SIX TIMES A DAY
Part 4: Mind Games

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CHAPTER 1 (Tuesday, Oct. 8)

Susan and Alan sat quietly in the car as they rode home together. Both were in a daze. There was little comment aside from Susan occasionally saying things like, "Well that certainly was something, wasn't it?"

Alan tried to be noncommittal. He was busy with thoughts of his own. His second appointment with Akami turned out to be everything he hoped it would be and then some. He was on the verge of realizing that Akami wasn't just a very dedicated nurse who would do anything to help her patients, but was pushing hard for sex with him. He still hadn't quite gotten there, however, simply because it was almost beyond his conception that an older, experienced woman like Akami would ever be interested in a nerdy teenager like him. He had a lot of sexual self-confidence issues to overcome.

But what really puzzled him as he rode home was the behavior of his mother.

Alan stared serenely at his mother while she drove and then returned to his thoughts. He couldn't believe that she didn't seem to have a problem with the appointment they just came from. The mother I thought I knew would have been outraged and never returned again. She probably would have sued for extreme emotional distress.

Is she actually getting turned on by it all? She seemed to be getting kind of hot and bothered. Hell, I have no clue about understanding women but even I noticed how her chest was heaving so excitedly. It was like she couldn't tear her eyes off of my penis. But she's my mom. ... However, she's totally gorgeous! I never even fully realized. How cruel is it to have such a smokin' mom? What if she's willing to help me out with my treatment in any way possible, and I do mean in any way? Wow. Impossible!

He tried to put these thoughts out of his mind, as his penis couldn't take any more excitement.

Susan was thinking along the exact same lines: What has gotten into me? That was the most powerfully erotic experience I've ever had! I haven't masturbated in like..., well, ever, pretty much. My whole body felt so... GOOD! But it's so wrong. Probably the better it feels, the bigger the sin.

I know it's wrong to think about my son's member, but if these appointments mean awakening my sexuality, isn't that a good thing? Suzanne says it is, and she's the wisest person I know. Couldn't this put some spice back into my marriage? I would never think about cheating on my husband, and I certainly would NEVER think about actually ... with my son ... To actually...

For starters, to touch his member.

There, I said it. To freely, wantonly, do such an immoral and nasty thing. But Akami says I should check it for abnormalities. Isn't that kind of a moral loophole, if I'm doing it for medical purposes? In fact, wouldn't I be a BAD mother if I didn't? Wouldn't it be selfish of me if I don't do everything she asks, for his benefit? ... It's for his benefit, not mine... I have to be a good mother... But I feel so guilty...

On the outside, she looked calm and collected. But that was only a show, because her thoughts were a bubbling cauldron of confusion. She could barely keep her mind on driving, causing the car to veer all over the road until they finally got home.

Both mother and son immediately rushed to their rooms. Susan, because she decided she wanted to explore her discovery of masturbation more extensively, and in a "hands on" manner. She explained to herself that if she masturbated now, it would still only count as one time. Alan, because he was completely spent in more ways than one and just wanted to sleep.

When Alan finally woke up from his daily nap, he mentally reviewed his appointment with Akami as he lay there on his bed. But that wasn't a good idea because he got yet another erection and his penis wasn't feeling much better. It hurt when it got hard. He turned on the light and went to the computer. He figured doing some homework would do him good.

At that very moment, he heard a knock on the door.

Suzanne stepped into his room, holding her arms up on his doorframe. "How are you doing, Sweetie? You ready for some more Internet fun?" She was wearing a shimmering dress he'd never seen before. It was emerald green, which perfectly matched her eyes.

Oh no! he thought. How can I turn down that offer? But I have no choice. Dang! "Aunt Suzy, I'd love to, but I have a really bad case of... I don't know what to call it. Things are just kind of sore and overworked down there."

"Oh, are they? That must have been some doctor's appointment!" She was very pleased that the doctor's appointments were pushing Alan along sexually, but she tried to hide the satisfaction from her voice.

Alan moaned in frustration. "Ugggghh! Don't even bring that up. It hurts just to think about it! Could we try later tonight, once I've had a chance to recover? I might be feeling better by then."

He yanked his eyes back up to her face - they kept drifting down to her crotch because her dress was so short. He was convinced that if she just raised her arms a little more, he'd see her pussy.

Suzanne reluctantly left after chatting with him a bit more. She tried to pry what happened at the appointment out of him, but he only spoke in vague generalities about the medical aspects.

Suzanne went back downstairs, where she was practically accosted by a very upset Susan.

"Suzanne, I need to speak to you. Right away! It's about this appointment with Akami we came back from. Some very disturbing things happened. Very, very disturbing."

They went out back to the pool area so they could talk without being disturbed or overheard. Suzanne insisted they both change into bikinis first, figuring that might help Susan feel a bit more sexy which it turn could help her be more sexually forthcoming.

Once they were settled in, Susan said, "Suzanne, my dearest friend, I have a horrible confession to make. I have sinned in thought AND deed. I'm headed straight to the gates of Hell, that's for sure!"

Susan went on to describe what happened at the appointment with Akami. She didn't want to reveal everything, since she found some things too embarrassing to even tell her best friend. But Suzanne kept asking probing questions, forcing the strictly honest Susan to reveal more and more. In the end, there was very little she'd left out.

Suzanne discovered that in Susan's mind, her main "sin of thought" was her lustful yearning to touch and stroke her son's erection. Her main "sin of deed" was masturbating in the bathroom near the end of the appointment.

Once Suzanne realized most of the story, she thought, Hmmm. This is a bit dicey. Religion is very important for Susan. I need to convince her that having Alan masturbate is bad, but Susan masturbating is not a sin. Good thing that I've been thinking about this in advance and just waiting for the right moment to give her the religious justifications she needs.

She said, "Can you hold on a minute? I need to get something that will help us out here." Then she got up and went inside.

She came back a few minutes later with a heavy tome. She put in on the table next to her lawn chair and said, "Susan, I've been thinking about these matters for a while now. The spiritual implications of Alan's unorthodox treatment has been troubling me, too. As you know, I'm a Christian too, even though I don't go to church nearly as often as you do. The answers to your worries are in the Bible, naturally. Are you familiar with the story of Onan?"

"Certainly. My parents told me that story repeatedly when I was a kid and they lectured me on the evils of masturbation. He was the one who spilled his seed upon the ground. God was so mad at him that he struck him down and killed him on the spot as a warning that the Children of God should never commit that heinous sin."

"Indeed," Suzanne replied (even though she knew that explanation of the story was just one of several). "But think about that famous saying, 'He spilled his seed upon the ground.' Who has seed? Men do. Spend. Semen. Sperm. Women don't have that. Therefore, women cannot spill their seed upon the ground and what you did today in the doctor's office bathroom was no sin at all."

"But women have their own sexual fluids," Susan pointed out.

"True, but male seed is half of a potential human life. The female half, the egg, is buried deep within us and there's no way to spill it anywhere. Female fluids are just for lubrication, they have no spiritual meaning or potential, no more than saliva does, if I can be blunt about it. If you want to masturbate, there's absolutely nothing wrong or sinful about it. It's only the MALE who can sin that way."

Susan thought about it, and then gasped. "But that means that Alan... I know he has a medical justification, but still... He's sinning six times a day!"

"True. He does have that medical justification, but it would be better if he didn't have to do that at all, right?"

Susan nodded with worry.

Suzanne continued her lecture, "Well, luckily, there's a way out. Think about it. God was mad at Onan because he spilled his seed UPON THE GROUND. Sex is a gift of pleasure between man and woman, and in the story there was a beautiful woman right there with Onan, Tamar was her name, but he spilled his cum onto the floor instead of on her. THAT'S what made God so mad. Onan should have spilled his seed all over Tamar."

"Wait. So you're telling me that it's perfectly okay for a man if he spills his seed onto a woman?"

"Absolutely. If the cum lands on a woman or in a woman, that's perfectly fine. Sexual fun between man and woman is one of God's greatest gifts to his children. Any part of the woman will do. Her vagina, naturally, but her mouth will do just fine. Or her chest, her hands, her stomach - anywhere, really."

Susan's pussy started to tingle as she imagined holding Alan's erection and letting him shoot all over her fair skin. "Suzanne! So what you're saying is that I should let Alan cum all over me?! Whenever he wants?"

"Yes. See? The sinful thoughts you thought you had about that are not sinful at all. You naturally long to stroke Alan and have him cum in your hand because deep down you find it abhorrent to see all that precious seed wasted on the ground. I feel the same way. I've been holding off on touching him that way so far for fear of upsetting you, but I think it's time we step up and be responsible. We have to stop all that morally questionable masturbating he's doing. We need to save him from sin with handjobs."

Suzanne couldn't believe she delivered that last line with a straight face. She didn't believe a single word of what she was saying, but she knew exactly how to push all of Susan's buttons and knew this was the kind of thing Susan would fall for.

"I don't know. That just seems so... extreme. My parents never taught me about THAT."

"Well, your parents are simple people. Honest, hard working, good God-fearing folks, but simple farmers just the same. They've never studied theology. In the past week or so I've been studying this issue, and all the religious scholars agree. Seed belongs on or in a woman, not on the ground. Here, let me point out just one quotation I've found."

She opened up the big book she'd brought. "These are the words of Clement of Alexandria, one of the most important Christian scholars who lived in the third century. He wrote, and I quote, 'Because of its divine institution for the propagation of man, the seed is not to be vainly ejaculated, nor is it to be damaged, nor is it to be wasted.' So you see, right now, Alan's cum is being vainly ejaculated into tissue paper or towels an average of six times a day. We can save him from sin with our hands, our mouths, and the rest of our bodies." Suzanne said this with dead seriousness, though her great earnestness was nothing more than a good acting job.

Susan just sat there with an astonished look on her face. Finally, trying to change the subject and stall for time, she asked, "Do we really have to talk about these things in a bikini? I feel so... naked. It's downright improper."

"Yes we do," Suzanne answered testily.

After some long moments, Susan looked no closer to making any kind of decision.

Finally, Suzanne asked, "Well, what do you think?"

Susan replied, "You make a good case. In a way, it's a big relief. If I DON'T give Alan a handjob, that's actually worse than if I do." The wheels were still turning in her head as she mulled over the implications.

"That's right." Suzanne was pleased to watch Susan's nipples harden in her bathing suit.

But while Susan was greatly aroused by these ideas, these also inflamed her sense of guilt and sin. "Well, Suzanne, that may be the case, in theory, but in reality I just can't bear the thought of doing that. It goes against the grain of everything I learned my entire life. Also, what about the incest? He's my son!"

Suzanne knew that the incest issue would be a tougher nut to crack, but she tried to chip away at Susan's beliefs there, too. "Incest is strictly about intercourse, Susan. Everyone knows that. Is it a crime to kiss your son? No. To hug him? No. Handjobs and the like fall in that same category." She had a hard time saying that with a straight face, too. But she knew how gullible Susan was and was fairly sure her explanations on this would at least have a little bit of an effect.

Susan frowned. picked up the tome and read the quote. "I dunno. I'd think a hug is totally different. Can you do some more research on that?"

"Certainly."

Susan thought some more, and then said, "Suzanne, I really appreciate everything you've done for this family during our trying time. Maybe, maybe... maybe you should help Alan out, you know, in that way. With your hands, I mean. It's okay with me. I give you my permission. But I could never do that myself. No matter what Clement of Alexandria says, it just doesn't sit right with me. Not only that, but if my parents ever found out, or God forbid, my sister, they would never understand, never forgive me. I'm afraid the burden will have to fall on you."

Suzanne looked at Susan gravely. "I understand. But if jacking off Alan is going to be my daily burden, I think it's only fair that you make some sacrifices too."

"Like what?"

"I'm going to need more help in the visual stimulation department. For Alan to climax six times a day, day after day, month after month, he's going to need a non-stop barrage of truly impressive stimulation. It's a lucky break that he has such a sexy mother, and we have to take advantage of that. You keep only meeting me half way when it comes to what you wear. I want you to agree to wear anything I say, at any time."

Susan blanched. "I dunno. Wow. Is that really necessary? Why can't he just get excited looking at you?"

"Don't you trust me? Don't you respect my sacrifices? I'm willing to let Alan cum in my hand, or even on my face or chest if need be, to save him from the heinous sin of Onan. What are you willing to do to help him? Aren't we in this as a team, with you, Angel, and me all doing what we can to help someone we love in his time of need? Heck, even Amy is helping out with some visual stimulation without understanding the why of it. She still tries to do her part."

Susan let out a big sigh. "Very well. I'll do what I can."

"That's the spirit! Together, we're going to overcome all obstacles and defeat Alan's tragic energy condition once and for all. You're my best friend and I love you." They hugged.

