CHAPTER 1

Alan got into his mother's S.U.V. and they drove away from the high school. As soon as he closed the door, Susan, Amy, and Katherine all asked him at once how his meeting with Glory went.

Even though they talked over each other he gathered the gist of their questions and replied, "It didn't go great, but not terrible either. I guess I should be pleased, considering how it could have gone. She called a halt to anything romantic or sexual for the time being, but I expected that. The good news is, she still wants to try to be friends. And she's going to try to help me get some things in my life back in order. Mom, as amazing as last night was, we can't go on like that for long. We still have to deal with real life. School! Friends! I can't just give up everything for sex. Glory is necessary for my sanity."

They would have liked to talk about that some more, but Alan was tired of talking. In fact, he was tired all around. He'd been riding on emotional adrenaline all during his talk with Glory, but now that it was over, his body was ready to crash. He rolled his seat back and prepared to sleep but as he closed his eyes, Susan said, "Tiger, this may seem like a strange question, but what would you think if Brenda had sex with her son, Adrian? Would you approve?"

He opened his eyes, puzzled. "Mom, why are you asking me that?"

"Mommy, please."

"Sorry. Mommy, why?"

"Suzanne asked me to ask you. I think Brenda really wants to do it with him, but she doesn't want to do it unless you approve first. She kind of considers herself..." Susan struggled for something to say that wouldn't ruin the surprise with Brenda they had planned for Wednesday night. "Uh, let's say... She has a kind of sexual loyalty to you."

"Well, she can do what she wants. I'm not her keeper."

"But if you were. Would you still approve?"

Though his head was aching, he gave it some thought. The thought that Adrian was Brenda's flesh and blood son gave him only momentary pause. He'd long ago reasoned that if Susan were his actual biological mother he wouldn't have changed a thing, so why should it be any different with Adrian? "Yeah. I suppose. After all, if I was Adrian and I had a mother as hot as Brenda, I sure as hell would want to fuck her. ... Hell, what am I talking about? I DO have a mother as hot as Brenda and then some, and I AM fucking her!"

Susan giggled like a schoolgirl, pleased as punch with his compliment. "What a charmer!"

Alan pondered a bit more, even as his eyelids felt heavy and he closed them. "I don't know, thinking in general, with Brad it's different. I guess when it comes to Suzanne I feel more possessive, and if her son doesn't even see how desirable she is, he doesn't deserve her. As you know, Suzanne's been over at Brenda's place a couple of times in the past week and has actually met him. She told me that Adrian drools at the mere mention of Brenda's name. So more power to him. He should get what he's most desired for years."

"That's good, dear," Susan said. "You're so wise. I think mommies should always fuck their sons, unless they've completely promised their cunts to special masters in the way Suzanne has."

But Alan had trouble paying attention. He mumbled, "I can't believe we're talking about this kind of stuff as we drive through town." But seconds later he fell asleep.

Susan waited a couple of minutes to make sure he was asleep, and then called Brenda on her cell phone. "Brenda? Good news! He gives the thumbs up!" She smiled while listening to screams of happiness. "He says it's only right that a mother as hot as you should fuck her son. He's so wise. I've got to go and call Suzanne to tell her. ... Oh, you're going to call her now? Tell her for me then, okay? ... See you later. And congratulations, you sonfucker, you!"

As soon as they got home, Alan woke up, but only to go straight to his room and promptly sleep some more. The sex with Susan had taken a tremendous amount out of him, emotionally and physically, and the events of the day had been stressful. Everyone could see that he needed more rest.

After Alan went to sleep, the rest of his new family - Amy, Katherine, Susan, and Suzanne - gathered in the dining room. (Brenda had been fulfilling her new maid duties at the Plummer house most of the day. Suzanne had the task of driving Brenda home while Susan waited to pick up her children from school. Then Suzanne returned to the Plummer house not long after Susan did.) They were all dressed in casual but not particularly revealing clothes, since Alan was fast asleep.

Katherine, rather surprisingly, took charge of the group's agenda. "None of you have seen as clearly as I have how ragged Alan has been today. It's just not fair that he had to go to school after fucking his first mother so thoroughly, but he did, and it's too late to change that. It's been one thing after another for him. He just had a really emotionally trying meeting with Glory, and now he's supposed to turn around and take care of the whole Dr. Fredrickson problem? I don't think so. That's just cruel. I have two suggestions. Either we postpone the Dr. Fredrickson plan to later in the week, or better yet, we implement it ourselves. Alan has just had too much on his plate. Let's wake him with the pleasant surprise that the whole doctor problem has been handled, by us!"

This idea was met with doubtful faces.

So Katherine further exhorted them, "Come on! What's the problem? Think about it. Alan has done nothing but give, give, give. He's tried so hard to please us that he's like the living dead. We've selfishly taken load after load of his precious, potent sperm. We've taken one glorious cocksuck, fuck, and anal reaming from him after another. Yet what have we given back to him in return? Hardly anything! We may all be his harem nymphos now, but that doesn't make us completely helpless. Helpless to resist his tasty, hard, thick, throbbing cock, yes, but we're otherwise still capable, independent people; are we not? Can't we show some initiative and give him a great surprise? Who's with me?"

Suzanne stood up. "I'm with you. I still haven't seen him today, but if he's half as bad as everyone says he is, he needs his rest. Yet the appointment with Dr. Fredrickson starts shortly, at four o'clock. Let's not keep this Sword of Damocles hanging over our collective heads even one more day. How dare a doctor spy on his own patients for sexual gratification! If we cancel the appointment, who's to say he might not try another approach to bed Susan, his apparent main target? This kind of scheming is right up my alley, plus we already have a plan we worked out with Alan in advance. We just have to put it into motion. It'll work just as well if he's there or not."

Susan asked, timidly, "But what if something goes wrong? For instance, what if Dr. Fredrickson gets violent? He's a large man."

Suzanne answered, "Susan, for one thing, I'm trained in self-defense, as you know. If any guy ever tries to mess with me, he's in for a big surprise. And as for you, you might not have any training, but you have something even better: that feisty, motherly, Susan spirit. When somebody gets on your bad side, and especially if they're threatening your children, oh boy, watch out. In the immortal words of Mr. T, 'I pity the fool!' Plus, Katherine is the bait, so that leaves us Amy, too. There's three of us against one of him, and you'd better believe we're coming in armed with mace and pepper spray. We've got Katherine and Akami as backup within screaming distance, too, so they can always come running. Not only will he not be able to overpower us, he won't even be able to give us the slip. I guarantee it."

She continued, "Lately I've been a bit sluggish in the scheming department, but today, I feel good! The more I think about this, the more I think Katherine is spot on. We can handle anything that comes up. It's five of us against one of him, if we include Akami. Six on one with Alan would be nearly the same."

Amy stood up too. "I'm with my mother and sister. Let's show some spunk! Alan will really like that." She pumped a fist into the air. "Girl power!"

So they all agreed to do it. Susan was the most reticent as she was very frightened by public confrontations and felt much safer with Alan by her side, but Suzanne as usual knew just what to say to calm her fears. They left a note and a cell phone number by Alan's bed in case he woke up early, and rode off.

CHAPTER 2

Alan had discussed what to do with the others on Friday afternoon, and while he was gone over the weekend Susan and Suzanne had discussed it some more with Akami by phone. Alan had been informed of the latest developments in the plan by Susan during some of their quieter moments on Sunday night, and had given the thumbs up. The plan was simple: use Katherine as a lure to get Dr. Fredrickson watching, then have the others burst into his office and catch him in the act. The key was to pretend that they'd discovered him accidentally, and keep Akami's involvement in the plot a secret. After all, in all likelihood she'd have to continue working with the bad doctor to pay off her debts and student loans.

They all arrived in one car together, but Katherine walked in alone while the others stayed in the car. The doctor's receptionist had gone home, which was always the case with these after hours sexual appointments, but Akami was waiting for Katherine in the waiting room, and let her in. They both silently nodded to each other, confirming the plan was still on.

The plan was for Katherine and Akami to get Dr. Fredrickson so excited watching them on the video monitor from his office that he'd literally get caught with his pants down. The office was on the ground floor of an office complex and right in front of a parking lot, so Akami was to signal the others waiting in the car about when to come in. However, Katherine didn't like the idea of having any other male but Alan see her doing anything intimate, so the trick was to get the doctor aroused without actually doing or showing much.

Akami knew all of that, but she didn't know Katherine directly except from talking to her about this scheme on the telephone. So the two of them spent some time just talking, going through the motions of a normal medical examination, while they found their comfort zones and confidence. They both figured that Dr. Fredrickson was getting impatient watching and hearing them through the video feed in the next room, waiting for the action to begin. He'd cancelled all his regular appointments from three-thirty onwards with the hope of watching some hot lesbian fun between Katherine and Akami, so their completely normal behavior was bound to rankle him.

Akami began the examination with a very serious and poker-faced demeanor, treating Katherine impersonally as if she was any other patient. So at first they just chatted about inconsequential things while Akami pretended to fill out some forms. However, slowly but surely, things began to heat up between them. It helped that Katherine was dressed in surprisingly revealing clothing, considering that she was outside the Plummer house. She wore very short, red latex shorts and a white tank top.

After checking some basic vital signs and reflexes, Akami got out her stethoscope and said, "Miss Plummer, I should check your heartbeat. It would probably be best if you change into the dressing gown from this point on."

But Katherine didn't want Dr. Fredrickson to see her nakedness, so she said, "Like I said before, I'm too shy to wear one of those. Why, those things are so revealing that I might as well be completely naked! Is that what you want, to see me strutting around totally nude?" She imagined the doctor watching and thinking, "Yes! Yes!"

Akami smiled, realizing the game was on. "Suit yourself. I'll have to slip this cold, metal stethoscope underneath your shirt then, to get a good reading."

"Oh no. I guess I'll have to remove my bra. This is so embarrassing." She slid her bra off; the shirt she wore was hardly any bigger.

Akami brought the stethoscope up to her chest. "Again, I should warn you this is going to feel unpleasantly cold."

"That's okay, my nipples are already hard as bullets anyways. That must be from the air conditioning."

Akami began probing under the shirt with the scope. "We don't have the air conditioning on."

Katherine forced herself to blush, and even held a hand over her forehead, as if swooning.

"What?" Akami asked.

"Well, I just hope you don't think the reason I'm getting all aroused, uh, I mean the reason why my nipples are so erect, is because of you, Ms. Fubuki. It's not that I'm fantasizing about such a beautiful woman as you exploring all my private places. Really, I'm not!" She thought, That should get Dr. Fredrickson's pants down, if they aren't already, heh-heh!

"I didn't say that," Akami said defensively, while she pressed the round surface of the stethoscope against Katherine's left nipple.

"I know you didn't. Sorry, it's just that I'm so embarrassed about these kinds of matters. I've never been with a man before." She then added significantly, in a voice dripping with sex, "Or a woman."

Akami wasn't really sure how to answer that. She continued to explore under Katherine's tight and thin shirt with the stethoscope, but spent more time rubbing it over the nipples than actually holding it against the skin to measure Katherine's pounding heart beat.

Finally, she finished. "Your heart seems fine. And you have very healthy, uh, lungs."

"Nah, you're just saying that because you have nothing good to say about my tiny boobs."

"Tiny? Miss Plummer, your breasts are positively huge! You want to see small ones? Take a look at mine. They're only B cups, whereas I'm sure you're a size D, at the very least." Akami removed her lab coat and unbuttoned her blouse in order to illustrate the size comparison. "See?"

"I see. But Ms. Fubuki, they're so proud and perky. They may be smaller than mine, but they're way nicer."

"Perky? That's just because of this bra. You see? When I take the bra off, they sag horribly." Akami didn't mind taking her bra off for the voyeuristic doctor, since he'd been her lover until now. Needless to say, her boobs didn't sag, but it served as a good excuse to remove more clothing. However, she put her lab coat back on and wore it loosely, to better play the sexy nurse role.

Rather than reply, Katherine thought, This is a lot of fun! Maybe too much fun. I can't forget the evil doctor is watching me. Shouldn't he be aroused enough already? Why doesn't Akami go signal the others?

Akami meanwhile pulled a strap-on dildo out of a drawer and held it up. "Miss Plummer, do you know what this is?"

"No, what is it, Ms. Fubuki?" Katherine replied with false cluelessness. She thought, I don't remember discussing strap-ons, but obviously Akami has a pretty clever scheme for guaranteeing the doctor's arousal. I just hope she remembers that we can't go beyond sexy talk and feeling under clothing. I won't do it!

"This is the newest type of thermometer. It's much more accurate than those painful rectal thermometers. I'll be taking your temperature with it later."

"So it doesn't go in the, uh, rectum? It looks like it goes in a hole. A big hole."

Akami said with dead seriousness, "Yes, it does. This is a vaginal thermometer."

Katherine had a hard time keeping a straight face, but she managed to say convincingly, "Huh. I've never heard of those. How does it work?"

"Well, I have to strap it around my groin area, and push it into your vagina. Then I have to kind of push it in and out a lot to get an accurate reading."

"Boy, isn't that just like having sex with a penis?" Katherine's face was innocent and naive, but inside she was bursting with laughter.

"Yes, I guess there are similarities. It's the mimicry of Mother Nature that makes it work so well."

Katherine couldn't help but tease a little. "So, you mean I'd take off my shorts, and you'd push it into my cunnie? Or you'd shove it up my asshole? Or both?" She bent over as she stood, and pulled her short shorts up into her ass crack as if she were ready to be violated. Akami smiled in anticipation and licked her lips.

"Uh, into your cunt. I mean, your vagina. But then we'll have to take a comparative reading in your ass. Then, there are some other things we're going to have to put into your asshole too. Big things. Things we'll have to thrust in and out, over and over."

"Oh dear," Katherine said delightfully, but still trying to sound innocent. "It sounds like I'm going to have to take off these shorts and get ready for a lot of things to be stuck inside of me. Repeatedly!" She wiggled her hips and spread her legs wider.

But suddenly she recalled that she wasn't just putting on a show for Akami, but that Dr. Fredrickson was watching as well. She abruptly stood up.

Akami had been reaching her hands towards Katherine's tempting ass, but she seemed to snap out of it as well. "Uh, yes. In order to do this, we'll have to get you out of those clothes after all. I have to insist on the dressing gown. Do you mind if I go get one?"

Katherine thought, What is she thinking? She knows I'm not going to get naked. The doctor's penis must be practically as hard as Alan's always is - what is she waiting for? But then she thought about the words 'Do you mind if I go get one,' and realized this could be Akami's cue to leave and make the signal. So she said in her best innocent voice, "Um, I do mind. I'd feel so embarrassed all naked like that, bending over, exposing my ass to your huge thermometers... I'd feel much better if you'd wear one of the gowns too."

Akami was getting alarmed that Katherine didn't "get it," but now she smiled. What a teaser - right to the very end! "Well, Miss Plummer, that's very irregular, but I wouldn't want you to feel uncomfortable. I'll be back with two gowns in a minute."

"Wait! Is it going to be the type of gown that leaves one's back and ass completely exposed? I hate those."

"Unfortunately, yes. But remember that it's necessary in your case since you're going to be bent over with large objects thrusting in and out of your holes for so much of the time."

"Objects? Holes?"

"Yes. We're on the cutting edge of medical research here, and like I said, new procedures have learned how to mimic Mother Nature. For instance, you'd be surprised how better a pill is digested if another tongue feeds it into your mouth. I'll explain more when I get back."

"Okay." Katherine tried to sound reluctant, but it was lucky she didn't burst into laughter instead.

Akami buttoned up her lab coat, since she was going into the waiting room, which had windows to the outside world. The prearranged plan was for Akami to go to one of those windows and rotate the Venetian blinds a couple of times, thus signaling the others waiting in the parking lot.

However, that didn't prove necessary. When Akami got to the waiting room, she saw Suzanne, Susan, and Amy already anxiously standing on the other side of the window. She gave the thumbs up signal through the window, then opened the door.

Susan immediately walked up to Akami and whispered, "What took so long? Is everything all right?"

Akami whispered back, "Everything's fine. I'll go back to Katherine. You wait two minutes, no more, no less, then burst into his office." The others overheard and nodded. The delay was so Dr. Fredrickson wouldn't tie the new arrivals with Akami's disappearance.

As they'd previously arranged, the plan was to have Suzanne come in first, as if looking for Katherine. Suzanne nervously walked down the hall to his office then knocked on the door. However, she opened the door immediately after knocking. "Hello, I'm looking for Katherine Plummer..."

She let the words die on her lips and stared in mock surprise. As she'd expected, Dr. Fredrickson wasn't behind his desk, but was sitting in a chair in front of the cabinet that contained his video equipment. Despite giving him a few seconds of warning with the knocking, the idea of any anyone just walking in on him seemed so impossible to him that he still hadn't fully processed the fact that someone could be at the door, and he misinterpreted the sound. After all, the receptionist was gone, the whole office was locked (or so he thought), and the only other people inside, Akami and Katherine, could be seen on his video screen.

His pants were around his ankles and hands were sliding up and down his penis. The frustrated look on his face (he'd just been thinking, Why doesn't Katherine take her clothes off, already?) turned to wide-eyed shock and horror as he looked up and saw Suzanne. He had no trouble recognizing her, since he'd already slept with her once.

Suzanne played her best damsel in distress routine, letting out a high-pitched shriek. Amy and Susan appeared behind her in a matter of seconds. Amy brought an expensive digital camera that also could record sound and video, and began clicking and recording. Susan screamed, "DOCTOR FREDRICKSON! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

As previously arranged, Suzanne walked further into his office so she could see what was on the video screen while the other two blocked the door, his only exit. Suzanne pointed at the video monitor. "Look! He's watching Katherine take off her clothes! Pervert!"

All this had happened in mere seconds. Dr. Fredrickson was struck dumb, and still hadn't removed his hands from his rapidly wilting erection, though now, instead of holding it, he was more covering it. Like an idiot, all he could say was, "Susan? Suzanne? Amy? What are you doing here?!"

Amy said as she snapped more pictures, "Hey! How does he know MY name?"

Suddenly Akami and Katherine came running in, pushing the others deeper into the room.

The doctor was now outnumbered five to one. He had no idea what to do and was so traumatized and overwhelmed that he operated on pure instinct. Mostly he just wanted to escape and run from the reality of the whole, horrible problem facing him. He spied the open door behind the women, and stood up to make a break for it.

However, the women had anticipated this possibility. Susan already had a small can of mace at the ready, and Suzanne with her self-defense training had taken up a position near the door in case he made it that far. But he stood no chance, not least because of the fact that his pants were still wrapped around his ankles. He only made it about one step from his chair when Susan let him have it with the mace and he fell to the ground.

He curled up into a ball and covered his face with his hands, screaming, "It burns! It burns!"

Seeing that the doctor wasn't going anywhere, Suzanne walked closer to his video monitor for a good look at his setup. There was a video camera on a tripod pointing directly at the video screen in the cabinet. She thought, Alan was right, he IS recording this, breaking even the sordid deal he had with Akami. If she'd wanted to come in, he could have unplugged the video camera and hid it before opening the door for her. Clever.

She said, "Look at this, girls! He's not just watching, he's recording!"

They all looked at the camera on the tripod, then down at his pathetic, quivering form. Susan's dander was up, and she was frightfully angry. She had a strong desire to beat him to a pulp for messing with her children, but she'd been repeatedly warned against doing this by the others. As it was, Katherine strategically stood in front of Susan to prevent her from kicking him. They didn't want to lose their moral high ground by being too vindictive. So Susan merely shook a fist at him, and said in the most bloodcurdlingly chilling voice imaginable, "Doctor, you're in very big trouble. You're going to pay."

The way she said "pay" was so filled with menace that Dr. Fredrickson peed in his pants. He began to cry.

CHAPTER 3

Alan woke up to the sensation of Susan lightly shaking his shoulder. "Tiger, Tiger, wake up."

"What is it?" He reluctantly opened his eyes because she seemed very insistent with her shaking. He saw her leaning down over him, beaming a peaceful and loving smile at him.

"Did you have a good nap, baby?"

"Yeah, actually. In fact, between this nap and the earlier one at school, I feel practically normal. I may even have slept TOO much, 'cos I feel all groggy." On closer inspection he was a bit disturbed to see her decked out in a formal dress like a normally dressed woman. He even noticed a glimpse of a bra. He was a bit confused as to why she'd look like that.

"That's good, my love." She bent forward and kissed him on the lips. Even though their tongues dueled a little, it was more of a friendly hello kiss than something passionate.

As it ended, Alan asked, "Hey! What time is it? Don't we have the Dr. Fredrickson thing to take care of?" He looked at the clock by the bed and said, "Oh shit! It's almost five! Katherine's appointment with him was at four!"

He bolted up in his bed, but Susan's hands calmed and restrained him. She lovingly stroked his arm. "Don't worry, Tiger. It's all over. We didn't want to wake you, so the rest of us took care of it. He's been totally defeated."

Alan blinked owlishly as he processed this news. He was both elated and disappointed - he'd rather fancied himself playing a heroic role in the doctor's defeat. "He has? No way! How did that happen? No way!"

"Way." Susan grinned. "If you don't believe me, why don't you get dressed and ask him yourself? He's sitting in our S.U.V. in the driveway with the others."

"He is?! Oh my God! How did that happen?" He jumped up and started to dress.

"Well, everything went great and he crumbled like a cookie. But there's one minor complication. It turns out he was recording as well as watching."

"A-ha!" Alan exclaimed while he pulled his shorts up his legs. "What did I tell you? Men are hopelessly amoral when it comes to anything sexual and can't be trusted any further than you can throw them. As a male, believe me, I know these things first hand!"

"Tiger, what you call amoral behavior is what I'd call you taking what naturally belongs to you. You are a natural dominant-type, meant to possess and control big-titted nymphos such as myself. But a lowlife scumbag like Dr. Fredrickson doesn't deserve to own even one cunt, much less a cunt like mine. In any case, he seems completely cowed and defeated - you should see the giant stain on his pants where he peed on himself - but we need to go to his house to check if he has other videos there. We'd feel safer with you along."

"Of course! Let's go. I feel so bad that I couldn't help earlier." He finished dressing and they walked out of the room together.

Susan said, as they headed down the hall, "Tiger, not only were you physically exhausted, but you were mentally exhausted, too. I should know - last night nearly destroyed me as well, but I got to sleep the day away while you had to go to school. So you've really had it the worst. We're going to do more from now on to make things easier on you. It was Katherine's idea to take him on by ourselves. She's concerned that you're overtaxed. All we did was follow your plan to the letter, so really you deserve the credit as much as anyone."

"Thanks! You're the best. And I'm going to thank her, too. But really, don't make a big fuss over me." He kissed her briefly on the lips, then they hurried down the stairs.

Their time at Dr. Fredrickson's house was surprisingly anticlimactic. The fight had completely gone out of him ever since Susan sprayed him with mace. As Suzanne commented to the others, "It's funny how people suddenly get so ashamed about what they've done, but only AFTER they've been caught." That was what was happening to the doctor, as he belatedly rediscovered his professional ethics. In fact, he cried so sincerely and profusely for so long that by the time they reached his house everyone was wishing he'd shut up.

The fact was, they had him over a barrel. He'd been caught red handed, and seemed resigned to losing his license to practice medicine and probably going to jail.

Furthermore, since he didn't realize Akami was in on the plot to get him, they could play "good cop, bad cop" on him. Suzanne had one worry that she'd discussed in private with Akami, and once they arrived at the doctor's house, Akami was given some time alone with him as "good cop" to sort this issue out. The truth was, the doctor did have one card he could use, but only if he was smart enough to use it: his knowledge that Alan's six times a day diagnosis was false and that Suzanne had been the one to set it up. Akami discussed this with him in his den while the others waited outside. She argued that the Plummers seemed inclined to let him off fairly easy, but if they found out that he'd been duping them on Alan's diagnosis, too, they'd throw the book at him. She vowed to secretly help him as much as she could in her talks to the others, and that he should come clean with her and let her take care of everything. He was so desperate for any hope or help that he followed everything she told him to do almost without question.

The others searched his house, but there wasn't much need. He was able to go on-line and show credit card transactions proving that he'd bought the video camera only a few days earlier. That was about the only initiative he took to help himself. Otherwise, he generally sat around crying, confessing, and apologizing over and over. After a while, even Susan began to feel sorry for him.

