.

Brenda allowed herself to be talked into it. "Well, I did get four spankings in one day, one from each of you. I would be a better and more useful slave if I could sit down... So maybe I could use just a little massage."

In fact, deep down, Brenda adored the idea. She really loved her ass. When she was growing up, her mother Anna would spank her naked behind and then tenderly fondle it to "make it better" afterwards. It was the start of Brenda's love of spanking, incest, lesbianism, and more. While everyone loved Brenda's tits the most, and she did love them too, she felt her ass was just as spectacular and was annoyed that it was so often ignored in favor of her assets up front.

They muted the sound coming from the video monitor. Then the two of them took off what little clothes they still wore, except for their high-heeled shoes. Brenda wore very high-heeled "fuck me pumps." Alan had banned those kind for his women since they were painful to walk around in, but Brenda didn't know that yet.

In any case, Brenda actually got off on wearing such difficult shoes. It wasn't just the way she knew they improved the look of her calf muscles, thighs, and buttocks - she enjoyed having her movement restrained. She fantasized that she wasn't just wearing shoes, but that she had her feet bound and imprisoned.

Amy sat to the side of Brenda and started kneading Brenda's butt cheeks. "Does that hurt?"

"Well, in a way, but it's a good kind of hurt. By the way, that's a good way for you to relate to our submissive attitudes. You know how after you exercise for a long time, your body hurts, but it's a good kind of hurt?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, that's how it is with submissives sometimes. Other people might find spankings painful, but I love it! It gets me so hot and wet. It makes my whole body come alive! But more than the physical feeling, I love the position. I love being lorded over by others. It's hard to explain, but maybe it's like a feeling of belonging. My masters are looking after me, and taking care of me. Does that make any sense?"

"Yeah. I guess. It's kind of weird, though. ... Hey! Maybe you can spank me, and show me what it's like?"

"Sorry, Mistress Amy."

"Just 'Amy' is cool."

"Well, if you insist. Just for tonight, though. Unfortunately, part of being a submissive is that I can't do things like spank others. Even if you talked me into it, I just wouldn't do it right, because I don't have the right attitude. Suzanne was very wise about the spanking attitude lesson she gave this afternoon."

"Bummer."

"What's wrong?"

"It's just that I'm so excited about finally getting my butt fucked tomorrow. I've been reading up on the web so I'll know what to do. But I kinda wanted to try some things out first."

Brenda sat up, suddenly very interested. She not only loved her own ass, she loved all asses. Her shift in positions forced Amy to stop her massage. "What kind of things, Amy?"

"I don't know, I just kinda wanna figure out about stuff back there. I've had lots of fingers go in my asshole lately, but that's it."

"So you've never even tried an anal dildo?"

"No. Is that bad? Oh, I have been lubing my asshole up every morning this past week and wearing butt plugs to, you know, kind of widen up back there. But it’s difficult for me. It seems my hole is on the small side, although you’d never know it by looking at just my big butt cheeks."

"Amy! We're in the same boat! The truth is, I've been discovering what I really get off on these past couple of years by reading porn. I've read all kind of wild stories: incest stories, bondage and dominance stories, "damsel in distress" stories... but I never EVER thought those kinds of things could happen to ME! But since I've met you all, my fantasies are really coming true! So I've started lubing up and secretly wearing butt plugs sometimes too, dreaming of the day when Alan's hard cock will be what's plugging me back there. I've got such strong anal desires, but no one's taken my anal cherry yet!"

"Hey! Me too!"

"That's what I'm saying! We're both a couple of horny anal virgins! I think we should have some more practice."

"M'kay! But like, what?"

"Let's get some anal dildos and use them on each other! I've been waiting and dreaming..." She grabbed Amy by the shoulders and looked at her with fiery excitement in her eyes. "You and I are going to have so much fun, Mistress Amy!"

Amy clapped and giggled, but then suddenly frowned. "Wait a minute. We can't use any dildo. I want Alan's stiff meat to be the first thing in there."

"Good point," Brenda agreed, also frowning. "Oh well. We still have each other's fingers. Let's play with each other's asses and tell good stories!"

"M'kay! Let me start soothing your butt, 'cos that looks so painful."

Amy and Brenda lay on the ground face down next to each other, but pointing in opposite directions, so they could both have access to the other's ass. Amy gently stroked and massaged Brenda's red ass. Amy spread her legs a little, enabling Brenda to play with both Amy's pussy and her ass.

Brenda said, "Let's share each other's anal fantasies! Come on, you go first!"

"Fantasies?" Amy asked, frowning again. "I don't know. I kinda feel a little bit embarrassed about that. And who wants to hear about my silly little fantasies, anyways? I'm sure it would be really boring. I don't have good ones like, say, Susan. She's always fantasizing about the funnest stuff."

"Well, if you're not used to sharing your wild ideas, why not just tell me your fantasies about what you want to have happen tomorrow? How would you like Alan to take your butt?"

"Oooh! Gosh! I've been thinking about that A LOT! Actually, I do have kind of a fun fantasy about that one. I was thinking: you know what would be really great? What if Alan starts fucking my ass tomorrow afternoon, and he just can't get his penis out, because my anus is so tight? What would happen then?"

"You tell me," Brenda said calmly. She shifted around slightly until she gently bit on Amy's clit to help inspire her. Brenda also liked firmly grasping Amy's butt cheeks, and was doing that with both hands at the same time.

"M'kay! If you insist!" Amy giggled. "What if he can move his thingy around inside me easily enough, but can't get it out, because his knob is too thick? Wouldn't that be delicious? He'd just fuck and fuck and fuck, until it was time for dinner. But we still can't get it out! The only way to get his penis head back out is when he gets flaccid, but in my dream he never gets flaccid, even after he cums!"

"Sounds a lot like real life," Brenda noted wryly.

"Totally! So we walk together to the dining room, with his dick up my butt and his hands on my hips the whole time! Of course, I'd sit on his lap as we both try to eat, but we can't really eat much because we're too busy fucking! And in my dream, he loves my tight ass, and can't get enough."

"I'm sure he will in real life, Mistress Amy. You're not lying when you say it's tight! Why, I can barely get my pinky in there!" Brenda pistoned one finger in and out of Amy's asshole, while two fingers on her other hand pistoned in and out of Amy's pussy. She pushed in one hole while she pulled out of the other, and continued alternating like that, a sensation that Amy loved.

"Really? You think so?"

"Tight is good. I'll bet your ass is going to be the tightest hole he's fucked yet, on anybody!"

"Cooool! Anyways, we eat dinner, but it's not just the Plummers there - it's a formal dinner, and there's more than a dozen people strangers there too!" She paused, and said, "You did say it's a fantasy, right? Is that okay, to have other people at the table?"

Brenda laughed. "It's fine. Please go on." She blew lightly on Amy's ass, which sent shivers down the girl's spine.

"Goody! The strangers are both men and women, all formally dressed. Alan's just wearing a T-shirt, and I'm buck naked. But still, nobody knows what we're doing except Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine. The three of them make up all kinds of excuses about us to the confused guests, like saying that I'm nude because I have a skin rash. But Alan really starts plowing into me! I'm just bouncing all over the place. He's practically tossing me around, knocking over glasses, crashing into chairs, as his thingy plunges deep into my butt, over and over! The guests are really starting to notice!"

"I can imagine!" Brenda laughed.

"But Alan's cool as a cucumber - and as big as one, too! Heh-heh! He just keeps on talking to the guests about totally boring stuff in the most normal voice, even while he has a totally naked girl - ME! - sitting on his lap, getting rammed up the butt, over and over! Now the guests are getting reaaaaally suspicious that something sexual is going on between us."

Brenda laughed again at how clueless Amy's imaginary guests were. "You don't say! Mistress Amy, this is really turning me on. Let's reposition ourselves, because I want to fully devote myself to servicing your ass. That is my role here, to serve my superiors."

"M'kay, if you insist!" Amy giggled as she sat up on her knees. "But just call me Amy already."

Brenda immediately planted her face deep into Amy's butt crack. "Mmmm! Amy, you smell so lovely! It's all clean and lubed. I just can't resist!" She licked all around Amy's asshole, causing Amy to repeatedly gasp and moan.

Amy finally said, "Sister does that to me sometimes when we shave our cunts. It's called rimming, right?"

"Right. But does she do this? And don't stop your story!" Brenda plunged her tongue as far into Amy's asshole as it could go.

Amy cried and squealed even more. "Good! Oh, that's really good! Katherine's never done it like THAT! Oooh!"

"Amy, my mistress, I've dreamed about this for so long! It's so good! I dream of the day someone will do it to me, but I'm not worthy."

"Brenda, I am SOOO gonna do that to you, but let me finish my story first, okay? ... Oooh! ... Where was I? ... It's so hard to think. Wait, I know. Yeah, I'm bouncing up and down in Alan's lap. His massive manhood is filling up my teeny tiny asshole, just like one of those oil well machine thingies that never stop. Since I'm naked, pretty soon he's totally fondling my tits, too! You know how much he loves big tits and mine are starting to get to be a good size. Finally, some strange guy asks him why he's holding my boobies, and he says it's so they don't bounce around too much. But then the guy asks, 'but why is she bouncing like that?' I'm sure Alan is about to come up with some kind of clever reply, but I don't let him! I shout out, 'He's fucking my ass, that's why!' There's this huge silence only broken by the sound of people dropping silverware. Everyone stares at me in complete shock, but I don't care! He's my brother and he's fucking me, and I want the whole world to know!"

Brenda was too busy licking and tonguing Amy's asshole to say anything, but she moaned some approving noises.

"But everyone's cool with it, and the conversation continues like before. Except now everyone is openly watching us, sometimes out of the corners of their eyes, and people say things from time to time, like, 'Look, she came. Again!' Eventually the party winds down and people start to go. Alan shows them to the front door while still pumping my ass full of sperm! My legs are dripping from all the sperm that has drooled out, all the way to my feet! He just keeps going all evening long, late into the night! Katherine and Suzanne are really jealous because he's supposed to fuck them on Monday, too, but he can't, because he's too busy fucking me!"

Suddenly Amy stopped and asked in a concerned voice, "Is that mean? I don't want to be mean and be all hoggy with Brother's thingy. So scratch that last part, m'kay?"

Brenda laughed. "Amy, you're so cute." She resumed her tonguing and ass fondling until the both of them came at once.

CHAPTER 10

They were so excited that they only paused briefly to recover. Amy said, "Now it's your turn!"

Brenda chose to lay down on Amy's lap with her ass pointing up. She liked how vulnerable that made her, as if she was a bad girl getting spanked. But instead of spanking, Amy massaged and fondled her ass cheeks while also probing her pussy.