Suzanne thought, Hot damn, I think she bought it! Heh-heh, I think that was the biggest line of bullshit I've spun in my entire life. I especially like the part about my "sacrifice" in "suffering" through all those juicy handjobs that I actually can't wait to give. But she bought it! She still has so much prudishness to overcome, but I've planted the seeds and given her the religious justification she so desperately needs. It's amazing. I'll bet it's possible to find quotes in the Bible to justify just about anything, especially with all that Old Testament stuff.

The only thing is I feel bad about tricking my best friend. She's sooo gullible. Normally I'm the one who protects her innocent mind from the sharks and ripoffs, but now I'm betraying her faith in me. She would have rejected these ideas that conflict with her religious upbringing out of hand unless they came from me. She trusts me more than anyone else, I'm sure.

The thing is, sometimes the ends DO justify the means. I can't just come out and say, "Susan, I'm in love with your son, I want to spend the rest of my life with him." She'd freak out, especially since I'm still married. This is the only way. There has to be a gradual change in her sexual mores before she can accept what I plan to do with my cute little Sweetie. Or not so little, heh-heh.

I've been so good and honest to Susan for so many years; I know I've earned this one harmless little trick. It's gonna make Susan's life much, much better, too. Hopefully in the end she can throw off this Christian fundamentalist bullshit that's been holding her down, and learn to live and love! Maybe she'll even divorce Ron when she discovers what she's been missing. I never have liked him, not one bit.

CHAPTER 2

Suzanne elected to share dinner with the Plummer family once again. She'd immediately held Susan to her promise to wear whatever Suzanne said, and picked out the most outrageous outfit for her yet. She wanted to be around more often to make sure Susan didn't chicken out in wearing it during dinner. She also wanted to see if she could tease Alan's version of the medical appointment out of him.

Alan's penis shot straight to attention when he walked in the dining room for dinner. Suzanne wore an outfit that just barely contained her generous breasts, but he wasn't too surprised about that. Katherine wore a very similar revealing outfit and that was a surprise since he'd never seen her wear sexy clothes in front of Susan before. But it was what Susan wore that completely blew his mind.

She wore a shiny red leather outfit which looked like it was designed for a high-class prostitute. It was skin tight and hung on her body as if she wasn't wearing anything at all.

He could see her nipples as clear as day, and her boobs shook like Jell-O at the slightest movement. His mouth grew dry and he felt dizzy.

Stranger still was how Susan acted. She looked extremely ashamed and subdued, as if the scantily clad body seemingly designed for fucking belonged to a different person and had somehow been mistakenly attached to her wholesome face.

Throughout the meal she complained to Suzanne for making her wear the outfit.

Yet somehow her bashfulness turned Alan on even more, as if she was willing to do anything to please him, but also as if she was forced to do it like a slave.

At one point, Susan leaned over to Suzanne and whispered in her ear. She'd assumed Alan couldn't hear what she was saying, but he could, mostly because reading her lips while she whispered helped quite a lot.

She whispered, "Suzanne, I can't do this. It's like I'm naked. They won't stop bouncing and jiggling with every move I make. And my nipples! Everyone can see how aroused I am. It's so improper."

Suzanne whispered back, "You have to be strong. Think of all that cum Alan is going to shoot, thanks to your sacrifice. Hang in there."

Susan whispered in return, "That's part of the problem. I keep thinking of him cumming. I'm telling you, it's not right."

Suzanne just squeezed her hand. "Be strong."

She finally leaned back, inadvertently causing a new series of chest earthquakes.

Alan was so aroused that he wanted to cry.

But Alan's great arousal wore down his defense and he ended up explaining some of what happened with Akami.

Katherine and Suzanne listened with intense interest.

Alan's version of events was highly edited and censored. He did explain how he'd climaxed three times during the appointment, but he left the impression that it had been more of a clinical treatment than the mind-blowingly lusty experience it really was. He mentioned next to nothing of what Susan did, and said she'd kept her eyes closed the whole time.

But even Katherine, who knew nothing of what happened so far, could read between the lines more often than not. She strongly suspected Susan did more than just sit bored with her eyes closed the whole time. Her suspicions were strengthened by watching Susan's nervous reaction to Alan's retelling of the event.

Susan mostly just squirmed and blushed in great embarrassment. She squished about as well, because her pussy got quite wet. It wasn't what Alan said that made her so horny, it was her own memory filling in the gaps of his account that did it. Mostly, she couldn't get the image of Akami's hands rhythmically sliding all over Alan's big erection.

Since Katherine was the least knowledgeable about the appointment, she kept pressing for many of the very sexual details Alan was trying not to mention. She said things like, "So wait a minute, Big Brother. You're telling me, the whole time you were there, this pretty nurse was massaging your hard-on? And she did this in the nude?!"

"Not exactly the whole time, and she wasn't exactly nude," he replied sheepishly, red as a ripe tomato. "She always kept her panties on." He valiantly tried his hardest to steer the discussion from questions about what his mother was doing or saying, in an attempt to protect her honor.

Despite his efforts, Susan was aghast with shame, and the more aroused she grew, the more ashamed she got as well. She thought, What's wrong with me? I can only imagine what I look like in this outfit, with my erect nipples plainly visible for all to see. This top gives no support whatsoever. I might as well be topless. It's like someone just painted a part of by breasts red and called that a top.

But what's worse are my naughty thoughts. I don't care what Suzanne says, thinking about my Tiger's big hard thing being so lovingly stroked by the good nurse HAS to be some kind of sin. I'll bet it's hard right now, under the table there. Tiger must be terribly excited right now, thinking about how he splattered his seed all over Akami's face and chest. At least he didn't spill it on the ground. Thank goodness for small blessings.

She stared at where she would have been able to see Alan's crotch had the table not been in the way. I'll bet his member could use some help right now. It must be throbbing in great pain, aching for release. I could be the one to stroke it at this very moment! It's for his own good! And if he cums all over me, I'd be saving him from moral depravity.

She took some heavy breaths to calm down. There must be something wrong with me. Suzanne seems so calm and collected. Angel is her usual giggly self. True, they're both dressed very provocatively, but I'm the only one dressed like a complete whore and thinking terribly naughty thoughts about my own son. I have to get my act together. But I have to do it on my own. I can't even let Suzanne know that I can't stop dreaming of holding Tiger's pulsing, throbbing hardness in my hand, or I'll die of shame.

She was right about one thing: Alan was terribly excited and in great need for release. It was mostly due to Susan's top. In fact, it was cleverly designed to cause her boobs to jiggle even more than if she'd been completely naked because of the way it managed to lift them up yet leave them there without significant support.

Every move she made, even if it was just to lift a fork to her plate, caused her boobs to bounce around wildly. She was frustrated at all the movement she was making and felt like there was a shining spotlight pointing right at her chest, everyone staring at her. But she didn't know what to do.

Alan skipped dessert. Instead, he rushed upstairs, hopped on his bed, and climaxed into a towel.

He was emotionally and physically exhausted from so much sexual stimulation in recent days. And his penis felt like it had been rubbed raw, too. He was greatly relieved later that evening to simply go watch a movie with his friends Sean and Peter. It helped too that he took a cold shower before leaving.

But it wasn't so easy to simply shut off all that had happened. He spent most of the evening with his friends, yet not really with them. Instead, he thought about things like what his friends would think of his mother if they walked into his house to pick him up to go somewhere, and saw her dressed the way she was. Even more consuming was the thought that Suzanne was waiting for him to come back and take care of some "unfinished business."

Once he left for the movie, Susan desperately needed her own release as well. While she washed the dishes with Katherine, she debated whether she should masturbate or not. It wasn't that she distrusted Suzanne, but she wondered if maybe Suzanne only knew one school of thought when it came to the sinfulness of female masturbation. She didn't want to live a life of sin based on a misunderstanding.

But on the other hand, she was so aroused that she felt like falling on her knees and screaming, "Why me, Lord? Why me?" She was reminded of the trials of Job.

After much restless agitation, she came to a compromise solution: I'll just go back to my room and practice my breast exam. Akami did say that one cannot do that enough. Since I didn't have one in years, I probably need a lot of them now, to make up for it. Plus, if I don't practice, I'm going to forget how Akami did it exactly.

So that's what she did. She ended up having an orgasm just by "examining" her breasts. She decided that didn't count as masturbation since she didn't even touch her pussy.

She tried at first to think of her favorite movie stars, but failed miserably. Within seconds, her thoughts were filled with nothing but erotic fantasies involving her son. She loved wearing her scandalous red outfit at dinner and her thoughts at first involved that.

In her daydream, in the middle of dinner Alan ordered her to sit next to her. Then, without saying anything, he reached over and began fondling her through her top. But soon he had her top completely off and casually pulled at her nipples while holding a normal conversation with the others. In her mind, it really was her son's fingers pulling on her nipples right then instead of her masturbating.

Then in her dream, Suzanne sat on the other side of Alan, pulled out his erection, and began stroking it. All the while Alan kept pulling on Susan's nipples.

She never got beyond that in the dream because it was all so exciting that she came within minutes.

She felt a lot better when it was over. It was like a fog had lifted from her brain. She decided, This kind of ... activity ... is good because it purges all those nasty, depraved, evil, SINFUL thoughts from my head. I feel halfway normal now. What I need to do in the future is to have some more breast exams but think about things - anything! - other than my son's extremely tempting member.

She looked back at her thoughts, such as the idea that she needed to have lots of breast exams to make up for not doing them for years, and wondered how she could have fallen for such illogical thinking.

Suzanne lurked around the Plummer house after Susan went to her room. Like a spy on a secret mission, she wanted to know just how excited Susan was getting. So, after an impatient pause and when she thought the coast was clear, she snuck up to Susan's bedroom and put her ear to Susan's door. She heard the sound of moaning and bed springs squeaking.

Smiling with satisfaction, she headed back to her own house.

Her husband was working late, so she was alone as she stood before her bedroom closet and started to undress for bed. I knew it! I'm shocked, but not completely shocked. Susan has been so repressed that she's a volcano of passion, and now she's starting to erupt. She can't even control herself in the slightest. She's so fucking horny for Alan! It's obvious.

This certainly changes things. My goal was to relax her morals enough so that she'd accept my relationship with my Sweetie. The problem is, I think she's sliding down a slippery slope and there's no way to stop her just half way down. She's resisting, but deep down she wants some of his cock. I could see the way her eyes were practically boring a hole through the table. It was like she was praying for X-ray vision.

So that could be bad. That definitely opens up a whole can of worms. But on the other hand, maybe, just maybe, I can realize my ultimate, impossible sexual fantasy: seduce not just Sweetie, but Susan and Angel too! It seems too good to be true that I'm getting this far with him, but I never would have expected the two of them would react like this on top of it. It's like they're total nymphomaniacs exploding into lust at the first opportunity.

She finished undressing while she continued to ruminate. Susan's reaction has been wild enough. But there's Angel's reaction too. Like the way she was pumping him at dinner with questions about how Akami stroked his penis. Pumping is the perfect word. She looked like she could barely contain herself from reaching over and jacking him off right at the dinner table.

Now that Suzanne stood naked, she began fingering her pussy in front of her mirror. I had her pegged all wrong. I thought she was another prude just like her mother. How many years did I try to get Susan to have an affair to spice up her life, and it was the one thing I could never make her do. I couldn't even get her to dress more sexily. But no, mother and daughter are total hotties. In fact, I'd almost suspect Angel had a thing for him even before I put my scheme into motion. Maybe she does! It's so hot - sister and brother together! I can't stand it!

Suzanne was really assaulting her pussy now. Her whole body buckled with every thrust. Her other hand worked furiously on her clit. But unlike Susan with her brain that fogged over so easily, Suzanne was much better at keeping her wits about her. She continued to simultaneously fantasize and scheme even as she grew more and more aroused.

Alan could be the key to all three of them. I need to develop and cultivate their lustful feelings for each other. Then, one day, we'll all be in bed together, all four of us! If we're all on him, it'll be natural for the touching between everyone to develop until we women are all madly fucking each other as well. It'll be glorious! I could move in with them, and, oh God! Oh, too much! Too much!

I can move in with them and maybe, maybe even, oh, yes! Maybe even marry my Sweetie! Oh Lord God! Yes! Only I can marry him. I'm the only one not related! Fuck! They'll have to agree. Fuck yeah! Oh! Good God! The fucking hunky Alan, my fucking husband! And Susan and Angel my partners in bed! Oh! Lord! One giant orgy, every day! God yes! Oh! Aaaaiiiieeee!

Suzanne arched back and let out a loud wail as she had the best orgasm she could remember in years. As it went on, visions of all three Plummers flashed in her head, one after another. Mostly it was Alan, and then Susan. Suzanne had a slight crush on Susan for years, but never pursued it because she considered Susan just a tad less prudish than a nun with lifelong chastity vows.

She'd never really had sexual feelings for Katherine, she had no interest in underaged girls. But there was no denying that Katherine was reaching the age of an adult and her body was the body of an adult. Now Suzanne was amenable to the idea of seducing Katherine, too. Suddenly, she was very amenable.