Everyone gathered in his living room and listened to Suzanne dictate the terms of his surrender. She said, "Doctor, if I should even call you that, normally we'd send you straight to jail for your despicable behavior, and you know we have the evidence and witnesses to do it. However, there are a couple of mitigating factors. One, Akami has pleaded that she has huge student loans to pay off. Two, we have your innocent wife and three children to consider. Akami tells us that apparently you also are having financial hardship and we don't want to see your family thrown into the street. And three, Akami has been guiding Alan's unorthodox but extremely effective medical treatment, and we're afraid that if she were to go, all that we've achieved in overcoming his energy problem would be lost."

She smiled. "So, as long as Akami is happy, we're happy. Therefore, you will give all legal and financial control of your business to her, and from now on, you will be working for her. If, for any reason, she gives us the word, we will turn over our evidence to the authorities. The statute of limitations on your crime will eventually expire, but there's no expiration on the damage we can do to your medical career and personal reputation. But we're not mean people and don't like blackmail. We trust that Akami will keep your criminal urges in check."

Since Dr. Fredrickson thought Akami was his secret ally, he readily agreed. He nearly wept with joy that his life hadn't been completely ruined.

But what he didn't know was that Akami planned to take full advantage of her new position. He also didn't realize that his sexual relationship with her was over, too. She'd contemplated keeping him as some kind of boy toy, but she was so disgusted by his craven, defeated behavior that she didn't find that prospect appealing. Currently their practice consisted almost entirely of elderly people from a nearby retirement home. But now that she controlled Dr. Fredrickson's practice, she could find other handsome, young males and give them the same "diagnosis" and "treatment" she'd given Alan.

Thanks to Brenda's money, not to mention Susan and Suzanne's upcoming and probably quite generous divorce settlements, the Plummer family was amply financially secure. All they really wanted Dr. Fredrickson to do was get out of their lives and keep quiet. Thus, the real winner in the whole debacle was Akami. But that, too, was deliberate, mostly thanks to Suzanne. The wily red head figured that if Akami was given a sweetheart deal, she would be foolish to ever try to cross or blackmail the Plummer family herself, and would be sure to keep Dr. Fredrickson in line for them. Suzanne could finally rest assured that her role in the six times a day scheme would be kept secret forever, so long as Glory, the one other person who now knew, didn't talk.

Alan hadn't seen Akami in what seemed like a long while, though it seemed much longer than it really was since his days had been so eventful lately. With all the excitement he didn't get much of a chance to speak to her one on one. But after Suzanne's speech, he did get a couple of minutes to "personally thank" her in another room.

He was surprised by her appearance, and it showed in his face although he didn't say anything. While Susan woke him up, Akami had taken the time to change from her typical nurse gear into some very casual clothing. Alan hardly recognized her dressed in a sleeveless light yellow T-shirt and ruby red Dolphin shorts. She looked like a teen headed to the beach or going jogging. He found it very sexy. It made him wistful for the time when she played a bigger role in his life and his fantasies.

They made out for a little while, but as Alan pulled away, Akami complained, "You never call! Promise me you'll call. If you really want to thank me, please promise that I can see you again sometime before the weekend. Okay? Please?"

Alan smiled. He knew that he was busy in the near future, but Akami still had a special place in his heart as the woman so instrumental to his sexual awakening. He was always happy to make time for her. He looked back over his shoulder and said, "I promise."

As the Plummer family drove back home in their S.U.V., Amy said, "Boy, that was kind of a let down. I almost wish Dr. Fredrickson had put up more of a fight. He was sooooo pathetic! Geez Louise!"

"I know what you mean," Suzanne nodded. "He looked like a big, tough, authoritative guy, but inside he turned out to be just a little crybaby. I was kind of hoping to clue in his wife and destroy his marriage, but I'm all revenged out."

Susan said, "I still think we should tell the wife about his cheating. Akami says Dr. Fredrickson sleeps with dozens upon dozens of women, and of course as his mistress she should know. I saw all those pictures of his wife - what's her name? Diana, I think - scattered all over his house. They really reminded me of myself, meaning the old me. She even looks a lot like me, except for her flaming red hair. Forget revenge for a minute - we should do it as a favor to her. Imagine how much better my life would have been if, ten years ago, someone told me my lousy husband was secretly gay."

Suzanne thought about her own many affairs and briefly contemplated if her life would have been better or worse if her cheating would have been exposed ten years ago. She wasn't sure. "Maybe you're right, but we can worry about that another day. We'd need some other evidence of his cheating that doesn't point to Akami or us. Actually, Diana was pretty damn hot, now that I think about it. I'll bet she's great in bed. A rich, young, handsome doctor like him with access to so much pussy surely must save the sweetest piece of ass for himself. Wouldn't it be deliciously ironic if we had Alan plow her fields a bit?"

"Oooh! Great idea!" Katherine enthused. "She looked totally Alan-worthy!"

Alan complained, "Come on! I have way, way, way too many lovely women here in this car to please. Anyways, I'm also feeling a little bad for the doctor. After all, if it wasn't for him and his unorthodox diagnosis, I would have never started my voyage of sexual discovery. Maybe we should just call it even. In a way, we kind of owe him."

"Don't be so sure, Sweetie," Suzanne said confidently. She knew that if it hadn't have been Dr. Fredrickson, she would have just picked someone else to help implement her scheme. "Something tells me that what happened between us all was fated to happen. But we can save Diana for another time, once your life settles down. I wouldn't mind a piece of her, myself. Anyway, we have much more important things to do tonight. How are you feeling, Sweetie?"

Alan turned around in his front passenger seat and smiled at Suzanne, Katherine, and Amy sitting in the backseat. "I know what's on your mind, Mother, and all of your minds! It's been too many days, hasn't it? Don't worry, I'm feeling a LOT better. I'm up for a victory celebration, and we all know how the Plummer household celebrates!" He'd been told a bit about how Akami and Katherine had teased the doctor, so he joked, "I know one 'vaginal thermometer' that's going to be very, very busy!"

Amy joked, "Don't forget to bring your rectal thermometer, too!" She paused a brief second, as though in thought, and then quipped with a lopsided grin, "Oh. Wait. They're one and the same, aren't they?" The others laughed merrily at her small joke.

CHAPTER 4

Earlier in the day, shortly after school ended at three o'clock, Suzanne dropped a slightly dejected Brenda off in front of her house and then drove back to the Plummers'. Actually, one could hardly call Brenda's residence a house; the only word to describe it was mansion. It had twelve bedrooms, two swimming pools, a Jacuzzi, a sauna, and much more, sprawled across a three-acre estate that was completely surrounded by a high wall.

As Brenda typed in a security code so she could get past the security gate located at the base of her long driveway, she ruminated on why she was feeling moody. For one thing, she'd had a sub par day at the Plummer's house. Susan was so tired that Brenda didn't see a lot of her. Furthermore, Brenda had to go home early (she would have liked to stay until dinner) and the next day was a Tuesday, which meant she wasn't allowed over at the Plummer house at all. The promised big day for her was Wednesday, when the Plummer women finally planned for her to be unveiled to Alan as his newest harem nympho. But Wednesday seemed a long, long ways away for the eager submissive.

However, the day wasn't a complete disappointment so far. In the morning, workers had installed a video surveillance system in her mansion similar to the one that had been partially installed in the Plummer house over the weekend. As per Suzanne's suggestion, Brenda had cameras installed to monitor every well-used room (most of the vast building was mothballed), then set up the controls to look at the output in an empty room next to her son Adrian's bedroom (she'd wanted to put in right in his bedroom, which was part of Suzanne's original suggestion, but Suzanne ultimately decided that was too obvious). Further, and also on Suzanne's advice, she'd had cameras secretly installed in her son's room, and put the controls to monitor that output in a large walk-in closet connected to her bedroom. Naturally, there were no cameras installed to monitor that closet so she'd be able to look into Adrian's bedroom in complete secrecy.

Suzanne came over for about an hour earlier in the day and helped Brenda instruct the workers on what to install, and where. Then a portion of the work crew went back to the Plummer house with both buxom ladies, and Suzanne gave them more installation directions there (cameras had only been installed in two rooms over the weekend, so they had to do the rest of the house). The installation went surprisingly quickly since the cameras were completely battery powered and wireless. After that, Suzanne spent most of her time with Susan, so Brenda was left alone to clean the house. However, not long before Suzanne drove Brenda home, she gave her a quick spanking. That was the high point of Brenda's day, at least so far.

However, what left Brenda uneasy was the uncertainty over what would happen with her son. She wanted to seduce Adrian, but only if Alan approved. Unfortunately, no one had ever asked Alan his opinion on the matter. The worry that Alan might disapprove had been gnawing at her for days, and she decided that she had to know before she began the seduction of her son in earnest. Susan had agreed to ask him about it when she picked him up from school, so Brenda was on pins and needles and she sat by the phone and waited for the answer. She knew the result, whatever it was, would have a major impact on the entire rest of her life.

Finally the call came through, minutes before Adrian himself was due home. Brenda felt a great sense of relief when she heard the happy answer. In a flash it seemed that her life became clear to her. My goal in life first and foremost will always be to please my Master. Then I must please my Mistresses. Then I must please my son. If there's a conflict, like an emergency or something, my son naturally must come first since I'm his only mother. But when it comes to my sexual duties, nothing is more important than serving my Master! From now on, I'm going to be living on my back with my legs spread. I'll go to "work" to get fucked by the Plummers, then come home to get fucked by my son! How perfect! I am a big-titted nympho designed by God to fuck and be fucked. That is the most important truth. I feel so content to finally understand my role! What an incredible relief! If I can seduce my son, the last piece will fall into place and everything will be as it should be. I can't wait!

Brenda poured herself a glass of wine and then turned her attention to seducing her son. She could hardly wait another second for Adrian to come home so she could jump his bones as soon as he walked in the door. But she remembered Suzanne's advice, and realized she needed to use patience and take it step by step. On Sunday, Suzanne had laid out the first stages of the seduction when she said, "We're going to help you seduce your son, but you have to lay the groundwork. Starting from now on, I want you to dress provocatively around him. Since your husband has left you and it's just the two of you living together now, there's no reason why you shouldn't start dressing like the sexpot you are. When you go home tonight, spend the rest of the evening dressed in sexy black underwear and nothing else. If he asks you why, tell him that now that your husband is gone, you've decided you just want to be lazy and dress casually. If he's even the tiniest bit heterosexual, he's not going to complain."

However, Brenda ended up going back to the Plummer house for most of Sunday night, and so hadn't been able to put Suzanne's exact plan into motion. Sadly, the sexy black underwear remained in her closet. The only thing she had accomplished was that she'd told Adrian about plans for the new security system over a quick dinner. He'd been fine with it, and didn't seem to grasp the sexual possibilities it offered.

Brenda figured she could take Suzanne's seduction advice for Sunday night and use most of it for today. But as the minutes continued to pass while she waited, her mood shifted again from euphoria after the phone call to a growing nervousness. She poured herself another glass of wine and quickly downed it. Her main concern was that, no matter what happened, her relationship with her son would change forever. Brenda had only been married to her current husband for the past seven years, and their ongoing falling out had been long and painful. Adrian had never really had a good father figure in his life, so he'd latched onto Brenda completely. One could call him a "momma's boy," because he doted on her (fittingly, he actually called Brenda "Momma"). They were essentially a two-person family, and loved and depended on each other very much. If something went wrong with the seduction and their relationship ruined, she would be crushed and he probably would be hit even harder.

She consoled herself that at least she'd been laying the groundwork for his seduction lately. Ever since her own sexual awakening had begun with her attendance at the Plummer's weekly poker games, she'd started acting differently back home in her mansion. She'd always dressed very conservatively as a matter of habit, in order to cut down on the incredible level of attention her gargantuan boobs gave her. But she'd started dressing more scantily at home as the weeks went by and her mores changed and her resolve to seduce her own son increased. Her personality changed rather dramatically, too. She'd been tense and hot-tempered, but as she discovered her true submissive and sexual nature, a great peace of mind came over her. Her frequent temper tantrums disappeared and were replaced by a near constant smile.

Adrian noticed these changes, but he wasn't the only one to notice. Brenda was so rich that the mansion had a support staff. It was made up of a chauffeur, a gardener, an accountant, and so forth. She rarely interacted with most of the servants on a day-to-day basis, but had a close relationship with one of them, an elderly woman by the name of Anika. Brenda had married into great wealth, but her family was reasonably rich as she grew up as well, and Anika had been the cook and maid for the family long before Brenda was born. Anika was sixty-six years old now, but she'd followed Brenda and preferred working for her over retiring, since she'd never known anything else but working for the same family her whole adult life.

Anika was very wrinkled and shrunken, and she spoke with a heavy accent (she'd moved to the US from Austria as a teen). She was much more than a maid to Brenda: even though she was very stiff, formal, and gruff, she had become Brenda's personal confidante and close friend. She'd seen Brenda's teenage infatuation with her mother Anna with her own eyes, and now she could see that Brenda had a growing infatuation with Adrian. On Saturday, she'd confronted her about it. Brenda confessed everything, including all that had been happening with Alan and the rest of the Plummers, too.

To Brenda's great surprise, Anika was perfectly fine with all of Brenda's shocking revelations. As Anika put it, "Pootikins," - that was her pet name for Brenda which she'd called her ever since she'd dressed her in diapers - "you know I didn't mind your attraction for your mother. In fact, I even helped you out at times, helping you get sneak peeks and such. It vas fun." (Strangely, her accent made her pronounce most v's as w's, and most w's as v's.) "Vhy should I care now? You're easily the happiest I've ever seen you. No, I take it back. Dees is the happiest I seen you since you vere sixteen." Anna had died suddenly not long after Brenda turned seventeen, so she referred to when Brenda's incestuous infatuation was in full bloom. "If I knew how much you loved spanking, I'd take you over my lap myself, eef it veren't for my damnable arthritis."

"Do you really mean that? Are you really okay with it?"

"Ya. Vhen you vere a teenager I vas shocked at first vhen I saw you and your momma Anna become so close to each other. The sparks vere flying! But you two loved each other so much, it vas so natural, so meant to be. The vey her face glowed vhen she spanked you, and your face - oh! It still gives me shiwers! I vas so sad dat she passed avay before you two vere able to ewen kiss on the lips. If you can find dat kind of love and happiness again, I'll be so happy for you."

Anika held Brenda's hand and the two of them had a good cry, leaning against each other, supporting each other. Both of them cried in memory of Brenda's prematurely deceased mother.

So, after that conversation, Brenda's seduction of Adrian became much easier to carry out. For one thing, Anika was around the house almost every evening, cooking dinner, cleaning up afterwards, and so on. In fact, she lived elsewhere in the mansion, ready to respond to any need for help, even in the middle of the night. Now, instead of being an impediment and constant security worry to Brenda's sexual plans, she could actually be a seduction co-conspirator of sorts.

But even with encouragement from Anika, Susan, and Suzanne, plus the crucial last-minute approval from Alan, Brenda was still beside herself with worry when she heard Adrian come home from school around three-thirty. Adrian went to the same high school as Alan, but they'd never met since Adrian was in a lower grade and was an introverted, wallflower type.

He walked into the vast living room, threw down his backpack, and then looked at his mother. He'd been growing used to her more casual style of dress, but today was a real shock: She wore a short black strapless dress and was all made up as if she was about to go to a party. But the dress just barely managed to cover her pussy and her nipples. In fact, the dress was so inadequate that both her mighty orbs were all but bursting out. The areolae could clearly be seen even with Brenda standing still. If she were to move around, it was almost guaranteed both nipples would pop completely out. The one inch of fabric below her pussy also could only protect her decency if she stood straight and still.

Adrian openly gawked. He'd always had a strong sexual attraction for his mother (as Suzanne noted, what heterosexual male wouldn't be attracted to Brenda?), but he'd never expected to see her like this. He started to tremble and blush. (He was so surprised that he didn't notice she was trembling and blushing too.)

However, Brenda pretended complete cluelessness about how much she was showing. Using her favorite nickname for him (out of several she had), she asked, "Aidy, how was your day?"

That was his usual cue to walk to her for his daily welcome back home kiss and hug, something he always looked forward to. But now he walked with great fear. Adrian wasn't nearly as good at rolling with the punches as Alan was, or even Sean was. His whole body shook, and his penis stuck out like a steel bar in his short shorts.

Brenda walked most of the way to him to close the distance, since he was reacting so slowly. She gave him a very innocent kiss on the cheek, and a friendly hug. She knew she had to take things one step at a time, partly because that's what Suzanne commanded her to do, but also because Adrian clearly needed some time to adjust. His forehead was throbbing so intently that he looked ready to pop a vein, yet she'd only started toying with him.

She looked at her son's eyes and realized she didn't need to actively do anything more at the moment since Adrian was bound to get more generous eyefuls as her dress naturally fell away. Indeed, as they hugged, the half-cups of her dress that had been barely covering her nipples dropped further down, just as she'd expected they would. And given the natural state of Brenda's nipples - elongated and hard even when she wasn't aroused - they pushed deeply into her son's chest. But she was very aroused at the moment, so they were even longer and pushed into him even deeper. His chest seemed completely enveloped by exposed tit-flesh.

Brenda pretended not to notice. She asked in an innocent voice, "Aidy, is something wrong? You're trembling something horrible. And look: your face is all red! Is my Pooh Bear not feeling well?" She knew her son well, and knew that he would be far too shy to actually point out that her appearance had anything to do with his flustered state.

She was right. He seized upon her suggestion that he might be unwell. "Uh, no. I think I might be coming down with something."

"Oh no. Is my darling sick?"

His body shook so fiercely that Brenda took pity on him and disengaged somewhat. She put her hand on his forehead and closed her eyes, as if concentrating fully on detecting if he had a fever. But by disengaging and closing her eyes, she deliberately gave him a golden opportunity to spy on her now completely exposed hooters. He couldn't help but do so.

Adrian had never been so aroused in his entire life. Younger than Sean or Alan, he was even more of a prudish virgin than either of them had been before their sexual lives began. He was such a shy and unassuming boy that he hadn't even dared to fantasize about any of his classmates. Plus, in his eyes, no other woman could come anywhere near the allure of his one constant fantasy: his mother. He'd never seen a naked woman in his entire life, not even Brenda (since she'd habitually covered up until mere weeks earlier).

But now he'd both felt and seen her tits, the tits he'd been dreaming about and masturbating over for years. He almost couldn't take the sheer pleasure of it all, even if he'd only touched her with his chest and not his hands. But he wanted more. He felt a nearly irresistible urge to reach out and firmly grab his mother's monstrous mounds with both hands. He would have done it, too, except that he was such a momma's boy that he could barely conceive of doing anything to her without asking permission first, and there was no way he could put such a desire into words. So he suffered greatly, seeing those twin treasures so temptingly close, yet so far.

Brenda opened her eyes just a tad and peeked out. As she suspected, her son's eyes were locked on her chest, and he didn't have the slightest clue that she could now see him. She could see in his face how badly he wanted to touch her, and she wanted him to, but she couldn't just up and say that. That would ruin all the fun. She looked around, and spied Anika in the kitchen (in direct sight but a long way away in the large rooms of the vast mansion). Anika was pretending to cook but she spent more time happily spying on the mother and son interacting with each other.

CHAPTER 5

Brenda said to her loyal maid, "Anika, I'm worried Aidy has a fever. Could you get a thermometer?"

Adrian closed his eyes as soon as he heard his mother speak. He was afraid that if he kept them open, he'd be unable to look anywhere but at her chest for very long, and then she'd follow his gaze down and fix her dress.

As a result, he failed to see Anika walk closer and wink at Brenda conspiratorially. The old maid smiled and said, "Ya, no problem. Vhat kind do you vant, the regular or the rectal kind?"

A light bulb went off in Brenda's head. Rectal thermometer? I hadn't even thought about that! Oh, the possibilities! ... Nah, I'd better not. As much as I'd love to see his cute little baby butt, he looks like he's about to die of excitement and nervousness. Oh! Maybe I should be the one to pretend sickness and have him stick something hard and long up MY ass! ... No. Calm down. Slowly, Suzanne said, slowly!

She made up her mind to just use the regular thermometer. But she was so consumed by her desire to be fucked by her son that when she opened her mouth the words that came out were, "The rectal." She was as surprised as anyone else by that. She tried to justify it after the fact by lying, "The other one broke last week. Don't you remember, Anika?" She added the truthful statement, "And this way we'll get a better reading."

Anika replied "Ya" in her heavy accent, then nodded significantly down at Adrian's crotch. Brenda followed where Anika's eyes directed, and noticed to her great surprise that her son's penis was peeking out from the bottom of his shorts. In fact, his engorged organ had come out of his shorts almost completely. He seemed clueless about it, no doubt because he was so overwhelmed and flustered.

Brenda took the chance to mentally size up her son's penis. Hmmm. Not as long as Alan's eight-incher, and maybe not quite as thick, but that's to be expected. It wouldn't be right for me to enjoy a penis larger than Alan's - his should always be my greatest joy. Still, Aidy's is quite nice. Six or seven inches maybe? I can't wait to take that baby for a ride! ... Oh: the word baby! He literally IS my baby, and we ARE going to go for a ride! Every night, he's going to ride his momma like a cowboy riding a horse! I'm going to be his bitch. My son's bitch! His slave! It's so exciting! I'm going to be EVERYBODY'S slave! My body is going to be used and abused by all my superiors! That's how it's meant to be. My role is to spread my legs and SERVE!

"Um, Momma?"

Brenda came out of her daydreamy thoughts as she heard Adrian's voice. She looked down (at five foot six inches, Adrian was normally an inch taller than his mother, but his shoes were off and she was wearing five-inch heels). She saw to her surprise that she'd gotten so excited she was squeezing him in a bear hug, and in fact squeezing him almost painfully tightly. The hug molded her tits into his chest again, though she still didn't touch his penis since his tight shorts directed his erection down.

She pulled back a bit and said, "Oh, sorry. I'm just so worried. I hope you haven't come down with something again - you were sick just two weeks ago."

Adrian forced himself to keep his eyes open and look into hers since she was talking to him. But doing that AND talking was too much for him to handle, and the best he could do was reply, "Um, uh... ah... yeah."

Just then, Anika came back with a thermometer. She'd had a very tough life (especially growing up in Austria during World War II), and her body seemed even older than her age. Mother and son watched as she slowly waddled her way to them. Finally, she handed the thermometer to Brenda, then stood back a little bit to see what would happen between them next. Though her own sex life had ceased years ago and her body wasn't up for more, she could still vicariously enjoy the mental pleasures of seeing Brenda and Adrian interact (and in fact the chance for voyeuristic fun was a big reason why she was so accepting of Brenda's incestuous desires). She knew she was going to get a good show.

All of the sudden, it struck Adrian that he'd have to show his butt to his mother... or something. Actually, he didn't know how it worked, as he couldn't remember the last time he'd had his temperature taken with a rectal thermometer. He gulped, and said, "Momma, I'm kind of nervous. How is this going to work?"

Brenda hadn't really thought it through either. She thought, then said, "You're all dirty from school. Why don't you take a bath, and I'll come up and give it to you when you're all cleaned up. It'll be just like the old days."

Adrian knew that her "old days" referred to when he was four or five and Brenda supervised his baths. That both excited and disturbed him. He thought, I've never so much as kissed a girl, and now Momma is gonna see me naked? Jesus Fucking Christ! No way! But he ran off eagerly to start his bath.

As soon as he was gone, Anika said, "Pootikins, Pootikins. Vhat are you doing? I tink you're too verked up. Eef you go in dat bath vis him, vell... you know vat vill happen. I tink I'd better be dere too as a referee."

Brenda sighed. "You're right. But how am I supposed to contain myself?! He's so cute! Did you see how cute he was just then? I just want to eat him up and hug him to death!"

Anika wryly noted, "Ya, you nearly did hug him to death. Vatch out. Okay?"

"Okay." Brenda picked up the bottle of wine to pour herself another glass, but Anika stopped her with a disapproving wag of her finger.

Brenda reluctantly put the wine glass back down on the table and noticed there were two small drops of something on one of her shoes. As she bent down to wipe the drops away, she realized the drops were the wrong color to be wine. She scooped the drops up to her nose and instantly recognized the odor: pre-cum. Adrian's penis had accidentally dripped pre-cum on her toes while they were locked in their hug. Brenda slipped her finger into her mouth and swooned at her first faint taste of her son's juices. Anika watched the whole thing and just laughed to herself.

Anika and Brenda waited a while for Adrian to finish his bath and call for them. The wait was very helpful for Brenda. It gave her a chance to calm down a bit and relax. She explained to Anika how she'd waited anxiously for the fateful phone call from Susan and her feelings after she got the good word. Her anxieties poured out of her as she explained all this and Anika reassured her that everything would be all right. Anika rightly pointed out that Adrian so clearly lusted after his mother that she didn't have to worry that her seduction would fail.