Brenda began telling her fantasy. "Let's see. I have some pretty extreme fantasies, and I don't think you'd like them much. Oh, I know one you might find okay. In this dream, I'm in a very prudish, conservative town way back in the past. Think Salem, Massachusetts, hundreds of years ago, back when they had the witch trials. I'm on trial, but not for being a witch, I'm on trial for being an uppity slave. Alan is my master, but I haven't been fucking and sucking him with sufficient devotion. It's so hard to constantly live up to the standards set by Susan!"

"Ain't that the truth?" Amy nodded.

"In my dream, Alan forgives me for my sub par performance, because he's such a gentle soul, and a kind master. He believes me when I tell him my jaw gets sore after an hour or two of constant, intense cocksucking. There's only so much my weary body can take! But the town elders aren't so understanding. I stand in front of all the judges and magistrates buck naked and my hands and knees in irons. They make me crawl on all fours, which is as it should be. And they find me guilty! Guilty of insufficiently talented cocksucking! Insufficiently arousing busty teasing! Insufficiently orgasmic fucking! But worst of all, I'm guilty of all around uppitiness!"

"Oh no!" Amy sympathized.

"I know! It's my worst nightmare! I've let my master down and shamed him publicly. The town elders make me crawl naked to this big public square in the middle of town. There's a huge crowd there. And right in the middle of a high platform, there are the stocks. You know those wooden racks they used to have back in the Puritan days where you'd stick your head and arms through and then they'd lock you in that position? It's one of those. They lock me in the stocks and keep my legs chained together, too, just to drive home the fact that I have no hope of escape. I can't possibly feel any more helpless, or naked!

"Alan comes up behind me. As my master and owner, only he can administer any punishment. Even though he doesn't want to, he's been ordered to spank my ass one hundred times, then whip it by the same number. Hundreds crowd around closely to watch."

"Oooh! I dig it! A big crowd!" Amy enthused.

It was dawning on Brenda that Amy enjoyed public exposure. She asked, "Amy, is it safe to say that you like sex in public?"

"Yeah! Totally! ... Actually, well, I don't really know. I've never done it. But I think it would be cool. I don't think I'd get so excited by the thought of getting caught; I just like the idea of being totally sexually free and doing it with Alan anywhere and everywhere! Who cares who sees? Let 'em all see! I want everyone to know that Alan is making love to me! I want to scream it to the world! I wanna get everyone else excited too, so everyone can have fun with their partners in one big, happy orgy!"

Amy calmed down a bit and added seriously, "Don't tell Alan, though. I accidentally got some bad rumors started about him. I don't want to add to his troubles by encouraging him to do crazy stuff in public."

Brenda chucked, and thought, Obviously Amy isn't going to like my darker fantasies. Oh well. I'm sure we'll still find lots in common, and she does seem to love asses, just like I do. "Okay, Amy. But back to the fantasy. So there I am, completely ashamed and humiliated for my failures. I should have been worshipping Alan's penis with every waking breath, but no! I'm too soft and weak. I must pay! I deserve it. I deserve all the punishment they give me, and more!

"Alan starts spanking me, really hard! The crowd points and laughs at me. My big boobs are dangling down like two full milk jugs - it's so humiliating! Many of them seem to find the sight of my boobs jiggling and swinging and my ass shaking after every slap to be both amusing and arousing. Before long, I'm covered in sweat. The sun is beating down in the middle of a hot day, and my fair skin is starting to burn. I'm severely dehydrated."

Amy bent down and began tonguing Brenda's anus, just as she'd promised.

This made it hard for Brenda to continue her story, especially since Amy was shoving her tongue up Brenda's hole so forcefully. But Brenda considered it her duty to please her mistress with her story, so she steeled her resolve and went on.

"But Alan! Bless his soul, he's such a kind master! He takes pity on his most pathetic, lowliest slave, and comes to my rescue! He sticks his penis in my ass, and starts fucking my butt, hard! It feels so good that the spanks don't feel that bad at all. In fact, I love them! But I'm still suffering from thirst. So, when he's finally ready to cum - and you know how long that can take - he walks around the stockade to my front side, and makes me suck him off. Oh GOD!"

Brenda had to pause while her body shuddered in ecstasy. If Amy's tongue feels this good, how much better would Alan's penis feel? She gasped out slowly, "I'm so desperate for a drink that I give him the best blowjob of his life! I'm rewarded not just with any liquid, but with his life-giving, potent, sweet, creamy nectar! He coats my whole mouth with his heavenly goo, and shoots more ropes all over my face and tits. He's marking me, marking his territory, like a dog pissing on a fire hydrant!"

"OH NO!" Brenda shrieked, because not only was Amy thoroughly rimming her now, but the thoughtful teen, inspired by the story, scooped up Brenda's copious pussy juices from the puddles forming on the couch covers and started smearing them all over Brenda's ass. It seemed so much like Alan coating her with his seed that Brenda nearly fainted with delight.

In fact, Brenda was so excited that she had to pause and recover for some time. She was afraid to go on, because she knew her own fantasy and knew the rest was only going to get her even more excited. She said, "Amy, we both seem to have such sensitive asses. Isn't it ironic that he's fucked everyone else's butt but ours?"

"Yeah. I don't know how I'll be able to sleep tonight. Tomorrow could be even better than when he took my other virginity! Tell me more about what happened to you trapped there in the wooden stocks! Did you feel trapped?"

Brenda worried that she would pass out if Amy kept rimming her, but she did he best to answer. "Completely! My only hope is Alan! If he were to leave me, the entire town could and would have their way with me, raping me relentlessly. But even the kind Alan knows that it's time to teach his insolent slave a stern lesson. So he walks back behind me and starts whipping my already burning ass! So many times! It stings! It burns! It feels sooooo good!" Brenda shivered all over, just from the thought of what that would actually feel like.

Amy, responding to the story, gave Brenda's ass a tentative smack as if to imitate the whipping, and was rewarded with a huge sigh of satisfaction from her overly busty friend. But Amy focused mostly on smearing Brenda's cum on her hot ass cheeks. She would rub the cum in until it couldn't be seen any more, then get a fresh batch (and play with Brenda's pussy some in the process) then work that cum in.

Brenda continued as best she could, "But Alan - God bless him! - he takes pity on me again, and alternates his whipping with fucking me in the ass some more. He fucks my ass over and over, beyond what anyone had thought was humanly possible. But to my eternal shame, I let everyone know just how much I'm loving it. No one can mistake my lusty cries for protests, or fail to see how I fuck my hips back at him to take his mastering penis into my asshole over and over and over again. After all, I'm his anal fuckslut, and I must maximize his pleasure!

"Never again will I be able to crawl naked through the town - it goes without saying that the only way someone of my lowly rank should bear myself amongst the town's upstanding citizens is crawling naked - without people whispering things like, 'Look Mom, there goes that sinful anal slut,' or 'Isn't she the tramp who loves to get fucked up her dirty bunghole?'"

Brenda paused to savor these insults, then continued, "But Alan is fucking me not just for his own satisfaction, since of course he could fuck any of his other many slaves instead, away from the burning sun and public spectacle. He's anally violating me to save me! Each time he cums, he shoots all over my backside, dousing me in his love juice! He slams me hard into the stocks with each thrust, far, far into my anal depths, as his cock slowly overwhelms me and takes total possession of my body and my soul. Eventually, my entire body ends up completely covered in his white jism! I can't get a sunburn, because I'm soaked in his seed from head to toe! Sadly, my punishment finally comes to an end, but Alan keeps me covered in his glossy, sticky love for days afterwards as a reminder of my sinful ways. After all, he is kind but he is a just and good master."

"Is that the end of the fantasy?" Amy asked, as she pulled Brenda’s butt cheeks apart with both hands and blew lightly up and down Brenda's ass crack.

"Yeah," Brenda panted.

Amy lightly ran her fingers over Brenda's ass cheeks, exploring the boundary between touching and not touching. She generally just grazed the fine and nearly invisible hairs of Brenda's skin, creating exquisite tingles wherever her hands strayed. That, together with her continued light blowing, was just as arousing to Brenda in its own way as the most intense fingering of any hole.

Amy commented, "That was weird. My fantasies are so boring in comparison."

"Keep in mind I have years of reading some pretty unusual pornography to base by ideas on," Brenda pointed out.

"That's a good point, Brenda. But I wanted to hear more about the crowd. Like, did the people get off on it all? I'd like to see the crowd totally get off, and everyone start masturbating right there because they can't contain themselves. Before long, all those fuddy duddy town elders are totally letting it rip in a big orgy celebration, and you're the star! Everyone's loving it, because of you! You're playing the crowd like a fiddle, causing dozens of ejaculations every time you sway your big bubble butt!"

Brenda said, chagrined, "Well, in my dream, the crowd is actually very disapproving and people are shouting rude things at me. Things like 'butt slut' and 'back door whore.'"

"Hmm. I don't like that. Not at all. I'm afraid you're going to have to be punished for having too much of a bummerish dream. You need to be more positive! I hate to judge you based on your secret fantasies, but maybe you should have a good talk with the psychologist Xania. You keep putting yourself down, but really, I think you're a total winner!"

Brenda tingled with excitement all over. "Punishment?" She was too excited by that prospect to pay attention to the rest of Amy's comments.

"Yep! I think twenty spankings will do. Actually, I'm not REALLY punishing you, it's just that you seem to get off on spankings so much, so I want to make you happy. I'm going to try to stick three fingers into your ass at once. Imagine my fingers are Alan's thick penis. Then imagine that you're back there in Salem or wherever, and my hand slapping you is really Alan's hand."

"Oh my God! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Mistress Amy! You're the best!"

Brenda came hard with the first spanking, and kept cumming more often than not all throughout her "punishment."

Of course, the spanking completely undid all of Amy's soothing of Brenda's ass, but Brenda didn't mind at all. She was proud to display her red ass as a badge of pride and a sign of how well her new master and mistresses were treating her.

Amy could hardly believe that she was spanking someone who had such a red butt already, but she'd been surprisingly aroused by Brenda's fantasy (mostly from her own fantasies about how the crowd would react) and she found herself incredibly tempted to spank the perfect round butt laying across her lap. Besides, Brenda wanted and needed it so badly that it was almost cruel NOT to spank her.

However, Amy's goal of fitting three fingers into Brenda's ass wasn't realized. Getting merely two in was such a tight squeeze that she stopped there. Both of them excitedly discussed that if two fingers could barely get in, what it might feel like to have Alan's much bigger penis in the same hole.