She lay back on her bed in the nude. If I had a REAL man as a husband, he would be here for me now. I never would have started wandering. I can't even remember the last time we made love. It's like Susan and I aren't married at all. I don't know which is worse: Susan's husband being overseas all the time, or my husband being here but not here at the same time.

Well, Alan's a real man, and a good man, too. He's no mere boy. He'd never neglect me or leave me alone. She looked around the empty bedroom and sighed.

CHAPTER 3†(Wednesday, Oct. 9)

The next day, everything seemed perfectly normal again for Alan. It was just another day at school, and then a typical day at home except for Susan and Katherine dressing more sexily. Admittedly, a lot more sexily. He overheard Susan chastising Katherine over her outfit, but Katherine pointed out that Susan wasn't one to talk, given what she was wearing.

Alan masturbated several times in the afternoon as usual. The outfits he saw helped, but he certainly wasn't lacking mental stimulation material.

He hadn't seen Suzanne at all that day and worried that he'd miss her altogether. But when he got back from a quick trip to the grocery store after dinner, Susan told him that Suzanne was in his room waiting for him and had something she wanted to talk about.

Alan had a good feeling that Suzanne wanted to do more than just talk. As he walked up the stairs towards his room, he felt scared and apprehensive. She was so sexual and physically perfect that just being near her could be intimidating. One part of his brain said, Don't let me go in there! But on the other hand, a team of wild horses couldn't have kept him out.

Suzanne looked absolutely ravishing. She now wore an elaborately designed black silk kimono not for a love of Japanese style, but strictly for the potential it had to open up in the front.

It was already about nine in the evening by this time. Alan reflected that this was probably the type of thing she wore just before climbing into bed. Just the thought of Suzanne getting into a bed was now enough to get him horny. Yet he reminded himself it was only days ago when he didn't have any sexual thoughts about her at all.

No sooner had they sat down than Suzanne took advantage of how the robe opened in the front. She leaned back on his bed and allowed a boob to fall out of the kimono. There was a wide sash across her midsection which kept the kimono rather bound up, but she quickly worked to make sure that it "accidentally" came undone. Her hands began roaming over her kimono, and wherever they went, the kimono opened up more and more.

As she explored her body, she said, "I'm so glad you're here. I've been getting so hot and bothered just thinking about you."

"You? About me?"

"Sure! You think I'm helping you out just for you? Sweetie, believe me I would if I have to because I love you, but I'm enjoying this just as much as you are." By the time she said that, her robe had opened enough to completely expose both of her breasts. She reached up to a nipple and loudly moaned as she pinched it.

"Really?" Alan honestly asked, "But I don't deserve you. You're like a Playboy centerfold - you're actually hotter than the typical Playboy centerfold - and I'm just some guy, some random teenager."

She raised an eyebrow as she played with her breasts with both hands. "Don't sell yourself short. You're not just some random teenager. You're my Sweetie! You're the most kind and good man I've ever met, and you're turning into a total hunk to boot. Note that I say 'man' and not 'boy'. Now, are you going to release the beast from its cage or are you going to leave me suffering?"

He looked at her in confusion and saw her eyebrows wiggling as she stared at the obvious bulge in his shorts. He was slowly learning. Suzanne actually sees ME as a sex object of some sort? Wow.

She added impatiently, "Are you going to unzip your shorts so we can get down to some nasty porn watching, or am I going to do it myself?"

Alan was learning fast. He grinned. "I'm afraid you're going to have to do it yourself."

She said wryly, "Now I know why you're in the gifted classes." She let the kimono fall off her shoulders. It was stopped from falling all the way off by the sash around her waist. Then she got down on her knees in front of where Alan was sitting.

She reached out and unzipped his shorts zipper.

Alan held his breath. He couldn't believe what was happening.

She took her time just staring at his bulge, letting the anticipation grow. Finally, she reached in through the fly on his underwear and grasped his erection firmly.

Alan exhaled and then sucked in another big breath. His heart was pounding.

She pulled his erection out and left it sticking straight out, right at her. "Did I really just grab your cock?" she asked rhetorically. "I'm such a naughty girl. If I'm not careful, I might end up grabbing it, and stroking it, a lot more. That would be bad. Very improper." She winked.

Alan felt dizzy. It was like every last drop of blood in his body had rushed to engorge his erection, leaving nothing to keep his brain working. He tried taking deep breaths to calm down.

Suzanne was tempted to lean forward and suck on his meaty rod, but she also wanted to draw out his seduction as much as she could. She looked up and playfully asked him, "So, a penny for your thoughts. Is something arousing you? What could it be?"

Alan was going to burst out, "You!" But he thought, I have to be clever. Cool. I'm not just some random teenager. I have to live up to Aunt Suzy's high expectations. After a long pause, he grinned and said, "I'm just looking at the porn pictures."

Suzanne was amused. "Oh, the porn pictures, eh?" She pretended to pout, and flicked a finger at his erection, causing it to sway from side to side. She brought her face closer to his erection, allowing her to breathe on it. Then she said in a very breathy voice, "JUST the pictures? Having your Aunt Suzy nearly totally naked and on her knees before your cock thinking about how good it would feel to touch and fondle doesn't have anything to do with it?"

Alan felt assaulted with erotic sensations, even though she wasn't touching him. For one thing, she was breathing on his penis quite heavily. He could actually sense the minty flavor in her mouth as she puffed on it. He also loved her flowery perfume (he detected lavender) and her scratchy voice. Add the words she was saying and the way she was showing off her naked torso, and he was in serious danger from cumming without any skin to skin contact at all.

He answered her question, "Maybe a little."

Her grin widened. "Just a little, eh? What am I going to do with you?" She cupped a tit as she said this, and with the fingers from her other hand traced the outline of the nipple on that tit.

He wasn't sure if he was meant to respond, and he was enjoying his erotic high too much to want to speak in any case.

So she suggested, "You know what the problem is? I think your beast is still too confined. Let it roam free. We want to see you pull your shorts off. We want to see that very much." Her fingers were now pulling her nipple out towards him, making her tit look even more massive than it already was.

Alan momentarily wondered what she meant by "we." He gathered his wits and prepared to drop his shorts. "Good idea. Best to be safe. They were cutting off my circulation anyway." He slowly brought them down his legs.

Suzanne laughed. He's a natural. Sure, he's nervous, but he's not completely intimidated. Most of the men I'm with are twice his age and never get over being intimidated by my looks. Maybe it's because Alan grew up with his Aunt Suzy, he knows I don't bite. Well, not much, hee hee.

Alan stood up in the process of taking his shorts off. Now all he had on was a T-shirt. He wasn't used to standing with an unhindered erection and he felt awkward about it.

As he tried to move back into the same position in front of Suzanne as before, Suzanne deliberately moved her face forward a little, causing his penis to bounce off of her cheek.

"Sorry!" he nearly yelled, thinking that he'd been to one to bump into her. He staggered backwards and nearly fell over. He managed to settle back into his chair.

But she just wryly replied, "Be careful where you poke that thing." She caressed the spot on her cheek where the penis had touched and then shuddered, acting as if the mere touch had nearly given her an orgasm.

Alan realized he was on a razor's edge. One more slight touch or sexy thought or word was going to bring on an orgasm. Without explaining why, he closed his eyes and tried to block out all thoughts of Suzanne. He concentrated on his breathing until the worst of the orgasmic surge passed.

Suzanne smiled as she saw him finally open his eyes after a minute or more. "Looks like someone around here is getting too much stimulation." Suzanne made a pretense at pulling her kimono up over her shoulders and closing it, as if trying to calm things a little, but then she let it fall off her shoulder again as soon as she'd finished closing it.

She giggled. "Oopsie. Looks like you're stuck with Aunt Suzy's big ol' blinding white boobs. Think you can handle that?"

Alan was feeling much more able to go on now that surge had passed. He said, "I can handle it. And not only that, they're not blinding white. I prefer to think of them as ivory. And they certainly don't look old. However, I'm afraid I'm definitely going to have to agree with you about them being big."

Suzanne reached out and flicked a finger on his erection, causing it to sway again. "Ooh, looks like we've got a cheeky one here. Very well. ... Since what the doctor wants is prolonged sexual stimulation, wouldn't it be better if you stimulated yourself again while you look at the 'pictures'?" She made quote marks in the air as she said pictures, knowing full well he was going to be staring at her instead.

He brought both hands to his erection while asking, "You sure you won't mind?" He was so excited that he started stroking himself before she had a chance to respond.

"Why should I mind? I'm just here to help you achieve your daily target." She grasped at her tits with both hands, adding, "Don't mind me at all. My chest is sore and needs a little massage. I think I'll just work on that."

He laughed. On the inside, she was nearly delirious with delight. This is like a dream come true! I can tell my Sweetie is going to be such fun in bed. And since we've come this far, it's just a matter of time before we go all the way. I only have to break down Susan's barriers and then I'll be able to play with this monster any time I like.

Despite Alan's great desire to stroke himself, he felt self-conscious with Suzanne on her knees, her nose practically touching the top of his penis head. His hands were covering his erection as much as stroking it. He was more squeezing that stroking.

Suzanne noticed this and said, "Stroke it for me, Sweetie! Think about my tits, my pussy, my face. Do it for me!"

He began rubbing his penis more overtly, but still slowly at first. Although Alan was sitting at his desk next to his computer, needless to say, there wasn't even a pretense of looking at the computer screen.

No way, he thought. I just cannot imagine how perfect Aunt Suzy looks! And her boobs are absolutely unreal! It would be like trying to hold a watermelon or basketball. No one has boobs like that ... except for my mother. To his surprise, the thought of his mother's boobs and then the jiggly red leather dress she was wearing suddenly greatly increased his horniness. He was surprised because he didn't realize he could even get any more aroused than he already was.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Suzanne said as she slowly jiggled her massive hooters. She sat up on her heels, shoving them forwards until they were inches from his erection.

He was tempted to reach out and touch them, but didn't know what to do and was afraid of being chastised by her. The pace of his rubbing increased.

"Whoa, boy, slow down and enjoy it," she said, as she grabbed his hand pumping his penis. "You know what would feel even better? Someone else's hand. The doctor said you need assistance to prevent chafing and what not. Are you feeling chafed?"

"Very." He laughed. "Very chafed." The notion of chafing sounded absurd, but he recalled that the doctor had actually warned it could happen to him.

She brought both of her hands to his erection. One hand held onto his and slowly pulled it away. That left her other hand wrapped around his shaft.

As she sat there with his throbbing hardness in her hand, she asked, "Do you mind if I help you with your problem like this, now and always?"

That comment and the feeling of her cool, soft hand replacing his own was so arousing that he was sure he was going to lose his load. He grimaced and braced for the climax to come.

But Suzanne could see what was happening and brought her other hand back to his erection. She squeezed the base of it hard, staving off the surge. "Not so fast, cutie," she cooed. "You don't want to miss out on a lot of good stroking."

However, even though Alan hadn't quite cum, he was overwhelmed by the close call. It was all he could do to hang on and keep his wits about him.

Suzanne realized this and was patient. She was continued to just gently hold his erection with one hand. She knew she had to be careful to make this first handjob experience last, as his control was nearly nonexistent and he was right on the verge.

"Suzanne? You mean you're gonna give me a handjob?" Alan was so excited that his voice cracked as he said the word "handjob." His voice hadn't cracked in a long time, but lately it was doing it at the very most embarrassing moments. He suddenly felt like he was twelve years old, and a complete idiot.

She had to suppress a laugh from his cracking voice, but then she broke into a wry smile. This is so much fun! Like taking candy from a baby. "Yes, I'm giving you a handjob. I'm going to jack you off."

"Susan... I mean Suzanne! That feels so good. Please help me. Help me every day..." he moaned. "I could really use your help."

She initially merely lightly fondled his penis, but the sensation of another person's hands on his prick was so new that any touch felt amazing to him. Then she placed a finger under the base of the head where he was most sensitive, and began pressing and rubbing.

Belatedly responding to his moaning comment, she cooed as she rubbed, "Oh yes. Every day. Aunt Suzy's gonna help you every day. In fact, I can tell your Johnson and I are going to become very good friends. How would you like me to play with your dick every single day, for years and years to come?"

Alan let out a wordless moan of great pleasure.

She kept stroking, lightly and slowly.

But even though she was taking it easy on him, the things she did with her hands still brought him indescribable joy.

After a couple more minutes, Alan couldn't help but say, "Aunt Suzy, your hands. They're so good. So soft. So smooth. What you're doing... Oh, it feels so great!"

"That's why the doctor wants nice, soft female hands wrapped around your hot erection at all times, caressing it, stroking it, loving it. Not your own rough and calloused hands. We can't have any chafing, God forbid." She had a twinkle in her eye, barely suppressing a laugh over the whole chafing idea.

The pace slowly built up, until he was eventually ready to blow. His eyes remained fixed on her swaying tits, or sometimes he would watch her fingers playing up and down his dick. But every now and then he would look away from these mesmerizing sights and see her face staring lovingly into his, and nearly lose it.