But the wait was more nerve-wracking for Adrian. He was so excited about everything that had happened, especially Brenda's drooping dress, that he desperately wanted to jack off. Getting naked in the warm bath water just made him that much more excited. He held out for a few minutes and soaped himself up, but when it came to soaping up his groin he soon abandoned all pretense at cleaning and began "soaping" his penis exclusively. The only problem was he was rapidly approaching orgasm and he didn't know what to do with the mess that would result. If he shot off into the bath water, he feared his mother would notice.

He'd just made up his mind to stand up and shoot into the toilet when he heard his mother's voice outside the bathroom door. "Aidy? You've been in there a while. Can I come in already? Anika is here with me."

Oh shit! Holy crappola! What am I going to do? Adrian was distressed, because he was too mortified to jack off into the toilet with his mother and maid standing just on the other side of the door. Yet he still had a raging hard on, and was even more mortified by the thought of Brenda looking at it in that state (and possibly realizing what made him that excited). He decided to tuck his penis below his legs and keep his legs tightly shut, but even the act of stuffing his penis into a new position nearly set off his trigger.

"Aidy?" Brenda was knocking on the door now.

"Um, yeah. You can come in."

Brenda and Anika walked in together. At first, the sight of Brenda's smile calmed and reassured her son. She sat on the toilet seat next to the vast bathtub and squeezed his hand, and that reassured him still more. He could feel the urge to climax slowly pass while Brenda explained that Anika was going to supervise her use of the rectal thermometer so she could learn how to do it on her own. She was so spoiled from being raised in luxury and constantly waited on by maids that sometimes she needed to be told how to do even the simplest of things, like toasting bread.

But then Brenda said, "I'm glad you're not shy about your nakedness." Adrian had been so absorbed by his struggle not to cum that he could barely think straight. The beating of his heart pounded in his ears. But thanks to this reminder, he was suddenly painfully aware of his nudity and shame hit him like a lightning bolt.

However, before he could fully react, Brenda continued, "Don't worry, if it makes you feel any better, I'll be mostly naked too. Let me get in there behind you so I can put it in properly." Then, with one fell swoop, she pulled the dress down and shimmied out of it. She was left sitting in nothing but her panties. (She wanted to go completely naked, but Anika had insisted she wear at least that much.)

He was so blown away by this new visual bomb that his face turned quite pale. Brenda sat down in the tub right in front of him, then reached forward and put a hand on his forehead and another on his cheek. "Pooh Bear! You look like you've seen a ghost! Dear me. Anika, where's that thermometer? We should get his temperature right away!"

Adrian stared longingly at his mother's rack, now dangling just a foot or two from his face. His penis lurched in the water and he had to struggle to not ejaculate right then and there. He'd dreamed of seeing his mother topless for years, but this reality was better than any of his dreams. Not only were her boobs so temptingly close, but they were swinging and heaving in the most delightful ways (he didn't realize just how excited she was, too). Furthermore, her hands on his face felt less like she was checking for fever and more like she was tenderly caressing him. The loving touches made him completely moony with desire.

It all seemed like a blur, but the next thing Adrian knew, his mother's hands were all over him, turning him around. As he turned his eyes were dislodged from their usual task of staring at his mother's breasts, and he got a brief look at her panties. The ones Anika made Brenda wear were rather thick and dark "granny" panties, but the mere sight of his mother in nothing but panties was exciting all the same. The water had made them wet and he guessed that he could see the dark shape of her hairy bush, or at the very least, the bulge it created. He cursed the fact that he couldn't get a longer and better look because he soon found himself completely turned around and facing the tile wall in front of him. He was acutely aware of the fact that his ass was sticking up out of the water and Brenda was in the tub right behind him, inspecting his bare behind.

When he'd planned to hide his penis below his thighs, he hadn't thought through the fact that he'd have to be in a position like this, but he was so giddy over everything he'd seen that it took a minute or two for the full implications of his change of position to hit home. All of the sudden he realized that his painfully erect penis was dangling down between his legs. The penis head was bobbing on the surface of the water like a cork. He very nearly bolted up, but instead he froze in place. He didn't know what to do. He was so aroused that he worried if he touched it at all, it would go off like a rocket and Anika and Brenda would both stare in horror as he cried out and shot his cum anywhere and everywhere. Yet he worried that he was so overstimulated he'd cum hard even if he didn't touch it, and then it would be even more obvious when it exploded. He closed his eyes and tried to think of baseball players and gory murder scenes.

Brenda knew she was supposed to put the thermometer in, but she couldn't resist checking out her son's package first. She looked over at Anika, who was now sitting on the toilet seat where she'd just been. The maid pointed at Adrian's head and closed her eyes, letting Brenda know that Adrian had his eyes closed. Then, to Brenda's great surprise, Anika scooted close to the edge of the tub and bent down a bit so she could get a good look at Adrian's penis. She looked back up at Brenda and, with a goofy smile, gave a conspiratorial wink.

Brenda almost couldn't stop from breaking into hilarious laughter. She'd never expected that kind of brazen behavior from Anika, who, she assumed, hadn't had sex in decades, if at all (unfortunately, Anika had never been attractive at any age). However, she quickly recovered and returned the wink. Then she wasted no more time and bent down herself and peeked between her son's legs. She smiled as she again sized up her son's penis. Mmmm, mmmm, good! Soon that thing is going to be plunging in and out of my pussy on a daily basis! I can't wait! Look how it's throbbing! She reached out to touch it, and actually put her hand between his legs to do so. But then, just inches from reaching it, a disapproving cough from Anika brought her hand to a halt.

She regained control of herself and carefully pulled her hand back without having ever touched his penis or his thighs. She realized that no one had spoken for a couple of minutes, so she said, "Aidy, Anika's been looking for the thermometer and now she's finally found it. Anika, can you get the Vaseline?"

"Your vish is my command, my Pootikins." The Vaseline was only a few feet away in a bathroom cabinet, so Anika handed it to Brenda just a few moments later.

"Um, Momma? Did you say Vaseline?"

"Yes, my Pooh Bear. It's a big thermometer so I'm going to have to lubricate you first. Is that okay? I just want to make sure it doesn't hurt."

"Boy, this rectal thermometer stuff is a pain in the ass!"

"Good one, son," she giggled, though in fact the double meaning in his comment was completely accidental. "Ready? Here it goes." With that, she plunged her finger into the Vaseline jar Anika held out for her, and then slowly worked her finger into her son's asshole. In actual fact, her finger was much bigger than the thermometer, but she couldn't resist the opportunity to play with his ass. She hoped to use this as precedent so she could get "a fever" very soon and have Adrian be the one to check her temperature.

Her finger pistoned in and out, in and out, over and over again. A good two or three minutes of complete silence went by, with no sounds but little squishy noises coming from Adrian's ass, and a little splashing of bath water, primarily caused by Adrian's diamond hard penis striking the surface of the water as his hips and ass bucked up and down. Anika watched the whole thing most intently.

She eventually asked, "So, Aidy, how does that feel? Does it hurt? Do you think you're ready for the thermometer yet?"

"Um, it uh, it doesn't hurt. In fact, it uh..." He wanted to say that while it felt exceedingly strange at first, it felt fantastic now. But he was too shy to put that in words. Since he didn't want it to end, he said, "I think we're almost there. Things are, uh, relaxing."

"Oh, good. I'll just do this a few more minutes then." She held one of his ass cheeks as if she was getting into position to put the thermometer in, but really she just wanted to fondle him there. She racked her brain trying to figure out some at least vaguely plausible excuse that would allow her to fondle his penis, but she couldn't come up with any.

Eventually she could sense his whole body start to seize up and tremble, and she knew he was on the verge of ejaculating just from the anal probing. She knew he would be mortified if he actually came in that situation, so she finally pulled her finger out. She asked in a tender voice, "Good job, Aidy. I'm sure that wasn't easy. Are you ready?"

"Um, okay. But be gentle, okay? This is so weird!"

She waited some moments to make sure he came down from the verge of orgasm and did nothing more than lightly squeeze the ass cheek she still held with one hand. "Okay, Pooh Bear. Don't worry. Open wide and say 'ahhh.'"

That little joke helped break the increasingly thick sexual tension. While Adrian's body was still shaking from laughter (and nervousness), she pushed the rectal thermometer in. It was such a thin thing that it slid in easily. In fact, it was so much smaller than her finger that he hardly noticed its penetration. But putting the thermometer in his asshole reminded her of her fantasies of being anally pillaged by Alan, and her libido kicked into a yet higher gear.

Once she was done, she found that somehow both of her hands were now palming his ass cheeks. But she ignored this and said, "Okay, Aidy. All done. Nothing to worry about. What do we do now, Anika? Wait five minutes like we do with the other thermometer?"

"Ya. Five minutes."

"There now, Son. That was hardly anything, right? Now all we have to do is wait." Brenda patted him good-naturedly on his ass, but the pats were really just a different kind of groping. Her hands seemed to act on their own as she found them gliding a fraction of an inch above his skin, lightly grazing the peach hair there.

Anika gave a disapproving cough, and Brenda very reluctantly tore her hands away.

There was an uncomfortable silence, so Brenda said to fill the void, "Aidy, you know how hopeless I am with doing anything around the house. We're all so spoiled. but Anika may not always be there for us, so we have to learn how to be more self-sufficient. Now if you get sick, I'll be able to take your temperature. There's really nothing to it. Do you think you could do it? Do you think that if I came down with a fever and got really hot, could you stick it in my ass?"

Adrian's mind was instantly filled with a vision of pushing first his finger and then his penis into his mother's asshole. He opened his eyes in shock and said, "Momma?!"

"What, Pooh Bear? Did you not hear me? The warm water is probably causing you to drift off. I was just saying that if your mother is hot, will you stick it in her?"

He stammered, "Um, stick it in?"

"Yes. Stick it in. Son, I'm asking you to stick it in me! Stick it in your Momma! That is, if you think your own mother is hot." She was so excited by her own words that she couldn't take it. She was sitting on her ass in the water just behind her son and her crotch was right at the surface of the water. She plunged her hands into the water and dug under her panties, feeling for her clit. She figured that since her son was still facing the wall it didn't matter what she did behind him. And she needed satisfaction badly.

Adrian meanwhile had completely forgotten about thermometers. He replied, nearly screaming, "Momma, you're hot! You're so hot!" Knowing that his mother was sitting nearly completely naked in the bath right behind him, his whole body seized up as he valiantly fought the urge to cum. Even without anyone touching his penis, it was touch and go to see if he could stave off a great climax, and only the mortal fear of the shame that would result when Anika and Brenda saw him do that kept him from going over the edge. But he was in pure heaven as wave after wave of extreme pleasure washed over him.

Brenda stared wide eyed at her shaking son, waiting for his penis to shoot out ropes of hot cum at any second. One hand flew over her clit faster and faster and while the other one roughly mauled her tits. Adrian had no idea just what an exciting scene was transpiring just a foot or two behind him. His mother had nearly lost all control and was contemplating if she'd have time to get her lips around her son's penis before his rockets of cum began exploding out of it.

But Anika was still there, and even though she too was getting very aroused, she could see things were getting out of hand. She leaned forward and began snapping her fingers in front of Brenda's face. At the same time, she said to Adrian, "Aidy, vhy do you tink you're so red? Tell me your symptoms. Does your stomach hurt?"

She kept babbling on, barely giving Adrian a chance to reply, because in addition to distracting him, she was also trying to mask the noise Brenda was making. As soon as Brenda had found her clit, she began climaxing. Anika's finger snaps were too late to stop that. However, they did bring Brenda back to reality just enough to remind her not to cry out in frenzied ecstasy. Brenda's mouth gulped like a fish as she let out a silent scream. She did her best not to thrash about in the water too much, but wasn't entirely successful in that.

Luckily, Adrian was so busy with his own orgasmic struggles that he barely noticed. He only had a vague sense that there was some water splashing sounds coming from somewhere, but he never would have guessed in a million years that Brenda was climaxing right behind him.

Brenda came copiously, as she always did, but luckily the surface of the water was sudsy and mostly hid the fluids that escaped from her panties. She suddenly felt limp and more than a little guilty. So she said, "This hot bath water is getting to me. I think Anika can handle it from here." Her maid helped her stand up, and she staggered out of the bathroom.

Anika remained. With Adrian still on all fours in the water, his penis still stirring the water's surface with its insistent throbbing, she decided to bring an end to things. She hadn't been keeping time, but she figured it was close enough to five minutes, so she reached over and pulled out the thermometer. She looked at the reading, and to her surprise, it really did register a fever. But she knew that was just sexual heat and that in fact he was perfectly healthy.

She said, "Good news, Aidy. You seem perfectly vell. No fee-wer. I'm sure you've been in that uncomfortable position long enough. I'll let you be alone. Such a good, obedient boy. I'm going to tell Brenda the news."

Adrian turned over and watched her close the door. The instant it closed he began double fisting his penis. Seconds later, arcs of semen flew out over the bath water and splattered against one of the tile walls. He let out a groan of great relief.

But as soon as the climax ended, a tremendous feeling of guilt washed over him. He felt guiltier still because he knew that he was helpless. No matter what happened, he knew that he'd be masturbating again to remembered visions of his mother's nakedness before the day was done. Then he remembered the video surveillance system and shuddered as he considered the endless erotic possibilities. He wondered just how many more times his penis was capable of ejaculating in a single day, because the only thing that could slow down his rampant lust was soreness or sheer exhaustion.

CHAPTER 6

By the time the Plummers got home, it was nearly time for dinner. Amy and Suzanne had to go back to their own house to cook and share dinner with Eric and Brad, while Susan had to start cooking. Katherine, sensing that Alan needed some time alone, left Alan in the living room.

He was grateful for the reprieve. As he kicked back on a sofa mindlessly channel surfing on their big TV, he thought, I'm sooooo glad they let me avoid that whole Dr. Fredrickson confrontation. Last night I was so high and drunk on love that I still feel like I'm recovering from the hangover. My body's basically recovered, finally, thankfully, but my mind is still frazzled. And yet new crises keep popping up all the time. There are too many women in my life! It's like I told Glory earlier. I should just simplify my life to the family four, plus Glory, if she'll have me, then Heather, and Brenda. And Heather stays on the list only until her inner bitch is sufficiently tamed for Sean and Simone to take over and finish the job. My body can handle all the sex, but my heart can't handle all the emotional upheaval, pressure, and responsibility. I can see now that there will always be tough issues to deal with, and at heart I'm the kind of guy who fundamentally wants peace, not conflict. Keeping my family four happy is all the emotional responsibility I can handle. More than anything, I have to avoid the head cases like Heather who corrupt my very soul. ... Even though she is so much naughty fun.

So really, without Heather it's just six. He chuckled. Six! "Only" six! But still, I've read a lot of erotic stories about one guy having many women, but none of them ever showed how psychologically exhausting it all is, with all the constant juggling to keep everyone happy. Speaking of psychology, it would be nice to add Xania to my core group. She's got the strength, willpower, and psychological wisdom that I really need, not to mention the fact that she's hot as molten steel and a great fuck. The only problem is, she's so independent that she doesn't really need me, or us. She moves in very different circles, with her acting career and everything. And with her living so far away, we'll be lucky just to see her every once in a while.

The main thing is, I have to ultimately rid myself of the other cheerleaders, plus Simone, and focus mostly on the women at home. Right now school is an emotional minefield, but I need it to be a calm place where I can actually think about schoolwork. I have to keep my sanity and my decency, and school SHOULD be my oasis of calm. But if I spend all my free moments there butt fucking and spanking Heather, I'm never going to get my act together. Sean has to pull through. I'm praying that he's up for the role I want to give him. Bringing him along as my apprentice was such a lucky move. And Glory! If what we agreed on today could actually work out, that could save me in more ways that one. But the situation with her is so volatile; I don't know how it's going to ultimately go.

Most of all, I need more moments like this. Just time to vege out and decompress...

He closed his eyes and spaced out for a while, but he didn't fall completely asleep because he was too lazy to find the remote and turn off the TV. When he came to, he saw Susan and Katherine sitting on another couch, watching TV. Except, Katherine had her face buried in Susan's chest and was contentedly suckling on one of Susan's nipples.

Seeing that Alan was awake, Susan said to him, "Dinner's in the oven. It'll be ready in about thirty minutes." Then she turned her attention back to the TV program, which was a nature documentary. She loved nature documentaries.

Alan was surprised at how blasé they were acting about the suckling, so he said, "Mommy, how's the lactating coming along?"

She immediately riveted her attention on Alan, since no documentary could compete with lactation, in her eyes. "Excellent! Thanks for asking! I've been letting out drips and dribbles all day, with every suckling session. We're doing much better than the few drops yesterday."

"All day?" he asked, slightly confused.

"Of course. Lactation is a big commitment. I need to be drained at least once every four hours, but I've been doing it more like once every other hour to get a good flow as soon as I can. Suzanne came over and milked me as soon as I dropped you off at school, then I napped... In fact, I haven't done much more than alternate napping and milking all day. I even missed my usual morning exercises. I feel flabby already."

Alan sat forward, intensely interested in this new development. "How does it feel?"

"Tiger, it's like one constant high! True, it requires hard work and dedication to turn my tits into your personal milk jugs, but I love it! My cunt loves it too. I would die of pleasure if there was a mouth on my nipples all day long." She winked. "Or two."

Alan looked at Susan's big, round, firm, unoccupied tit, and felt quite tempted. He said, "Sis? Big Barakas Sister?"

"Mmmm-hmmm?" she responded without taking her mouth off her mother's tit.

"I know you said that Mom shouldn't touch me any more today for what she did this morning, but do you mind if I help milk a little? I've got a nice surprise for you if you say yes."

Katherine grumbled, but looked up at her mother's eyes, and felt too much love radiating there to be a spoilsport. "Well, okay. I do love surprises."

So Alan got up and changed couches to help nurse. However, he clearly stated, "Both of you, hands off my penis, okay? It needs time to recover."

To the surprise of Katherine and Susan, he took the phone with him, and called up his friend Christine even while he cuddled up next to them. He confirmed plans with Christine for dinner the following night, then just chatted with her for a while. The whole time, he pulled on Susan's nipple.

Then, when that call was over, he called up Kim to find out what had happened with Sean during the afternoon and arrange the S-Club meeting for the next day. There was no need to keep the club's true purpose secret from Susan any more, especially since he'd resolved to be more honest and open with her from now on, but everyone still liked to call it the S-Club, or SA-Club (in fact, Alan with his modesty preferred the former, but Susan and Katherine preferred the latter).

When talking to Kim, he wasn't worried about having her find out about what else he was doing at the same time, so whenever Kim talked he replaced his hand on his mother's tit with his mouth. Kim soon detected some funny noises and asked him about what they were. He laughed and replied honestly, "Oh, just sucking on a big tit. An E-cup, in fact. Is that a problem?" Kim didn't mind, and they joked about it. She described in some detail what she'd do if she had a pair of E-cups to play with and Alan kept the phone close to Susan's head so she could hear all that.

When Alan got off the line, Susan said, "My, my, you've become quite the multitasker. And by the way, I think we should invite Kim over to the house one of these days. She knows all about you and Katherine, anyway."

He just smiled. Susan obviously greatly enjoyed Kim's E-cup fantasies and wanted to get to know the cheerleader much better. With images of Kim and Susan making love filling Alan's head, he dialed his friend Sean. He briefly confirmed the S-Club orgy and heard Sean's take on how his afternoon fuck with Kim had gone.

When he got off the phone he looked down into his lap and frowned and pretended to be upset. One of Katherine's feet was rubbing his penis against his leg. He complained, even though he was secretly delighted, "Sis, didn't I explicitly say hands off my penis?"

"Yeah, that's why I'm using my feet. Got you!" She giggled. "Anyways, you can't reasonably expect to be around the two of us in a sexual situation like this and have your penis go untended."

Susan chimed in, "Tiger, please. Let her help. She misses it so much. Plus, I get distraught when I see your erect penis not being tended to in some way or another."

He rolled his eyes, but didn't push his sister's feet away. He said to Katherine, "You know, when you started doing that in the middle of my call I had this great desire to say to Sean, 'Guess what? My sister's just started jacking off my penis with her feet. It's giving me such waves of pleasure that I can hardly even concentrate on sucking my mom's nipples.' And he's found out enough about my sex life that I think he would actually believe me. But of course I can't ever tell him that. Which is why you and Amy can't come to the S-Club meeting tomorrow."

"What?! Brother! Why not?"

While Katherine continued to suck on her mother's nipple most of the time, her feet were getting to intimately know Alan's penis. She'd purposely worn pantyhose in the hopes that a chance for a footjob would come up. She knew the silky fabric would make Alan feel that much better.

He replied, "Because Sean is going to be there, along with Janice, Joy, Kim, and me. He needs to be there while I personally demonstrate some fucking techniques right in front of him. It's very important for his sexual development. But I won't have him ever touch any of my favorites. I don't want him to have the slightest hint about what's going on in this house." He pointedly looked at the feet now working together to drag his shorts down his thighs.

Susan said sympathetically to her daughter, "Angel, remember that us fuck toys have to be patient. It sounds like he needs to tame those cheerleader cunts a bit more. Who are we to complain? Even though it's on a Tuesday, I'm just going to sit back and take it, just like I spread my legs and take his massive log whenever he wants to shove it in me." She winked as she said, "You and I can find fun ways to occupy ourselves while he's gone."

Katherine frowned, but didn't say anything.

Alan then called Akami to thank her again for all her help in the Dr. Fredrickson power play.

Not only did Alan need to touch base with some phone calls, but he was really getting off on talking while sucking on his mother's tit every moment his mouth was free. As he grew more aroused, there was nothing stopping him from fondling the rest of Susan and Katherine, so he did so. He held the phone receiver to his ear by leaning into his shoulder so he could have both hands free. However, his one consideration was that he focused much more on Katherine, since this was supposed to be "her day." One of his hands worked on stimulating as many of her 17 erogenous zones as he could reach. Katherine, in turn, was getting more and more into giving him a great footjob. Before long, as usual, the only item of clothing remaining on any of them was Alan's T-shirt plus his first mother's high heeled shoes.

There was no need for him to hide anything from Akami, so, while they talked she would occasionally ask him what he was doing to whom, and he'd tell her. Before long, it turned into more of a phone sex call than anything else. Susan muted the TV volume, and she and Katherine listened to the phone call intently as they both got more aroused, right along with Akami and Alan.

Eventually Akami had to go to her own dinner, so after she had a nice climax, Alan said his good-byes and hung up.

CHAPTER 7

As soon as the line disconnected, Alan dialed Xania in Los Angeles. Luckily, she'd just got home and was alone. He had her explain in great detail what she'd said and done with Sean over the weekend. Just as Kim had done on her earlier phone call, Xania frequently compared Sean's love-making skills with Alan's and repeatedly proclaimed how much more she wanted to be with Alan instead. He thought, Man, I can feel my ego growing bigger all the time. I need to keep some perspective and not get too much of a swollen head! ... But that's for later. For now, I'm going to love all the attention devoted to my other swollen body part, heh-heh!

All the while Xania talked, Alan suckled Susan's tits and fondled Katherine all over, but mostly her clit. Soon Alan clued Xania in on what he and his women were doing, and she got as hot and bothered as everyone else had been by the idea of some multi-partner phone sex.

But it wasn't all fun; Alan had some things he had to ask her. Most importantly, he needed to know if Xania had taught Sean anything about anal sex over the weekend. Xania answered that not only did they not partake, but Sean seemed downright offended by the idea. He called it "gay." Alan groaned inwardly, remembering that not long ago he had given the same immature response. Alan discussed how Xania could help cure Sean of his attitude in the very near future. Xania was only too happy to help; she quite enjoyed being the sexual tutor to a near virginal boy.

That out of the way, the phone sex increased in intensity. In keeping with Xania's more aggressive nature, she began issuing orders over the phone of things she wanted to have happen: "Susan, put a finger up your daughter's ass"; "Katherine fit every inch of Alan's penis in your mouth, and I do mean every inch"; "Alan, pull your mother's tits together and suck on both nipples at once." Alan told Xania that he wanted to focus on his sister, so her commands were mostly given with that in mind.

That was fun for all involved, but Alan gave orders as well as received them. He started by telling Xania exactly how to masturbate herself. But that was fairly predictable and the options on what he could have her do were limited since she was alone. He wondered how he could up the ante. Then he remembered that Sean had told him that Xania lived high up in an apartment building and had a balcony that looked out onto the ocean. So he said, "Xania, take off every last stitch of clothing and masturbate right at the edge of your balcony."