Half an hour later, Amy and Brenda lay next to each other, lazily sawing their fingers in and out of each other's asses while looking up and watching Alan and Susan talking and fucking on the video monitor.

Amy turned to Brenda and said for at least the tenth time in the last five minutes, "I can't wait until Monday after school! This is gonna be so great!"

Brenda just smiled tolerantly and said, "I know." She thought to herself, At least you know when Alan's going to fuck your ass. Who knows when he'll get to mine, if he does at all! I don't even get to SEE him until Wednesday! But I suppose that is the lot of a lowly slave.

Suddenly Amy said to her with great enthusiasm and energy, "Hey Brenda! Since you and I are both so into asses, why don't we become official anal pals?"

"Okay, sure. But what does that mean?"

"I don't know, but since we're Alan's last two anal virgins, it's like we share a special bond. We can make it up as we go along. I imagine it would mean doing more stuff like this. We can rim each other while we shave each other's cunts and stuff."

They kissed to seal the idea, then went back to their lazy anal groping and watching the video.

But their happy anal repose came to an end when Amy heard Alan mention the picture she'd drawn for him and put in his backpack. She screamed like she'd just won the lottery, and jumped up.

Brenda, naturally, was completely confused by that.

Amy quickly removed her high heels so she could move fast. She saw Brenda's confused face, and said, "My brother just made me so happy! I gotta go!" Then she ran up the stairs, closing the door to the basement behind her.

Brenda shrugged, and went back to watching the video monitor. She figured she'd find out on the monitor what Amy was talking about soon enough. She grabbed some potato chips and sipped on a beer. Then she felt back to her ass and started idly pumping a pair of fingers in and out of her butt. Life as a Plummer maid and sex slave certainly wasn't dull or boring.

CHAPTER 11

Amy ran through the house as fast as she could. She just had to show Alan how happy she was that he'd found and liked the drawing she'd put in his backpack.

She came running into Susan's bedroom at a full tear not that many seconds later. As she threw open the door, she cried, "Alan! Brother!" and jumped on the bed. Had Susan not been all over the middle of Alan, bouncing up and down on his extremely pleased penis, Amy would have leaped directly onto him. But as it was, she leaped onto an empty portion of the bed next to him and then ricocheted onto him, planting a big kiss on his lips before her body motion from the running had even subsided.

The bed shook from her great leap, and Susan found herself wobbling precariously on top of her son. She stuck her arms out and braced for a short fall. But, although she fell, she was careful not to put undue pressure on Alan's penis, which she managed to keep in her as she went down. She ended up lying on top of him. Within seconds, she resumed fucking, with her hips and vaginal muscles doing almost all the work.

Amy's body though, now rested over a good portion of Alan's left side. Susan couldn't get her face near her son's because of the way Amy and Alan were frantically necking.

Amy just wanted to kiss and kiss her brother forever, but she also wanted to talk. So she eventually managed to pull her lips away from him long enough to say, "Alan, I'm so happy! Did you like my picture?"

But Alan didn't have a chance to verbally respond because she planted her lips back on his and French kissed him a lot more. She seemed completely unfazed that he happened to be fucking his mother at the time. In fact, she wanted his penis too, and was not about to let anything stop her from getting it. Even though Susan was now lying on the other side of him, still fucking away, Amy reached down, grabbed what portion of the penis she could, and started stroking it. She tried her best to augment Susan's fucking with hand strokes whenever his penis came out of her.

Susan didn't mind the intrusion much, as she knew Amy was just being Amy. She slowed her hip motions a bit and didn't go in as deep as before, so Amy wouldn't have to let go of the penis each time she pushed herself down onto her son. She figured her son's penis was big and long enough for both a hand and a pussy.

After a while, Amy stopped kissing long enough to not only ask, "So tell me about the picture," but also to give Alan a chance to respond.

He gasped, "Why... do people... always think... I can talk... under these... kinds of conditions? ... Ugh! ... Nrrgh!" He'd never been jacked off while fucking a vagina, and hadn't even realized such a thing was possible.

Amy, though, wasn't fazed by his difficulty in speaking, either. While her hand continued to jack off the slick penis going in and out of Susan as best she could, she exclaimed, "Come on, Mom! Let's squeeze the answer out of him, just like we're gonna squeeze another big load out of his hot cock! It's so hot, I can hardly hold it! Come on, Susan, Fuck! Fuck! Fuck him good!"

Since Amy had only recently joined in the fun, she didn't have much problem talking, but Susan was like Alan and pretty much past the point of talking. The best she could do was croak out, "I'm trying!"

"Well, fuck him harder!" Amy cheered. "You know how tough his penis is to please!. I don't know if even a hand and cunt will do it. ... Are you doing the cunty squeezy thing?"

"Yes!" Susan gasped. All of Alan's concentration was on his PC muscle and trying to stave off a climax, so most of the thrusting was up to his mother.

After more fucking, Amy cried out, "I know! The tits! Mom, we have four tits here just going to waste! You do the stretchy catty thing, and I'll put my tits in his face!"

Susan was nearly insensate with fuck joy, but she concentrated some mental energy on swishing her huge globes up and down her son's chest, just like a stretching cat rubbing against a post. Amy meanwhile rubbed her big tits all over Alan's face. She was very proud that her twin orbs were nearly as big as Susan's mighty pair, and loved rubbing them all over Alan so he could better sense just what nice tits they were. She tried feeding a nipple into his mouth, but he was having too much trouble breathing to suck.

Alan cried, "You two... Too much!" and began shooting off another load inside his nearly exhausted mother.

Amy could see, from the way his faced scrunched up even more than before, what was about to happen, and rather forcibly pushed Susan's vagina off of him. But Susan wasn't that bothered by that, because Amy cried, "I want to see him shoot all over you!" Amy had let go of his penis because she needed both to really get into her boob rubbing, but she quickly grabbed it again and directed his penis ropes at Susan's stomach.

Susan pulled away from Alan a bit more so Amy could "paint" her better, and get all of her favorite spots. Or spot, as the case was, because she wanted his cum on her wobbly double deckers more than anywhere else. Amy didn't need to be told of Susan's tit love, and happily directed most of Alan's cum there. But she also hit Susan's face with a few ropes, and even tried to spell out "HI" on Susan's stomach. Unfortunately the ropes came out too unpredictably for her short word to be readable as such, but she had a lot of fun trying.

As soon as the last rope was expended, Susan said, "Thanks Amy, but give me that!" She scooted down and began excitedly cleaning up her son's messy groin with her tongue.

As Amy handed over Alan's penis, she said chirpily, "Okay, but please don't mess up the nice pearl necklace I gave you. Don't do the tits on thighs thingy because I want to eat that up later. Or you can. It is your night, Mom."

She turned to Alan, whose eyes were still practically popping out of his head from the intense experience. She said in her usual carefree way, "Hey, Brother! How ya doin'? Did it work? Did we squeeze the answer out of you?"

A stunned Alan finally looked into her smiling eyes. "Answer? What answer?"

"About the picture, silly! Oopsie! Looks like we squeezed something out of you, but it wasn't an answer! It looks like oceans and oceans of tasty cum instead. My bad!" She laughed hysterically.

She slid down his sweaty body until she was in reach to scoop a big cum gob off of Susan's forehead. "Mmmm. Yum! Just as yum yum as ever! And so much! You must still be backed up from the trip." Her face grew very sad. "I heard about your blue balls. It broke my heart. Did it get any better on Sunday?"

"No! It only got ten times worse! And the worst part of it was I couldn't find any chance to go off and masturbate. I tossed and turned in my sleeping bag that night until I finally snuck out after midnight and masturbated in the middle of a field of tall grass. It was so embarrassing. I felt like a heroin junkie or something."

Amy and Susan both stopped what they were doing and stared at him with stunned expressions. Susan in particular seemed shocked.

"What?" He was completely confused.

Susan said slowly, as if trying to understand the death of a close relative, "Did you... spill your seed... on the ground?" She strongly emphasized the last three words.

"Well, of course I did. Where else was it going to go?"

Susan gasped. "Oh no!" The thought of all that cum gone to waste seriously disturbed her. "Tiger, I don't mind if you shoot your sperm into or onto another woman, because that's where it belongs. You have a special gift that's meant to bring joy to females everywhere. But to just spill your seed onto the ground! Oh dear. You know what the Bible says about that!"

"Mom, you have to understand. I was completely dying! What else could I do? And then, like I said, it got way worse on Sunday. I don't know if you saw when I first came in tonight, but I swear my balls were actually much bigger than normal."

Amy said firmly, "Brother, I have to agree with Susan. It's so WRONG for you to suffer like that! I say you shouldn't be allowed to go on any more trips with nothing but guys. You need at least one beautiful fuck toy with you at all times. And since there are so many horny holes begging to be filled, it's a double tragedy if you have to masturbate."

Susan said, "Hear, hear. Frankly I'm appalled at the whole Boy Scouts organization, having all male only trips like that. That's what the Girl Scouts should be for, to provide relief to horny teen penises. At the very least, the mothers should go along to jack off their sons. Geez. What is this world coming to?" She shook her head in disbelief.

Alan nearly laughed out loud at his mother's increasingly skewed view of the world.

Amy suddenly changed gears to her favorite topic. "But tell me about the picture! I'm so glad it helped. But wait! Before that, take a look at your mother. You can't see her from where you are like I can. It's a beautiful sight."

Susan withdrew her mouth from cleaning his spent penis and sat up so the others could admire her new pearl necklace. She blushed with glee. As she sat there, a gob of her son's spent semen dripped obscenely from a nipple onto her thigh.

Quick as a cat, Amy automatically reached out to scoop up the freshly fallen cum gob from Susan's thigh with her fingers and sucked it into her mouth. "Mmmm! Tasty!" Amy enthused as she smacked her lips happily. "That is what I call one huge load, and that's even after the first rope or two that went into Susan's cunt. Can I call dibs on cleaning that up?"

CHAPTER 12

A familiar voice behind them said, "Hey, Aims, you had your fun just now. I think I should get dibs."

It was Katherine. The three fuck-weary bodies on the bed looked all over and found her sitting in a chair by the bed, naked and masturbating. She sat in the cum puddle she'd created a short while earlier, but didn't seem to care.

Alan was still slow on the uptake and recovering, and merely asked, "Sis? What are you doing here?"

"What do you think? Enjoying the best entertainment in town. I was watching you all on video, but I figured that if Amy could come in here, why couldn't I?"

"Now, wait a minute," Alan said, frowning. "It's great that you're all so into this, but this is Mom's and my special night together. In fact, Amy, you really shouldn't have barged in like that."