Her face was always close to the tip of his penis. Sometimes she would breathe on it, sending shivers up and down his spine, and other times she would judge him to be overstimulated and she'd pull back a little bit. She was sorely tempted to swallow his pole deep into her mouth, but she held back on that completely. She wanted to savor his seduction.

She was in control since he had little mastery over his own urges. She finally decided the time was right to literally bring his first handjob to a climax.

"You're almost ready..." she cooed as her hands suddenly started pumping fast in, squeezing his most sensitive spots. "Do it all over my big boobs!"

The cum began spewing forth as soon as she said that. Alan wasn't paying attention to anything but the incredible sensations coursing through his body, so he didn't realize at first that he was shooting directly into Suzanne's face.

That didn't slow her down, though - in fact, it inspired her. She pumped his erection for all she was worth. She loved him so much that she wanted to drain him completely dry.

A minute or two later, they sat back in post-orgasmic bliss, Alan resting in his chair and Suzanne still sitting on the floor, leaning up against his desk. In actual fact the handjob lasted no more than ten minutes, but to Alan it seemed like an eternity of bliss.

When she saw he'd somewhat recovered, she said, "Wow, that was some Internet porn, wasn't it?"

They both had a good laugh. Neither cared a flying fuck about the pictures at this point.

Alan wanted to blurt out, "I love you!" but once again decided silence was the safest path.

CHAPTER 4

Alan sat forward and had a look around. He finally realized that his cum lay all over Suzanne's tremendous tits. Then he looked up and saw that even more had landed on her face. Much of it had hit her right in her cleavage. He wanted desperately to take his hands and explore the depths of that deep valley, rubbing his cum all over her mounds. The fact that she was still lightly panting, causing her cum-covered tits to heave, only increased his mental excitement.

But he dared not touch her, not understanding what limits there might be. Others might have been much bolder, but he was too inexperienced and shy to take the initiative. Further, he saw no need to push his luck as long as his penis was down for the count.

Suzanne said, "Okay, now it's time for you to REALLY tell me what happened during your medical appointment."

"What do you mean?"

She pouted, "After I do that to you, you still play dumb with me? I talked to Susan about it and she told a different story than the one you gave at dinner. For instance, you forgot to mention how Akami gave her a so-called breast exam."

"Oooooh... THAT appointment."

Suzanne chuckled.

Alan went over the appointment again, but this time he didn't hold anything back. He and Suzanne often compared notes, figuring out what Susan mentioned and what she left out.

As Alan talked, he slowly found his erection reviving. Previously, the fact that Akami rubbed his penis was eventually tortured out of him only after repeated questions. But now he freely described Akami's ministrations in great detail and after a while he mentioned little else but that and the way Akami fondled Susan's chest.

Between his own words and the continued sight of his cum slowly trickling down Suzanne's body, his hands found themselves wrapped around his new hard-on.

But Suzanne said, "Don't touch it just yet. Leave that to me. Why do it yourself when you've got Aunt Suzy all addicted to your cock? You've won yourself a very eager cock stroker."

Alan could hardly argue with that. He pulled his hands away.

Suzanne added in her delightfully raspy voice, "But since you got your pleasure I hope you don't mind if I get off too." She thrust one of her fingers into her pussy, which unfortunately for Alan remained hidden under her kimono.

He couldn't really tell what was going on underneath, but he desperately wanted to find out. He reached out to adjust her kimono and give himself a better view.

But she chided. "Look, but don't touch. It's my great pleasure to give you stimulation, Sweetie, but we can't go any farther than that. So no touching me. After all, I'm your dear old Aunt Suzy, aren't I? This body has to remain off limits to you."

For maybe a week at most, heh-heh, she gleefully corrected herself in her private thoughts. Then she told him, "Now, no pouting, and tell me more about how you really felt at the doctor's office."

Alan had pretty much told her everything already, but he didn't mind describing how Akami played with Susan's breasts in more detail, even though neither his nor Suzanne's hands were on his erection as he talked.

But before he could really get into it, there was a knock on the door. It was Susan. She said through the door. "Alan? Suzanne? You still in there? How it is going? It's been a while now."

Alan looked around for his shorts and started to reach out so he could quickly put them back on.

But Suzanne waved that effort off. Instead, without attempting to cover up or move from where she sat, she said, "Oh, things are CUMMING along nicely. Come on in, Susan."

Susan opened the door and stepped into the room. The first thing she noticed was Suzanne's pale white back. She didn't see any cloth above her waist and realized that meant Suzanne was completely exposed on her front side too. Then her eyes went to Alan and she figured out he was sitting in the perfect position to ogle Suzanne's bare chest.

As she stepped further into the room, she was able to see around Suzanne's back more until she saw enough of Alan to determine he wasn't wearing any shorts. Then she saw the shorts on the floor. She froze before she got enough of an angle to see Alan's erection, but she knew it was there from the lusty look on his face.

While Susan was surprised at what she saw, Alan was surprised at her too. He couldn't get over the outfit she was wearing. She looked like a teenage girl about to go out on a hot date, with a black mini-skirt and a nearly skin-tight top that exposed her belly. She was blushing and both arms covered her chest, but that just made find her all the more arousing.

Suzanne hadn't turned around to look at Susan whatsoever, but she knew with certainty that Susan was blushing, covering up as much as she could. She was the one who'd told her what to wear and she knew how uncomfortable Susan was about it. She said with authority, "Susan, drop your hands to your side this instant."

Susan was mortified, but she brought her arms down.

After giving her a suitable time to do that, Suzanne said, "Now, thrust your chest out and let your son admire your new outfit."

Susan protested, "But this outfit, it's hardly appropriate, I mean, it's so scandalous to begin with..."

"Susan!"

"Suzanne, please! Really, don't you think-"

But Suzanne interrupted, "Remember that you're here for visual stimulation. You're doing what you can do to help his condition, and I'm doing what I can. I think he could use a good dose of visual stimulation right now."

Susan sighed. "Very well." She thrust her chest out and stood with her arms straight at her side, like a soldier at attention.

"More thrusting, please," Suzanne insistently demanded.

"Is that really necessary?"

"Suuuuusan?!" Suzanne chided.

Blushing furiously, Susan thrust her chest forward as far as she could. She wanted to crawl into a hole and die from embarrassment, but at the same time she reveled in the shame and the naughtiness of what she was doing. She couldn't stand to look in her son's direction, but she felt light-headed as she imagined him staring at her.

Suzanne, still without turning, then said, "So. What is it that brought you in?"

Holding her body in that lewd thrusting position, she tried to say in a casual voice, "Oh, I just wanted to say hello and see if you needed anything. Just seeing how you're getting along."

The truth was, she didn't have any reason to come in, but Suzanne had told her in advance that this was the time she was going to give Alan his first handjob, and as the minutes went by curiosity eventually got the best of her. She absolutely had to know how things had gone.

Suzanne knew this. She could have strung Susan along, but decided to have mercy since Susan was doing her best wearing the outfit and posing in such a sexy way. She said, "I just stroked Alan to a very nice climax, didn't I, Sweetie?"

Alan thought, I can't believe we're having this conversation. How surreal! But he answered, "Uh, yeah. Mom, it was, um, very nice. Suzanne is very talented with her hands."

Susan also found the whole situation bizarre, but managed to reply, "That's nice. I'll bet she is." She was slowly drifting further into the room while keeping her chest thrust out. She finally reached the point where she could see Alan's erection, pointing up stiffly in his lap. She froze again and gawked.

Then, realizing that Alan could see how blatantly she was staring, she freaked out and backed away. "Um, nice. Very nice! Uh, I gotta go. Let me know if you need anything else!" By the time she finished saying that she was back in the hallway. She closed the door behind her and rushed to her bathroom to take a cold shower. She couldn't believe how aroused the entire encounter made her and she prayed that it didn't show on her face.

As soon as she was gone, Suzanne thought, A-ha! I've always figured Susan would be submissive in bed, and the way she loved being told to thrust her chest out proves it. Things are going to get miiiiighty interesting around here, heh-heh!

She chuckled. "Aw, shucks. I was hoping she would stay longer. I didn't even get to show her this lovely pearl necklace you gave me." She swiped a gob of Alan's cum off of her cum-splattered chest, and made a great show of sucking it into her mouth with her free hand. "Jesus!" she said with great surprise. "Has anyone ever told you how good your cum tastes?"

Alan let out a loud groan. "Oh. My. Gaaawd. Aunt Suzy, this has just been too weird. Great, damn great, but weird. I mean you" - he pointed at her chest - "and then Mom" - he pointed at the door. "I mean, it's just..."

Since he was at a loss for words, Suzanne said, "Yeah, I know. It's a lot coming at you all at once. You have to admit though, that your mom looked really hot as she stood there obediently with her chest thrust out, her giant tits hanging out right in front of you, panting and staring hungrily at your big, hard cock. Didn't that turn you on?"

Alan assumed he needed to keep his incestuous desires a secret from everyone, even Suzanne. "It's not like that, Aunt Suzy. Really."

She raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Honest to God. I mean, yes, she's attractive. Hell, more than attractive. But she's my mom. I don't think of her that way."

Suzanne kept pressing, trying to get him to confess some attraction. She began rubbing his erection again, to further break down his resistance. "Oh, come on, Sweetie, you have to admit she looked sexy. Are you saying your mother isn't beautiful? Is that what you want me to tell her?"

"No!" he cried in agitation. "God, she's totally HOT!" He got even more flustered after realizing what he's said. He blurted out, "Don't tell her anything! Please? Promise? It's not like that!" He started sweating profusely, as if he was being tortured under interrogation.

Suzanne stroked his erection even more aggressively. "I won't tell her anything. Your secret is safe with me. Personally, I don't think there's anything wrong with incest, as long as it's between two loving and consenting adults. Don't you agree?"

"No comment." He was really sweating bullets now. He knew that his lust for Susan was as plain as day.

Suzanne decided to give him a break and not press too much about the incest. "Whatever. But you have to admit she looked hot."

"How do you even know what she was wearing? You didn't turn around."

"Because she I knew she was going to wear something scandalously sexy to help you cum. That's the kind of loving mother she is. But let's go back to the appointment. What do you think she was thinking while Akami was playing with her nipples? Don't you think she got really horny, between Akami doing that and the way she was eating your penis up with her eyes?"

"How the heck should I know what she was thinking?"

Suzanne grew more excited herself. "Don't you think, after watching Akami jack you off for so long, Susan would want to jack you off herself? Wouldn't you like her to do what I'm doing right now, wrap her soft hands around your prick and make you feel incredibly good? Don't you want to blow your load all over her face just like you've blown your load all over me?"

"Please don't ask me these questions! It's freaking me out!" He pleaded, "Aunt Suzy, I'm so on the edge! I don't just mean that I'm about to cum, although that's true too. I mean that my brain is just about to shut down from stimulation overload. I'm really freaking out!"

Suzanne realized she was pushing him too far too fast. She thought, What am I pushing him for, anyway? It's as clear as the sun rises in the east that he lusts after Susan as much as he lusts after me. I don't need to actually get a confession out of him to know that. As long as that's true, my plan to seduce the entire Plummer family is still very possible.

She let go of his turgid penis. "Oh. Well, I can understand that. Sorry for being kind of pushy. I'll tell you what. Why don't you just chill out and do some homework, and I'll come back another time. There are some things I still want to discuss with you."

Alan was relieved. He really did feel overstimulated. But at the same time he looked down at his erection and said, "Thanks. But, uh, before you go, you know, since you're so against chafing and everything, I'll just be honest. As soon as you go out that door, I'm going to masturbate like there's no tomorrow."

Suzanne gave him a put out look. "Let me guess: you'd rather I finish you off than do it yourself."

Alan nodded shyly, wondering if he'd pushed his luck.

Suzanne could have teased him about it, but she decided it was better to build up his sexual confidence. So she said, "Uh-oh. You got me. Looks like you've already discovered I can't turn down a chance to play with your cock." She leaned in an resumed stroking and blowing on it with every breath.

She knew he was already pretty close to cumming. As she stroked, she said in a dispassionate voice, "Since you've got me here, bare breasted and on my knees, with my hands full of cock, now's as good a time as any for that serious discussion I wanted to have with your later."

Alan groaned. "Oh, Aunt Suzy. Can't it wait?"

"No. I want you to remember, your mother may be a sexy woman. She may even be having horny thoughts about you, though she probably doesn't know or understand them herself. I'll bet when she was in that bathroom in the doctor's office, fingering herself, she was thinking about you. She even hinted as much to me. She kept talking about her 'unnatural, disturbing fantasies.' She was dreaming of you in there, I know it! She was fantasizing holding your rod, and doing to it just what Akami was doing to it, and what I'm doing right now!"

Alan found himself at the edge of another climax, from her words alone. He sat up and strained to hold out a little longer.