At first she replied, "No! That's insane!" but he finally talked her into doing it. As it was getting dark outside, he had her turn her balcony light on. He told her, "I hope that's gonna function like a spotlight pointing right at you, causing everyone at the beach to look up and see. Is anyone looking at you?"

"No," she gasped, "unfortunately I'm a few blocks from the beach. But I want them to! You make me so hot!"

He kept pushing her, even while she was giving him and the others new commands. Before long, Xania found herself rather precariously sitting with one leg over the balcony's rail, sliding back and forth along the rail and grinding her pussy on the cold metal.

While she'd fucked on her balcony a few times before, she'd never dared (or been dared) to actually do anything with the railing before, and she loved it. She got so into it that she had to put the phone on the ground so she could have both hands free and not worry too much about falling. But she kept the line connected and continued to give Alan a blow by blow account of what she was doing. She frequently spiced her words with complaints like, "You bastard! I can't believe you're making me do this! I could fall and die! Everyone can see me!"

But such protests only made her more aroused. Alan knew that public exhibitionism was a particularly strong turn-on for her, which was the main reason why he'd asked her to go to her balcony in the first place. Even with the phone on the ground and the distant sound of traffic, she could still make out what he said if he shouted into the line, so every now and then he gave her new commands or comments.

He was wondering how he could top having her fuck the balcony pole, and then it came to him: he told her to bend down and titfuck the pole while she kept grinding her pussy against it. Sure enough, she spread her flowing pussy juices all over her cleavage and fucked the pole with her tits and pussy at once. She loved that best of all. In fact, she considered it one of the most arousing and erotic things she'd ever done. She came so hard and repeatedly that she seriously worried about losing consciousness and falling ten floors to her death, but the danger turned her on still further.

By this time, Susan and Katherine were panting so heavily that they could no longer overhear both sides of the phone conversation, so Alan gave a blow by blow account of everything Xania was doing and saying. That got the whole bunch that much more excited, and mother and daughter kept raving about the pole idea in particular. Alan had visions of coming home from school the next day and finding all the women he knew sprawled all over the house, sliding themselves over every metal pole they could find.

However, suddenly Susan's oven alarm buzzed. For some reason, that signaled the end of the erotic fun (probably because everyone was so exhausted). Alan looked around and was reminded that the nursing of Susan had long flown out the window. Mother, daughter, and son were tangled together rather like they'd been playing a game of erotic Twister (which wasn't that far from the truth, given the way they'd been following Xania's commands). Susan reluctantly disentangled herself and went to the kitchen.

Alan told Xania about the buzzer and need for dinner, and brought the phone call to an end not long thereafter. She didn't mind too much, since she'd just had a great multiple orgasm and was more than wiped out from her balcony pole dare. She said to him, "Good night for now, but I can't wait to see you on Wednesday. If you think I'm gonna miss another Poke-her Night, you're dead wrong."

"Did you say Poke-her Night?" Alan petted Katherine's hair, while she continued to suck on his penis.

"Yeah. That's just my little joke name."

"I love it! Okay, see you then on Poke-her Night. Since you're coming all this way, I hope it'll be a poke-you night, specifically!"

Katherine gave a thumbs up to the Poke-her name, but her nose was buried in her brother's pubic hair and she was unable to see if he'd seen her signal. So she pushed her thumb up his asshole instead. Alan laughed at that.

Meanwhile, Xania raved, "Me too! Me too! You've gotten me SO hot that I can't even believe it. I think this balcony pole is gonna be my new best friend, but it won't be the same without your voice goading me on. I'm going to have to go out and find someone to fuck tonight. I don't even care who. No, I'm gonna find me a young teenaged stud just like you and pretend he's you. But it won't be the same. I can't wait till Wednesday!"

He hung up and left Xania still reveling in her post-orgasmic bliss. In fact, Alan was the only person not to have an orgasm yet, but Katherine was still trying her best to change that. He looked down into his lap where she was greedily sucking away. He arced his back and clenched his PC muscle with all his might to prevent the rush of another climax. "Come on, Sis. Enough of that. I've gotta save that load for later. I plain ran out of cum last night and I haven't had much chance to bounce back yet."

Katherine pulled away, but complained, "How can you say that? You're the only guy I've ever heard of who can calmly cut a blowjob off right when it was getting really good. It was so close! I could practically feel the sperm splashing against my tonsils!"

"Sorry, Sis. If it's any consolation, you can go back to giving me a footjob once I get my second wind. If you want to, of course."

"Boy, you're a real difficult one today." She immediately rearranged herself and placed her feet practically in his lap, readying them for action.

"Well, it's kind of a recovery day. At least it's supposed to be. You know, I've never been much for talking on the phone, but I'm looking at things in a new light. Not only was that a lot of sexual fun, but I actually achieved some useful communication at the same time. I need to do that more often."

Katherine replied, "Totally! That was cool. Was that my surprise, having Xania order me to suck you off and stuff?"

"Kind of. I was winging it, but I figured something fun like that would happen that we'd all enjoy. But I've got a couple of planned surprises in mind. You'll find out later tonight."

"Oh good. Oh, and congrats. It sounds like the taming of Xania's cunt is progressing nicely and you're bringing her along when you're not even in the same town as her. Nice!"

"Nah. She's not like that. I don't think she can be tamed. ... Ah, what am I saying? You and Mom have me using your language more and more. She's her own woman and that's all there is to it, okay?"

"Whatever you say, Bro. But I do love to watch your cunt taming in action. She'd be fun to have as a fellow harem fuck toy, so I'm rooting for you. By the way, I love it when you just hold me and explore me like you were doing when the calls started. That was just as much fun as when we started to get into it more heavily with Xania's commands."

"Dinner's ready!" Susan shouted.

Alan was feeling like he needed more of a break, so he stood, put a robe on (dress at the Plummer house had become casual, to say the least), and said to Katherine, "Sorry, but this time, no touching my penis during dinner. Please. That includes feet."

"Shucks. And you hadn't even finished your second wind yet." She stuck her feet high up in the air and jacked off an imaginary penis just in front of Alan's chest, showing him what he was missing. She'd been practicing footjobs and was getting quite good at them.

Mother, son, and daughter sat down at the dinner table and had a very relaxed and enjoyable meal. However, it was served with a surprisingly fancy presentation for a school night. Susan had cooked a family favorite (chicken à l'orange), and brought out the best silverware and tablecloth. She dimmed the overhead lights very low and put out a nice bouquet of flowers in the middle of the table. When Alan asked her what the special occasion was, she just answered vaguely, "Why not? We have so much worth celebrating. Every night should be a special night."

CHAPTER 8

Around the time the Plummer family started enjoying themselves, Suzanne was in her kitchen making dinner when she got a phone call from Brenda. The overly busty submissive sounded very urgent. "Suzanne! I'm so glad I could reach you. I know it's not my place for someone as lowly as me to ask a favor from someone as mighty as you, but I could really use your help. Right away."

Suzanne looked around the kitchen. Her hands were messy as she and Amy were in the middle of cutting vegetables. "I'd love to help, but I'm kind of in the middle of something. Preparing dinner, actually. There's a lot of very important things happening this evening so your timing isn't very good. What is it?"

"It's about Adrian. I'm having all kinds of trouble, you know, with the program of events you wanted me to start. I need your advice!" She paused, then whispered into the phone, "My Mistress." Adrian was taking a nap last she'd checked, and she assumed he still was, but now that the video monitors had been installed all over the house she couldn't be completely sure if she was being overheard or not.

Brenda's mansion was only a mile or so away from the street where the Plummers and Pestridges lived, in an even more exclusive part of that neighborhood, so Suzanne decided to speak to Brenda in person. She left Amy to finish preparing dinner and made arrangements to eat at Brenda's house instead. She ruefully thought that she'd missed dinner at her own house so often lately that her son Brad would hardly notice her being gone one more time. (She only cared for her son and how absent she'd been from his life, and gave little thought to missing or disappointing her husband Eric. In her mind, she was as good as divorced already even though she hadn't lowered the boom on him yet.)

Suzanne showed up at Brenda's door a few minutes later. She wore a turquoise green bathing suit underneath her outfit, since Brenda had asked her to dress that way. Brenda wore a more revealing blue bikini. The reason for the bathing gear soon became clear. Brenda led her right through the house to her vast back yard. The two of them stripped down to their bathing suits and sunglasses, then dipped into the hot Jacuzzi. In keeping with the Hunter estate's opulence, it was no ordinary Jacuzzi but rather a surprisingly large body of water surrounded by rocks, which was in turn framed by a Japanese garden complete with gazebo. It seemed more like a Japanese natural hot springs than a mere Jacuzzi.

Suzanne said as she settled into the water, "Well, this is a pleasant surprise. Not that I'm complaining, but is there any special reason why we couldn't just talk in your living room?"

"Yes, my Mistress. That new video surveillance system of yours. It's both a blessing and a curse. I think Adrian is still napping and my maid Anika is keeping an eye on him just to be sure, but I thought this would be the safest bet. As you know from today's installation, practically the whole house is covered with video monitors, but the outside isn't at all. He may be able to see us from his balcony, but there's no way he can hear us above the churning water unless we shout." She made a significant look at a second story balcony about one hundred feet away.

Suzanne saw that the drapes on the balcony were closed, and felt reassured. Not only did she not want to be heard by Adrian, but she didn't want to be ogled by him either. As far as she was concerned, Alan was the only one who had ogling rights. "Ah. Good thinking. So, what's up?"

"It's this seduction plan, Mistress. I'm screwing it all up. I can't do anything right!" Brenda agonized, "The problem is that I get so excited! I just want to up and get fucked by him already! This whole mucking about with teasing... Why do I have to wait another minute to feel his hot pole sliding in and out of me? It's so aggravating! In fact, with the way I behaved today, it's a near thing my son still has his virginity. You wouldn't believe what I did..."

She started telling Suzanne everything that had happened since Adrian came home. She explained the rectal thermometer story, but that wasn't all. After it was over, Anika strongly recommended that Brenda stay away from Adrian, because Brenda's climax in the bathtub had seemingly only whetted the buxom woman's already voracious sexual appetite. Now that Brenda had gotten over her initial nervousness about seducing her son and adjusted to her new role, she was like a cat in heat. She was so aroused that she could hardly stand in a hallway without rubbing her crotch against a doorframe.

So Brenda followed Anika's stern advice and stayed away from her second favorite male. But thanks to the newly installed video system, she didn't have to be anywhere near Adrian to have her fun. She spent the rest of the afternoon cavorting around in her bedroom, wearing little to nothing, bending and preening and jiggling. Her thin excuse was that she was going through her old clothes, trying them on one by one and then throwing them into "keep" and "throw away" piles. She knew Adrian was in the monitoring room next to his room, jacking off the entire time. She knew this quite well because she alternated her teasing with trips to her walk-in closet (out of reach of Adrian's cameras), where she could monitor a camera of her own pointed right at where he sat in the monitoring room. She'd frig herself until she came watching her son cum, then she'd go back out to her bedroom and cavort around some more, starting the process all over again. This happened three times, and would have kept going indefinitely except that finally Adrian was too exhausted to masturbate any more. He went back to his room and collapsed.

Brenda explained all of this to her mistress, except in the kind of detail that got both of them quite aroused. For instance, when she described the first time she watched him cum on video, she said, "So there he was. I knew he was going to blow any second, thinking of me! His mother! But when he came I think he was even more surprised than I was. He let out a little yelp - great sound system, by the way - and his cum flew straight up - up, up, up and up, aaaalmost hitting the ceiling, then came down and hit him in the face and chest! Some of it almost landed in his mouth, which was hanging wide open in surprise. It was so beautiful! I only wish it could have splattered all over me instead. What I wouldn't give to feel that hot jism course through his penis, and feel the pressure as it rocketed past my tiny grip and covered me in a pearl necklace. Oh, and then when he was done he moaned out loud, 'Momma, Momma, what have I done?' That's my favorite part! He tries so hard to be a good boy, but he just can't help his incestuous urges to drill his helpless, big-breasted momma and fill her every hole to overflowing with tasty spunk! So naughty!"

She could have continued like that indefinitely. Suzanne was enjoying it and getting quite flushed, but time was pressing and she eventually had to cut her off and tell her to skip to what kind of help she needed.

Her chest still heaving in her tiny dark blue bikini, Brenda tried to calm her panting and focus on what she had to say. "So you can see why I called you over. I have no self-control! I'm especially having a hard time understanding why I should have any. I want you to explain that to me again. Obviously Adrian wants me and I want him in the most profound way. The most deep, penetrating, fundamental way! My Master Alan gave his permission for me to be with my son, so everything's good, isn't it? Why can't I just get fucked by my son and then sort out the fallout later? If he's going to be my latest master and superior, then my body belongs to him, and it would be wrong for me to hold back from him even one more hour!"

Suzanne chuckled at Brenda's eagerness while her eyes bobbed up and down with the heaving of Brenda's breasts. "Yes, that's all true. However, never forget who your supreme master is. If Alan and Adrian are standing naked side by side and both have erections, what are you going to do?"

"That's obvious! I'll eagerly spread my legs for my Master. My Supreme Master, Alan. Ooh! I love the sound of that. But what does that have to do with-"

"Brenda, think! This is a very delicate situation. I'm sorry that I didn't have more time to explain things, but these past few days have been so busy. Your goal is not just to seduce Adrian in any old way. You have to seduce him in a manner that will get him to accept Alan's role in your life. That's not easy. Not easy at all. Now, luckily, from the little I've seen of Adrian, he seems, well, to be blunt, a bit of a pushover. But any male is going to be very resentful of Alan's role in your new life. Just think about it from your son's point of view. A matter of weeks ago, you were like any other mother, with the exception of the extra endowments God gave you. But now you're turning into a complete slut right before his eyes, and soon he'll find out that you're just another nymph in a big harem. Even worse, your master is seemingly just another average student in the same high school he's going to! I don't care how mellow or wimpy he is, he's going to be shocked and appalled, if not outright completely disbelieving!"

"Oh. God. Mistress! I never thought of all that. What am I going to do? He HAS to understand that my body belongs first and foremost to Master Alan!" She seemed quite disturbed that anyone wouldn't naturally understand that because it seemed so patently obvious to her.

"That's why I was trying to tell you to go slow with your son's seduction. Consider yourself very lucky that you have such an understanding master who will let you sleep with your son in the first place. He sees, like all of us Plummers do, that it's very important for you psychologically to be with Adrian. You have a deep need. But your son has to understand that there's a price to having his fantasies fulfilled. For one, you only belong to him during the hours that you're at home. Your duties at the Plummer house come first and foremost. For another, he can never sleep with any other girl but you, because we don't want to be getting sexual diseases through him."

"Of course. I understand that. It's only right. Big-titted women like me must have a natural master, just as Susan's brilliant theory predicts, and Alan is obviously the man for me, my one and only, My Superior Master. One whiff of his cum and I knew I was hooked for life. But how do I get Adrian to understand all that?"

Suzanne slid down in the water, relaxing a little more. She thought, It's completely bizarre Brenda would call Alan "My Superior Master." With those Matrix-styled glasses on, she seems so together, so cocky, even. But I guess there's no understanding the human heart. ... Shit! She's not really THAT different from me when it comes to her status with Alan. That's kind of scary!

She pushed this disturbing thought away, and finally came around to Brenda's question. "That's where the slow seduction comes in. You have to build up his desire to simply unbearable levels. I know how much he wants you; I've seen it written on his face in the couple of times I've met him. But you have to turn him into a complete wreck so that he wants you so bad he doesn't know if he's coming or going. While seducing him, slowly reveal details of your new life and your role as one of Alan's personal fuck toys. After each new bit of information, wait until he fully understands it and acknowledges it. Only then reward him with more of your body. For instance, first let him know that you belong to another man who has many other beautiful women at his beck and call. Tell him you can only pleasure him with the permission of this new man. Once he sincerely understands all this, only then can you reward him with a handjob."

"But that could take ages! I want to jack him off now!"

Suzanne rolled her eyes. "Then make him understand these things sooner rather than later. But slowly! Don't just take his word for it. It'll take time for these ideas to sink in. You were telling me earlier today that your maid Anika knows everything already. She seems very trustworthy. Don't go to the next stage until she gives me the okay sign that he's passed his latest test. All right?"

Brenda slumped down, defeated. "Yeah. I guess. What a drag! This could take weeks or months. Years, even! What if my Aidy NEVER accepts the details of my new life?!"

"Don't worry, he will. I guarantee it. If nothing else, my scheme will work on a purely Pavlovian level. You remember Pavlov, the doctor with the salivating dogs and the bells? If you're a good temptress you can get a man to do ANYTHING and even have him love doing it. Believe me, I know. I've done it over and over. I've had many lovers before Alan and you should see how I had every single one of them wrapped around my finger."

"Forgive me, Mistress, but if that's true, then why is it you don't control Alan in the same way?"

Suzanne didn't like that question at all, and shot Brenda a mean look. But she quickly recovered her normal smile, masking just what a touchy subject that question brought up. How do I explain that Alan stole his way into my heart and I can't be as calculating with him as I was to everyone else? It just wouldn't feel right. "My Sweetie is different, okay? He's not like other men, as you fully know first hand. Can we leave it at that?"

Brenda nodded, very sorry she'd been so uppity as to ask a question that so obviously upset her mistress. She hoped Suzanne would punish her with a solid spanking for it the next time she was back at the Plummer house. She made a mental note to remind her about it, forgetting that spankings were now rewards given to her when she was good.

"Look, Brenda. Adrian wants you so bad that properly seducing him will be a piece of cake. By the time you're done with him he'll literally worship the ground Alan walks on because Alan will have been the one who has given you permission each step of the way and has made everything possible, thanks to his great generosity."

Brenda looked off dreamily towards her son's balcony and said, "Then Aidy will be just like me."

It took some seconds for Suzanne to figure out what Brenda meant. Ah. Yes, he'll worship the ground Alan walks on just like she does. This woman is too much. She gives us harem nymphos a bad name. But then again I'm not exactly turning her down as my sex slave, either. I'm as much to blame as anyone is for her being this submissive, and yet I'm just digging her in deeper even as I sit here. Am I turning into "bad Suzanne"? Heh-heh!

Far from bothering Suzanne, these ideas aroused her and made her want to take advantage of her sex slave. She said, "Brenda, you're making your mistress all horny. I want you to finger my pussy."

Brenda looked around nervously. "But I can't. He's watching us right now!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. The curtains to his room were completely closed a few minutes ago but now they're open a couple of inches. It's always like that when he spies on me in the Jacuzzi. If you look closely sometimes you can catch the glint of sunlight reflecting off his binoculars."

"Binoculars? Ah. Now I see why we're still wearing sunglasses even though it's getting dark. You see what I mean, Brenda? He's so far gone that he won't stand a chance. How long has he been spying on your swimming?"

"Oh, since puberty hit him at about thirteen."

"Holy mackerel! But why should his spying stop us? Take your top off and scoot up next to me. He won't be able to see what your hands are doing underneath all the bubbly water, if you're careful. Sit low in the water but not so low that he can't see all of your tits, and don't move your upper arms."

Brenda had been sitting on the opposite side of the Jacuzzi, but moved around to where Suzanne wanted her. As she undid her bikini top, she asked, "Mistress, aren't you going to take your top off, too? I love to see you naked. You know that when I'm not masturbating to thoughts of Alan or Adrian, it's usually to thoughts of you or Susan."

Suzanne put her arm around Brenda and pulled her closer. "I know, but my body belongs completely to Alan now, and only to him. No other man, not even your young son looking from a great distance, has the right to see any of my privates exposed. Why do you think I came here wearing my most conservative bathing suit?" As Suzanne said these words, she marveled at the sincere pride with which she said them. She thought back to Brenda's earlier painful question and thought, What IS it about my Sweetie that makes me say such things? A strange love, indeed, but I do love him so much.

Brenda nodded knowingly. Despite her strong feelings for her son, she felt a little jealous that she couldn't have such a singular devotion to just one man. But then she thought, My body belongs to all my superiors, including my Mistress Suzanne. It's not for me to question my role; my only duty is to serve. I'm so naughty that it takes all these superiors to control me. With another nervous glance up towards Adrian's balcony, she began frigging Suzanne's pussy as discretely as possible.

Suzanne alternated between discretely looking up towards Adrian's balcony and looking over at Brenda's tits. As she did the latter, she thought, Talk about "floating devices"! I never thought that I, of all people, would have boob envy. It's not so much the sheer size as those long nipples I love. How could a woman with boobs that big and that all around beautiful be so submissive and so willing to do anything for Alan? ... Argh. I don't like thinking about Brenda's situation. It reminds me too much of my own.

The sun went behind some hills, and seconds later some tasteful night lighting automatically turned on, illuminating their Jacuzzi. Suzanne noted, "Ah. Lifestyles of the rich and wicked. I don't know why neither I nor Susan have Jacuzzis of our own. We certainly could afford it. Would you mind if, some night Adrian isn't here, we bring the Plummer gang over? We could fit the whole harem in this giant Jacuzzi, plus some of Alan's latest conquests to boot. Think of all the fun we could have!"

"Would I mind? Mistress Suzanne, everything you see here now belongs to the Plummers, just as I belong utterly and completely to the Plummers. It goes without saying that you can do anything with my fortune and my possessions just like you can do anything with my body." Brenda really meant it, too, but she did feel some sadness in the fact that Suzanne's words implied Adrian would always be on the outside from the Plummer family.

Suzanne replied, "I'm glad you're so understanding. You really are a great slave." She had a hard time not bursting out into laughter at the absurdity of it all. A slave! Brenda's completely serious about her new life, and she IS going to share her fortune with us, after all! Life is fucking ridiculously good ever since I kicked the six times a day scheme into motion. Brenda's so into the slave idea that she makes Katherine's fuck toy concept seem completely normal and rational in comparison. But who am I to judge her choices, if this is what makes her happy? Just like the question of her money: she knows we're good people who aren't going to rip her off. It goes without saying that we'll love and care for her as long as she wants to be with us. In fact, I'm almost positive she'll become a member of the Plummer family in time. She knows she'll never want for any material things, which is a good thing since she's just about the most spoiled and pampered slave or maid in history!

But the ivory beauty redirected her thoughts and tried to get down to business. She finally took her sunglasses off, and said, "Now, let's get talking about seduction techniques. My time here is very limited and I hope Anika is cooking up a quick dinner. To be honest, I'm going to get fucked by Alan tonight and I have a lot of preparation to do first."

"Oh, I'm so jealous! But I know so little about seduction. I'm not like you. Everything you do is completely seductive! With the way you swish your hips and shake your rack, I don't understand how you manage to walk a block down the street without getting gang raped every time."

"Good God, woman! You're just as beautiful as I am. You must know SOMETHING about seduction."

"Surprisingly little, actually. I've spent all my life keeping my head down and wearing baggy clothes, trying to deflect attention from myself. Aside from a little gold digging, I've kept as low a profile as humanly possible."

Suzanne sighed and spoke her mind. "Then we've got a lot of work to do."

Suzanne filled Brenda with advice until dinner was ready, and all the while Brenda worked Suzanne's pussy and clit. The main problem Suzanne noticed was Brenda's lack of self-control. For instance, Brenda would really get into her fingering of Suzanne's pussy and forget everything else, forcing Suzanne to repeatedly remind her not to be so obvious with her upper arm movements. Suzanne didn't have an easy answer to Brenda's enthusiasm except to suggest that Anika stay close and effectively serve as the restraint Brenda almost entirely lacked.

Suzanne felt a bit bad, because she knew the problem was partly her making. Brenda, Susan, Katherine. I've let all these women around me go too far. Brenda and Susan especially are so into sex with Alan that they're almost kind of loony. I really should try to pull them back to reality a bit, but how do I put the genie back in the bottle? Maybe in Brenda's case I should manipulate both Brenda AND Adrian, and get both of them to work on changing each other. He can help bring her down to Earth, if anyone can. ... But on the other hand it's so much fun to have her as our completely submissive family sex slave! I can really see where Alan's coming from when he gets off on all this "master" business.

The two buxom beauties quickly dried off and met Adrian and Anika inside. Suzanne gobbled down Anika's excellent cooking. She mostly chatted with Adrian, asking him subtly probing questions to learn more about what made him tick. The one thing that really struck her was that even though she ate while still dressed in a bathing suit (as Brenda did), Adrian hardly even gave her a second glance. In a very literal sense, he only had eyes for his mother.