Amy frowned, and made a heartbreakingly sad face. "Oh? Did I do wrong? Did you not like how I helped with the fucking?"

"I loved it, actually. You did good. But let's not make a practice of it, okay? A closed door means privacy. And that's what the video monitors are for."

Susan kissed Amy. "I don't mind, sweetheart. You did great, Daughter. But Alan's right. You have to ask first, especially when you just go around grabbing penises, especially penises that are actively fucking!"

"Oh. Sorry." Amy looked chastened, but that only lasted a second, because she brightened and said to Katherine, "Hey, Sis! Check out Mom! She's totally soaked in the super hugest cum soaking!"

Susan now turned a bit so she could proudly model her pearl necklace to Katherine. She got some appreciative whistles.

Katherine said, "You know Amy, what they say about facials and pearl necklaces."

"No. What?" Amy began dismantling her creation by scooping up more cum gobs.

Susan joined in, licking up those in range of her tongue. She even hefted her large breasts up to her mouth and began sucking up the cum that still clung to her rock-hard nipples.

Katherine confidently explained, "They're a mark of ownership. Every time Alan cums on one of us, he shows how much he completely owns and dominates our helpless bodies."

Alan sat up and groaned. "Will you all stop it with this stuff for just one minute, already? You're getting me aroused again, and my penis is too sore. It almost hurts to touch. So no more sexy talk until it's ready again."

Amy said with her usual excitement, "M'kay! That means you can finally tell me all about how you found my picture!"

Alan grinned at her. God, I love Amy. Such pure love. But then, I love all of them. "Well, Aims, there isn't much to tell. I think you overheard me through the video monitor telling Mommy how I found it in the bottom of my backpack. I have to say, it was exactly what I needed. I was practically freaking out about being separated and thinking that the love from all of you couldn't even be real, and then I saw your face in the drawing. It's such a lovely picture." He explained to Susan and Katherine, "It's just a quickly done charcoal sketch, but it captures Amy's character so well and shows so much talent." He turned back to Amy. "It gave me a sense of peace and love. I knew then that everything would be okay."

Amy threw her arms around him. "Brother!" She gave him a tight squeeze and kissed him on the lips so hard that she pushed him back down onto the bed.

She was getting so amorous that he had to push her away. "Amy, Amy. Hold on. Special night, remember? Sore penis? And remember about asking first? So take your hand off of my defeated member, please."

"Oh. M'kay. Sorry." But her downcast look didn't last past the word "sorry." She enthused, "I knew it! I just knew it! I knew you'd be feeling all - what did you say - existential-y - after being on your own for a while. That's why I violated your security rules to put that in there. I'm so ecstatic it worked!" Just as suddenly, she bowed her head in a subservient manner, sad again. "But I'm really sorry I violated your privacy that way."

Alan was impressed. "Hey, Aims. That's alright. You were very perceptive. You're always full of surprises. But no more violations of security. I know you had the best intentions, but that won't help when we finally get caught. That was a naked picture of you, and we shouldn't get in the habit of having naked pictures floating around outside the house, even if you are my official girlfriend. You've been very, very naughty."

Suddenly, one could hear a pin drop. All the females looked at each other with very significant looks.

But Alan was clueless. He asked, "What now?"

Katherine spoke for the group. "It's just that you said Amy was 'very, very naughty.' And there's only one thing you can do to very, very naughty, big-titted, sexy, harem girls."

"What's that?"

"Well, two things, actually, One is, you can forcibly spread their legs and fuck them hard. But the other is that you can spank them. In fact, you really should spank them a lot, or they'll just get more uppity." The women were all a little spank happy after the Brenda spankings earlier in the day.

Amy hung her head down. "Yes, Brother. I'm afraid I'm far too uppity. You're just going to have to spank me really hard. And then, since you'll already be there with your penis rubbing my ass, you're probably going to have to fuck my butt really, really deep." She looked up into his eyes with a desperate hope. "Take my anal cherry!"

Alan both sighed and laughed. "What did I say about not saying any more sexy stuff?"

Amy protested, "You said you didn't want to hear that for 'just one minute' and it's been over a minute already."

He laughed some more. "Okay, okay. Geez, you guys! Amy, you do deserve a spanking, but not tonight. Tonight is just about me and Susan, and I think we've had our last intrusion. I love you all, but on the way out please close the door, and keep it closed. Okay?"

Susan joked, "Don't say that. I'm very ready for another intrusion." She gave her son a heartwarming smile. She could hardly waiting until that door was closed and Alan's penis was recovered, because she was ready for more action. Her pussy felt a bit sore again thanks to their latest round, but she figured that if her pussy wasn't up for it, he could fuck her in the ass, or maybe she could finally deep throat him. The important thing was that she had the energy for more. Much more.

CHAPTER 13

Katherine stood up, causing the pussy juice that had pooled between her thighs to slosh down her legs and new flows to drip down from the seat of the chair. "Okay, we'll go. But there's just one tiny thing I want to do first. I'll be back in a second. Amy, don't go just yet."

She rushed off to her bedroom. Since it was only a little ways down the hall, she was back in a flash. She held something behind her back, and walked up next to the bed. Her eyes focused on Susan.

"Hey, Mom. I have a gift for you. I figure this day is many times more important for you than your birthday. In fact, you'll probably celebrate November Twenty-fourth as a holiday for years to come. So I figured I'd give you a gift to help make it a bit more special. Here it is." She brought a CD case from behind her back and gave it to her sweaty and still very cum-drenched mother.

Susan took a look at the CD cover, and found to her surprise that it was a picture of herself. She appeared to be screaming at the top of her lungs in sexual ecstasy when the picture was taken. Above her face were the words, "Sex Slave Mix, Volume One."

She turned to Katherine. "Thanks. But how did you do this cover? Why, it looks like me from earlier in the evening!"

Katherine replied proudly, "It is, Mom. It's from the height of your whole body orgasm. We've gone high tech now. In a matter of minutes, I was able to use our monitoring system to find the picture I wanted, take a snapshot of it, then save it and print it. But the main thing is the music inside. I've been working on a mix CD of all my favorite sexual subjugation songs. Stuff like Depeche Mode's 'Master and Servant,' Bryan Ferry's 'Slave to Love,' Britney Spears' 'I'm A Slave 4 U,' Devo's 'Whip It'... It's got all styles from different eras. Why, there's even a Beatles song in there."

Susan held the CD case and looked at it curiously. She loved the idea and was excited to hear the mix. "The Beatles? I like the Beatles, but I never figured..."

"Yeah. You know the song 'Chains'?" She sang, "'Chains, my baby's got me locked up in chains...' Tres cool. Each Beatle probably had whole giant harems of groupies to tie up and spank."

Alan was a huge Beatles fan as a kid, and took offense at that. "They did not! In fact, they didn't even write that one. The song talks about 'chains of love,' not real chains."

Katherine winked conspiratorially and made quote marks in the air with her fingers. "Yeah. 'Chains of love.' We know what they were really talking about to get around the censors. In any case, Mom, I figure this is just the kind of thing for you to listen to while you're hanging around the house when we're at school. While you're waiting for Big Fire Extinguisher Brother to come back home and bang you really good, you can get off a little bit on the songs."

"Why, thanks, Angel. That's so thoughtful, and such a perfect gift. You know the old Susan wasn't into rock and roll, but I think the new Susan is going to love this." She puckered her lips, and Katherine bent forward, careful not to smear the uneaten cum gobs and streaks on her mother's face and chest. They French kissed for quite some time. Half way through, Katherine started to scoop up cum gobs off of Susan and feed them to her. Then they passed the cum back and forth with their tongues until one of them swallowed. Though they didn't know the term, this was their first "snowball."

Alan and Amy just looked at each other and smiled. They remained sitting on the bed and patiently let Katherine and Susan share a special moment. But before the kisses ended, Amy suddenly got up and rushed out of the room. She held up a hand as she left, making it clear to Alan that she planned on coming right back.

Katherine pulled away and said, "You're going to especially need the music to get you through tomorrow, Mom. Because, as we discussed before, tonight is your night, and tomorrow Alan has a lot of catching up to do with me, Amy, and Suzanne. That is, if there's anything left of him after you're done with him."

Alan said confidently, "Nah. Sis, the question you should ask is will there be anything left of Mom after I'm done fucking her!" His energy waxed and waned all evening, but now he was reviving and feeling good.

Katherine nodded, as did Susan. "You're probably right. Don't worry, Mom. We'll all help nurse you back to health after Alan fucks you within an inch of your life."

"Thanks, Angel. I think we're all going to have to do a lot of that for each other from now on as Alan fucks us senseless, one after another. He's done things to me tonight that you wouldn't believe! I've never seriously been fucked before now. Heck, I'm basically a vaginal virgin, thanks to your limp-dicked gay father."

Alan corrected, "We don't call him 'father' any more. He's just Ron."

"Right. But even with my inexperience, I gather Alan here has reached a whole new level of fucking prowess. My own son has essentially deflowered me. Isn't that delicious? So watch out, Daughter. And thanks for the great gift. But speaking of helplessly writhing beneath our insatiable family fucking machine, don't you have somewhere else to go, Angel? Like, oh, right about now? We have certain things to do here."

Susan smiled a warm smile as she said this, but she nonetheless did mean it most insistently.

"Sorry, Mom. I'll get going in a sec. But I think Amy is getting something. And I hear her running up the stairs right now."

They all waited a few more moments until Amy came bounding back into the room. Meanwhile, Katherine and Susan's mouths and fingers worked on cleaning the rest of the cum off of Susan's face and chest.

Amy was breathless when she arrived, and was initially unable to do anything other than double over and recover for a bit. But the others could see that she carefully hid something behind her.

"M'kay," she said, as soon as she could talk. "I loved the gift from Sis. ... I hope she makes me a copy. ... But... I didn't think to have a gift of my own..." She paused longer to breathe, and shot a frown at Katherine. She wished her new sister had shared the gift idea. She continued, "However, I thought and thought just now, and came up with an idea. Actually, it's just some boring old stuff I just stole from the kitchen, so I'm really a thief giving you back your own stuff!" She giggled. "But remember that it's the thought that counts. Are you ready?"

The others nodded and spoke in the affirmative.

"M'kay. But don't get mad if this is silly or not good enough. It's just kind of an idea. Two ideas, actually."

She pulled one hand around. It held a bowl of ice.

The others all looked extremely confused about that.

"Don't you see?" she said, worrying that her gift wouldn't go over well. "I figure you still have the blindfold in here. Alan, Brother, imagine what would happen if you blindfold Mom and put an ice cube on her in some strategic place? You slowly slide the ice around, bring it to a new spot, and then another... I think you're gonna make her really, really, really happy. Don't you think?" She looked even more worried, doubting her idea.