But then Suzanne brought him down by adding, "But she's your mother, you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," said Alan dejectedly, he sat back in his chair.

"Sexual contact between you and her is wrong. That's what I'm for. If you ever get horny thoughts about your mother, your sexy little sister, or anyone else, come to me, and I'll make sure to keep you satisfied. Very satisfied. Sweetie, the way your cum tastes, you won't have any trouble getting me to help you again, believe you me. Show some willpower, and don't let your mother give you anything more than a handjob or blowjob, no matter how much she wants to do more. And don't touch her sexually first, EVER! Let her steer. Is that clear?"

"Uh, yeah." After a pause, the full realization of what she said sunk in. "Blowjob?!" he exclaimed out loud. No one's ever given me a blowjob! It's like Suzanne is saying, "Fuck your mother, but not on alternate Wednesdays!" Could my mom actually have sexual thoughts about me, or be willing to help out with a blowjob or handjob or something like that? No frigging way!

Suzanne was getting nearly as excited about Alan and Susan playing with each other as Alan was. She quietly came without him even knowing. She was very surprised about it as she'd never cum just from giving a handjob.

She recovered quickly and realized Alan was going to blow at any second. She brought her face close to the tip of his penis again and said, "Let's not make another mess. Aim for my mouth!"

He let out a great roar and shot at her face from only about a foot away. As the squirts kept firing, he pulled in closer and closer.

She drank the jism that hit her square in the mouth. She was tempted to pull him in between her lips so he could shoot straight down her throat, but she still wanted to save that experience for another time. The rest of his load ended on her cheeks and chin.

Suzanne now had the better part of two of his big loads dripping down her face and chest. She was drenched in cum, and loved it. Mostly she loved the taste, and wanted more. The idea of giving Alan a blowjob practically made her salivate in anticipation.

Alan flopped back in his chair like he'd melted into it. "Ugh. ... Good God. ... So good. ... Man, that was something!" He sank deeper in his chair as he panted. He'd never felt so completely satisfied and happy in his entire life.

Suzanne relaxed. "We all have to do our part to help you with your ailment, don't we? Your mom is going to have to help out in a hands-on way too, though she doesn't realize it yet. If you don't know what a blowjob is like, don't worry, I think I can arrange a practical demonstration very soon."

These ideas were too much for Alan. He didn't know what to think of what she was saying. It was fantastical enough to imagine Susan might want to touch him sexually, but it seemed even more improbable that Suzanne would actually encourage such a thing. He'd never heard of women who were into sharing.

There was sweat and cum all over the place, especially all over Suzanne, and they both looked as completely drained as they really were. The intoxicating smell of Suzanne's perfume was now overpowered by the sweaty smell of sex, from both Alan and Suzanne's copious cum.

Suzanne brought a hand up to her face and felt the cum there. "It's almost a shame that'll have to wash this off. But as for now, why don't we get cleaned up a bit? Then you can get some rest, since you have a big day tomorrow."

"I do?" Alan couldn't think of what it could be.

"You do. After all, I have some new things to teach you and your penis. Doctor's orders," she said as she winked at him. She opened her mouth to the shape of an "O" and bobbed her head forwards and backwards, pretending she was sucking him off.

Alan still couldn't get a rise from his overtaxed penis, but his imagination went into overdrive. His eyes bugged out.

"This is about preventing chafing after all, isn't it?" she joked.

CHAPTER 5

By the time Suzanne left Alan's room it was about ten o'clock.

Alan thought the excitement of his day was over, but his sister had other ideas.

Katherine had put her ear to the door and listened to what Suzanne had been doing with Alan. She'd had to stop when Susan came up the stairs to go into Alan's room, but what she had heard made her very horny and excited. Actually, since her room was almost directly across the hallway from Alan's, she'd been paying a lot of attention to what was going on in his room lately. The walls were fairly soundproofed, but if one put an ear to Alan's door, one could just barely follow the conversations and hear other noises.

Katherine could tell how much fun Suzanne was having helping Alan, and wanted to have some more fun herself. I'll just tease him a little bit, she thought. She turned on her stereo loudly, kept her door open a crack, and hoped he soon would come by.

Alan took a shower just to get back in touch with reality a bit. Then he went back to his room and tried to read but he was still too excited to concentrate much. Finally, he decided it was time to go to bed. He got up to brush his teeth and get ready for bed.

He heard surprisingly loud music coming from Katherine's room and fell into her trap.

Alan stopped and said through her door, "Hey Sis, what's with all the noise? I'm about to go to bed, so could you keep it down?"

"Bed? It's not that late," she replied back through the door. "Isn't it still before eleven?"

"I know, but I always feel tired. Remember this treatment of mine is all about my tiredness?"

"I can't hear you, Big Brother. The music. Can you come in?"

So Alan opened the door and walked in. He was greeted by the sight of his sister in her cheerleader outfit, practicing her cheerleading routine to the beat of "Get on the Good Foot," a funky song by James Brown. He thought, Holy Cow, more sexiness! If I hadn't gotten refreshed from that shower, I think I'd just pass out trying to wrap my head around so much sexiness in one house.

He pulled up a chair and sat down not far from the door, and asked, "Sis, what are you doing practicing your routines at ten o'clock at night? Isn't that kind of unusual?"

She spoke as she continued to dance, "Have you noticed how hot the weather is lately? And we must be the richest people in town to not have an air conditioner. So it's cooler to do it later in the evening. Even now I'm burning up with sweat. But hey, since you're here, could you do me a favor?"

"Sure. Shoot."

"Can you watch my routine and give me some feedback?"

"That's all? Sure. ... What do I have to look for? You've never asked me to do this before so I don't know what you need. In fact, if I remember you didn't even want me to go to the games when you were cheering."

"That was then, this is now. Since mom's trying to shake off her fuddy duddy ways, I am too."

"Cool. So what do I do?"

"Just look for mistakes. If you don't notice it, then it isn't much of a mistake. And watch for general demeanor, rhythm, and enthusiasm."

"Okay. Sounds easy."

So Alan sat and watched his sister do her routines. She put her all into it and tried to show herself off as sexily as she possibly could. Once she got going, she was disappointed that she didn't have the courage to take her bra and panties off before luring him in.

But shortly after she started, Susan stopped by, knocked on the door, and said through it, "Angel, please turn that racket down. I'm going to go to bed now." Susan's bedroom was just down the hall.

But Katherine wouldn't be stopped so easily. She got Alan to relocate with her to the basement, where she could continue dancing to the music without bothering her mother.

"This is actually a better place to practice in," she said as she plugged in a ghetto blaster. "More room to move around. But it's so stuffy in here. So hot. Do you mind if I get down to just wearing my underwear?"

Alan noticed it was more hot and stuffy. The walls were made of thick concrete which meant that when they heated up during the day, they took a long time to cool down at night. "Um, okay," he said uncertainly. "But do you think it's really... I mean... Do you think Mom..." He was having a hard time expressing his concern directly, which was, Is this an appropriate activity between siblings?

But Katherine got the gist and said, "Alan, if you're thinking something isn't appropriate about this, remember that I'm supposed to help you get aroused, right? So no problem. I made the suggestion partly so I could do my share with the 'sexing things up' plan. I'm sure this doesn't compare to the stuff Suzanne has shown you lately, and anyways it's just the same as wearing a bikini." She paused, and frowned. "You don't want my help?"

"No, that's not it. I totally appreciate your help. I was just asking what Mom would think about it, is all."

"Don't worry about that. Mom and Aunt Suzy sat me down and filled me in on the whole sexing things up plan. I'm supposed to help with the visual stimulation part."

That sounded harmless enough, so Alan sat back to watch. While his penis was down for the count for a while, he was eager to see more how she really looked like. He'd never even seen her in a true bikini before, since she always dressed so conservatively.

Katherine started doing her routines again. But she danced around even sexier now, and really put on a show for her brother. It wasn't just that she was only dancing in her underwear, she put true passion into it. She stood mere feet from him, and constantly stared into his eyes.

Alan thought, Shit, it's like a strip show with pom-poms! She's really good, too. She moves so gracefully. No wonder she got on the varsity squad.

Dancing in her undies was as far as Katherine thought she might go. But she got so worked up showing herself off for her brother that she didn't want to stop there. She decided she wanted to get completely naked or have Alan take off some of his clothes. What she wanted most of all was to bring Alan to an orgasm one way or another. But she was too shy to move things any further. Then an idea occurred to her.

She announced her practice was done, and got some feedback from Alan.

He was polite and gave her some nice compliments. He then made to go. however, he noticed that she was staying, and didn't even turn the music off. "Hey Little Sis, aren't you going to bed now?" he asked as he headed towards the stairs.

"No, I'm not done, Big Bro. I've still got some routines to do that I'm too shy to do in front of you. They're kind of extra sexy."

"Oh. Okay. Good night. And a great job dancing. You're really good."

"Thanks!"

He walked up the stairs.

But on his way out, he realized that the stairs were completely dark and they were the perfect place to spy on his sister.

He didn't realize that she was trying to get him to spy on her, and once again he fell into her trap. Curiosity naturally got the best of him, and he decided to stay at the top of the stairs for another minute, explaining to himself, I have to see what routines are so sexy that she couldn't even show them to me. I thought the ones she just did were as sexy as it could possibly get. I know all the routines the cheerleading squad does in public, so what else is there?

Katherine was extremely nervous. Alan was barely out of the room when she said out loud, "God, it's so hot!" and took off her bra. I can't believe I'm doing this! What's gotten into me? This isn't right. But even as she thought these things, her hands pulled down her panties as if her hands were controlled by someone else.

Then she began doing her cheerleading routine completely nude.

Alan still lingered at the top of the stairs, looking down from the darkness. He was worried she might see him, so he bent down and kept his head just barely peering over a railing. He figured that if she did look his way he could duck down and get out of the area completely within seconds.

He got involved watching her. There really were no extra sexy routines, as she'd done them all for him earlier. But the fact that his sister was naked made him forget all about judging how sexy the moves were. All her moves were all beyond arousing, now.

Katherine did her naked routines facing away from the stairs, hoping that she wouldn't scare him off, if he was in fact there at all. She was dying to know if he was watching, but had no way of knowing.

God, I feel like a total idiot, she thought. No way would I do this if I didn't think he was watching - my boobs bounce around far too much.

But why do I want him to watch? If he's watching me, won't he think I'm some kind of slut? I'm totally ruining my reputation. What the hell? Am I crazy? My God - what if he tells his friends about this? No, he would never do that. But I feel so hot, just thinking that he might be watching me and getting turned on looking at me. Maybe he's even masturbating on the stairs, as he looks down at me. That would be pretty cool!

Katherine's thoughts were spot on, because after a few minutes of watching his sweaty and naked sister gyrate lewdly with her pom-poms, Alan unzipped his shorts and began stroking his meat.

I shouldn't be doing this looking at my sister, he thought guiltily. But how on Earth can I pass up this opportunity? I know: what if I just pretend she's someone else? I mostly can't see her face since her back is turned. What if I pretend she's one of the other cheerleaders, like Amy?

But it was the fact that it was his sister and not some other cheerleader that gave his feelings a special intensity, and on some deeper level he realized that. His effort to pretend she was someone else was a flop. Nevertheless, he couldn't stop watching, even though he knew he should stop.

As she got over the shock of being naked, she started to do her routines more enthusiastically. Knowing where Alan had to be if he was watching, she made her moves conscious of what she'd be showing in that direction. In particular, she focused on routines where she could bend way over and show him her butt, or spread her legs. She did the splits frequently, from front and back. And just about every routine had her jumping around, her tits bouncing wildly. In fact, they bounced around so much that she vowed this would be the first and last time she ever did her routines in the nude.

Soon Alan really had to cum, and didn't know what to do about it, as he didn't have his usual tissues or cloth to shoot into. He was desperate though to do something fast, and decided to go into his T-shirt as a last resort. But before he actually shot his wad, he heard his mother shouting. "Tiger? Angel? Where are you kids? Don't you want to go to bed?"

Alan immediately hopped up, stuffed his erect penis back into his shorts, and scurried back up the rest of the stairs to the ground floor, and then up more stairs to the second floor. Once he was closer to her room, he said to her, "I was just downstairs. Sis is down there too, but she'll be coming up shortly, I think."

Katherine didn't hear all of that, but she could also hear what Susan was shouting. From that she knew that Alan wasn't in his room, or even upstairs at all. My God! He was down here, watching me! He had to have been! No way!

She fell to the floor and began furiously fingering her pussy. This is so wrong. So very wrong. ... God is going to punish me for this...

CHAPTER 6†(Thursday, Oct. 10)

The next morning, Suzanne thought, It's time for a serious talk with Susan. She's been falling back into her prudish ways as a way to deal with her unfamiliar urges. I'll soothe her feelings about all these changes, and push her further into incest at the same time, heh-heh.