Suzanne was very glad to see that, but still, she wondered if Adrian could truly come to accept Alan's place in Brenda's life without seething resentment and major problems. She made a resolution to herself to better guide Brenda's seduction of Adrian. She enjoyed the prospect as she always relished an opportunity for some fun scheming. She also noted the strange contrast of Brenda's life at the Plummers, where she spent each day doing menial chores, and her life in her mansion, where Brenda dropped her fork and gave it no further thought because she correctly assumed Anika would pick it up.

Suzanne thought, Strange. Is the appeal of the slave life a kind of The Prince and the Pauper story, where the novelty will wear off after a while? No, I think that's just a small part of it. I wouldn't be surprised if another part of it is, after having everything taken care of for her, she also likes not having to make any decisions on her own. In any case, she sure is something else!

CHAPTER 9

Dinner came to an end at the Plummer house as well. Enough time had passed for Suzanne to return home and get herself ready. She and Amy didn't just want to go over to Alan's house and get fucked, they wanted everything to be just right and spent a long time preparing themselves. Amy normally didn't wear make up, but Suzanne helped her this time with some very subtle touches here and there.

Suzanne and Amy arrived at the Plummer house together and let themselves in, just as they usually did. But they didn't simply walk on into the dining room where the others were relaxing after dinner. They'd arranged a special plan with Susan and Katherine to make the evening memorable, and a dramatic entrance was a big part of it.

Suzanne came into view of the dining room first while Amy hung back. She was so stunning that she took everyone's breath away. Because of her pale skin she usually avoided wearing white, but tonight she flaunted her ivory tone and wore a pure white gown with long white gloves and even completely white high heels. She truly looked like an elegant, blindingly bright angel except for her dark red hair, which stood out like a shimmering halo of fire around her face. She wore especially dark and glossy lipstick, and for some moments Alan was transfixed by the sight of those luscious lips, and her sparkling emerald eyes. But then his eyes dropped lower. Her gown was made of carefully arranged folds of cloth and it covered most of her except for her breasts, which only had one strip running up the middle of each, pulling tight over her extremely prominent and aroused nipples. It looked like almost any movement could cause her breasts to swing free, and of course that was how she had intended it to be.

She really hammed it up as she walked ever so slowly across the room to the dining room table. She vamped with exaggerated moves, as if she was a movie star walking down a red carpet with dozens of paparazzi snapping her pictures. She'd stop every step or two and throw up her arms to strike another cheesecake pose. Such behavior came naturally to her, as if she was born to be a star. Not for the first time, Alan was struck by how much she was like the cartoon character Jessica Rabbit come to life.

There was a slit on one side of the dress that ran far up her thigh. As she got nearer to the table she strategically stepped in such a way as to bring her dark bush into view every so often. Alan knew at that moment that it was a very good idea indeed to not have Suzanne shave her pussy - the dark pubic hair looked incredibly tempting.

Then it was Amy's turn.

She waited until her mother gave a little cough, then she knew it was her time to shine. She stepped forward into the room. However, she didn't try to follow her mother's swishy style, and just walked along like she always did, though she was more bashful and nervous than usual. She felt slightly silly being so dressed up. She desperately wanted Alan to find her in the same league as her shockingly gorgeous mother.

As soon as she came into sight, Alan exclaimed, "WOW! Amy! You look fantastic!"

An uncertain smile crossed her face. "Really?"

"Of course, really! I'm speechless!"

She smiled widely, making her appear twice as attractive as she already was. She looked so lovable beaming with joy that Alan wanted to simply hug and kiss her until the end of time. She walked the rest of the way to the dinner table with a bounce in her step.

As she got closer, Alan took a better look. She was dressed in a bright red dress (an easy choice, since everyone knew red was his favorite color). The knee-length dress had slits up to the tops of her hips, plus it was open down the front nearly to the top of where her bush would have been. It was somehow daringly revealing, yet also very formal and regal. Further, she was fully decked out with earrings, perfume, ruby red lipstick, rouge, and so forth. Suzanne wore nice, fancy clothes and make up all the time. But since Amy dressed so casually (when she was wearing clothes at all, an increasingly rare event at the Plummer house), Alan couldn't remember seeing her look anything like this. He was impressed.

Once the two arrived at the table, Alan said, "Suzanne, I've honestly never seen you look so ravishing. And Amy, you look just as good. I hardly recognize you! I'm speechless! You two look like the kind of Bond girls that Agent 007 would meet in a Monte Carlo casino. But what's the occasion?"

Suzanne struck another pose, holding up her mane of dark red hair with a hand, and said in a Zsa Zsa Gabor-styled voice while she held a devastating "come hither and fuck me" gaze, "Daalink, you just had dinner. We're your dessert."

Alan was casually dressed in a short robe and nothing else. His penis was already erect just from watching mother and daughter walk into the dining room, but it literally lurched its way out of the robe and stuck straight up after Suzanne said that.

Even though Katherine wasn't the center of attention, she was happily 'in' on the Pestridges' game. She stood up, and like a Vanna White-styled presenter cum maitre'd, she slowly swept her arms around Amy and Suzanne, and said to Alan in a snobby French accent, "Le Chateau Plummer" - she made it sound like "plume-mare" - "has two dessert items on the menu for monsieur this evening." With a great bow, and then a sweep of her arm from Suzanne's head to her legs, she said, "May I present, Pussy à la Suzanne." She stepped back with another great bow.

Suzanne walked forward and dramatically rested one of her feet on the dining table, causing her gown to ride up and exposing her pussy just a foot or two from Alan's face. Her boobs were so precariously covered by her gown that they naturally swung free, just as she'd planned.

Alan jokingly leaned forward and sniffed at her crotch. "Mmmm. Fine vintage. Lovely aroma. A bit bold and fruity... Full bodied, definitely. ... Robust. Ripe. ... Tart! She's definitely a tart. A most succulent red."

Suzanne playfully slapped him on the head, but she was loving the attention.

Alan turned to Katherine and said while idly groping Suzanne's dangling tits, "Very tempting. Very tempting indeed. But you said there were two options?"

"Oui." Katherine stepped back into the light and in fact walked right up to Alan until she stood just behind his shoulder. "May I present the other selection for sir? Anus à l’Amy." Her French accent made it sound like "A-noose." Her hands swept dramatically all over and around Amy as Amy stepped forward, slightly nervous.

Amy didn't have the natural elegance that Suzanne did, and didn't know what to do with herself in such a situation. So she just walked up to the other side of Alan and got down on all fours, making sure to let her gown slide down her back and off of her ass. Then she backed up towards Alan and worked her way between his legs until her ass was practically up against his penis. Now Amy was directly underneath Suzanne, but a couple of feet below her.

Alan laughed at the differing styles, but it was a kind and delighted laugh. He said to Katherine, but to encourage Amy, "Mmmm! Would you look at this? What is this? The world's finest, sweetest peach?" He lightly stroked the globes presented to him.

Katherine leaned forward over him, dangling her own ample tits in his face. "Non, monsieur. That is Anus à l’Amy. I have eaten it many times myself and I can vouch it is a most exquisite delicacy." She couldn't resist the sight of Alan's penis sticking up like a flag pole out of his robe. She reached out and grabbed it, and began lightly stroking it.

Alan didn't mind that extra attention at all, but his focus was still on Amy. He leaned forward and ostentatiously sniffed right into his girlfriend's ass crack.

Amy could tell what Alan was doing, and said, "Aaaallan! That's gross!"

He replied, "It would be, except that you've obviously cleaned it and bathed it in oils. I swear, it DOES smell exquisite!" He turned back to Susan, who was sitting across the table from him. He said, "Boy, what should I choose, Mommy? Both selections seem so tempting." He fingered Amy's ass crack with his right hand and fingered Suzanne's pussy with his left.

Susan just smiled widely, glad that he was happy and that his penis was being stroked. "It's your choice, Son. Both of these dishes are yours now and forever, yours to do whatever you like with, day or night." But then she joked, "You know, there are some other house specialties not on the menu, such as Cunt à la Susan."

That got a frustrated groan from the other three women. "I'm just kidding," Susan protested. But she said more seriously, "So what'll you eat? I think we have a lot of anxious people here."

Amy and Suzanne both redoubled their efforts to pose for him. Amy crawled a little bit away from him (knowing that he had a thing for seeing females crawl), then wiggled her naked ass as dramatically as she could. Suzanne meanwhile also pulled back and stood up so he could admire her as a complete package. She ran her hands all over herself, causing her gown to fall down even more.

Alan looked back and forth between Amy's ass and Suzanne's pussy, and thought to himself, How did it come to this, that all these women, these perfect ten women, will go to such great lengths to arouse me? I don't know the answer, but I'm loving it! And the way Sis is focusing her rubbing right on Alan Junior's most sensitive spot - priceless! God, if an amoeba came near either of my "desserts," it would absolutely have to morph into a phallic shape. Nothing can resist these sexy vixens!

He pondered with a hand on his chin, then said, "Boy. Both desserts look so tempting. They're definitely dishes, that's for sure. You know what? I'm trying to watch my weight, but I think I'm just going to have to have both. I think I'll start with the Anus à la Amy, since I've never had that one before."

Amy suddenly stood up and clapped. "Woo-hoo! Goody!" She turned around and gave Alan a big hug and kiss. Katherine had to step back and let go of Alan's penis to make way for the hug. The hug was so intimate that Amy ended up with her legs wrapped around his torso and his penis situated so that it pointed directly at her cunt while she half-stood over his lap to hug him.

Suzanne looked chagrined, but she grabbed Alan's suddenly available penis and gave it a playful, tight, squeeze while she gracefully rubbed its tip against her daughter's exposed pussy lips. "That's okay. I knew you were going to say that. But save a piece of Alan Junior for me, okay?"

Alan leaned forward and kissed her on the stomach. "Definitely. I'll let him baste in cum sauce for a while." It went without saying that Alan would choose both women, as everyone knew it was essentially his duty to hammer them both with his penis to make up for the fact they'd gone the weekend without him.

Suzanne remained standing over Alan for some long moments, smiling lovingly at him.

Finally, Amy said, "Mother? Your hand?"

"What? Oh. Right." Suzanne's playful squeeze had turned into a full on jacking off without her even consciously intending it. But even after Amy's reminder she couldn't bear to let go, and only did so after Alan stood up and walked to Amy for a kiss.

He and Amy walked hand in hand out of the dining room through the living room to the stairs. They turned back a couple of times and waved. Amy said to him, "Gosh! This is so exciting! I feel like we're leaving a wedding reception! Oooh! My ass is all tingly!"

CHAPTER 10

Alan and Amy walked up to his room still holding hands. Amy used her other hand to hold her dress up above her ass, and Alan used his other hand to cup one of her ass cheeks while they walked. He loved to sensation of Amy's big firm buttock flexing under his fingers as they walked.

Amy continued to exclaim how excited she was the whole way there. As soon as they got in his room and he closed the door, she pulled her dress over her head. "Finally! Nakedness! They made me wear that 'cos they said you'd like it."

"They're smart, 'cos I did like it. I think it's a lot sexier to get undressed than start buck naked. You know, maybe because you're so full of life and youthful enthusiasm, I tend to see you as a girl. A teenager. But tonight that dress made you look like a mature woman."

Amy positively glowed at the compliment. "Cool!"

"But the important thing is that you do what you like. If you never want to wear any clothes in this house, that's fine by me."

Amy rushed up to him and kissed him on the lips. "You're so cool! Super duper double way cool boyfriend brother!" She obviously loved that idea.

Alan laughed. He decided to keep his short robe on for the moment. It made him feel like Hugh Hefner.

Suddenly, Amy turned more contemplative. "Brother? Before we start, I have a question. What's with all this submissiveness stuff that's going around? I kinda thought that was just a sexy game, like your 'bump check' games you used to play with me. But I've talked to Katherine about it and she's so SERIOUS! Same with Brenda. She's way into it. What do you think? Do you get off on being the 'master'? Is that what I should call you? Do you want us to be all slave-y?"

"Aims, it's like I was saying. Do whatever you like. I know that however I interact with you it's gonna be great and we're going to have lots of loving fun." He kissed her and softly caressed her hair before continuing. "So don't feel any pressure to call me anything or act any particular way. What turns me on the most is when you're acting like you. I want to know the real Amy."

"Well, that's cool, and I'll definitely do that, but what do you really like? If you like something, then I'll like it more, because it makes me happy to make you happy."

Alan sat on his bed and pondered. "Hmm. Tough question. Obviously, it makes me happy to make you happy, too, but that's not what you're asking. I don't know about this dominance stuff. I guess I'm straddling the fence. On the one hand, yes, it's a big turn on to have women act like my complete sex slaves. I mean, I'm so lucky to have that kind of devotion. It's incredible. But on the other hand, I really love a strong, independent woman. Like Xania, for instance."

"Xania: The Warrior Princess!" Amy joked.

"Yeah. That's a big turn on, too. I mean, do I want to see you drop everything and do nothing but serve me? No." He laced his fingers through Amy's. It felt good and reassuring simply to hold hands with her. "I want to see you develop your artistic talent and become a great artist. And I feel kind of guilty sometimes. It's not right. We go too far, like the way Mom is losing touch with reality. Yet it's such a turn-on to dominate and bark out a command like, 'You two suck my cock together, and you rim my ass.'" He dropped his head in frustration. "It's confusing!"

Amy pondered that. "Hmm. Sounds like you're still figuring it out. But if it helps, I'm totally open to doing whatever, whenever. If you want me to play being a slave sometime, I'd be into it. I could even try to be all dominating, if you want."

Alan smiled and kissed her again. "Aims, you're the greatest. Please don't remake yourself to please me or imitate some of the others when that's not really you; I love you just the way you are. You're just such a joy to be with and so understanding about everything."

Amy laid down on the bed next to him. "Thanks! However, that doesn't mean I don't have my own demands."

He raised an eyebrow curiously. "No? And what might they be?"

"Well, I've been kinda hoping that I could sleep with you overnight sometimes. I mean, we're official boyfriend and girlfriend and all, even if we're siblings now, too. And we've been going out for a while. So it's not like my father can complain if I don't come home at night. Heck, I doubt he'd even notice. And it's not like Mother is going to care! Either one of my mothers, in fact. I was kind of hoping you'd ask me, now that you're starting to spend the night with Susan and Katherine, but if you're not going to say something, I will!" Amy tossed her head defiantly, sending her hair billowing around her shoulders, but then she giggled.

Alan thought about that. I've never even thought about that. This just shows how oversexed I am that the idea of sleeping overnight with my official girlfriend never occurred to me. But the problem is, and she's too naive to realize it, that Susan and Suzanne WILL mind. So will Katherine. I can see jealousies starting to brew. The only way to fight that I think is to do things equitably. Although it was slightly deceptive, he said, "You know Aims, that's a good idea, and I'm glad you bring it up. It's good to stand up for what you want. The reason I've been hesitating with that is that I think it's best to work out a system with everyone that everybody thinks is fair. I'll think about it some more. Please tell me if there's anything else you want."

"M'kay! There is. Two things, actually. Both related. One, I want to do something with your cock right now! I hate to see it so tragically untended. And two, well... I'll wait on telling you number two."

"What? Come on, tell me."

"Nope! Later! Let's work on number one first!" Amy had been lying next to Alan on the bed with his penis sticking straight up in the air. But she quickly sat up over him and impaled herself down on it with a hearty sigh of satisfaction.

"Hey!"

"What?" she giggled. "As you can see, I'm already quite wet, but we have to get Alan Junior warmed up before we can try the other hole."

Alan laughed. "He's plenty 'warmed up.' Still, I suppose it doesn't hurt to warm him up a bit more..." Oh man, I'd almost forgotten how small and tight a fit her pussy was! The woman of the tight holes..

"That's the spirit! ... Geez, this feels so good! Doesn't it feel, like, just the absolute amazingest? You know, sometimes I think about doing all kinds of crazy things to get you to fuck me more, but then I think about how overwhelmed you are already."

Amy stopped talking and just bounced up and down on his rod for a while, doing all the work. But then she asked, "Tell me. Do you think if I acted all super-slave-y that you might want to fuck me more?"

Alan thought, God, I'm not drilling her enough! She's really missing it. Why do they ALL have to be so insatiable? "Probably not, Sister. You know I've got two moms, two sisters, and other women who want me and even need me."

"Well, can you at least fuck me once a day as your official girlfriend, and then fuck me a second time as your new sister? Ha-ha!"

He thought, Boy, they're all so needy, even in their joking. But if my "curse" in life is to always be exhausted from fucking these four kind and lovely beauties too much, then let me be cursed!

He was so aroused by everything (the choice of desserts even more than the fucking) that he didn't want to get too into his thrusting and miss out on the "main event" - the anal sex. He knew it wasn't going to be easy, as Amy's asshole was easily the tightest he'd ever encountered.

He waited until she climaxed, then he suddenly pulled out. He was ready to tackle the challenge and made a small wish that his penis wouldn't be too big to fit into her hole.

CHAPTER 11

Amy complained, "Aww. Bummer. I feel so empty. You don't want- OH!" She had to cry out because seconds after Alan pulled his penis out of her pussy he pushed a finger into her asshole. It slid in surprisingly easily, because that hole was heavily lubricated.

Alan noticed that someone had thoughtfully left a bottle of lubricant by his bedside as well. It made him feel good, as if silent, secretive elves were taking care of all his needs behind his back.

"Oh, ALAN!" she cooed lovingly. He got off on her obvious excitement and roughly grasped and fondled her big ass cheeks. He only had one free hand at the moment, which was frustrating because he wanted to touch every part of her wide yet firm ass at once.

He went deeper and deeper into her rectum with his middle finger with each pass. After some minutes he had it in as far as it could go. Still, even with all the lubrication, the fit was tight.

Her asshole was also quite active, spastically clutching and clenching around his finger as he probed her.

Eventually he wanted to switch to putting two fingers in, but he encountered difficulty even though her hole was looser than usual. He noted, "I see you've prepared yourself."

"Yep! I've been wearing butt plugs, like, ALL the time! School is such a drag 'cos Mother said I couldn't wear one there, but I wore one even during the whole Dr. Fredrickson thing. I drank some wine earlier to help me relax. And I just had an enema and even-"

"Whoa! Too much information. Boy, you're tight. UGH!" He wondered why her asshole wasn't more open if she'd been wearing butt plugs so much, but unfortunately a good deal of time had passed since she'd taken the latest one out, so it wouldn't mar her display as one of his "desserts." Since then, her hole had tightened up again.

"Aims, can you pull your ass open with both hands for me? You're so tight I need to use my other hand to help get a second finger into you."

"M'kay," Amy dreamily sighed. Reaching around with both hands, she cupped her buttocks and slowly spread them open for Alan. She shivered in excitement as her big ass cheeks parted.

Alan felt the ripples of Amy’s excitement as her asshole fluttered around his buried finger. While slowly pistoning the finger he already had inside her, Alan tickled and teased the outside of her anus with gentle strokes and feather light touches from his other hand. Gradually, his technique started to pay off as Amy’s anus relaxed and reveled in the attention rather than tensing up and clutching at the finger already imprisoned in her exquisite tightness.

Alan kissed up and down the cleft between Amy’s spread buttocks as he slowly fingerfucked her asshole. That made her sigh and moan and pull her ass cheeks wider and wider. He finally felt she was ready for more and managed to push a second finger into her.

Amy responded with loud and very excited groans as she arched her back and thrust her hips back onto his fingers. In fact, she keep pushing back until they were as deep as they could go. Her whole body shuddered as her asshole throbbed and pulsed around his fingers.

Alan was able to piston his fingers in and out, with some effort, but the resistance he encountered made him wonder, How on Earth will I be able to get the width of my penis inside this tiny hole if my two fingers can barely make it? But for the time being he just enjoyed himself and pistoned with his fingers while kissing Amy all over her back. He could tell she was thrilled too from her increasingly sexy moaning.

Even though Amy was normally very relaxed, she seemed both excited and nervous. He figured her excitement was as bad as her nervousness was for making her ass tense up. He ran the tip of his tongue up through her ass crack in a single tickling swipe, which made her squeal with glee, but also tighten up a bit more in surprise.

Alan hoped that fingering Amy's asshole with two fingers would help her get used to being penetrated enough for the main event yet to come. Meanwhile, he tried to do everything else he could think of to get her to relax. He had her lie face down with a pillow under her hips to raise them up. While he kept working his fingers in her ass, he massaged her back with his other hand and nuzzled his face in her neck. He cooed, "Aims, I want you to know something. I love you so much. Whatever happens, it's cool. Even if we don't get it in-"

"We're going to get it in!" she hotly interrupted. She sounded extremely determined and shoved her ass back onto his fingers as if to underscore her resolve.

He felt her whole body tense up at the same time, and thought, Well, that backfired. What now, genius Romeo? If only Heather knew just how clueless I really am when it comes to anal sex, she'd probably laugh in my face. I read a little bit in those sex books I bought, true, but none of them had anything to say about an asshole like this one. If I try my penis now there's no way it's going to work. Dang!

While he pondered that problem, he kept at what he was doing, pistoning, massaging, cooing happy things almost directly into her ear. He said, "Aims, you're the super bestest girlfriend ever."

She laughed. "Hey! You sound just like me! YOU'RE the superest!"

"No, you are! You're the super duperest!"

"No, YOU are! You're super double duper!"

Before long, they were laughing and teasing and tickling, and generally having a really great time. Alan felt it almost seemed a shame to interrupt their playing around with the anal sex. However, while he wasn't rushing things, he was also aware that Suzanne was waiting for him. So, once he had Amy as relaxed and soft as mush, he plotted his next move.

He called out, "SIS! HEY KATHERINE! CAN YOU COME HERE?"

It took a while, but Katherine did come. He thought she was just across the hallway in her room, but in fact she'd been downstairs, jealously watching and masturbating to the action in his room. So she was a bit flushed and disheveled. She popped her head in. "Yes, Brother?"

"Good. You're here. Big Pleasure Pillows Sis, can you do me a favor? Can you get me a variety of anal dildos from the underwear cabinet or wherever they may be? I'm thinking of using those as a kind of stepping stone."

"Ah. Okay. Just a sec." As she walked off, she thought, Grrr! Martyr sister has to go do the dildo fetching errand while brand new double-D's sister gets to have all the fun. Why did I have to volunteer to give him a break this morning? Everyone else gets a big welcome back fuck full-on production, and I just get a quickie under the table. No fair. No fair! Still, I shouldn't blame this on Amy. She can't help it if he's making her feel so great. Grrr! ... "You're the super duperest." When is he going to say things like that to me?

She came back and rather testily handed Alan several dildos. He could see she was moody, but he quite literally had his hands full with Amy. Katherine spun on her heels and left the room. She couldn't help herself and went downstairs to watch them on video some more.

He said to Amy, "Okay, I've heard this is easiest if we do it doggy-style. So get up on all fours on the bed."

"M'kay!"

Wordlessly, Alan pulled his fingers out and replaced them with a rather small and soft jelly anal toy. It went in all right, so he started sliding it in and out. He was amazed at Amy's reaction. She'd been loving his fingers, but now she seemed practically beside herself with ecstasy. Soon she was gasping, panting, and moaning as if she was in the middle of a wild fuck romp. Alan joked, "Aims, save some of that excitement for when I actually get a real penis in there."

"I'm sorry Brother, but it feels SOOOOO GOOOOOD! I think I have kind of a ... a thing for ... anal... Brenda- OH! YES! ... Mmmm! That's so good!" She was too carried away to be able to tell him what she and Brenda had discussed the night before, which was just as well since that was supposed to be a surprise and Alan had no clue that Brenda had been in the Plummer house recently.

Experimentally, Alan reached forward and touched her clit.

Amy let out one of her ear-splitting screams and came in a massive climax. She was so overwhelmed that she fell forward into the bed, completely limp and spent.

Again, Alan was bit chagrined by the intensity of her reaction. If she's enjoying a tiny little dildo this much, then my penis is liable to kill her. This is nothing like the way I anally deflowered, say, Heather or Mom. This is an intense struggle! A battle!

Luckily, the climax seemed to have greatly relaxed her. In fact, now she was so limp she could hardly even sit up on her own. So he pulled her down to the bottom of the bed and had her lie up against it on her belly. Her ass hung out over the edge and her knees rested on the floor.

"Aims? I'm going to give it a shot now. I think it'll go fine. Okay?"

"M'kaaaaaayyy." She was so relaxed that she even slurred her speech.

Alan put more lubrication on his penis and around her sphincter. Then he pulled her ass cheeks wide open, put his penis head up against her asshole, and paused.