Alan smiled broadly. He got it now. "Aims, that's a great idea! Very impressive! That's what I call thinking on your feet. I never even thought of using ice for sex before, even after that great chocolate incident with Mom. You remember that, Mommy?"

"Of course, Tiger. How could I ever forget? Whenever I see any chocolate product now, I get hot thinking about it. And this ice idea is great. We should act on this before those ice cubes all melt. Hint, hint."

"M'kay, Mom," Amy said, greatly relieved that her idea was a success. "But I have another gift, too. Here it is. In fact, it was the chocolate frosting thingy that made me think of both of these things." She pulled her other hand from behind her back, and revealed that she was holding a can of whipped cream. She had no doubts now, and beamed with happiness.

That got a lot of appreciative ooh's and ah's while they all thought how Alan and Susan could decorate each other's bodies with the cream.

Alan took charge of the conversation. "Great gifts, Amy. And equally great gift, Sis." He was careful to parse out praise equally. "Oh, but about that CD cover art. Since I'm the so-called 'man of the house' now, I'm going to lay down a rule. The videos and pictures from the video monitor STAY on the computer that runs that system, period. No more printed photographs of any kind, until I say so. Is that clear? It's like what I was saying about Amy's drawing earlier. Great idea, a lot of love behind it, but it's just too risky. Do you want to ruin the perfect world we've created with one security breach?"

The others all shook their heads no, chastened. But Susan said, "Tiger, I agree completely, but can I please just keep this CD cover? It was made by Katherine with so much love, and it'll remind me of that perfect moment we shared."

Alan grumbled. "Well.... Okay. But just that. Nothing more! And that's final!" He thought to himself, I have a real bad feeling about this. If someone sees that CD, we're majorly screwed. "Sex Slave Mix" with a picture of Mom on it? Not good! I really should put my foot down...

Susan attacked him with a series of kisses. He stood still, trying to act stern, like he thought a "man of the house" should. But her affection quickly got to him, and he felt his penis start to rise. The timing was perfect, as his penis was only now coming out of its overly sensitive stage.

However, Amy and Katherine just stood there, watching the kisses. Then, a cough came from the door. All heads turned, and they discovered Suzanne standing there, naked. She was more sweaty and drenched in love juices than anyone, and that was saying a lot at this point. Her crotch was especially drenched.

Alan exclaimed, "Jesus Christ, Mother! What happened to you? You've been all alone, haven't you? Talk about an exciting masturbation session! You're a goopy work of art."

Suzanne thought about that. In fact, she'd just come from playing with the extremely leaky Brenda, and specifically, she and Brenda had been practicing what Suzanne liked to call the "nether lips kiss" - rubbing their pussies together. But Alan's assumption that she'd been alone reminded her not to mention anything about their new, overly busty maid. She gamely lied, "Ah, well, that's what the video monitor will do to you. It's better than real life. I can go back and relive all of today's best moments even while we're recording new ones." She hoped Alan wouldn't notice that the cum on her was thick and juicy, nearly like male cum, since that was another unusual thing about Brenda.

Alan looked at the others, but no one seemed puzzled by Suzanne's appearance (since they all assumed she'd been with Brenda). But he couldn't help but say to her, "But Mother, that's just not possible, all that cum. I mean..."

Thinking on her feet, Suzanne came up with the explanation, "I have an evening's worth of several women's cum on me." That quieted Alan. "But that's not what brings me here," she quickly continued. "I've come to collect these two naughty teens. I'm beginning to think they're not ever going to go unless I drag them out on their asses."

Amy replied saucily, "You can do anything you want to my ass, Mother." She was still in a very anally focused mood after what she'd done with Brenda.

Suzanne just smiled enigmatically. "We'll see about that. Now, scoot, you two. Git!" She made shooing motions with her arms.

The two teen girls finally walked out of the room, blowing friendly kisses to Alan and Susan along the way. As Amy walked out the door she said to Katherine, "You see, Sis? I told you he'd love my drawing! I just knew it."

Suzanne still stood there, looking at Alan and Susan. "They sure gave you some nice gifts, didn't they?"

Alan replied, "They did, but don't worry that you didn't get us anything, because you already brought us the best gifts of all: your great sexy advice. It's really all your special tips and techniques that's pushed the sex to another level tonight. So thanks."

Suzanne flashed an extra sexy and knowing smile. "Oh, but you're wrong to assume. I did get you a gift. Actually, it's something I'd been waiting to give Susan when the right moment came up, but this seems as good as any. And you'll get a kick of it too, Sweetie, I'm sure. I've left it downstairs on one of the living room sofas so Susan can surprise you with it."

"Excellent!" Alan said, rubbing his hands together. "Suzanne, Mother, you blow me away. I'm going to have to do something really special for you."

Suzanne bounced up and down a little in excitement. In fact, her bouncing had more to do with her desire to show off her jiggling boobs than any excitement over her "gift." There seemed to be a part of her brain dedicated to the sole task of scheming how to show her body off sexily, twenty-four hours a day. She said, "Oh, goody. Does that mean I get to stay? That would be special. Whipped cream. Mmmm! I could use some of that."

Alan laughed. "No. You're just as bad as Amy and Katherine! But there's more where that whipped cream can came from. You and I can check it out tomorrow. But now, please. The ice is really starting to melt."

"Okay. Poo." Suzanne was really enjoying herself, even if she couldn't take part. It does feel better to give than to receive, sometimes. This is the scene, this no holds barred sex between everyone, that I've been working for and dreaming about so long. I should enjoy it and revel in my victory, instead of fretting about my dignity all the time.

Alan turned to Susan. "I wonder what this gift is? What do you think, Mommy?"

"Oh, I think I have an idea. She's been dropping some hints." She smiled enigmatically.

"Dang. I'm almost tempted to go downstairs right now and find out. Actually, I haven't had dinner yet, tonight, now that I think about it. I'm starving!"

"Tiger!" Susan exclaimed with shock. "I'm so sorry! I completely forgot. Needless to say, I've had some other things on my mind."

"Mommy, if it's fucking you vs. eating, I choose to starve to death."

That got a very happy smile from Susan. She felt warm and fuzzy inside, and it wasn't just from the feeling of her son's cum sloshing around inside her belly.

Suzanne started towards the door, so Alan looked up and said, "Mother, I love you." He knew she loved her new "mother" name.

"I love you too, both of you! Amy and I are going to go home now because it is a school night. Don't stay up too late!" Suzanne winked and sauntered off. She made sure to give an extra swish to her bare, sweaty, pussy-juice-soaked butt. She dripped with every step, which was just one more thing helping to spread the smell of sex throughout the whole house. She closed the door behind her.

Alan and Susan were finally alone.

CHAPTER 14

Susan exclaimed, "I love them all, but thank goodness!" She ostentatiously licked her lips. "Mmmm. Just me and my Tiger. Finally!"

As Alan said, "I know what you mean," Susan's hands reached for his penis. She said, "I was afraid to get this big boy started while they were here, or they really would never have left. But now it's just you and me and..." she looked down at his erect penis and smiled. Her hands flew up and down its wetness, making sexy squishy noises.

But then she remembered he hadn't eaten. "Should we do this later? I could cook up something quickly."

Alan motioned to Amy's gifts that had left within arm's reach. "For now, I'd love to just subsist on ice cubes and whipped cream. And cum, of course."

"Oh, yes! Sweetie! Me too! You have to fuck me so good now! I'm so ready! I'll get the blindfold." She reached for the blindfold on the floor at the edge of the bed with one hand, and kept her other hand pumping her son's penis.

"Okay, but this ice is just the perfect thing for driving you mad while delaying your orgasms. Remember that you can't cum until I say so."

"Oh dear. I forgot that already. Okay! That'll be painfully fun. But only if you fuck me... Let's see.... You still have six more times to go tonight to reach ten!"

Alan groaned, but in a good way. "Six more? Dear mother of God! Someone give me strength!"

He dove back into the bounty of his mother's body. His penis was very erect, but still too sensitive for him to want more rough fucking. So they just played around some more for a while.

Alan was in the middle of eating out Susan's pussy when Katherine knocked on the door. He growled, "Sorry, we don't want any!"

But Katherine was persistent. She said through the door, "I know, sorry to bug you. But it's your friend Sean on the phone. He says he absolutely has to talk to you. It's a matter of life or death!"

With a heavy sigh, Alan said, "Okay, fine. This had better be good, though." He picked up the phone next to the bed. Katherine remained outside the door.

"Sean. What is it?"

His friend said through the phone, "Alan! Dude! You'll never believe it! The most fucking incredible, amazing, gob-smackingly, mind-blowing experience has happened to ME! I just got back from Xania's in L.A., and holy shit! What a woman! I just had to call and say thanks! A million thanks!"

Alan was happy for his friend, and would have been a whole lot happier if they'd talked at a different time, but now he was more chagrined to be interrupted. "No problem. But this is the emergency?"

He looked over at Susan, who patiently was waiting for him, mostly. However, her hands were getting increasingly frisky. Alan thought, "Sean, I'd love to talk, but I'm in the middle of fucking my mother right now. Can I call you later?" As if I could ever say that!

Sean exclaimed, "Sorry, dude, I know it's late and everything, but I just had to tell somebody, and you're the only one I can tell! I'm so wiped out, but so HIGH ON LIFE! DUDE!"

Alan laughed a little and thought, I know EXACTLY how you feel. One of his hands lazily drifted from Susan's tits down to her clit and bush while her hands explored all over his chest. "That's great, Sean, but let's talk tomorrow. I'm really busy." Fucking my mom! I can't get over even thinking that! "Let's talk tomorrow at school. I've got even more plans for you. Goodnight."

Before Alan could disconnect, Sean raved, "Even more? No way! You're beyond god-like! Tell me they involve Heather! I'm doing all of this for Heather, you know. I have to be worthy for her."

Alan thought, And that's exactly the "please let me lick your feet" attitude that completely bores her, my friend. She shouldn't even question whether you're worthy of HER, you have to keep her scrambling to remain worthy of YOU. But you're so far from that that you wouldn't even understand it if I were to explain it to you. I hope Xania was able to at least make some headway on changing your approach to Heather, but I fear not.

Susan nibbled on Alan's ear right next to the phone. She knew it would make him nervous, and enjoyed seeing him squirm a little.

Alan wanted to get off the line right away, before he made some sensual moans that would make Sean wonder. He said, "Relax, Dude. Tomorrow. Get some rest. Bye." He hung up before Sean could go on even more enthusiastically.