She looked at her best friend dressed only in black spandex exercise clothes. The two of them were finishing off their morning exercises, which they did almost every day in the basement of Susan's house (the same room where Katherine did her naked cheerleader routine the night before). There was practically enough exercise equipment there to fill a professional gym.

With a lot of free time on their hands, Susan and Suzanne worked diligently to keep their bodies in peak condition. And they worked out in private because they were tired of all the gawking (from both men and women) at their perfect bodies whenever one or both of them went to a public gym.

Suzanne was as surprised as everyone else at the changes that Susan was undergoing, and pinched herself in glee. Susan always had a certain uptight vibe to her, but lately she'd seemed very carefree and happy. True, Susan was all over the place with her feelings, one moment lost in an obvious sexual fantasy and the next going on about sin and the fires of Hell. But overall, now that Suzanne was convinced that Susan had incestuous feelings for her son, she was surprised that Susan wasn't more visibly wracked with guilt and torn by indecision.

She must be deceiving herself, Suzanne finally decided. She's experiencing all the joy of sexual liberation and fantasy but hasn't actually given any serious thought to potential real life consequences. Maybe that's because she doesn't fully admit that she has feelings for Alan or that he has feelings for her. She's going to be in for a real surprise soon when she has to fully admit her feelings and motives.

Suzanne found herself torn about the idea of Susan and Alan getting physical together. On the one hand, she wanted Alan all to herself. Divorcing her husband and marrying Alan instead was a constant fantasy of hers, even as she realized the odds of Alan marrying a woman twenty one years older than him were slim. But on the other hand, she was also very turned on by the idea of Susan getting it on with her son. And she felt she was doing Susan a big favor by sexually liberating her.

Suzanne looked at her friend on the adjacent exercise machine, stretching her legs out and then pulling them close to her chest, over and over again. It was a piston-like movement, just like fucking.

Susan's like me, she just doesn't know it. She can deny it and push away all of the countless guys who try to get in her pants, but that doesn't erase the fact that her body is built for one thing. Fucking. Just like mine. At least I recognize it, and don't limit myself to that tiny prick my husband's got. Of course she's always covered up like a Saudi woman in a burka because the number of suitors after her would stretch down the street and she doesn't want their attention. Such a waste of a body like that.

It's too bad she got married barely out of high school and never had any chance to play the field. But it's not too late for her. We may just end up best friends AND lovers. Wouldn't that be sweet? And sharing Alan between us? I just have to play my cards right.

Actually, I'm not sure if I really have to do much pushing at all, now the wheels are in motion. Angel, for instance, seems to be progressing fine without my meddling. This six times a day scheme is such a powerful setup. Susan and Angel can do all kinds of incestuous things with Sweetie and still convince themselves that it's all for the good of his treatment. Hopefully it's just a matter of time before the two of them knuckle under. Even more hopefully, my own knuckles will be involved, heh-heh! No father at home, everyone walking around nearly naked, no other sexual outlets... They're both ripe fruits ready for the picking.

And speaking of fruits, they're both so sexually repressed that the taste of forbidden fruit is all the sweeter for them. It's irresistible. He's a good kid who normally wouldn't think any nasty thoughts at all. But when a beautiful - no, make that gorgeous -† woman throws herself at you, what boy his age would resist that? Nobody. And if several throw themselves at you, there's no way can he say no. The fact is, rich people like us fuck whomever we want. I just have to push things a bit here and there to make sure it happens. The Plummer family orgy! Yes!

The only problem was, Suzanne felt bad lying to Susan and keeping her real intentions hidden. Suzanne tried not to think about it, but the guilt really bothered her. She was a natural schemer, but over the years she'd come to trust Susan with everything. It was like Susan was the conscience Suzanne sometimes lacked.

But now she was essentially cheating on her own conscience. She tried to tell herself that she was doing it for Susan's own good, but the fact was she knew deep down that she'd do it even if Susan didn't benefit, just to get Alan. As long as she didn't out and out hurt her friends, she would be relentless in her pursuit to win him. Her life was boring and in a rut with no end in sight until she fell in love with him, and now all her future hopes depended on him.

Suzanne spoke aloud, "Susan! I'm all done here. Are you?"

"Yeah. That was really invigorating." Both of them wiped sweat off themselves with towels, and began stretch down exercises.

"Susan, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure, shoot."

"Have you masturbated since the appointment with Akami?"

"Hey! That's a VERY personal question!" Susan suddenly stopped her stretching. "And by the way, the answer is no!"

"I think you have," Suzanne said boldly. "It's no big deal. I've already proved to you that female masturbation is no sin. We all do it. Its just some people are willing to admit it, and some can't." Suzanne was nearly certain of the answer based on her snooping and hearing all the telltale sounds coming from Susan's bedroom on more than one occasion.

Susan thought about the fact that she'd never masturbated until the day before yesterday, during the doctor's appointment with Akami. She was so sheltered that she was almost an adult when she first learned women could even do that sort of thing. Since the time with Akami she'd been making up for lost time, masturbating five times since then. She'd even masturbated herself to sleep. The only thing was that she called it taking a breast exam and she restricted herself to touching her breasts and not her pussy. But her nipples were so sensitive and her thoughts and fantasies about Alan were so arousing that she was able to climax each time just the same.

She'd managed to swear off any masturbation so far since waking up that morning, but even while she was exercising she'd already been thinking that another "breast exam" might be in order very soon.

Susan realized the breast exam distinction would never fly with Suzanne. For one thing, Suzanne would ask why Susan needed to perform a monthly exam four times in a single day. So, with her head hung down, she admitted, "Well, okay, so what if I do? Though I'll have you know I only touch my breasts and not any further down. But what business is it of yours, anyway? It's a very private and personal thing!"

"I'm just curious what you've been thinking about lately when you're masturbating, that's all."

"SuzaaaaAAAAaanne! No WAY! That's way too personal!" She blushed profusely and closed her eyes in shame as she recalled some of her recent sinful thoughts involving Alan.

Last night was the worst. After I saw Alan sitting naked in his room with Suzanne right there on her knees in front of him, I nearly lost my mind! I wanted that to be me so badly. "Look, Son. Look at Mommy's titties. They're just as nice as Aunt Suzy's, and just as big too. You want to play with them? Why don't you play with them while Mommy holds your erection? Oh yeah! Mommy likes to hold this meaty rod so very much. Will you let Mommy stroke it for you? If you let Mommy stroke it, you can play with her boobies any time you like. Squeeze the nipples just a little more, Tiger! Oh yes! Mommy's stroking faster and faster!"

Uh-oh. I'm doing it again. My head is filled with nothing but these filthy thoughts! I hope it wasn't obvious I was spacing out there.

It was obvious; Suzanne saw Susan's eyes glaze over. But she was diplomatic enough not to mention anything.

Both of them moved to sit down and drink some water left out on a nearby counter.

"I'm sorry for asking," Suzanne said contritely. "It's just that... I'm sure these last couple of weeks have been very trying for you, ever since Alan began his treatment. After hearing about what happened at the appointment with Akami, it sounds like you were put in a very difficult position."

Susan turned a deeper shade of red. She had no way to respond to that. The use of the phrase "difficult position" made her think of her position on the floor of the medical office bathroom frigging herself, and only increased her shame. She felt like she would die of embarrassment.

"Don't worry," Suzanne pressed on, "I think you've been performing brilliantly in a very difficult situation. Normally, no mother ever gets put in the kind of situation that you've been forced into. I mean, I know you would NEVER want to do anything incestuous with your son."

"Never!" said Susan, with a wild desperation in her voice.

"I know, I know. Relax. You're just helping him with his medical problem. That's all."

Susan seemed overcome with emotion and needed to compose herself.

Suzanne had some errands to run anyway, so they agreed to meet later by the backyard pool and continue their conversation then.

CHAPTER 7

Susan and Suzanne got back together a couple of hours later. They lay on lawn chairs by the pool in the early afternoon. Susan wore a brand new two-piece bikini, a new gift from Suzanne. It was the first true bikini she'd owned. It had a relatively conservative cut, almost like a sports bra, but it was a drastic change from her older one-piece suit that seemed intentionally designed to hide all of her charms.

Suzanne also had a bikini, but she only put the bottoms on.

Susan was duly shocked about that, but Suzanne managed to convince her into thinking it wasn't a big deal. She explained, "Look, Alan needs to cum six times a day, every single day. Who knows how many weeks or months it'll take before he gets better. His treatment may well go on indefinitely. I'm going to have to get very used to being naked and especially topless around him on a daily basis. So I need to get accustomed to it myself first."

After Susan got over that initial shock, Suzanne slid her bikini bottom down as far as decency would allow, right up to the edge of her bush.

Suzanne in particular covered her alabaster skin with the strongest suntan lotion she could find. She wasn't interested in getting a tan - she only wanted to talk to Susan while they were both nearly naked.

Eventually Suzanne got around again to the earlier conversation. "Like I was saying downstairs, you've been doing well, considering everything. But still, you're forced to cope with his penis. Thinking about it, being close to it, even touching it. That can be very trying."

"Yes," said Susan, now in a drained tone. "So very trying. You understand just how I feel."

"We've established that it's not a sin for you to give him a handjob, in fact, you'd be helping to save him from sin. I'll do what I can, but I can't be there to help even close to six times a day. In fact, you said that Akami specified that YOU are the one who'll have to perform the abnormality checks. But you have trouble accepting that helping him out would not be wrong. So how do you expect to do the checks?"

Susan thought about that for some moments. Then she asked, "Tell me, is your vision really that bad? I still haven't seen you wear reading glasses."

"We went over this yesterday." Suzanne lied, "My vision is good enough for most things, but it's not twenty-twenty. Polyps and abrasions on his penis can be very small. They can start out no bigger than a pimple. I might do an okay job, but you'll do an excellent job. Don't you want what's best for your son? What if I miss something that you would have caught? Would you ever forgive yourself for that?"

"No, I guess not," Susan conceded glumly.

Suzanne continued, "So here's what I recommend. You have to make a mental separation between Alan and his penis. Think of the penis in the abstract. It could be anyone's penis. Your husband's penis, for instance. Think about the penis as a purely physical thing, as a medical thing. The fact that it's attached to Alan is just a side issue. Just like your teeth have to be brushed every day, Alan's penis is something that needs to reach orgasm every day, six times every single day. If no one else can help, then it's the duty of people like you and me to massage it or suck it so it can achieve release, and Alan can be fully healthy."

"Are you saying... I should put my mouth on my son's ... private organ?" Susan had a dazed look on her face, still too prim to even use the word "penis." She even managed to avoid saying the word "suck."

"That's your problem! Don't think of it as your son's penis. Just think of it as a penis in the abstract. Put a different face to it. Put your husband's face to it, if that helps."

"But sucking on it! That's so improper!"

"Well, you don't have to if you don't want to. It all depends on how much you're willing to help him. You could limit yourself to the abnormality checks once a week, if that's all you can manage. But in any case, draw a mental line between helping your son and incest. They're completely different. Incest is having intercourse. That's a totally different thing. As long as you don't get emotionally or even romantically tied up in it, there's no harm in just providing some relief for him. Even nurse Akami said so. Think of when you go to a professional masseuse. You have a strange person put their hands all over you, and touch you in sexual places, like the ass. But that's okay, because it's not done in the spirit of sexuality. It's done for the purpose of getting the muscles to relax. If Alan gave you a massage and ran his hands all over your naked breasts and ass, would that be incest?"

"No?" Susan answered uncertainly. She was in danger of slipping into a daydream as she thought how wonderful such a massage could be.

"No!" Suzanne said with conviction. "Of course not. It's only a massage. Remember, incest is just intercourse."

"Incest is just intercourse..." Susan repeated in a daze, like someone being brainwashed.

"So that's how I think of it, anyway," continued Suzanne. "You know that I'm also very close to Alan. He's like family to me, too. Since he's not your natural son, how different are our situations, really? But I've decided that I would be remiss as his friend if I don't give him a handjob or blowjob whenever he needs one. You know that yesterday I gave him a handjob. And starting today, I'm going to give him a blowjob, if I can have your permission."

"A blowjob?! But why? Isn't a handjob enough? Is there no end to the depravity?"

Suzanne sat up and looked at her with a cocked eyebrow. She often gave that look to express impatience with people.

Thanks to Suzanne's movement, Susan added, "And could you please put your top back on? It's distracting!"

Suzanne let out a disappointed sigh. "Susan, first of all, I explained to you why I need to go topless. I have to get into practice being naked. But please, let's not hear things like 'Is there no end to the depravity.' How many times do I have to explain that what we're doing is not immoral?"

Susan complained, "A blowjob in and of itself is immoral. In our church back in Kansas, the preacher told us that the only allowable sexual position is missionary position. Ron tried to make me do the doggy-back position, but I put my foot down. And oral sex wasn't even up for discussion. No siree!" She firmly shook her head no.