He prayed, Please, God, make this fit! I'm going to be so bummed if I can't fuck her. She'd obviously love it so much. But if it doesn't fit now, with her as limp as a puddle of goo, it never will.

He said, "Aims? My penis is up against your hole. I'll hold still and let you push back, okay? That way you can go as fast or slow as you want. Do you think you can do that?"

"Mmmm hmmm." Her voice was so relaxed that he feared she was falling asleep. But she was far from sleepy. Slowly but steadily, she lazily rocked her hips back and forth while Alan kept a firm grip on her plush buttocks, holding them apart.

She pushed back again and again, but the progress could only be measured in millimeters. Finally, she said, "My love, I think we're going to have to do this together. You push forward, I'll push back, and then maybe we can find the right rhythm. Don't hold back. I can take it! Push!"

So Alan pushed, in time with Amy's efforts. But she suddenly began to yelp at each syncopated thrust, "Ouch. Ouch! Ouch! OUCH!"

Alan stopped pushing, but he didn't pull back and lose any of the hard-won progress his penis had made. They rested while the tip of his penis kept her twitching asshole slightly dilated.

When Amy had mostly recovered, she said in a cute voice, "That was far too ouch-y." But then, after some more deep breaths, she said with great determination, "I am not going to give up. Don't even THINK about stopping now, my favorite boyfriend!"

All the while they rested, her ass had been slowly relaxing and adjusting to accommodate the large intruder. So when they started pushing again, it was a bit easier, and they made a little more progress, slowly but surely.

But his penis head still hadn't gone in yet. That was the widest and most difficult part; although both knew it would be relatively smooth sailing after that.

They gathered their energies for one big effort. They wiggled and pushed and screamed for what seemed like ages. Just when Alan was about to give up and concede that his penis simply didn't fit and could never fit, there was an unexpected "whoosh" sensation. His penis slid into Amy a good inch or more before it stopped again when her asshole clamped down hard with a vice-like grip on his intruding meaty shaft.

Amy's head came up off the bed, her back arched, her eyes grew as big as milk saucers, and her mouth hung wide open. She gasped for air in great gulping lungfuls as though she couldn't breathe. Her whole body reflexively recoiled away from Alan to try and escape the painful penetration of her asshole, but her position with her ass hanging off the bed didn't allow her enough room to pull away.

Alan hooted, hollered, and pumped his fists even as he continued to press his penis deeper in. "It's in, Aims! It's in!"

"You- OW! You don't have to- ah! ... tell me!" Amy panted between heaving breaths. "I can- huh! ... feel it, unngh, so big! Oh!" Amy buried her face in the bed, clenched her hands into fists and pounded them into the bedsprings like a drum major, making the entire bed vibrate. Her whole body kept jerking as waves of pain lashed outwards from her powerfully pulsing asshole, which kept trying to expel the enormous penis that had stretched her decidedly small anal sphincter to its limit.

CHAPTER 12

Suddenly Alan's sense of victory was overwhelmed by concern for Amy. He could feel her anus trying to "bite off" the head of his penis, which he already had inside her, which was an exciting mixture of pleasure and pain. "Aims, does it hurt?"

"Ye-hes..." came the muffled response. Her body twitched in time to the pulses of her anal spasms.

"Aims, do you ... do you want me to, you know ... take it out?"

Amy turned her head until she could look at the concerned face of her lover. Alan could see that her eyes were watering as she bravely tried to hold off tears. "No, don't take it out. I want it. I want it more than anything. Just- just hold still while I ... while I get used to it." Amy's asshole throbbed and pulsed, powerfully. Her whole body shivered. "Good God, when did you get so gianormously humongerous? How much have you got in me? Half? More?"

Alan felt a little sheepish, answering truthfully, "You've um, only got the head so far, so there's uh ... plenty more where that came from."

Amy wriggled her hips ever so slightly, which made her gasp and arch her back again, lifting her head up off the bed. She then settled back down with one of the sexiest groans Alan had ever heard in his entire life.

Alan cautiously waited a little bit before he filled his hands with Amy's big buttcheeks and started squeezing and kneading them with his fingers while gently rolling them around in his palms.

As if his putting his hands on her ass was flipswitch, Alan felt Amy suddenly relax. The tension drained out of her legs, and her breathing changed as her head lolled comfortably to the side and she sighed. Most importantly, her anus began to finally relax its "deathgrip" on him and seemed to decide that being stretched so extremely widely and penetrated by his penis wasn't really such a bad idea after all. Amy's asshole continued to pulse and throb just as it had done up until now, but did so more in welcome acceptance of his invading penis than in defensive and hostile rejection of it.

"Does it still hurt, Aims?" Alan asked, the loving concern obvious in his voice. He didn't stop playing with her asscheeks however.

It took Amy a few moments to answer. "Some, but not like it did at first ... and it's starting to feel really good now. Really really good!" She paused, then said in a slightly doubtful voice, "I'm ready for more."

To Alan's astonishment, her ass slowly started to swallow up his penis, bit by bit, although there was still a fair amount of resistance to overcome. Like her anus, Amy's rectum was just naturally smaller in size to begin with, and therefore naturally tighter than any Alan had ever experienced. As more of his erection entered her, the head of Alan's penis had to stretch the elastic walls of her rectum open wider than they had ever needed to be before.

Amy tried to keep her asshole relaxed, so as to make Alan's penetration of her ass easier for the both of them, but the virginal tightness of her interior was something she had no control over, especially since Alan was almost (but, fortunately, not quite) too big for her to accommodate without injury in the first place. Although the area around the head of Alan's penis felt painfully violated as he fucked deeper and deeper into her virgin asshole, the feeling of the shaft behind the head massaging her tightly clasping rectal walls was unbearably exciting for her, to judge by the way her insides so actively responded to being fucked for the first time. Amy was very aware of every nuanced detail of Alan's penis, from the shape of the veins within it to the heat and throbbing pulse of blood surging through it with his heartbeat, as she accepted more and more of his fuckmeat into her asshole.

She felt the delicate tickling brush of Alan's pubic hairs against her butt and let out a great moan as Alan's penis sank into her yet further still. "YES! Almost there! .... YES! ... OH GOD! I'M SO FULL!"

Alan paused a few moments then resumed pressing forward. But as he did so he began to feel a new sensation. It felt as if Amy was tightening up inside, if that was possible, but lengthwise along his penis instead of around him as he would have expected. His penis had reached the end of her small rectum, and the last fraction of an inch he pressed into Amy stretched her tight and deep around his erection. To Alan it felt like pulling a tight fitting glove even tighter.

But then all movement stopped, and the yelling stopped too. Amy was overcome by the pain and struggled just to breathe. It was all she could do to remain there and take what felt like a gargantuan log shoved up a very tight channel.

Alan decided she needed another break to adjust, so with his penis still deep inside her, he cooed, "Great job, Amy. Great. I love you so much. ... Hey, you want me to tell you a story?"

She grunted her approval.

"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess. Her name was Amy and she lived in a magical kingdom. She was such a wonderful woman that I can't even begin to count the ways that she was special, but for instance, she had a great ever-present smile, awesome artistic skills, and a wonderfully creative way of abusing English grammar."

Amy was rapidly recovering, the pain slowly fading as her asshole adjusted to accommodate her lover. She giggled and mock-protested, "Hey!"

"What?" Alan said with false cluelessness. "I thought you'd find my story super-iffic."

That earned a happy snort and a laugh.

"Anyways, one day she met a nice prince, who shoved an Inter-Continental Ballistic Missile up her ass. Then they lived happily ever after, although it was a bit difficult for her to sit. The end."

Amy got a really good laugh out of that, then commented, "That's just about what it feels like! ... But it feels good now. I'm starting to get used to it and even enjoying it. Why don't you start wiggling your ICBM around? Let's do it!"

Alan lovingly brushed her cheek and lips with his fingers. "Are you sure? We can wait longer so you'll adjust better."

Amy sighed, touched by Alan's caring tenderness. She kissed his fingertips lightly, then turned her head to look him in the eye as her asshole pulsed powerfully around his penis in anticipation of a good and thorough fucking. Her eyes suddenly looked a little wild. "Just do it! I want it! I want you! I want you to fuck me. Fuck MY ASS!"

Alan laughed. But after waiting only a little while longer, he started to slowly piston in and out. It seemed incredible how tightly his penis was being squeezed, but somehow it moved forward and back. He felt indescribably joyous and triumphant. He thought, This is the ultimate tight hole. If it were any tighter it wouldn't work, but this is just ... exquisite! It's like I'm drilling a hole in her with my penis. Wild!

Before long, Amy was vocally responding to her first ass fuck, but in a totally unexpected way. Alan had expected Amy to scream the rafters off the house like she usually did when he fucked her pussy, but instead she was panting and gasping, moaning and groaning with the rhythm of their fucking. While Alan was glad that his ears weren't being pierced by Amy's usual rattling shrieks, he was surprised by just how much quieter she was when he pumped her ass instead of her pussy.

"Aims, are you holding back on me? You're usually a lot louder."

"Nnnnoooo..." she groaned, as she pushed her hips back until her pussy kissed his balls. "I'm not hooooolding back on .... Mmmm. God that feels soooo gooood!" She wriggled her hips with Alan's penis buried completely inside her. "It's just different. Feels different. Mmmm.... This is how gooood you make me feel .... when you fuck my ah, ah, aaaahhh-hasssss! Yeeeessssss!"

Alan liked the way she sounded; her breathy moans somehow seemed even more sexy than her loud shrieking. It reminded him that she was very much the daughter of the breathy, sultry Suzanne.

In and out he pistoned, in and out, over and over. At first he made a real effort to go slowly, but slowly and inexorably the pace sped up. Before long, he was cruising along at a very happy speed. He thought, Not that long ago I could barely get my pinky in there. Now I'm sliding along, tight, but slick. So tight! So excellent! How is it possible? I LOVE this ass! He shoved himself in deep and whispered loudly to her, "Amy! I absolutely love your ass!"

Amy was beyond responding, except to grunt and groan even more emphatically. Her asshole pulsed and clutched at his deeply imbedded penis.

After a while Alan remembered what a great response he got when he touched her clit, so he tried it again. This time, he didn't really notice a change, but then he realized she was probably climaxing as much as humanly possible even before he did that. Still, he kept playing with her pussy and clit while he continued to ride her rump.

Then, just when he thought she couldn't get any more excited, she did. Her whole body began vibrating, gently at first, but soon it was an intense shake. Her body shivered so convulsively that it felt like he had a human vibrator wrapped around his penis. She threw her head around like an overly excited go-go dancer in the middle of a dancing frenzy.

Alan, afraid that Amy might hurt herself, grabbed Amy's wrists and pulled her arms behind her back to help restrain her thrashing.

The sight of Amy so obviously at the absolute peak of orgasmic joy made Alan extremely excited too. The sight of her thrashing her head around like the most reckless body slammer at the wildest punk rock concert was a sight to behold. It aroused him even more than the extremely pleasurable and tight tunnel he was vigorously plowing. He tried his hardest to stave off his climax, but he just couldn't do it, not with that image in front of him.

He bent forward and actually fell onto her back. He grabbed her body and held onto her like a drowning man clinging to a log in a raging sea. His balls tightened and churned, and then started pumping a veritable flood of cum into his sister's ass.

Then, to his surprise, as Amy started to cum too he lost the ability to move his penis at all. His penis happened to be all the way inside when she squeezed him so tight that there was nothing he could do but freeze in that position. Each time another rope shot off deep into her ass, it was like an explosion of tight clenching and contractions that threatened to squeeze his penis clean off. That just made him feel even better, and shoot even more cum into her. In fact, the feeling of pain and pleasure mixed together from the tightness of her internal grip on him was absolutely fantastic.

When he was finally done, he just remained where he was, lying on top of her, still tightly clinging onto her. They remained like that for quite some time, simply recovering, while her active asshole kept throbbing and pulsing around his slowly deflating penis. Even these final throbs felt wonderful for them both.

Alan was in no hurry to talk, but after some minutes her heard the sound of Amy sobbing, and he had to ask, "Aims? Aims? What's wrong? Are you crying?"

"Yeah. But don't worry. It's tears of joy. I love you so much! Brother!"

Alan felt a surge of pride but also chagrin. He thought, Uh-oh. This is what Mom or Brenda would call me taming a woman with my cock. Looks like Amy just got that much more tamed. She's going to be that much more sexually insatiable from now on. But fucking her in the ass is like double the feeling of anyone else's ass. Triple! Again, how can I take this much pleasure? It just feels too good! I could get seriously addicted to this ass.

"Aims, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, Brother. Anything for you." She still made tiny sobs, but they were lessening.

"I'm real curious. What's the second point you wanted to discuss?"

"Oh. That." She rolled over so she could look him right in the eyes. Her eyes were red, and there were tears, but there was a big smile, too. She remained in his tight embrace all the while. "I don't want to be all demand-y, but I do have another demand. The thing is, I wanted to see if I enjoyed anal sex first."

"And the verdict is?"

She giggled. "Duuuuuh! Alan! How can you ask me that? It was incredi-fantabu-wonder-tastic!"

Alan stifled a laugh, then deadpanned, "Okay, just checking. I was worried you might think it was merely marvelo-stounding-tabulous."

She laughed really hard at that, and he did too. "Alan! I love you! You're so funny. You're too great!" She kissed him hard on the lips. This led to some very prolonged and passionate tongue dueling. As much as Alan loved Amy before, he found his feelings for her surging to an all time high.

He broke the kiss after a while because he wanted to praise her to the heavens. But then he remembered the others might be watching and listening. He correctly suspected that Katherine had been watching before she'd gotten the dildo for him. He worried how she'd take this great anal sex experience with Amy that made her anal encounter sex with him seem pale in comparison. That put a big damper on his enthusiasm and he thought, I don't know about this camera system. Everything gets recorded? That's like living in a fishbowl. I think I'm going to keep it turned off in my room most of the time. I need my space! I have to be so careful about what I say and do, and that kills my spontaneity.

He refocused his attention on Amy and looked deeply into her hazel eyes. "Amy, I just want you to know that I love you."

"I know! You just said that, you big silly! But I love you too, so very much! You know what some of the others say about how we need to keep your penis hard and pleasured at all times? It's SOOO true! God, that's all I want to do, is just give back the pleasure. But it would take a thousand blowjobs to equal how good you made me feel with that one assfuck. Maybe I'd better get started." She reached around for his penis, which had just popped out of her hole, but she found it flaccid.

Alan stopped her, and moved her hand away from his groin. "No fair. Your mother is waiting. We really shouldn't do any more right now, but we'll be at it again soon enough. So what was this second demand of yours?"

"Oh yeah. Only that you fuck me up the ass, like, A WHOLE LOT! I had a feeling I was going to love it, because Brenda and I were talking about it and we were really getting into it, and now that I've had it, it's even better than all the anticipation! I think my ass is really sensitive."

"No kidding," he joshed.

"I think Brenda's is too."

Alan's goggled at that thought. Brenda? She leaks gallons of pussy juice and yells loud enough to wake whole towns all the way to Arizona if I so much as tweak her nipple. It's frightening to think what would happen if I fucked her ass like that and her ass is as sensitive as Amy's! I would need to fuck her outside, and on the roof, to make sure I didn't drown in her torrential flood of pussy juice!

Another thought popped into his head while he nuzzled Amy cheek to cheek. "Aims? We'll be doing this a lot more, I'm sure." He thought, That's true, but that isn't going to make Katherine happy one bit. But at least this may get me out of the two Katherine fucks for every one Amy fuck promise I've made. If I limit that to just vaginal sex, I'll still keep my promise and fuck both of them roughly about the same number of times per week. That's only fair, since they're both my sisters now.

He said, "But I have one favor to ask. Could you put off your sex with Suzanne? I know that was planned for tonight, and I was looking forward to a good show as you two went at it all the way for the first time. But what we did was so draining. Plus, I have a feeling that after Suzanne is done with me, there won't be any of me left. And I do want to enjoy watching that to the fullest."

"Oh, sure," Amy answered brightly. "We'd figured that out already, and pushed it off again to whenever you're ready. Suzanne said something about she was going to drain your balls completely dry and turn your knees to Jell-O so you'd be unable to stand. So yeah, she thought you wouldn't be up for watching it, and neither did I. This mother-daughter tag team is gonna fuck you silly!" Amy grinned like the Cheshire Cat, beaming with pride and happiness.

"Oh, she said all that, did she? We'll just have to see about that. I think she's gonna be the one who won't be able to walk out of here."

"I could believe that for sure," Amy agreed. "In fact, I'm just gonna have to stay here and cuddle with you some more though, because I'm Jell-O all over. I feel like boneless chicken!"

Alan smiled. He was proud that he'd overcome the challenge of her tight hole and made her so happy.

CHAPTER 13

After Amy left Alan's room, Alan just lay in his bed for a while and relaxed. He needed to give his penis some time to recover, but he was also in a contemplative and nostalgic mood. How things have changed. It seems like years ago when Suzanne first came into my room and we looked at porn together. She was the first to give me a blow job. I remember when she said to me, naked and on all fours, "How do you like to see your Aunt Suzy crawl like an animal so she can eat your fuck meat?" That sends shivers down my spine, the fact that one of the most beautiful women on this entire planet would say that to me. And then there's Amy. The way Sis and I used to have so much fun tricking her with "bump checks" and that kind of thing. Even though it seems like ages ago, those memories are permanently burned into my brain. Has any guy ever had a luckier situation than to have those two for neighbors? Jesus!

The more Alan recalled such memories, the more aroused he got. Even though he was tired from the anal sex and everything else in the last twenty-four hours, he suddenly felt a surge of energy, powered mostly by images of when Suzanne came into his room and exposed herself, way back at the start of his sexual awakening.

He took a quick shower, dried off, then walked naked down the hall. He heard the sound of music coming from Katherine's room. He was glad that she apparently wasn't interested in watching him with Suzanne. He continued down the hall and found Susan and Suzanne both on Susan's big bed. But for once, they were reading books instead of doing anything sexual. Suzanne was still dressed in her gorgeous white gown.

Alan cleared his voice and said, "Aunt Suzy" - that was a tip of the hat to his nostalgic feelings - "I'm ready for my second dessert." He stood there naked, his penis sticking out in front of him like a flag pole. There was no need to get dressed when he was going to get naked again in a minute anyway.

Suzanne sat up on the edge of the bed and replied in a very matter-of-fact manner, "Your second dessert is ready for you." Even though Alan knew she must have been terribly excited to get fucked again after doing without for so many days, she hid her excitement well. She wanted to remain dignified and not seem overly hasty. The only thing that gave away her true feelings was a slight smile, as if she was privy to a great secret.

Alan noticed that Suzanne had been reading a book on the ancient Mayan culture while Susan was reading a beauty tips book. Susan put her book down and sighed. "Tiger, whatever am I going to do with you? Look at you, walking around, waving that tasty treat between your legs all over the place, torturing your poor mother. Curses! Now I'm going to have to frig my already very sore cunt." However, despite her words, she clearly relished the thought.

Alan smiled. "Sorry, Mom. Why don't you bring Katherine in here, instead? She can milk you and get you off that way."

Susan was pleased. "Ooh! What a good idea. Okay, you're forgiven - for now. But don't expect me to go easy on you with your goodnight kiss, buster!" She winked. "I think I might just have to jack and suck and fuck your penis right off, at least if it's after midnight and my daughter lets me." She frowned, because she knew those were very big ifs.

Alan smiled back, then took Suzanne's hand in his. "Have fun, Mommy. Now, if you'll excuse us, I'm afraid my dessert here is going to start to melt or something."

Suzanne winked at him as she started to stand up. "How true. You can see I'm already starting to drip between my legs."

But unexpectedly, Alan pushed her back down on the bed. He got down on his knees and said, "Well, in that case I'd better lick a little now to stop it melting. Just like I do with ice cream cones." Then he pushed her dress to the side and dove into her crotch.

"Oooh!" Suzanne exclaimed in pleasant surprise. "Susan! What a randy one we have here! Oh GOD! ... The only problem is, that's not going to stop the dripping, it's just gonna make it worse!"

Susan sat up and bit her lip. Her nipples sprung up and her pussy began leaking like a dog trained to salivate at the sound of a bell. "Sweet Jesus! Suzanne! Did you hear that? He just pushed you down and TOOK CHARGE! My son!" She moaned and whimpered, crawling around Suzanne, uncertain of what to do. "Oh, I so want to join in, but I can't! I promised Angel. Oh... Tiger, why do you have to be so virile and sexy? Oh..." She whimpered even more and began frigging herself.

Suddenly Alan stood up. "Oops. We don't want to get Mom too excited. Let's go to my room." He pulled Suzanne up.

She was slightly dazed, but was determined not to have him get the best of her. She adjusted her dress, brushed her hair back in place with her hand, and held out her hand. "Let's go, Sweetie."

He took her hand and they walked out of the room as if heading for a formal ball. Suzanne certainly looked the part dressed in her elegant gown, but they made a funny pair since Alan was buck naked. His penis bounced and bobbed lewdly with every step. Suzanne felt a great urge to grab it, but she feared that if she did that, they'd never make it to his room. So she looked away and maintained a dignified pose.

Susan on the other hand, was anything but dignified. So was so turned on that she was bouncing off the walls. As soon as the hallway was clear she rushed to Katherine's room to play with her.

As Alan and Suzanne entered Alan's room, he said, "I'm glad you're so calm, because I wanted to talk a little bit before we really get into it."

Suzanne groaned. "Hold on! I'm not THAT calm! Sweetie, it's been FOUR DAYS! Specifically, about four days, two hours and fifteen minutes. I thought you were going to fuck me every single day until the end of time, and already you make me suffer so bad. Not only that, but you just got me going there by, uh, licking up all my drippy ice cream." She giggled. "Please! Fuck first, talk later!"

He sat on the edge of his bed. "Sorry, it needs to be first, because it'll affect and hopefully improve our fucking."

She gave a heavy sigh as she sat on the bed next to him. "All right. But can I at least suck you off while we talk?"

"No. You know you can't really carry on a deep conversation that way - you get too into the sucking techniques. But how 'bout a titfuck? That could be fun."

"Damn straight! Now we're talking!" She leaped up off the bed to get herself into position. She quickly removed her gown and dramatically threw it across the room. She always loved the dramatic touch.

Alan lay down on the bed. He positioned his crotch right at the edge of the bed and kept his legs spread wide. Suzanne quickly positioned herself in between the opened legs. Within seconds, his constantly hard penis was sliding between her pale towers.

"So what's so important to discuss that it beats fucking?" she asked impatiently.

"Well, I've been putting into practice some of the things you taught me last time-"

"On everyone but me," Suzanne complained with surprising bitterness in her voice. Her boobs were so big that it seemed his penis got completely lost deep inside her cleavage.

Alan chuckled, trying to laugh it off. "True. But now I want to do it to you. What's worked really great is your idea to delay the woman's orgasm. That's fun. I want to do it with you."

"Great! That's it? Let's get started then!" Still, she was so into the titfucking that she made no move just yet to stop. Beads of sweat began to form on her round peaks because she was giving it her all. Her whole upper body flew up and down as quickly as if it was a pumping hand.

"Wait. It's not that simple. This ties into issues you've had about letting go. You know, your frustration that you can't completely lose yourself in the moment. Also, your issues of pride and dignity. I don't want to just fuck you; I want to help you get past all that. Let's just get totally wild and get you so into it that you'll completely forget all those concerns. That's what I want to do tonight. Who cares if you do something someone might think isn't dignified? What happens in this room stays in this room."

"But you forget..." She already was starting to pant heavily. "Susan and Katherine... What if they go downstairs... watching this on the... video monitor... while they do the nursing."

"Oh shit. Right. The surveillance system. I keep forgetting about that. I'm beginning to wonder if having that installed was such a great idea. Well, at least we can turn it off if we want, right? Isn't there supposed to be a switch near the door for that?"

"Yeah, didn't you notice it next to your light switch? But I don't care who sees. Let them have their fun." But then suddenly she remembered something and stood up. "On second thought, maybe that would help. Sorry, gals. I'm sure you can have plenty of fun with each other and watching other stuff that's already been recorded. Nighty-night!" She flicked the switch near the door.

Then she hurried back to Alan's bed. She got back in titfucking position, but this time Alan did more of the thrusting into her tits, while she mostly sat still. He didn't want her too winded to talk.

"Let's do it, Sweetie! But I have to confess something. The main reason I turned that off is because I have a secret to tell you: I didn't tell you or Susan all my secrets. I saved a couple of the best ones for myself!"

"Jesus, how many sexual secrets do you know?"