He looked at Susan while smiling from ear to ear for his friend. "That's Sean for ya. It's so much better to give than to receive, don't you think, Mommy?"

Susan wasn't in much mood to talk. His hand that had drifted to her clit stayed there, and was really working her. She made a loud "MMMM!" through clenched teeth, but Alan doubted it had anything to do with what he'd been saying. Her mouth drifted down from his ear and nibbled gently along his neck.

Alan was worked up, but his penis still wasn't ready for fucking, so he suggested, "I think it's time for the ice, Mommy. Don't you?"

"Yes! So good!" She was practically climaxing already, and they'd hardly even started.

Alan had her put her blindfold back on, so she wouldn't have any idea what he'd do next. He said, "Lay down and keep still. Don't move an inch unless I explicitly tell you to."

She gladly got into position. "Yes! What kind of naughty things will you force your mother to do now?"

He picked up the bowl of ice cubes and set them on the bed right next to Susan's hips. The top ice cubes were mostly melted by now, but he was able to dig deeper into the bowl and find some that were wet but hadn't lost much of their shape. He just held one over Susan's left breast. Almost immediately, a drop of the ice-cold water fell from the cube down to her enormous boob. He'd been hoping to hit her nipple, but just missed. But that didn't matter much.

Susan arched her back and groaned with tremendous lust. "Good Lord! Soooo so cold! Oh! Chills! You give me chills!"

Alan didn't respond. He figured the silent treatment would help her focus all her senses on the ice. He waited until she'd mostly recovered then held the ice cube over her chest again. A few seconds passed, and another drop fell down, this time a perfect bulls eye right on the middle of her nipple.

"OH! AARGH! Jesus! Alan, what are you doing to me? So cold, but so good!" Her hands repeatedly started to go to her cold breasts, but she stopped them each time and forced her hands to cling to the bed sheets.

He smiled, and thought, This is too much fun, and I'm barely getting started. Why ARE most guys such horrible lovers? It's not like an ice cube costs any money or takes any effort. But let's see what else this can do. He picked up another cube with his other hand and held it over his mother's well-fucked pussy.

Another icy drop fell onto her left tit, causing a great shriek. But almost immediately afterwards, a drop from the other cube fell onto her pussy lips. He'd been aiming for her clit, but figured the lips were nearly as good.

"AAAAIIIIEEE! Oh no! I'm cumming! CUUUUMMMIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG! OOOOOHHHHH!..." She screamed and screamed.

Alan took the ice cubes away, amused that a few drops of cold water could cause so much pleasure. Once she'd more or less calmed down, he said, "Do you remember what I told you about warning me when you're going to cum. You've been bad again," he said in a taunting voice.

"I'm sorry! It's just that you control my body so well and so completely... I can't resist. Will you forgive me?"

He held a cube just over her right nipple now, and said, "No. Not until you've paid with a spanking." He watched a drop form, and timed the word "spanking" with the fall of the drop. That caused another great scream.

He thought, This is SOOO easy! Ice is awesome. Even better than chocolate frosting. Look at the way her whole body arches forward to eagerly meet the next drop, even while a part of her can't take it. "Mommy, raise your arms. Now. Pin your hands behind your head."

"Yes, Son. Mommy must obey. She just has to obey her well-hung son and service him or she gets a long, hard, naughty spanking!" It seemed that the mere idea of getting a spanking practically caused her to go off again.

With her arms now locked behind her head, he placed an ice cube on her underarm, and rubbed it along her skin. He knew that was one of her most sensitive areas.

She gritted her teeth and tried not to scream, but couldn't hold it in, and gave out a sort of panting scream. Her chest was heaving mightily now, a sight he always loved to view.

Alan picked up an ice cube in each hand and began rubbing them all over. He tried to always do the unexpected, and touch her anywhere and everywhere. It seemed that he could do no wrong; it was as if her whole body was one giant erogenous zone. More than once, Susan arched her back at an almost painful angle and screamed in delight.

But the process of her arousal took time, because she was careful now to warn him about her need to cum, so whenever she got too close, he'd have to stop and wait. He periodically changed ice cubes when the ones in his hands melted away to nothingness.

Meanwhile, his penis was throbbing so hard that it was practically bouncing around on its own. It also seemed unusually hot. He got up and sat in between his mother's stretched out legs. He pressed his penis against her wet inner thighs, causing her yet more delirious delight. Then, while pressing his hot penis up against one thigh, he pressed an icy cube against the same spot on the other thigh. Then the ice cube and his penis switched sides.

This was almost too much for her. Her whole body trembled, but she just managed to stave off another great orgasm. She mumbled, "Hot and cold, cold and hot, too much! Too much!"

While Alan silently waited, he held an ice cube in one hand and his penis in the other, and thought, What the heck? He drew the ice along the length of his penis and was shocked at the unpleasant yet very arousing sensation that caused. His penis was so hot that he half-seriously expected to see smoke rising from the clash of temperatures. This ice is too much! Too think that I've masturbated for years, and never tried this out! Though I guess it is a lot more arousing when you're sitting inches from your own mother's steaming and hungry pussy, heh-heh.

While Susan was still recovering, he repeatedly lathered his penis with ice until it was quite cold. Then, sensing she was ready, without warning he held her mouth open with one hand and put an ice cube inside it with the other. That seemed to turn her on a lot, so he rubbed another one all over her lips then put it in.

She shuddered. "Ice chills! Ice chills! My whole insides! Freezing!"

That gave him an idea. He pried open her pussy lips and pressed an ice cube inside it. He had no idea if that was going too far, but he figured that if some women could fit a Coke bottle inside, one ice cube wouldn't do any harm.

Susan's hips writhed and her rack heaved and wobbled even more than before. "NOOOOOO! Cold! Cold, cold, cold! Oooh!"

But Alan was feeling very naughty. He pressed his cold penis up against her nether lips and shoved it in deep. He briefly felt the rapidly melting ice cube on the inside as his penis shoved it deeper within her body, sliding it right past the entrance of her cervix and then deeper into her vagina. At the same time, he took another ice cube and pressed it down on her clit.

The resulting scream as her climax hit was something to behold. Alan had only started stroking his penis in her, but her seeming never-ending climax gripped his penis so hard and kept rhythmically squeezing it that he lost control before he could think to use his PC muscle trick. But he didn't mind that much, as his penis badly needed the release and a lot of friction would have just made it feel even more raw.

After some time passed, Alan took Susan's blindfold off. He rather tenderly ran an ice cube around her lips. She loved it, but whimpered, "No more, please, no more. Uh! Rest. Mommy needs rest!" So he merely ran the cube around her ear and neck a little, causing her to shudder yet again, but then left her alone.

She looked up at him after a minute or two of rest, and said, "Son? Just one question. Let's not joke about death by fucking. Is it possible to kill someone through really, really excellent fucking? Because even though I'm only thirty-seven, I'm seriously frightened about a heart attack. You had me SO HIGH! My heart is still pounding like a drum. Each fuck is practically better than the last, though nothing beats that whole body orgasm. Wow. I had no idea. No idea! How can two people make each other feel so good? Why doesn't everybody fuck all day long?"

"Mom, you have to realize I'm giving this my complete all, and throwing in every trick in the book. Later, we'll have more ordinary fucks. This is super intense. I don't think I could take much more of this, either. It's like running an emotional and physical marathon, and then running another one, and another. Although, I have to admit these last couple of fucks have been much easier on me than on you. I think the next one should be nice, slow, and romantic. Don't you think?"

"Mmmm. Yummy. That sounds like paradise. But can it wait a while? I'm like a wet noodle. I can barely move my arms."

"No problem. Even though I didn't get much sleep last night on the trail, I don't think I'm going to get much tonight, either. Tonight you and I are going to sleep in the same bed for the first time." He gave her a very loving kiss on the lips.

He looked at her face and was surprised to see tears falling.

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

"No. You said something so right. Ron is gone from my life, and now you're going to share my bed and take his place. It makes me so happy, even though I know you'll be sleeping with and fucking your sister probably half the nights. It's almost like we're husband and wife. My own son!"

For some reason that particularly aroused Alan. His penis twitched, struggling between extreme mental arousal and the biological necessity to occasionally recover. He thought, This may be a peak evening, and doing things for the first time is always extra special, but I will never, ever get bored with this. I thought that after seeing so many women naked so many times a day, it would start to get a little boring after a while. But no! I even get hard seeing Kim or Joy bending over to pick something up. If anything, I just get more aroused than ever before! And no wonder, with the sexy stuff everyone is always telling me alone! Wow!

"Any thoughts?" Susan asked, rather curious.

He shook free of his train of thought and said, "A couple. One, you're so sexy and lovable that I'll never get tired of you. Don't ever worry about that. Two, there's only one thing marring my evening. I'm ready to eat a horse, and man cannot live on pussy juice and ice cubes alone. Why don't I go downstairs and fix myself a snack while you have a little rest?"

She gave him a loving look, even though she was a bit disappointed. She was fishing for a reaction with her "husband and wife" comment, but he didn't bite. Defeated on that point, she closed her eyes, and said, "Okay."

Alan stood up and picked up the bowl of now mostly melted ice cubes. He was struck by how wet Susan and the sheets were, from just a couple of cubes. It looked like someone had poured several glasses of water all over her.

He belatedly realized how sweaty he was and ran one of the few remaining cubes across his forehead. That felt good. He experimentally ran one across one of his nipples. That felt even better. Hmm. It'll be interesting to turn the tables and be the blindfolded ice victim one of these days. Why not? He ran the cube all around his upper torso, more as a sort of cleansing shower than anything.

But as he started to walk out of the room, Susan opened her eyes and bolted up. "Wait! The outfit!"

He froze and turned back. "Outfit? What outfit?"

"Um, never you mind. ... Well, I guess I have to tell you. Truth be told, Suzanne's gift is an outfit. But you don't need to know what kind just yet. You can't go downstairs because you'll see it and ruin the surprise! Just cuddle with me for a little while until I have the strength to join you."

"Tell you what. I'm starving to death. Suzanne said she left that in the living room, so I'll just close my eyes as I go down the stairs and go around the other hallway to the kitchen. I promise I won't peek. You trust me completely, don't you?"

Susan lay back down. "Of course. I trust you completely. Whatever you say. You're the man of the house, now."

"You keep saying that but I don't really know what it means. In any case, I'll be back in a little bit. Okay?"

"Okay. I don't want to go to sleep and miss much. I'll probably pretty myself up a little bit and join you down there in a while."

"Okay."