"Susan, you're having some kind of bad prudish flashback. Those days are over, okay? And by the way, it's doggy-style. Alan has a serious medical problem and you're still living in the last century. If you're too stubborn and repressed to change your ways on oral sex, that's your problem. But are you saying I shouldn't either? Are you saying I should just let him suffer until he develops some abnormality on his penis from all the self-abuse? Or gives up with the treatment? You heard what the doctor said he needs. He still has no girlfriend - I have to help him out! You should too."

Susan was petulant. "I don't see what the difference is. If you have to use your hands, then so be it. But why the mouth? That's so much more vulgar."

"Six times a day is just so often, Susan. With nothing but hands, hands, hands, his penis is going to suffer chafing and all kinds of problems. Variety is what's needed. And he'll get bored. It's like having vanilla ice cream six times a day. Anyone would get bored with that before long. I'll probably do other things too, just to help with the variety."

"Like what?"

"Probably a titfuck. That's where you repeatedly slide the big erection between your breasts. You put some lotion or oil there first and it's even less chafing than using the mouth."

"I don't know. That just seems so..."

"Improper. I know. But desperate times require desperate measures. Would you throw yourself in front of a train to save your son's life?"

"You know I would!"

"So you'd do that, but you wouldn't let me put his penis in my mouth to help him out? Susan, your mind is all in a muddle. You need to see the forest for the trees here."

Susan just sat quietly, taking all of it in.

So Suzanne continued, "That's why I was asking you what you masturbate about. It's not so much the deed as the context. It's okay to have a little fun, get a little pleasure from helping him out even, as long as one keeps things in perspective. Why not? It sounds like the nurse was enjoying herself. But if you or I start thinking about Alan in a romantic way, then that's what's unhealthy. Then people can lose control and cross boundaries that shouldn't be crossed. For instance, kissing is a romantic thing. There's no need for that in helping him with his problem. When you fantasize about him, do you think about him in romantic terms?"

"No. Of course not." Only after she said this did she realize what she was admitting to fantasizing about in the process.

"See? So what's the problem? It's just a penis, another part of the body like an elbow or forehead. Just think of it as a penis in the abstract. There's no sin, there's no harm, and if you have a little fun in the process, that's all the better. This is just a temporary thing, as long as the nurse says it's necessary. Probably, a year from now we'll be looking back on this and laughing with fond memory."

"I guess. ... I still have a lot of reservations about this, but ultimately I trust you more than I even trust myself. If you think it's really necessary for Alan to have these blowjobs, then I give you permission to do them. But please don't expect me to do them. Is that clear? I can't imagine anything more repugnant then to put one of those things in my mouth. Ugh!"

"Okay, fine. And thank you. But you will still help with the abnormality check, won't you?"

Susan frowned. The problem was, she wanted to do the abnormality check far too much. Even the idea of a blowjob seemed a lot more intriguing to her than she was letting on. She feared she could fall down a slippery slope.

She finally said, "Why don't we play that one by ear? Since the appointment was on Tuesday, that means a check won't be needed until Tuesday again. Maybe some other solution will present itself by then. What if we paid nurse Akami to do it, for instance? That would just mean he sees her every week instead of every two weeks. What's wrong with that?"

"There are some different possibilities and that is one," Suzanne said noncommittally. "But right now I'm feeling tired. I think I'm going to take a nap."

Suzanne pretended to sleep as a way to cut off the conversation, now that she'd accomplished what she wanted. She considered Susan jacking Alan off a vital part of her overall scheme. Suzanne would have to anticipate alternatives, like paying Akami to do it, and figure out reasons for them not to work. Susan would be forced to do it when the date came for lack of anyone else able to do it. Then, once she got started, hopefully she'd fall down the slippery slope. That was the plan.

CHAPTER 8

Susan was left alone with her thoughts. She still couldn't really fathom what her friend had just told her. The fact that Suzanne said she was about to go off and play with Alan's penis hardly registered, compared to everything else. Lord, is this some kind of test? Give me strength, Lord. Please! Why is this happening to me? Why did this bizarre medical situation have to happen to our family? Why couldn't Alan just get the chicken pox or mumps or something like that?

Susan was lost in a reverie, contemplating "the penis in the abstract" when her thoughts were broken by the sound of another voice. "Wow, you two look really good."

Susan realized with a horrified start that it was Alan, standing just a few feet away from them.

She turned her head and looked up. "Alan? Tiger? What are you doing here? How long have you been standing there?" She'd lost all track of time and realized Alan must have just returned from school. She was mortified that he might have heard them talking about his penis.

"I just got here a second ago. Why, is there something private going on?"

Susan was relieved to hear that, but still shaken up. "Yes there is. Can't you see Suzanne is nude sunbathing?"

Alan looked over at Suzanne's breasts, as Suzanne lay "sleeping" face up. In fact, those exposed breasts were the main reason he'd come out to the pool in the first place, so he could get a closer look. He also wanted to see his mother's new bikini. But he felt bashful in the face of his mother's prudishness and didn't want to gawk. He turned away from Suzanne and said dumbly, "Yes, I can see that."

Suzanne came to the rescue, suddenly not so asleep after all. "Chill out Susan," she said as she opened her eyes. "I don't mind if you look, Sweetie. It's just going topless, for crying out loud. Millions go to public beaches like that every day. After all, we're trying to sex things up, right?"

"Right. Cool. So can I hang out here with you guys?"

"Sure. No problem, Sweetie."

Alan smiled nervously and sat down on an empty lawn chair.

Susan let the situation be. But she was far from comfortable about the propriety of it all. She was actually more worried about Alan looking at her in her not particularly revealing bathing suit than she was worried about him looking at her topless best friend.

Alan put on sunglasses and kicked back on his chair, staring at the two knockouts from behind his dark shades. He tried to act cool and casual, but really he was terribly nervous. However, the sunglasses gave him some confidence by hiding his eyes.

After a minute or so, he said, "Suzanne, it goes without saying that you look really good topless. But Mom, you also look stunning. Wow. I love your bikini."

Suddenly Susan felt much better. There were few things she loved more than compliments from her son.

She stared at the bulging crotch in Alan's swimsuit from behind the anonymity of her own sunglasses. Bursting at the seams was the perfect description, because that's exactly what it was doing. She couldn't tear her eyes away.

All the while, she said to herself, The penis in the abstract. The penis in the abstract. That is not Alan's penis. Penis in the abstract...

Then Alan took his T-shirt off and Susan felt butterflies in her stomach as she admired his increasingly impressive muscles.

Later in the afternoon Suzanne went back to Alan's room and gave him another handjob.

She more or less woke him up from his nap to give it, but Alan didn't mind, especially when she said "I hope you don't mind if I come and help you out every day around this time."

After the talk Suzanne had with Susan about blowjobs, Susan was on edge. All the while Suzanne was in Alan's room, Susan paced around in her room imagining big erections filling up small mouths.

She remained agitated and frazzled about it the rest of the afternoon, wondering what took place.

She didn't get a chance to be alone with Suzanne until after dinner. As the two of them sat down at the dining room table to play cards, Suzanne could see the anxiousness on Susan's face and immediately brought up the topic. "By the way, I wanted to say thanks for letting me help out with Alan."

Susan's eyes went wide. She was bursting with curiosity, but didn't want to appear that interested. she tried to act casual. "Um, yeah. No problem."

Knowing that Susan was too embarrassed to ask for more details, but dying to know more, Suzanne boldly told her what she wanted to hear. "By the way, I just gave him a handjob this time. I'm thinking I'll work up to a blowjob tonight."

Susan secretly was very relieved. She let out the mental equivalent of a happy sigh. She wondered, What's the big deal? Why should I care if it was a handjob or blowjob? They're not that different. There's really something wrong with me. It's almost like I want Alan to stuff his big member in MY mouth and I'm getting jealous that he'd do it to Suzanne instead. I wonder if it would even FIT my mouth. I mean, he's such an incredibly endowed young man.

As if reading Susan's mind, Suzanne said, "You know what really struck me when I was stroking Alan's big erection today? It's just sooo long and thick. I can't get over it. I think it's wider than my wrist. It's going to be a big challenge fitting that between my lips tonight, I'll tell you that much. It's funny holding my ivory hands next to his meaty pole. It makes my hands look so small."

Suzanne was trying to break Susan's sexual resistance by carrying on like this with as much sexual explicitness as she thought she could get away with. "It's funny; it's actually bigger than it looks. Just this afternoon, when I had two closed fists wrapped around it and I was double pumping him like mad, sliding up and down, up and down, over and over on his slippery shaft, I got to wondering how your hands would look on it compared to mine. For instance, would you be able to reach all the way around it, like I'm just barely able to do? But I remembered that your hands are exactly the same size as mine because aren't we the same size in everything? So you hands would fit around his stiff root just perfectly..."

Suzanne continued in this vein for the entire card game.

Actually, very little playing of any game took place since Susan was eager to raptly listen to every word Suzanne said. She never interrupted, but just absorbed it all in.

Suzanne hadn't even finished giving a detailed blow by blow of her most recent handjob when Susan stood up, flushed and trembling, and announced that she was very tired and needed to go to bed right away. It was only eight o'clock.

Susan immediately rushed back to her room. She decided another "breast exam" was in order.

As it so happened, Suzanne got called back to take care of things at her home and she didn't get a chance to give Alan a blowjob that evening. But she was confident that it was happen soon.

CHAPTER 9†(Friday, Oct. 11)

Friday at school, Alan was impatient and distracted, as was par for the course lately. All he could think about was the prospect of Suzanne giving him another handjob in the afternoon. He didn't realize she was planning something new, even though she'd dropped some not very subtle hints about it.

Suzanne too was equally impatient and excited at the prospect of being with him again. In fact, she was so eager she decided she couldn't even wait until he finished his afternoon nap. She lingered at the Plummer house most of the day, and as soon as she heard the sounds of him entering the house from the garage and heading towards his room, she lit off after him.

He'd barely closed the door and put down his backpack when she came bursting in.

"All right Alan, I'm hot, I'm horny, and I'm here to show you a good time. Are you ready for something new?" She was wearing some fancy clothes, the better to strip them off sexily in short order.

"Uh... yeah!" This sure beats the homework I'm working on! "What's uh... What gives?"

"Your mother and I have been discussing this some more, and she's agreed that I could give you blowjobs as well as handjobs. After all, the mouth is easier on your penis than a rough pair of hands." She joked, "You know, we can't let that chafing get the upper hand."

Trying to play it cool, he joked back, "I don't know, I think we can risk some more chafing."

"Don't play coy with me, buster. Sit on the bed and take off your pants right now or the train is gonna leave the station without you!"

Alan knew when to do what he was told. He plopped himself down on the bed and nervously fumbled at his shorts.

"Actually, I take that back. Let me do that for you." She unzipped his shorts.

His penis sprang out through the hole where the zipper had just been. He groaned.

"Ah, what do we have here, peeking out?" Suzanne knelt down between Alan's legs. "What's its name? Does it want to come out to play?"

She pulled his shorts off completely, and cradled his hardness in her hands.

"Oh wait! I almost forgot - you need visual stimulation. I'm under doctor's orders to provide it." Without getting off of her knees, she proceeded to take her clothes off, but in the most prolonged and seductive way she could think of. She undid her dress shirt and blouse but kept them on, then pushed them up and pulled her mammoth tits out from below.

She looked up at Alan and noticed that he was just beginning to stroke his dick. "Tut-tut," she chastised him as she wagged a finger. "Hold your horses until I'm naked and then I'll take care of that for you. Do you want to permanently damage your penis or what? I can just see your epitaph: Alan Evan Plummer, the first teenager to be chafed to death."

Alan laughed, but with great nervousness and anticipation. He wasn't nearly as cool as he was trying to be around Suzanne.

She pulled her skirt up and bunched it around her waist.

Because she was unencumbered by any panties or bra, he could see her pussy quite clearly from just a couple of feet away. In fact, it was the first time he had a clear view of her entire pelvic region.

She whispered to him in a husky voice, "My tits are just aching to get out of these heavy clothes. And my pussy. It makes me so hot when I show it to you. I just want to get all naked for you! Do you mind if I show you my naked body?"

She closed her eyes and turned her head so Alan wouldn't feel shy to give her a good look (not that he really needed the encouragement).

Ever so slowly, she took her clothes all the way off, until finally she was left wearing nothing more than her high heeled shoes. She knew how sexy high heeled shoes could make the muscles of the legs appear, and she resolved to keep them on whenever possible if Alan was around.

For really the first time, Alan saw Suzanne completely in the buff, although she'd been very close a couple of times in recent days.

She luxuriated in his attention, preening, posing, and flaunting her body. She could really ham it up sometimes. She said to him, "Let me give you some sexual instruction while we're at it. As the man, your goal is to make your woman wet."

She reached into her pussy and worked her fingers deep inside for what seemed like several minutes. Finally, she pulled out a long sticky string of her own juices. "Look, Sweetie. You've already got me worked up. So now let's work on you." She sat back down and grabbed his very erect penis with both hands.