"Unfortunately, not enough. I'm almost tapped out. But I have one great secret, a technique that you'll love. And I know I'm being rather selfish, but I want you to promise to keep it a secret too, and only practice it with me."

"Sure, that's only fair considering how much you've freely shared already. But with all these video cameras everywhere, I don't see how it'll stay a secret for long."

"But it will. That's why I've saved this one in particular. You see, it's all in your mind. It's called a non-ejaculatory orgasm. Most people don't know this, but men can do it. You can get off nearly as wonderfully as if you're shooting your spunk all over our faces and chests, but no one will know except you."

"Wow! Why didn't the sex books I bought a few weeks ago talk about that?"

"I'll bet they didn't talk about whole body orgasms, either. This culture is so lame. It's a joke that things like the female orgasm and G-spot are recent 'discoveries' by our scientists when other societies have known about them for ages. But never mind that; let's cut to the chase. The key is that people always think the climax and the ejaculation are the same, but they're two separate things. You can just barely reach the climax BEFORE you hit the ejaculation, and then pull back. Then you can repeat it again and again until you can't take any more and you finally want to blow."

"Holy cow! Really? Fuck! That sounds awesome! Why didn't you tell me this weeks ago?"

"My rather stupid plan was to string out sharing new techniques with you over many months, but unfortunately the competition blew my schedule completely. But another reason is that this can only work if you have REALLY strong PC muscle control. You weren't ready before, but now you definitely are. In fact, I think you can skip all the training one normally needs to do. It's just like what you've been doing in catching your second winds with little pauses, but if you and your partner - i.e., me - can do it just right, you can have a mind blowing climax AND still get your rest and keep going without ever losing your hard-on."

"Mother! Brilliant! That is too cool! You know, if this works, I think I'm going to want to have sex every day."

They both laughed, since he already seemingly did little else. Even while they joked, he plowed into Suzanne's deep cleavage at a slow but steady and very enjoyable pace.

"Okay, let's try it. But how does one get it right? I've been doing the second wind thing for ages now and never felt the kind of thing you're talking about."

"The key is practice. Lots and lots of practice." She suddenly reached out with her outrageously long tongue and flicked the tip of his penis with it as he fucked her tits. "I'm afraid you're going to have to fuck your second mother constantly to get it just right."

They both laughed some more. "Okay, Mother, let's do it. But at the same time, we're going to practice climax delay for you. Get yourself right on the edge of a great orgasm-"

"Done!" She laughed, but added, "Seriously. Even though no hand has gotten near my box yet, I'm so excited! I'm already there!"

"Okay. So stay there. Let's work on non-verbal communication so we can maximize our mutual pleasure."

They switched over to proper fucking. They both sat up on his bed and fucked face to face, so they could easily see each other's expressions and quickly get non-verbal feedback. However, almost as soon as the fucking began Suzanne couldn't stop herself in time, and she exploded in a tremendous multiple orgasm. But that was only a minor setback as Alan knew that before long she'd be on the edge again.

Over the course of the next twenty minutes or so, Alan began to understand the different sensations between the arrival of a climax and the arrival of ejaculation. Suzanne taught him breathing techniques and muscle control techniques that helped. He had several close calls, which felt like mini-climaxes, but it took twenty minutes before he finally had his first real non-ejaculatory climax. Suzanne explained that the closer one could get to ejaculating without actually doing it, the better the non-ejaculatory climax would feel. It was a real art and a skill to get just right.

The skills of the partner were key, too. The partner had to stop or change activity at just the right point. Luckily, the fact that Suzanne had a great climax of her own made it easier for her to start and stop on a dime. They tried a whole variety of different positions, partly to find the ones that would make it easier on Suzanne to control the process, but mostly because it was fun. They came to the conclusion that having Suzanne on top helped them achieve their goals the best.

Alan rested a bit after this success, but kept his erect penis unmoving in her vagina. He asked, "That was great, but now what?"

"Well, Sweetie, you can do it again and again. I've only had a couple of lovers who were able to do this, but they tell me that it's like a constant building up. You hit a non-ejaculatory peak, then come down a bit but keep going, hit another, and so on, until finally you're ready to ejaculate. And when you do, it feels ten times as good as if you'd done it without all those non-ejaculatory climaxes along the way up to the final peak."

"That is so cool! Suzanne, you are extremely clever, because I'm going to keep my promise and do this only with you. Which means I think we're going to be fucking each other even more than before."

Suzanne smiled. She thought to herself, Girl, you've still got it! I thought it was such a disaster to give away all those secrets to Susan, even though I knew I had to do it to help her. She is my best and almost only friend, after all, and I just can't say no when she makes that sad puppy dog look. But it's all working out, because somehow I had the smarts to hold this one back and since I've shared so much he doesn't mind me keeping this most precious secret. I may even go to the very top of his fuck list! Take that, Susan! I love you sister, and I love to see you happy, but I have to take care of my great cunt needs too. Now I have the best of all possible worlds. Alan's happy with me, Susan's happy with me, and my cunt is gonna see a lot of action. Yes! She suppressed the urge to pump a fist in the air.

Alan had paused, but now he added, "I don't know if I'll be able to keep it a secret forever, though. I mean, I want to get away from this keeping of secrets stuff, especially from Susan."

Suzanne frowned as she was painfully reminded of her greatest secret: the entire six times a day scheme. Just hours earlier she'd dodged a bullet with Dr. Fredrickson and now that secret seemed safer than ever, but it still weighed heavily on her mind and kept her from completely opening up. She well understood the desirability of not having to hide secrets. So she replied, "That's fine. I agree with you about the importance of not keeping secrets from our new open family. But share this one just with me, for as long as you can, okay? It's a totally harmless secret, after all. I hope to get at least some months of special loving from you with this. Hopefully by then, I'll be ready to take you to the next level."

"Next level?"

"As your whole body orgasm showed you, there are almost no limits to what one can do with sex, and how good it can make you feel. I'm starting to max out on what I know and what I've experienced, but I've bought some books that shows there's much more. A lot of it is pretty cutting edge, recently discovered stuff that even I'd never heard about. For instance, did you know that you can have quite pleasurable orgasms through your penis while it's still flaccid? Or that the G-spot isn't the only special spot in a woman's vagina? There's the U-spot, the X-spot-"

Alan briefly halted his thrusting and cast a skeptical look at her. "Come on! You're making this shit up."

"Nope. At least not if some of the books I've been buying lately are accurate. You just bought the wrong books. And what's great is that you and I are going to learn how to do all of these things together." She thought to herself, And I don't care that much if the others learn this stuff eventually, because none of them have the sexual skill I do. Even if they learn, not even my cheerleader daughters have as much innate natural gymnastic skill as I do, and only Xania has a tongue like mine. No one else can squeeze their vaginal muscles as well as I do, thanks to my years of practice. That thought caused her to start subtly squeezing her vagina around his penis.

But still she continued with her thoughts while she flexed, True, Glory is a better deep throater, but I have the tongue length to be able to match her skills if I keep at it. The fact is, if Alan wants the best of the best, he's going to come to me! Not only that, but as the others get more skilled, I'll reap the benefits with lesbian sex and orgies, too.

Alan was overcome by the pleasurable possibilities she hinted at. "Suzanne, Mother, I love you so much. I can't wait until we share a whole body orgasm. I want to have something like a Vulcan mind-meld with you. In fact, if I'm going to reach this great peak today thanks to the non-ejaculatory climax build up, I want you to have something just as good or better. Let's get back on track with taking care of your needs. I'm ready, and in fact, it seems you've started without me already."

"What?" she asked with a gleeful and naughty smile. She appeared to be perfectly still, but in fact her vagina was now squeezing him intently, giving him as much pleasure as if he was deeply thrusting.

"You know what!" he said accusingly, but also happily. He reached down and began rubbing her clit while his other hand began exploring her stomach.

CHAPTER 14

As Alan played with Suzanne's body, he thought back to Amy's earlier question about submission and said, "Suzanne, I want to ask you something. Does me treating you submissively turn you on or not? I don't want to treat you like that if you don't like it, but I don't really know where you stand."

"Hmm. Tough one. Well, the truth is, I DO get into it, thanks I guess to Susan and Katherine putting all kinds of silly things in my head lately. I never did, before you. But I only like it as a fantasy; a role play. Think of the stuff you've done with Glory, things like a rape fantasy. I don't know if I'd go that far and want you to rape me someday, but who knows? However, when the fantasy is over, I expect to be treated with respect. So I'm really different than, say, Katherine, who doesn't know when to turn her 'fuck toy' fantasy off. But I also demand equal rights. If you get to treat me submissively sometimes, then I reserve the right to do the same to you. I want to tie you up, blindfold you, and torture you just like you did to Susan last night with the ice cubes and everything. That was hot!"

"Fair enough. And thanks for the answer. That really clears things up for me."

"Well, I've only been figuring it out myself. I don't think I could have said that two days ago."

"Interesting. I've kind of been coming to some conclusions about my own feelings, but I'm not quite there yet." He thought back to Amy's questions about dominance and submission and his failure to clearly answer her. "I want tonight to be all about you and your pleasure, especially since it's mostly been about me with this newest non-ejaculation lesson. Do you want to tie me up right now? Is that going to give you the highest high?"

"No. For one, I want to try out the climax delay too. So few of my lovers have ever done that well, but I have great confidence in your abilities. I want you to take me and tease and torture me mercilessly until I die of sheer pleasure! Not only that, but I want to make sure the others are watching when I tie you up. It might give them some ideas. Plus, maybe we can all torture you together."

"Oh, great," he said sarcastically. "So now you're going to have everyone tying me up?"

"You know you like it. I heard about the 'Michelle' incident with Glory and her blindfolding you and everything."

"How-"

"Katherine told me, after you told her, I assume."

"Well, I have kind of conflicted feelings about that whole incident. I consider it another part of the vast female conspiracy to get me to have a heart attack before I turn nineteen, and I'm only partly jesting about that. But in any case, if you want me to do much more tonight, you're going to have to stop that cunt squeezing. I'm practically out of cum and low on energy. Even though we look like a couple of naked people just hanging out, you're sending me to the edge! You're totally incredible!"

She joked, "I know, but try to keep it under your hat, okay?"

Alan laughed, and suddenly pulled out. He got up off of her, and walked over to his desk and opened a drawer. He pulled something out and held it up so Suzanne could see: it was a can of whipped cream. He explained, "Susan and I never did get around to using Amy's second gift last night. I'm thinking that I'm going to use it on you right now."

She rolled over so she was face up. "Please do! Actually, it fits with me being your second dessert." She stretched and preened, presenting her body to him as if it was a canvas that she wanted to see him paint with the cream.

He sat above Suzanne's crotch and started squirting the cream all over her bush. Meanwhile, he'd also grabbed a towel and began wiping all the sweat off her as best as he could. He didn't want to lick the cream off of sweaty skin. "I was thinking that, too. You know, I-"

He paused, interrupting himself, then yelled, "Hey!" His new position had left his butt hanging up near Suzanne's face, and on a whim she reached up and stuck a finger up his asshole. She began pumping her finger in and out.

She giggled. "What? You want me to stop?"

"I didn't say that. It just surprised me, is all. You're so sexual! Even merely standing near you when your hands or mouth AREN'T on my penis, rare as those times are, is practically orgasm-inducing. Yet you're twice my age. Don't you ever get tired?"

"Nope. Not when it comes to fucking you. But thanks to your undiplomatic reminder of my age, you're going to have to be punished. Take that!" With one hand still working his asshole, she used her other to push at a point just below the asshole, on the way to his penis.

It felt fantastic. Alan went rigid while his body momentarily tried to suss out exactly what was being done to which part of his body. After catching his breath, he gasped out, "What's that? Wow!"

"Just another thing I've been reading about. That's a special part of your perineum, the area between your balls and your asshole. The whole area is a very sensitive zone according to these new books I've been reading. It seems that I've been ignoring it too much all these years."

"Suzanne! You're just too good." He turned around on all fours on the bed so he was facing her and hovering over her chest. "I'm almost afraid to find out what you'll do to me if I'm pointing this way." He shook the whipped cream and sprayed it on a tit until the nipple was covered with a high cone of white. Then he did the same with the other. Then he sprayed some directly into her mouth, and then more into his. "We're totally naughty, aren't we?"

"No. You're naughty. Just think of me as a sexy dessert. And you know what men do to desserts?"

He bent his neck down and began licking the whipped cream from her nipple. "Mmmm. Yep. First we mark them with white cream. Then we eat them." He spent some time snacking on her chest, and at the same time he fingered her pussy, to make sure she was enjoying this at least as much as he was.

She was. She especially loved his implication that the whipped cream represented his cum, and he was eagerly licking it off of her. She also enjoyed the way his tongue worked on her nipples. After some minutes of his frigging and licking, she signaled that she was getting too close to climax, so he pulled his head up and cut back to just some slow frigging. He'd been careful to not knock down the tower of whipped cream over her bush.

He said as he casually sprayed the cream here and there on her body and then wiped or licked it up into his mouth, "You know, Mother, I have these 'bad Alan' issues. You know how much I love you as a person, but sometimes, like right now, I just want to treat you as a pure sex object. I especially love the fact that you had to wait for me to fuck you while I was assfucking your daughter. Is that wrong, to revel in the fact that I have such an amazing mother and daughter team at my sexual beck and call?"

She shrugged, "Well, it is a bit naughty, but I guess it's harmless enough." In fact, she also delighted in the fact that she and her daughter shared the same man.

"What if I told you I get off on the fact that I have Suzanne, the mighty, one-of-a-kind, ivory, Amazon, goddess-who-walks-the-Earth Suzanne, as nothing more than one of my nymphomaniac nymphs in my harem? Or that I fantasize about you and Susan and the rest lining up nude at military attention, my own army of sexual servants?"

"Well, you don't exactly have to fantasize very hard about that one. It's true, isn't it? You could snap your fingers and we'd all line up any way you want us, just like we did on Friday. The four of us Plummer women, definitely, and I'm sure Brenda would come running too. And does anyone else really match us five prime pieces of fuck meat? You know I'll call a spade a spade, and I don't mind admitting that I'm as good as it gets. As much as you love Glory, you have to admit she doesn't have the tits to be a perfect ten in your boob-obsessed eyes."

"True, that her body just misses the cut, but she's a perfect ten in my heart. And you ARE as good as it gets. But there's Xania, too. She's in that same category. And Heather would be too, if she wasn't so surgery-enhanced." He frowned at the reminder of Heather. "Not to mention her extremely annoying personality."

"I'm sure both of them and others still would be happy to get in that harem line for you. We'll stand any way you like. Do you want dripping cunts shoved in your face? Round asses with tight holes ready to squeeze your cock clean off? Or can we cover our tits in hot oil and give you an all-over tit massage? We'll do it!"

He was surprised at her apparent enthusiasm for his fantasy. "But don't you mind? Don't you mind just being one of my harem nymphs?" He dropped his head down and began licking the whipped cream over her bush.

"Yeah, of course I do on some level. But remember that this isn't just your harem fantasy. It's mine, too. From the very beginning, not long after you got your diagnosis, I started manipulating events to make the Plummer family harem come together. Of course, I thought of it as an 'orgy' then, not a 'harem.' And in my fantasy, I imagined that I would be the one controlling the strings. And I am enjoying it beyond all expectations. It's just that I didn't imagine that you'd take the bull by the horns like you did."

"Or the sex cow by the cunt, as the case may be," a gleeful Alan pointed out. By this time he'd already worked his tongue down through the cream to the hair of her bush, but he didn't really care. "You used to be Suzanne: power woman. Someone able to make any guy tremble at the knees with one sultry glance. Now you're Suzanne: second dessert. A nympho sex slave. On Friday, you dedicated your life to serving my cock. There is no higher goal for you in life than servicing my penis and keeping me happy. How does that make you feel!"

"Alan! You're so cheeky tonight. You don't have to rub it in. Looks like the bad Alan is out in force tonight."

"Yes, he is. And I'm rubbing it in because it turns me on. What I want to know is: does it turn you on?"

Suzanne paused and thought.

While she did that, he rearranged himself again and positioned his penis at the entrance to her pussy. He was ready for more fucking.

Finally, she answered, "Yes! Okay? Is that what you want to know? I'm proud to know that my lover is such a powerful, sexual stud! I love to hear about your new conquests, and then share in the fucking of them! I want your harem to grow and grow! It annoys me that Glory keeps her independence. I want so bad for her to learn her place and stand in that line of hungry, desperate pussies with the rest of us! Hell, I want to fuck her too! Is that what you want to hear?"

"Yes!" He wiped his penis up and down her labia, playing in the white cream, driving Suzanne crazy.

"Then why don't you put it in?! Put it in!" She made a grab for his penis with her hands in an attempt to force it inside her hot pussy, but he slapped her hands away.

"It needs a little more decorating. Tell me more." He picked up the whipped cream can and sprayed the cream here and there on her crotch. He took his time, as if he was creating a work of art.

"God! Just put it in!" She waited, and saw he was in no hurry, and deliberately so. She made an annoyed grumble, but then continued very animatedly, "My life IS to serve your cock, because that's what I live for! I live to be fucked by you! There is no greater pleasure! Sweetie, you and me, we're going to go down in history. We're going to explore every last aspect of human sexuality there is to know! We'll be like sexual gods! A whole body orgasm will be nothing to us! We're going to completely redefine pleasure! Our FAMILY is going to redefine pleasure together! This harem is going to be the most amazing thing, ever! So let's get started! Put it in! Bring the joy! Rock my world!" For emphasis, she thrust her hips at his cock in the hope that she would be able to impale herself on it.

However, he pulled back just enough to stay in control. And that was the message he was trying to get across to her now: Alan was in control of the situation. Meanwhile, he played dumb and tried to keep his voice calm. "I don't know. What you're saying is pretty remarkable. How is all this pleasure possible?" He sprayed more cream up and down the top side of his penis.

Suzanne screamed, "Your cock! It's your cock!"

"Oh, you mean this thing?" He pushed his penis into her pussy a little bit. Then he put the whole of his penis head in. But he wouldn't go any further.

"Oh yes!" Suzanne screamed. "YES!"

Suddenly he pulled out, leaving the tip of his penis rest against her pussy lips.

"NOOOOOO!" She screamed even more intently. "What?! What is it?!"

He replied in as calm a voice as he could, "Well, I was just thinking. I made such a nice work of art with the whipped cream, and now it's going to get all messed up."

"ALAN! BASTARD!" She realized calling names wouldn't help, so she resorted to pleading instead. "My love! Good Lord! Please have mercy! Mercy! Please!" She whimpered without restraint.

"Okay," he said, as he rubbed his penis all over her whipped cream covered pussy lips. "But you still haven't answered my question about how the pleasure is possible. Every guy has a cock. So what's the big deal?"

"Fuck those cocks! It's YOUR cock! It's the only one I want! You've tamed us! You've even tamed me! Susan's right, you've tamed all of us big-titted babes with your monster cock and incredible fucking power! I need it! I have to have it. Put it in me now before you drive me mad! NOW! I'M DYING!"

He pushed his penis head in a little bit again, but then pulled back. Suzanne thrust her hips forward and tried to catch it and swallow it, but she failed again. She cried out, "Aaaaiiieee! Nooooo! Sooo close!" Her voice sobbed with frustration.

He said in a mostly calm but increasingly excited voice, "There's still one thing holding me back. Mother, admit it: if I put it in, you're going to climax right away, aren't you? And you agreed not to do that, didn't you?" He reached out, and found her clit underneath the cream. He pulled on it just a little bit.

"NOOO! Don't do that! You're right, you're right! That's going to send me over the edge!" Her whole body writhed around beneath him, which was an incredible sight to see. She seemed completely in thrall to her fuck lust.

Alan's penis was as hard as it had ever been and he suspected it was actually a bit longer and more engorged than usual. He could actually feel every beat of his heart pounding in it, and his head was slightly dizzy. He slid further down the bed, away from her and waited for her thrashing to slow down. "Be honest. Have you cum yet?"

She felt as if all ability to reason was leaving her. She wailed, "No, not yet! Suzy is good. So good! She wants to be good for you. The best! The best fuck you ever had! She obeys her master!"

That answer doubly surprised Alan. For one, he'd never heard Suzanne call herself just "Suzy," and he didn't know what to make of that. For another, he was stunned at how enthusiastically she called him master. "That's a good pet," he said as if talking to a real pet. "You're a good cunt. A good fuck. Master is pleased."

Suzanne mewled and purred with great satisfaction. Her hands even curled up around her chest as if she was a purring kitten. Then she found her sensitive nipples and tugged on them roughly, which caused her back to arch erotically.

"Now, I want my slave to get on all fours on the floor and crawl for me. Do you think you can do that? I love to see you crawl. Then we can fuck."

Suzanne was off the bed in a flash. She held her ass up high and crawled around in a little circle at the side of his bed. "Like this? How's this, Master?"

Alan looked at her skeptically, while lightly stroking his overheated penis. "Tell me: what do you feel? Do you feel any shame? Do you feel any pride? Any restraint?"

She nearly yelled, as she looked up at him with abject desperation, "Fuck no! I feel lust! LUST! I need to FUCK! The only restraint is that I'm trying my best not to jump up and rape you! I MUST HAVE COCK!"

She yelled those last words with such force that Alan actually flinched a bit. He saw a fire in her eyes which seemed to burn with an equal mixture of lust and fury for being teased this long. Yet he narrowed his eyes and remained stoic. A part of him wanted to see if he could push her so much that she really would attack him. He asked, "How does it feel to be so controlled by your desires?"

"It hurts to want something so bad, but it hurts so good!" She twisted and writhed on her knees as her hands roamed all over her heated body, like her lust had become a second skin on her. She reveled in that thought, that she was now attired in nothing but pure lust and sexual hunger. She growled, "I love it! I want it! I feel so free! Like an animal! A wild animal! Let's make love like wild animals! I need to fuck!" She whimpered, "You have me begging already; please don't make me cry!" She did seem on the verge of tears.

Alan's passions had been steadily rising too. He tried and failed to remember a time when he'd ever been as aroused as he was now. It was almost like he was having an out of body experience and what was left of the rational Alan was looking on from outside while base and primeval lusts completely took control of his body. He patted a spot on the bed.

Suzanne leapt up to it like a tiger. She wasn't lying when she said she wanted to fuck like a wild animal: she was all over him as if trying to touch, kiss, and fuck every square inch of him. He hadn't even had a chance to put his penis in her yet.

He was forced to use his superior strength to wrestle her to the bed and hold her down. Her whole body was on fire, and she burned with white hot passion. He was on fire, too. In fact, it seemed like the room suddenly grew as hot as a sauna, and both of them began sweating profusely from so much exertion. But only after he shouted, "Fuck you! I need to fuck you! Let me!" did she calm down enough that he was able to line up his penis with her hole and slide it in.

As soon as he did, she cried out, "Cumming! I'm cumming!" That was the last coherent thing she said, but she screamed and screamed, like he'd never heard her scream before. She let out all her passions the way Amy and Brenda liked to scream, except that Suzanne let out more of a feral roar.

Her body continued to thrash about, and she might have fallen off the bed except that he was on top of her, squeezing her tightly. His penis rammed her pussy repeatedly, in time to their bodies' wild, herky jerky motion. They both were too overcome to be capable of making regular, rhythmic fuck thrusts. He repeatedly clenched his PC muscle and just barely managed to hold back from a climax.

Somehow, eventually, after Suzanne had more climaxes than she could count, her body calmed down enough for them to fuck a little more like they usually did. He thrust in and out more rhythmically. But the steady pounding only excited him more and made it harder for him not to cum.

Before long, Suzanne's conscious mind began to take over from her purely instinctive frenzy. She began roughly running her hands through his hair and all over his body while still wildly thrusting and panting. She slowly regained her ability to speak, and alternately shouted and cooed, "Master! Master!" She realized that he'd ended up sitting on top of her, grasping her ankles above her head and pounding down with his whole body weight behind every thrust. She felt extremely vulnerable and helpless in that position, and she loved it.

Suzanne's body continued to shudder so much that Alan couldn't tell how much of it was from more climaxes, but he suspected that really the entire thing was one giant, non-stop climax for her. It must have gone on for three or four minutes like that, at the absolute peak of intensity. But then she somehow regained enough coherent thought to realize he still hadn't cum. She started to thrust her hips back with more intensity and yelled, "Cum! Cum for me, Master! My master! My love! Cum, dammit! Cum IN me!"