CHAPTER 15

Alan dutifully kept his eyes closed and felt his way along the walls all the way to the kitchen. He knew he wasn't alone by the smell of cooking before he got there. When he opened his eyes, he saw his sister standing in front of the stove, wearing nothing but an apron, just like Susan frequently liked to wear.

"Hey, Bro. How's the motherfucking going? Are you motherfucking hungry?"

He grinned. "Yep. I am motherfucking hungry, as a matter of fact. It's pretty motherfucking late. Are you cooking something for me? How did you know?" Delightful burning barbecue smells filled his nostrils.

"Well, Big Steel Rebar Brother, I could have known from watching the video monitor. But in fact that wasn't necessary because Suzanne told me on the way out. She was going to stay and cook if I wouldn't. But it's just you, me, and Mom now." Brenda had left with Amy and Suzanne, though she couldn't tell him that.

"Wow. Thanks. You're cooking my favorite stuff, too. Looks like you're making a whole feast."

"It is your night. And Mom's, too, of course. We were very forgetful not giving you food earlier."

He sat at the kitchen counter. "That's okay. I wouldn't change a thing. It's been non-stop greatness."

"I noticed."

He thought he detected more than a little jealousy in her tone of voice, but he let it slide.

Katherine had nearly finished cooking, so they soon sat down to eat. She knew he needed some down time, so they just talked about inconsequential, pleasant things and she didn't touch his penis. (Although, she couldn't help teasing him with her sexy body at every turn. She particularly loved to be the one wearing only an apron, for once.)

It was the first time Alan could contemplate what had happened this evening, away from Susan's intoxicating presence. As he made idle chatter with Katherine, inside he was repeatedly struck by the magnitude of what he'd done this evening. I've fucked my mother. I've really gone and done it. Fucked. My. Mother. ... Wild! That's just too wild! ... Hell, thanks to that Friday pact, I've now technically fucked my TWO mothers. ... Things will never be the same. For one thing, I'll always be different from everyone else now, a social deviant of sorts. And that's not to mention all my sister fucking, and everything else I've done! Even if my secrets stay secret, I'll always know that I'm different. Jesus! If people only knew... I can't even tell Sean, much less Peter or my other friends. Some of the other cheerleaders know about me and Katherine, but that's different. They just think we're playing around with a kind of "any port in a storm" attitude, when in fact, it's so much more. It's so profound. Sex has allowed Sis and I to connect on a deep level, and now, after tonight, my feelings for my mother have gone to an even deeper level that's beyond description. I feel like crying for joy just thinking about the way Mom feels for me. Such total, unconditional love! And not just from her, but from FOUR women! I'm so blessed. I'm not ashamed about any of it!

Katherine noticed a euphoric yet distant stare on her brother's face. She took one of his hands in hers and asked tenderly, "What you thinking about, Bro?"

He smiled at her blissfully. "I'm just thinking about how happy I am. And it's not just about sex with Mom. I'm so happy that you're my sister that I'm afraid I'm going to get all choked up and blubber like a baby."

She smiled, and tingles of pure happiness shot down her spine. "Wow! I'm going to have to cook you dinner more often!"

They both laughed, and he resumed eating.

About thirty or forty minutes later, Alan pushed his chair back and said, "Thanks, Big Breasticles Sis. That was really good."

She laughed at his breast lingo. She liked it more than the pussy lingo he'd tried to use before. "My pleasure. Hey, Mom. I think he's ready. You can come in now."

Alan was surprised at the "Hey, Mom" comment. He looked around quizzically, and didn't see any sign of his mother.

But a few moments passed and then Susan stepped in from the living room. Alan broke out in happy laughter upon seeing the outfit Suzanne had given her, because it was a new sex cow suit. Susan laughed too, because she could tell he was laughing with her, not at her.

"Hey, Mommy. You look great. What do you have to say to yourself?"

"Mooo! Mooo!" She'd been holding a big cowbell around her neck so it wouldn't jingle, but now she let go and jingled her way across the room, up next to him. She stretched and cavorted like some kind of cow-fixated, overeager go go dancer.

The others watched her little performance until she ran out of steam. She ended with a bow. Then they heartily clapped.

Alan said, "Wow, you look a lot better. I see you've showered. I still must stink something awful, although admittedly playing with the ice had to have helped some. Yuck."

Katherine disagreed. "Brother, normally it would be gross, yes, but tonight it just makes you smell so manly. Such a strong mix of sweat and cum. It's good to have you totally primal every once and a while. Don't you think, Mommy?"

She let out a "Mooo!" and nodded.

That got more laughs, but Alan said, "Okay, enough mooing. I like to talk to you. Come closer so I can feel your sexy cow ass." She did. "Oooh. This feels good." His hand strayed into her butt crack. He discovered that the long cow tail she wore was actually attached to a tightly held butt plug, and nothing more. He liked that, too.

He noticed that the rest of her outfit was quite curious, too. Her legs and arms were mostly covered with the cow patch pattern she loved so much. Her pussy and nipples were covered with the same kind of fabric, but only in the barest way technically possible. Thin straps not even as wide as her aureola ran over each breast and merged down at her clit. Then one strap ran deep up her ass crack - butt floss, Alan liked to call it - before heading straight back up to the back of her neck. As one of his hands slid under the strap and felt up her pussy, he said, "Tell me about these straps here."

"Isn't it the greatest?" Susan gushed. "Suzanne is so full of surprises. Every move I make rubs my nips and clit like you wouldn't believe, not to mention the butt plug for the tail, which feels so good! That's why I was jingling my bell and dancing back there. I practically got off, just from the bouncing! They pull SO TIGHT on all my favorite parts that it's unbelievable!"

Katherine joked, "Mom, now you know what I want for Christmas."

"I know, Angel! If one is forced to wear clothes, this is the way to go."

"I would hardly call those clothes," Alan snickered.

Susan got on her knees in front of him and said, "You can't ignore a sex cow's udders. Just in case you missed them and their need for milking, I'm going to milk you for a while." She scooted forward and encased his penis in her cleavage.

He was pleasantly surprised to discover his mother's boobs were already slicked up with some kind of fragrant oil. But, as he started thrusting away into her giant pillows, there was one thing he felt needed correcting. "Mom, I love how you please me."

"Pot calls the kettle black. You're the one who makes me die and go to heaven every day."

"Okay, we please each other. But please, please don't call cocksucking or titfucking or anything else you do to me a milking, okay?"

"Sure, Tiger, but why?"

"I dunno. I guess one thing that came to my mind on the trail kind of bugs me. My balls got so filled up with cum that I began to feel like I was a cow needing to be milked. You know how if a cow goes a day without getting milked, it's in agony? I was like that. I had no idea I could get backed up that quickly - practically half the food I eat must go into making more cum these days! But I don't get off on all the cow metaphor stuff like you do. It's kind of humiliating, like I'm a cum cow, and all the sexy attention lavished on me is just so women can milk me for my sweet semen."

"Awww, Tiger," Susan cooed as she slid her tits around his penis trapped between her fleshy mounds. "That's so not true. You know and I know that we'd love you just as much if your cum tasted something awful. Don't you remember both of us seduced you even before we knew what you tasted like? In fact, if your seed tasted like cod liver oil I'd swallow just as much as before, just to show my love for you. That's what we really want from you: we crave your love."

"Me too, Bro," Katherine agreed. "The great taste of cum is just an unexpected bonus to all the other good stuff. I'd be in heaven from mere cuddling alone."

"Well, thanks, but I still feel funny. I mean, what if, God forbid, I went on a week's vacation instead of two days? Or a month? The fact is, I need my penis milked or emptied or whatever you want to call it, every day."

Susan didn't seem too concerned. Her soft but firm orbs squished around his penis while she replied, "Tiger, it's true you may be a sort of cow, but you're my cute, cuddly, tiger cow. At the same time, you're my big, studly bull. We have a mutual addiction, not of body fluids, but of great sexual joy. You need us. We need you. We've all discovered that sex is just about the best possible way to enjoy ourselves, and to share our love. Together we'll go through all of time helping each other out. We'll just have to make sure that you're never far from a willing and able sexy mouth, cunt, or ass. We'll never, ever let you go a week alone without us! I don't care what it takes and if you like it or not - I'm going to be by your side to help you."

Katherine chirped in, "Brother, true, it may be true that you could lose a little freedom and mobility, but isn't that a small price to pay, to always be surrounded by hot cunts? I know I'll never tire of you. Never. Expect to have your penis pumped at breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the rest of your life, if you want it, for starters. If Mom won't help that much, I certainly will. I want to have my own career, but I don't mind losing some freedom and mobility to be near you. If you think you can live in a different town than me, you've got another thing coming!"

He laughed. "Thanks. I can't imagine living away from either of you. That's a given. I hope Amy and Suzanne feel the same way."

Susan said, "I'm sure they do. So we won't call you a cow, because if you look around the room, I think we can all agree on who the sex cow is, no? And she doesn't just metaphorically need milking, she's got real milk starting to gush out of her udders." She winked. "Now, big bad Tiger, go ahead and ravage your defenseless moo cow mommy!"

"I think that can be arranged," he said, high on life. "Rrraggrr!" He attacked her like a tiger, pretending to claw and bite her.

They played around with each other. After a big tickle fight, they ended up on the floor. Alan was increasingly tired, so he just lay on the floor while Susan resumed titfucking. All this talk of milking got him thinking about her breasts and so he focused on those even when she took occasional breaks from titfucking him.

Katherine meanwhile, sat on the other side of the table in her apron, watching the incestuous lovers go at it. She'd started the evening as nothing but excited for her mother and brother. But jealousy had started to well up in her as she watched Alan give one incredible fucking for the ages after another, all evening long, and now resentful feelings were overwhelming her selfless ones. But she contained her jealousy from boiling over by thinking, Let Mom have her fun tonight. Tomorrow is MY day! From the moment Big Brother wakes up until the moment he falls asleep, I'm going to be there for him. Okay, maybe Amy and Suzanne will need their turns, too, but if Mom gets anywhere near touching him, she's going to feel my wrath!

There was only problem titfucking in their new lying down position: the cowbell around Susan's neck. It kept banging into Alan's penis with each upthrust, and irritated him with its constant clanging. But Susan loved it, and she said to Katherine, "Angel, you have to try wearing a collar like this! It really makes me feel like Tiger owns me! From now on, I'm going to wear it aaaaall the time!"

Alan frowned, and said, "Mom, sometimes you say submissive stuff that crosses the line from sexy to a bit scary. This ownership talk is just sexy talk, but sometimes you seem to be taking it seriously. Anyways, please don't wear that because you'll drive me mad with the bell."

"Oh. Sorry. It's just that I get so excited sometimes!"