Alan was pounding her backwards down the bed like a jackhammer pounding in concrete. Sex with Suzanne was almost always extremely taxing - she had an exceptionally acrobatic body and was always moving about. They continued to claw and scratch and grasp at each other. In fact, just when they were both about to cum, they fell off the bed and tumbled to the floor. They wound up in a heap of tangled limbs. They had a good laugh about it. As soon as they determined no one had been seriously hurt, they just rejoined and kept on fucking. Alan was amused that he'd fucked Suzanne clear off the bed, and tried to fuck her across the room, too. She slid a little further away from the bed with each new thrust he made.

The unexpected delay brought about by the fall caused them to postpone their orgasms too, but that only made their last pinnacle of passion that much more incredible when the time finally arrived.

Alan came first this time. This was certainly no time to practice a second non-ejaculatory orgasm. He just let go of all restraint and yelled at the top of his lungs as his seed unloaded into her. He could feel from her even stronger than usual vaginal contractions that his climax stirred a yet more powerful orgasmic response from her, too.

Both lovers froze, as though time stood still, while his penis spewed slug after slug of white-hot cum deep into her, filling her up with his seed until his penis could spit forth nothing more and simply twitched within her body.

It was all so intense for him that he completely passed out.

CHAPTER 15

Alan woke up with no idea of where he was or what time it was. He looked around and saw Suzanne sitting up against the headboard, leaning back on a big throw pillow, and it all started to come back to him.

She'd thoughtfully remained as far away from him on the bed as she could so he could sleep, and she left him with all the covers. Altruistically or not, that left her completely naked.

Alan looked her up and down, from head to toe, as if staring at her for the first time. He thought, There's no doubt about it: Suzanne and Susan represent the perfect female form. Well, at least in my eyes. I don't know if that's because my concept of beauty comes straight from them or if there's just no way to improve upon them, or what... Probably both, now that I think about it. Sweet Jesus! I could stare at Suzanne forever. If I don't fuck her every single day for the rest of my life, then I'm certifiably insane.

"What?" Suzanne was puzzled by the way Alan was staring at him. "Do I have a spider on my nose or something? Maybe some cum?" In fact, she'd managed to pretty herself up a bit with a towel. She was still far from looking her best, but she wasn't nearly as cum-spattered, bedraggled, and sweaty as before (although Alan still was).

Alan sat up. "No, Mother. I was just thinking how I don't possibly deserve you. You're far too beautiful. And I'm thinking that if I don't fuck you every day for the rest of my life, then I must be crazy."

Suzanne laughed and held her arms open. "Come to Mama."

Alan scooted into her, and dropped his head onto her chest. He thought out loud, "'Mama.' I like that. 'Mom' and 'mommy' are taken by Susan, but both 'mother' and 'mama' can be Suzanne words."

She cradled him as if he was a baby, instead of a six foot tall man. She said, "That's what I was thinking." (She'd actually gotten the 'mama' idea overhearing Brenda and Adrian talking during dinner, and kicked herself for not thinking of it before.) "Now, as for your waking thoughts, I have to pretend to be modest and object to your 'far too beautiful' comment, but secretly I'm loving it."

"Some secret," he laughed.

She was rocking him gently, and stroking his hair. It felt soothing and wonderful. He was happy to just stay like that for a while, relaxing and recovering after the storm of sex slowly passed and his head cleared. "I think I'm the one who doesn't deserve you. Especially if you're serious about that 'fuck Suzanne every day for the rest of my life' plan. Suzanne approves. Wholeheartedly."

"I am, as much as my body will let me." They just rested there for some time, enjoying each other's presence. Finally, without looking up into her face, he asked, "How long have I been out?"

"Oh, I don't know. Who cares? Fifteen minutes maybe. I passed out too, so I don't know exactly."

There was a long pause, and she continued to cradle and caress him. Eventually, he said, "Wow. ... Wow. That was great. You're amazing, Mother."

"You're the amazing one, Master."

Alan did a double take, and craned forward to look into her green eyes. "Master? What's with this master stuff? Since when have you called me that?"

"Well, I just feel like it at the moment. Indulge me with my whim. I'm still kind of enjoying the used-and-abused sex object feeling, believe it or not, and wondering what that means. I'm enjoying just doing and feeling whatever the hell I want, and my pride and dignity and all that political correctness crap be damned. Look at all the scratches on you, and on me. I love it! But like you said before, what happens in this room stays in this room. You really showed this cunt her place tonight, but next time the shoe is going to be on the other foot. I'm gonna tie you up and have YOU begging. How would you like that?"

"I look forward to it, actually. Even when I call you a slave and stuff, I'm still kind of in awe of your power, your charisma, and your many talents. I'd like to see what new devilry you can come up with in that kind of situation. Just please don't scare me like Glory did with the whole Michelle thing. But on another note, what we did isn't going to just stay in this room."

"Uh-oh. Why not?"

"Well, for one, your screams of 'My master, my love' could probably be heard three counties away. Oh shit. I hope to God your husband doesn't overhear you yelling one day! I mean, he's just right next door, just a couple hundred feet away. I've never really fully thought about that! You've never been the loud screaming type before. You think he heard us?"

"Don't worry, these walls are pretty thick, and so is his skull. Maybe I have a mean streak, but I rather like the idea of committing adultery right under his nose." Under her breath she muttered, "The asshole. Eric, you deserve a lot worse." The mention of him was like the sound of fingernails on a chalkboard. She blamed his greed for all of their marital woes and preferred to simply not think about him any more.

She resumed in her normal voice, "I didn't mean to be that loud, but I've never completely and utterly abandoned myself to the moment like that before. I've come close a couple of times, but I realize now I was always holding back a bit. But this time, there was no holding back. You reduced me to pure animal lust." Suzanne's sexy smile simply glowed with her appreciation and love.

"I noticed! Actually, I've always thought you were walking and talking pure lust in the first place. You could make picking your nose look like the most sexy come on imaginable."

She laughed. Then, as a joke, she deliberately picked her nose.

Alan laughed even harder than she did. "See? I knew it. If anyone else did that it would be gross, but you make it look like your finger is fucking a little hole. Phew. Too sexy!" They giggled a bit, and rested some more. Then Alan continued, "So I guess the difference is adding the 'animal' part to the pure lust. We were wild! The only problem is, you know what you were saying about learning new sexual techniques, breaking new boundaries, and redefining the very meaning of pleasure as we ride a giant wave of pure joy into total Nirvana?"

"Yeah? That's still my plan." She chuckled at that.

"And a good plan it is, too. A great plan. The only problem is that you're going to kill us all with your sexual talent. I mean, Jesus, I probably burned off a couple thousand calories in those last five minutes alone. That was beyond a full-on, to the death, wrestling match. You know you punched me a bunch of times. Kicked me real good, too."

She kissed his forehead apologetically and said, "Oops. Sorry. But you got me pretty good, too. Especially that one time you body slammed me into the side wall."

"Oops! Sorry. But my point is, this isn't sustainable! I mean, between last night and this night, my greatest thanks on Thanksgiving this Thursday will be that I managed to live a few more days."

Suzanne smiled widely. "Wait. You mean that this evening compared to yesterday's for you?"

"Well, I've only shared one of my climaxes with you and I had nine with Mom just in that evening, so it's hard to compare. But this one matched any of those, even the whole body orgasm, if I can compare apples with oranges. You turned me into a pure animal, too. That was so much fun. Such a high. My goal was to make you completely let go and-"

"Mission accomplished!" She was tickled pink that she'd matched the best of Susan's big night. She didn't feel so resentful at Susan anymore. And she loved that she really had completely let go for the first time in her life.

"Yeah, but at the same time I totally let go, too. You know, I think I've been having issues of letting go, too, but I haven't really been thinking about it in quite that way. The problem is, the more I let go, the more the 'bad Alan' comes out. So I try to hold back. But tonight I just let it all fly and said and did whatever the hell I wanted. I hope you weren't offended with some of the things I said back there. I'm sorry."

Suzanne pondered that, and what he'd said, then said, "Nah. Like I said, I like to role play. I know that it wasn't exactly role playing, since you really do have those feelings, but it's okay because those are hardly your only feelings for me. Sometimes I want you to just let it all fly. We can turn that mode on and off in the bedroom, just like we turned into animals for a while." She thought about his behavior for some moments, then commented, "You really, truly get off on imagining me brought low, don't you? A mere harem slave, crawling on all fours, all that kind of stuff. You sure do have a thing about seeing me crawl like that."

"Yeah, I do." He grinned mischievously as he reached out and playfully tweaked one of her nipples. "But you have to admit that you started it first, all those weeks ago. I was just thinking about that very memory earlier today. You surprised the hell out of me when you crawled naked across my room. Do you remember that?"

"Of course. What you said and did tonight is perfectly okay with me, because I know that it's done in the context of a totally loving relationship. The truth is, I get off on those ideas too, sometimes. Obviously, tonight shows beyond any doubt that submissive talk and treatment can be an incredible turn on for me. Maybe my crawling back in October shows that you didn't even need to coax it out of me. But the key word is 'sometimes.' Let's act like that only some of the time, please! For one thing, the submissive talk doesn't seem to work to get me aroused, but once I'm aroused it can take me higher. And I feel obliged to show you just how strong my dominant side can be, too. I'm really going to put you through your paces when I tie you up tomorrow!" She playfully flicked her wrist as if flicking a whip, and made corresponding whipping sounds with her mouth.

Alan finally sat up and looked her in the eyes. They looked at each other with great love and affection. "You don't have to prove anything to me. I know full well you're a strong woman, and I love you for that. But like I said, I look forward to the rough treatment. Maybe not tomorrow, though. For one thing, it's Tuesday, and you know what that means."

Suzanne faked a cough. <Cough, cough> "Susan pussy." <Cough>

"Funny, and true. And you know how that is. Most intimately, I might add. But I seriously need to recover after something like this. I'm not just joking when I say you're going to kill me before long. There's just no way I can do anything like this on a daily basis. Or anything close to a daily basis! Jesus. Between tonight and last night... Phew! Can I even walk now? I don't know." He dropped his head back into her chest.

Suzanne thought, When Brenda asked me earlier today why I didn't use all my tricks to put Alan under my thumb, I didn't really have an answer. But this is my answer. I can't possibly feel any happier or more loved than I do right now. It wouldn't be the same if I were trying to control and outscheme everything. I'm so glad that I gave that up as far as Alan is concerned. I want to have a more honest and open relationship with him than I've ever had with anyone before. More than how I am with Susan, even! I don't know how a mere eighteen year old does it, but he sure knows what he's doing! It almost makes me half-believe Susan's drivel about natural masters. I don't know about that, and frankly, I don't care. All I know is, I have my Sweetie and I'm happy.

They sat quietly for a while, just recovering and enjoying each other's company. Though they were naked and all over each other, both were too tired to even contemplate any more sexual activity. Alan felt an urge to suck on Suzanne's nipples, but couldn't even muster the energy to move his face over to reach one of them.

After a while, Suzanne said, "By the way, after you finished giving Amy your anal best, I went downstairs to the video room to check on Katherine, since she was the only one watching. Did you know she was crying? I had a good talk with her, but-"

Alan interrupted, "Wait. Before you say anything else, I got a little off track there. I was saying that what we did here wasn't a secret. Aside from the scary thought of your husband or the whole town overhearing, I should mention that when I stood up to get the whipped cream I also flipped the switch by the door when you weren't looking, on the way back to the bed."

A realization slowly dawned on Suzanne. "So you mean..."

"Yes. The whole thing was recorded. Well, the second part was. Your special thing from the first part wasn't." He was being deliberately vague about her secret technique now, knowing that this conversation was also being recorded. "However, since the first part wasn't, I doubt anyone was downstairs to catch the second part. So you might want to save that for yourself and delete it from the computer. The reason I turned it back on was, I had an intuition that something special was going to happen that we'd want to save for all time. I didn't know I would get so carried away with the domineering talk."

"Hrm. Thanks. Actually, I'm really glad. Your instincts were good. But I am going to make sure no one else sees that. I'm just not ready to be that open about my submissive streak, even if they already have a good idea from little things I've said and done before. Let's go check to see if in fact they were watching and what they heard. For all we know, they might be still listening to us talk right now. That would be ... awkward."

They made to go, but as Alan sat up and looked Suzanne in the eye, he saw something there he didn't like. He asked, "You good?"

She paused, then replied, "Yeah."

But the look was still there - a frown hidden by a fake smile. He said, "Wait. Let me guess. The sexual glow has worn off. You're starting to regret stuff like calling me 'Master' and calling yourself a 'cunt', especially since the sex was already over."

She paused again, then again said, "Yeah." But it was so quiet and shy, it was very unlike her.

Alan responded with surprising assurance, "I understand. Look. You didn't suddenly turn into a Brenda today. Not at all. You just showed that you can run the whole range. You can be completely submissive, or completely domineering, or something in-between, or something else not even on that scale. You can do whatever the fuck you want. You're not all slave-y, as Amy would put it. In fact, I'd argue that you're freer than ever before, because you did that and you're still you. Does that make you feel better?"

She gave a truly warm smile now. "Yes. Much! I DO feel freer, now that you put it that way! You know what I was saying earlier about how I'm the one who doesn't deserve you? This is what I mean. With you, I can drop all my schemes and all my fronts and just be me. I'm still learning what 'being me' means exactly, but I want to learn it with you."

"Suzanne! That makes me so happy! I love you!" He was overjoyed for her.

"Shut up and kiss me!" They kissed and laughed all at once. Suzanne felt as if a great burden had lifted. She'd always worried about falling into the harem role the way Brenda or Katherine did, but now she saw that she had another path. She could turn completely submissive any time she wanted, just to have fun, yet still remain unchanged when it was over. She didn't need to fear it any more.

Feeling energized and liberated, Suzanne stood up, or at least tried to. She'd been awake longer and recovered somewhat, but Alan had "rocked her world" so much that even standing was a challenge. However, like two completely wasted drunkards, they eventually managed to both stand and walk, mostly by leaning on each other. Somehow, they made it down the hallway.

As they neared the door to Susan's bedroom, Suzanne asked, "By the way, how did you know what I was thinking? You're a natural genius when it comes to women."

"No, I'm only a natural genius when it comes to knowing you. That's because I've known you my entire life. And after all, you are my mother."

Suzanne smiled like a child about to open a big pile of presents on Christmas morning.

CHAPTER 16

As Suzanne opened the door, she somehow found an extra reserve of strength and stood straighter than before. She more or less dragged Alan into the room and over to the bed, where she simply let go of him. Alan was so drained and exhausted that he fell onto Susan’s bed, looking for all the world like a tree felled by a lumberjack.

Susan and Katherine were both lying on Susan's big bed, but just like earlier in the evening, the only thing happening on the bed was the reading of books. They were so engrossed in their reading that they didn't notice Suzanne and Alan's entrance until the bed rocked as Alan fell on it.

"Here you go, Mommy. He's all yours now," Suzanne announced. There was a note of defiant triumph in her scratchy voice.

Katherine looked up first. "Oh my God! Look what the cat dragged in! Mom, look at these two puddles of cum and sweat, especially Alan! And only one of them can still stand. I am soooo jealous!"

As Alan lay there like a corpse, he was suddenly reminded of what Suzanne had said about Katherine crying, and was frustrated that privacy concerns had cut that conversation off. But he thought, Whatever Suzanne said to her must have helped, because Sis looks like she's in a good mood right now. She's playfully jealous, not on-the-verge-of-crying jealous.

Susan looked up at the new arrivals and put her book away. She cleverly managed to make the shoulder straps of her negligee fall down as she leaned over to put the book down. Her outfit managed not to follow completely off by the barest degree, which was how she liked it when her son was in the room. "I'm jealous, too. Angel, I'm so glad when Alan gets a good fucking. Come here, Tiger. Mommy will make you feel all better. Need a massage? Maybe a bath? Let Mommy pamper you."

Alan's raised his heavy head just enough to make eye contract with Susan and blearily said, "Actually, Mommy, bad news. Sis, you remember how I said earlier that I had a surprise for you? Well, here it is. Mommy, I know that I'm supposed to sleep with you tonight, but as punishment for what you did to Sis this morning, I think it's only fair I sleep with her tonight. After a good morning fuck, the score will be even and we can continue the Tuesday tradition for the rest of the day."

Susan frowned and gave a concerned look. "Tiger, are you sure you're okay? Maybe you should just get a good night's sleep without any distractions."

"Thanks, but I'm sure I can manage a nice wake up sister fuck. Don't worry, tomorrow night it'll be you."

Susan folded her arms underneath her enormous rack, which caused her boobs to stick further forward in her thin negligee. She harumphed. "Oh, poo!" But she couldn't complain, as she realized it was a fair punishment. Further, it aroused her when Alan bossed her around and denied her like this.

Katherine crawled down the bed to Alan. She was excited, but her excitement was tempered by the fact that her brother looked like the living dead. As she took control of him with a supportive hug which literally supported him, she said, "Monster cool! My first night sleeping with Brother!" She turned to Suzanne and chided, "I would be able to enjoy it a bit more though if you hadn't nearly killed him first."

Suzanne put on a good act of appearing as though it wasn't a challenge to remain upright. Despite her exhaustion, she looked brazenly smug and deeply satisfied at having drained Alan to within an inch of his life. She just gave Katherine a nonchalant little smile and said, "Oops. Sorry about that." Obviously she wasn't the least bit sorry at all. "By the way, what have you two been up to in the last hour or so?"

Katherine airily replied, "Oh, just a little incestuous tit suckling, then some light reading. I'm still working my way through Lord of the Rings, you know."

Suzanne was greatly relieved that no one had been watching the monitor. She resolved to secure the only copy of her abjectly submissive performance for herself before going home. Then another worry popped into her head. "Hey, did either of you hear me screaming?"

Katherine teased, "Oh, you mean something like, 'My master, my love?' No we didn't hear anything like that at all. After all, we know Suzanne would never say anything like that." She giggled quite a bit.

Susan piped up, "Angel, please, give her a break. She's entitled to say whatever she likes, so don't tease her. You know she has issues about being one of Alan's sex slaves. Suzanne, if it's any consolation, we could barely hear you. We were thinking what would happen if it carried further, but I'm sure it didn't. After all, we're SUPPOSED to have sound-proof walls, and they are pretty good, but the designers didn't take into account just how good Alan could fuck his women."

Suzanne was very relieved to hear that the sound didn't carry that well, though she knew Katherine wasn't going to let her forget her "master" cries.

Katherine added, "Oh, I especially liked they way you yelled 'I must have cock!' with such heartfelt urgency. When Susan and I heard that, we both agreed we'd have to use that one a lot in the future." She kissed her brother on his eyelids, as his eyes were already closed. "Come on, Big Barbell Brother, your little sister is going to take care of you." She helped him up and led him away, somehow simultaneously kissing him, hugging him, and lifting him along in the general direction of her bedroom.

Even while Katherine was saying that, Suzanne staggered her way to the spare bedroom next to Alan's bedroom and closed the door behind her. It was the nearest place she could be assured complete privacy. She allowed her energy level to crash and fell to her knees. She wasn't sure how she'd find the energy to make it all the way back to her house, but she'd never felt better.

That just left Susan. She was disappointed that everyone had left her without even saying good-bye. She muttered to the empty room, "Well, so much for my goodnight kiss and tuck in tradition tonight. Tiger is going to be fast asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow, if not sooner. That Suzanne; she's something else. At least tomorrow is Tuesday. I'll tell you one thing: there's going to be some serious motherfucking going on tomorrow! I know that much!"

She felt much better after making that resolution. But then another thought came to her. Oh no. I was counting on Alan to drain my milky breasts during the night. Well, I suppose he needs his rest. She turned to her bed stand and said out loud, "Mr. Breast Pump, looks like it's just you and me tonight. But I feel my milk production is increasing hourly. Tomorrow I'm going to absolutely soak my Tiger with my milk. Fucking and suckling on a Tuesday; I can't wait!" Satisfied with that thought, she resumed reading her book and began to hum "The Alan Song."

As Alan was more or less carried down the hall, he regarding his situation with a certain level of detached amusement. I'm being handed off from one gorgeous sex goddess to another like a limp rag. Just who is who's fuck toy, after all?

Susan was right that Alan wanted to drop onto the bed and go right to sleep. He practically stumbled across Katherine's room and fell straight onto her bed without bothering with brushing his teeth or the rest of his nightly rituals. He was still as sweaty as if he'd just finished one of his tennis practices, but there was no way he was up for a shower. Katherine knew better than to even ask to help him to the bathroom, and besides, she actually liked his cummy and sweaty smell.

But as he lay there, he said, "Sis, I really want to thank you for today. I'm so overextended with my sexual responsibilities. I have a feeling it's going to lighten up soon, but today was way too eventful. It was easily one of the most eventful days of my life. By volunteering to postpone your afternoon fuck to another day, you enabled me to take my time and enjoy the rest of my fucks instead of having them seem like chores."

He reached out his hand, and she came nearer to hold it. With her sitting above him, holding hands, and very mindful of the fact that she had been crying earlier, he said, "Sis, you're so very special to me. I can't even begin to tell you how grateful I am for your understanding. That's the best kind of sister a brother can ever have. I know you're feeling like you missed out, and I hear you watched me fucking Amy. I'm sure you saw how intense that was. Then you heard Suzanne screaming. But I promise I'm going to make you feel that good and then some. That's a big reason why I came up with this punishment idea for Susan. Not only do I hope that you and I will have a really nice long fuck tomorrow before school, but maybe we can wake up in the middle of the night and do who knows what?"

She clapped her hands with glee and giggled. "I think I know what!"

He smiled wearily. "Yeah, me too. But let's leave it to chance, okay? If my body really needs the sleep, it should get it. And if it doesn't happen, I promise we'll do it soon just the same. After all, Kat, I did fuck Amy's vagina today, and I have to honor the two for one agreement we have."

"'Kat'? Did you just call me Kat?"

"Yeah, I did. Spelled with a K. I don't know why. I was looking at you right now, stretching and preening as you took your nightie off, and it reminded me of a cat. Is that okay? I know how you hate it when people call you Kath or Kate."

"Okay? I love it! Meow! Rrrr!" She lay down naked on the bed next to him and playfully pawed at him like a cat. "If someone else called me that, even Amy, I don't know. But you? My Big Poster Roll Brother? You make me sooo glad to be your fuck toy slave. I'm so totally okay with it! It's giving me all kinds of ideas! All kinds of feline, naughty, sexy cat ideas! Oooh! I'm so excited! Rrraggrr! Rrrr!" She pawed at him some more, then licked his face.

Alan laughed, but gently pushed her away. "I know exactly what kind of ideas you're thinking of. I'm guessing they're centering around coming into heat and fitting a certain poster roll-shaped object into a certain hot and steamy hole. Am I right?"

She raised her hand. "Guilty as charged."

"Later, Kat, later. I really need to sleep. But maybe the cats will be out later for their midnight prowl."

"You know they will!" She bounced up and down on the bed excitedly for a bit until she realized that was bothering him. "I love my new name. Please say it one more time!"

He kissed her cheek and stroked her back like he would stroke a pet. "Good night, Kat." He noticed her body shiver with excitement when he petted her.

She gave him a big, long, sloppy kiss on the lips. "Good night, Big Brother! I can't wait until tomorrow! I'm going to go shopping after school and get all kinds of cat-related sexy stuff." Thoughts of going to Ginger's sex shop with Amy immediately popped into her mind, especially since the two of them weren't allowed to join in the S-Club meeting after school that Alan was planning. "Oooh! And drinking milk from Mom's boobs? It all fits. It's all so perfect!"

She leaned over him and pawed at his face. "I am Kat Woman. Hear me roar! Rrrraarrgh!" But she did more playful sticking out of her tongue and purring than fearful roaring. If Katherine was feline, she was much more of a pussy cat than a lioness.

Alan laughed, then rolled over and closed his eyes.

In truth, his new nickname for her wasn't as accidental as he'd implied, although her preening did give him a lucky opening. That morning he'd heard her complaints and could sense that she didn't feel special enough. So he'd thought off and on throughout the day about how to make her feel more special. One idea he'd come up with was giving her her own day, just as Susan had Tuesdays. He liked that, but he wanted to keep it as a surprise for another time. He knew that taking away Susan's special Tuesday tradition would hurt Susan as much as if he tried to saw her legs off with a dull saw, but things needed to be fairer, so the only solution was to eventually give each of his family four a day of special attention.

Another idea for Katherine was to give her a nickname, and he'd spent some time coming up with a good one. He was pleased how well the one he chose went over. Yet he knew that he had a lot more to do to make her feel as special as he thought she was.

Life was very busy, but very good. He fell asleep with his sister spooned up to him and big smiles on both of their faces.

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