"I noticed!" He shook his head in wonder.

They all laughed. But secretly Susan really did love the idea of being owned by her son. She wanted to treat him with a love, devotion, and loyalty beyond that of any relationship that had ever gone before.

They continued titfucking on the floor for some time until Susan had him teetering on the edge of a great climax. However, she wanted the next load inside her vagina. "This titfucking is wonderful for both of us, but what about my needy hole? Remember, being Master around here entails responsibilities as well as many, many, MANY sexual benefits. And your responsibility and benefit is to fuck me tonight until we both collapse from exhaustion. Obviously we can't go on with this intensity all the time, but tonight we'll do our best."

Alan stood up. "Agreed! Quick, let's find a bed! I wanna fuck my sex cow, and do it in a bed, 'cos I'll probably go straight to sleep afterwards. I could use a nap. I'm soooo worn out I can't even believe it."

Susan stood too. She could see Katherine was a bit peeved, so she brought up the sleeping arrangements issue in an attempt to please her. She spoke to her son, but her message was to her daughter: "None of this going back to your bed stuff, either, Tiger. From now on you'll never sleep alone again. I think it's only fair if your naked mothers and sisters take turns sharing your bed each night fucking and sucking you to sleep, but tonight you're all mine."

"Agreed, Mom. Mommy, actually - sorry that I keep using 'Mom.' It's such a hard habit to break. Agreed, Big Bumpers Sister?"

"Oh. Definitely!" She'd been worried that she'd end up getting less than half of the "sleeping rights," so that was a relief to hear. She wondered how often all three of them could sleep in the same bed, but figured they'd work that out later.

CHAPTER 16

Mother and son scurried back upstairs to Susan's master bed. It was soaked with cum stains, but they didn't mind. Tonight was the night for body fluids to flow without care.

Alan planted her in the middle of the bed, and said, "Okay, how would you like it?"

She put her hands in front of her like a dog begging with his paws up, and barked, "Woof! Woof!"

Alan laughed. "Talk about mixed animal metaphor messages, but okay." As he got into the doggy style position, for some reason he clearly recalled how Susan used to be prior to everyone's recent sexual transformations. He contrasted her former prudishness with her now barking "woof" while dressed in a sex cow outfit, and laughed out loud some more.

The plan was to take it nice and slow, and they did, for a while. But both of them were too worked up to keep it slow.

Alan got an unexpected surge of energy. They changed positions so he could get above her and really slam into her hard. He couldn't believe how much she inspired his lust. He ravaged her almost with the same vigor as the first time they'd done it that evening.

Before long, Susan was screaming, "Fucking split me in two! Fucking destroy me! Fuck your mother like you've never fucked anybody in your life! Oh, God! SO GOOD! Jesus Christ, this boy knows how to fuck his mommy!" She still had the butt plug tail in her, and was amazed how different and delightful that made the fucking feel.

All their earlier sex had taken its toll, and Alan's energy surge passed before either of them came. After a while, he was too exhausted to pound his mother's pussy very forcefully at all, and they switched to a slower, gentler style of lovemaking. But that too was good. He marveled to himself that everything seemed to just get better and better as the evening went on.

Finally, he felt his balls tighten once more and found that he was too tired to work his PC muscle. His cum load was smaller than it had been at the start of the evening, and more like a load from a typical male. But the remarkable thing was that he still had so much cum to give.

He slumped down over her back and breathed heavily into her neck, too exhausted to move or disengage himself from between her legs. Within a few moments, his penis was completely soft and fell out of the folds of her well-fucked hole.

They again just lay on the bed, panting. Susan seemed too tired to say anything, so Alan admired her backside for a while. She looked completely wiped out. Her hair was a disheveled mess, drool rolled down her chin, and somewhere along the way she'd lost her glasses.

After a while, he looked around and asked, "Hey, Mommy, where did your glasses go?"

She sat up in bed and tried to collect her wits a bit. She felt her forehead and exclaimed, "Why, I do believe you fucked them right off my head!" They laughed some at that.

"Hmm. I can't see them. Oh, here they are." He picked them up off of the floor. "First I fucked your pants off, and now I've fucked your glasses off. What'll I do next?"

He handed them back, and she put them on. "That's why I'm going to have to stay naked all the time, because you'll just fuck all my clothes off, anyway. But seriously, I think I'm going to need contacts from now on. This is like a full-on contact sport! The way Ron used to do me, I could have read a book at the same time."

"Mommy, please. Never mention that name again if you can help it. It's just you and me, now. Well, you and me, and the rest of our new family."

"Yes. But for the rest of the night, just you and me." She paused, then looked deep into his eyes. "My love."

Alan looked back, awed but the intensity of love coming from her. He thought for some moments, then said, "Mommy, I have kind of a strange question."

"Shoot."

"Why is it that you love me so much? Wait! I know what you're going to say, that I'm your son and it's only natural and so forth, but the intensity of love from you is so great, it's like the heat of the sun. Maybe my question should be: why do you love me so incredibly much? Is there something in your past I don't know about..."

Susan was lost in thought for a while, then sat up, looking him right in the eyes, and said, "Son, I was raised a very simple girl with very simple values back there on our small Nebraska farm. I believed in dreams, or you might even call them fairy tales. I loved all that corny stuff, like Cinderella and Prince Charming, and I still do. I completely fell for the dream of finding Mr. Right and living the perfect life with the white picket fence. But the few romantic relationships I had were complete disasters. Just look at your ... Ron, the biggest and most prolonged disaster of them all. I'd been so deeply unhappy with him for so many years that I'd resigned myself to the way things were, and given up on my dreams. I'd forgotten what real happiness was. Suzanne tried her best to help, but really, seeing you and Katherine grow up was the only thing that inspired me.

"Then you became my lover, and close to forty years of longing, frustration, and a sense of tremendous ... emptiness ... ended when that little Nebraska girl finally found a man who was worthy of all her dreams. I'm still a simple gal, and all I really want to do is to love and care for my dream lover, and have him love and care for me too. That's all that matters to me in life, that and loving and caring for my family. I guess I still am a hopeless romantic, and a dreamer, deep down. But now, tonight, my life is a dream come true! The two things that really matter to me, having a lover and having a family, now they're exactly one and the same! I can love my whole family in the way lovers do, and my lover is a part of my family! So my feelings are doubly strong. Then, when you made Suzanne and Amy part of my family? Oh my God! I'm on cloud nine every minute of the day!"

"Oh, Mommy, that's so beautiful. I'm going to work twice as hard before to live up to your high expectations. I love you so much. But ... sometimes you say things that are kind of scary, like a short while ago when you said you wanted a collar to help show how I own you. Being owned like a piece of property, it just seems so... I dunno, unromantic, for starters. I don't want that for you! How does that fit with what you're saying just now?"

"Tiger, I'm a sexual submissive, in case you haven't noticed already! That doesn't mean I want to be tortured, I'm not like that. But the more I feel possessed by another, the more it makes me feel loved, and bonded together to them. It gives me a sense of belonging. I get so much joy from serving others. Seeing you happy makes me happy. So happy! You have no idea what an emotional high it is when I see you cum and I see that expression of pure ecstasy on your face, knowing that I was the one who made you feel that good."

Alan smiled. He'd never felt so deeply satisfied and so in love. But he was also frisky, so he said playfully and facetiously, "No, I have no idea what you mean about that whole orgasmic ecstasy thing. I think we'll just have to fuck some more so I can cum again and we can test it out."

She lightly punched him. "Oh, you!"

They both laughed and delighted in being so close to each other.

Her brown eyes twinkled with mischief. "All right, mister, you asked for it. Let me see. You've shot your sperm in or on me six times already. Very impressive for so few hours, I must admit. But you still have four more times to go to make ten."

Alan looked at her incredulously. "You can't be serious! How can I possibly get aroused again? It'll take hours."

She looked past him and pointed to something near the foot of the bed. "You see that?"

Alan looked to where she was pointing and saw a can of whipped cream, the gift from Amy that they hadn't used yet. He cursed, "Jesus Christ! Fuck. I swear, there's a conspiracy afoot to keep me hard and fucking twenty-four hours a day."

"Could be," she winked conspiratorially. "Let's cover your cock completely in that tasty cream. Then I want to eat it all off and try a little bit of deep throating. I still have never done that right, but Suzanne has been teaching me with dildos and strap-ons."

"Jesus! What a night! It never ends!" He felt his penis already start to stir.

Susan just smiled, and fantasized about how good she'd soon be feeling. She could almost feel the pistoning and pounding already. As much as she'd been hopelessly devoted to her son before this night, she was twice as devoted to him now. She was so wiped out that she could barely move, but she knew they had all night. She looked forward to an alternation of sleeping and fucking until the both of them were simply unable to move a muscle.

Meanwhile, Katherine had gone down to the basement video monitoring room instead of back to her room to sleep. Her mind was a complicated mix of emotions, from pride at the sexual prowess of her brother, to love of her mother and happiness for her happiness, to resentment for being left out, to a deep and unsatisfied sexual need. She whispered to herself, Tomorrow. Tomorrow. That'll make it three fuckless days! Mom, please leave something of him for me for tomorrow, because Alan has not yet begun to fuck!

Had Alan known Katherine's thoughts, he would have been both pleased and disturbed. On the one hand, he was happy to give her and the others the solid fucking they deserved. He loved it. On the other hand, he was beginning to wonder whether, with so many women depending on him, he'd bitten off more than he could chew.

Several hours later, at two in the morning, Susan rolled over in bed and set the alarm clock. The two of them were simply as fucked out as two people can be, and she knew that it would be cruel to encourage Alan to give it another go considering that he had to go to school in a matter of hours. Not only that, but every muscle in her body ached from all the different positions Alan had fucked her in, and her pussy felt stretched and sore. Alan's penis finally looked "rested" in its soft state and his swollen balls had finally returned to normal size.

As her son snored next to her, she thought, Now that's how it should be: we shouldn't go to sleep at night until we've been properly fucked like this. I have no idea how many times I came, even with all this new and exciting climax control he made me go through, but I know I've never felt so good for so long. The whole night was one constant erotic and loving high! And as for him? Nine times. He came nine times! Not bad. Not bad at all! True, it wasn't the ten that I told him to aim for, but I'm frankly astonished he got so close in just one night. My son. What a beautiful, loving son. How lucky can a mother be? Tomorrow he's going to go to school and will hopefully fuck the best girls there. Then he's going to come home and fuck some more women. But am I jealous? No. I know that he loves me the best. He'll always come back to me, no matter what. I feel so sure about it now. We're soul mates. We're going to be together forever!