"We need to protect your delicate penis," she suggested. "I don't want your rough, manly hands all over it. You need the soft, feminine touch. Whenever you feel stiff, you just come running to me, okay Sweetie? When you need to cum, I want to see that cum end up on my skin. Is that clear?"

Alan was beyond coherence, and just nodded.

"Have I told you about the story of Onan and the importance of not letting your seed spill on the ground?"

He shook his head no.

"Well, that'll have to wait for another time. I'm too worked up." She began kneading his penis with her delicate fingers. "In fact, I'm actually sweating already. Do you like my sweaty smell? That's how I smell after a good fuck. Sweat is sexy."

She tried to keep her cool, and keep him from blowing his load too fast. But she was so excited that she was losing control. She couldn't help but frantically rub his penis now that she'd cradled it in her hands.

He already was in danger of blowing his load after only a minute or two, before she could even put it in her mouth.

"Enough of that," she said, taking her hands away.

She waited a few more minutes until they both calmed down a bit. She tried not to say or do anything sexy so he could calm down enough not to blow his load right away, but the mere fact she was buck naked except for high heels kept him rock hard and close to the edge. Plus, she was such a naturally sexy person, her every movement seemingly designed to tease and arouse, that she couldn't turn that off.

Finally, she couldn't wait anymore, and said, "Finally. I think it's time. I want to show you something even better than jacking off. This is a blowjob."

She placed her mouth delicately at the tip of his penis. At first she didn't even lick it. She just held it there.

Alan tightened up and held on. He knew he was liable to shoot his seed at any moment but struggled hard because he didn't want to disappoint her. Luckily, since she merely held it at her mouth, he slowly calmed down and got used to her lips on his penis head.

Then her tongue came out to join in the fun. She began licking the tip, going around and around. Slowly, steadily, she began encompassing more and more of it. Finally, she thrust it in her mouth all the way.

She already was an expert cocksucker from her previous experiences with men. She was also very excited and her enthusiasm made her cocksucking that much better. It wasn't long before she began to go deep. She began bobbing her head in and out, taking him to her tonsils and then pulling way back until it was almost all the way out of her mouth.

Alan grasped the arms of his chair until he thought he'd break them off. He couldn't hold out long in the face of this new experience and deep probing. "I'm going to cum!" he shouted, and he did.

She took it all in, and drank him all up to the very last drop. Then he collapsed and she fell to the floor.

A couple of minutes later when Suzanne had picked herself up and somewhat composed herself, she said, "Thanks for the warning. That tells me right away that you're considerate - the mark of a good lover. But remember that a lot of women, especially inexperienced ones your age, don't like to take it in the mouth. So it's always good to give warning. I happen to be an experienced cocksucker, so I can take it any way you want it. It also so happens that I love the taste of your cum. So fill up my mouth any time. When you see me, feel free to unzip your shorts, pull out that monster between your legs, and shove it in my mouth."

"Really?! You're not just saying that?"

"Well, just about. Sweetie, your cum is so sweet. I'm kicking myself for washing two big loads off my face the other day. I could easily live on this stuff! You should try some yourself."

"Ewww! Don't be gross!"

"Hey, don't knock it until you try it," Suzanne said with a very happy grin on her face.

"What if I try it like this?" Alan put his hands on her shoulders and leaned in to kiss her on the lips.

He thought he was being daring and sexy, but she pushed him away. "Whoa, Betsy! What do you think you're doing?"

That really surprised him. What confidence he'd been gaining suddenly crumbled. "I'm confused. I thought that you liked me! You're making me so aroused, how could I not kiss you?"

"I do like you! Very much. Too much. You're making me do crazy things. But remember what I said last night? We have to have boundaries or your mother will get upset. Remember that this is for your medical benefit. Don't start getting lovey-dovey on me. Remember Christine. Don't tell me you love me more than Christine, do you?"

Suzanne was playing up the setting of limits because she suspected that Susan might be outside the door listening. She felt bad about lying to him on some things, but she was sure that he would greatly benefit from the approach she was taking in the not too distant future.

"It's over with Christine," Alan said sadly. "But anyways, my feelings for you are different. You're my... Suzanne." He caught himself at the last minute from saying Aunt Suzy. He figured that would sound too weird in the current circumstances. "You have a special place in my heart."

"And you do in mine, my special Sweetie. You always know just what to say to please a lady. You're such a very special young man. But your feelings for me are different than they have been for Christine, aren't they? And your feelings for your mother are different again, right?"

"Right."

"Think of me as a really good friend now, who also just happens to jack you off and suck your cock a lot. Would you like it if I help you like that?"

Another obvious question. "Hell yeah!"

"Goody! I'm so happy that you'll have me as your special cocksucker! Would you like it if your mother also was a really good friend who just happens to have a habit of keeping your cock in her hands every day? And mouth, now that I think about it. Hell, probably a lot of both."

Alan feared what was a trick question. He also was worried about admitting his incestuous urges.

She leaned forward and whispered, "The correct answer is yes."

He finally nodded.

She was disappointed because Susan wouldn't know his answer if she was indeed listening. But she pressed on. "So would you like to have two naked and busty mothers constantly blowing you and fondling you?"

"Yeah. Hell yeah!"

She smiled. "Okay. But you have to follow certain rules or things will get out of hand. After all, Susan is your mother and both of us are married. It just won't do if you're pounding our pussies full of that sweet sperm of yours every night. So remember the golden rule: look but don't touch, unless I say so. Do you think you can handle that? Do you like looking at me?"

Alan was still absorbing everything she'd said, especially the part about pounding pussies. It was like he'd been hit by a truck. He was so bowled over that he missed her change from yesterday about never touching her to touching her if she said it was okay.

She got up and stood right above him. She thrust her chest out and asked, "Is there anything you see that you like looking at?"

Alan was incredulous. Did she really just call herself my "special cocksucker"?! Holy fucking bloody hell! And now she's asking me if she's attractive?!

"Suzanne, are you deranged? Every square inch of you is perfection! Jesus H. Christ! I know I'm never going to see a sexier woman in my whole life!"

"Awww, you're so sweet. But I'm getting all old and flabby." She put her hands behind her head and struck another sexy pose, while she fished for more compliments.

"Suzanne, if you're old and flabby, then I'm... I don't know what I am. A monkey's uncle. You're so intensely amazing; I can't even put it into words. An eighteen year old girl could only dream of having your body." He contemplated saying, "I love you," but held back.

She stepped forward, drew him into a hug, and placed his head between her naked breasts.

Alan was so astounded and excited that he missed the fact this was a violation of the supposed no touching rule.

As she squeezed, both of her nipples pushed into his cheeks. "You're not half bad yourself, Sweetie. All that tennis and swimming is paying off. You're really filling out lately. But don't be saying 'I love you' or think of me romantically while I'm helping you with your problem, okay? That's something you do with girls your own age. I'm just a married woman who's helping you with your problem."

She thought to herself, I wish I could tell him the truth! I dream of him telling me, "I love you, Aunt Suzy." There's nothing more I'd rather hear him say. But if my ambitious ultimate fantasy scheme is going to come true, I have to hold my horses. He needs to be emotionally open to lust and love from Susan and Angel, too. And of course I can't forget that Susan is probably listening. Drat!

She continued, "I must say, I'm so happy I can help with your problem. And if we have some fun in the process, then no harm done, right? If the doctor says I have to suck and stroke your cock many times a day, then that's just what I have to do, isn't it?"

He was really glad now he had held off from saying "I love you" - it was as if she'd read his mind and saw he was on the verge of saying something like that. He decided yet again that it was always best to say as little as possible in these situations.

"You're the best!" he enthused, but her mention that she was married filled his head with the thought of adultery, and he felt very guilty even as he grew more turned on.

She responded, "Am I really? How do you know if I'm such a good cocksucker after just one time? Maybe I need to show you again, to prove my point." His penis was already hard again.

She immediately got down on all fours and took it in her mouth.

Alan put his hands on her head, already forgetting about the "no touching" rule (though in this case it didn't really matter).

The second blowjob was much better than the first. The first time ended in just a couple of minutes, but Alan had much greater stamina for the second go-around.

She sucked and sucked, and took him in, almost to his balls sometimes..

His brain reeled from pleasure and wonder. I can't believe anyone can fit that much penis inside a mouth. Damn!

Alan had been sitting on the floor near her, but halfway through the blowjob she propped him back up on the edge of the bed so that her hands could be freed up. This allowed her to finger herself at the same time.

She'd frigged herself in front of him the night before, but this time Alan could see what she was doing. He watched with intense interest as her fingers disappeared up into her hole and then wiggled around. He saw her pull at her clit, but didn't know what it was.

After a few minutes she stopped to catch her breath. As she rested, she asked, "So, do you like the sight of me naked and on my knees with your cock in my hand?"

His heart was racing from excitement. "I love it! I especially like to see your ass and your tits sway from so close up."

"Good. 'Cos you're going to be seeing me in this position a LOT from now on. I LOVE to do this, and I love to do it FOR YOU!" She resumed her happy slurping.

Alan thought, Why on Earth would the most perfect teen cheesecake centerfold on the whole friggin' planet be interested in me in the first place, much less want to help me out like this? It must just be her giving nature, trying to help me through my medical situation. What a giving woman!

When they finally both came together, it was very loud. Both of them cried out loudly, now that there wasn't such a sense that their play had to be kept secret.

In fact, Suzanne wanted Susan to hear just how much fun they were having to help convince Susan she should blow her son as well. So she cried and screamed even louder than usual.

Alan collapsed back onto the bed. "That was amazing! Fantastic. I'm such a lucky man!"

"That you are," replied Suzanne, but as she said this she quickly strode to the door and opened it up a crack, even though she was buck-naked. She wanted to see if Susan had been listening.

Suzanne arrived just in time to see a body quickly moving into the bathroom across the hall and less than ten feet from Alan's door. There was someone who had been eavesdropping, but she realized to her great surprise, Hey, that's Angel, not Susan! Even better. So she's curious too. Excellent!

CHAPTER 10 (Saturday, Oct. 12)

Alan looked forward to the weekend with some trepidation and excitement. Being around the house all day long meant he would have even more opportunities to experience teasing, temptation, and nudity. Most importantly, he figured there were even more chances for further blowjobs and handjobs from Suzanne.

He didn't have to wait long. No more than an hour after breakfast, Suzanne found him in his room and gave him another blowjob.

Afterwards she went and found Susan, and gave her a detailed account. She'd done the same with the two blowjobs from the afternoon before.

The first time Suzanne did this, Susan had been struck mute, but now she at least found her voice. Each time Suzanne started such a conversation, Susan at first would pretend to be shocked and appalled. She would say things like, "Really, Suzanne, you shouldn't. That's more than I need to know. Please!"

But Suzanne would come back with a "fig-leaf" justification that temporarily lessened Susan's guilt. She would say something along the lines, "Susan, remember that a blowjob or handjob in this house is not a sexual act, it's a medical procedure. It is our duty to make sure that Alan is being properly stimulated the requisite number of times and that there are no ill effects in the process. I know you're not happy about it, but it's your duty now to closely monitor the situation."

Susan typically would mumble something along the lines, "But it's so improper. Really. It's not right."

Then Suzanne would say something like, "There may come a time when Alan needs a blowjob and I'm not there. What if Alan was dying and needed CPR and you didn't know how to do it? It's just the same with blowjobs except you put your mouth over his big erection instead of his mouth."

After a few additional and increasingly feeble protests, Susan would give in.

Then Suzanne would describe what she did to Alan in the most graphic, detailed, and arousing manner she could muster. She would start with a clinical description if Susan was resistant, but then quickly move into much more passionate language.

The only thing she held back with was some of her word choices. Words like "cock," "cunt," "jack off," and "tit" were too much for Susan's blushing ears.

Susan tolerated Suzanne's use of the words "penis" or "erection" and sometimes even "dick," but she continued to use "member" or "thing."

Inevitably, as soon as Suzanne finished her description, she would make herself scarce.

Then Susan would suddenly find it prudent to conduct yet another "breast exam." She'd usually do it in the shower. She generally refrained from putting fingers actually inside her pussy, as that contradicted the breast exam excuse too blatantly. Plus, she knew that what she was doing was really masturbating, but she figured it wasn't so sinful if she just confined herself to breast play.

Thinking about Suzanne's hot talk while running her hands all over her body, especially her breasts, always sent her over the edge. She hadn't failed to climax a single time yet.

Up until this point in her life, Susan had had just about the most vanilla and boring sex life possible for a non-virgin to have. She'd acted like sex was purely for the purposes of procreation and any deviation was immoral and a sin. Her husband Ron wasn't particularly religious, but he didn't really try to fight her about it. Their sex acts seemed more like the fulfillment of obligations than real acts of passion. It was like they did it every now and then because that's what married couples were supposed to do.

Sometimes Suzanne wondered if Ron might not actually be a closeted homosexual. She knew that most men would have given their right arm to have sex with Susan, but Susan had confessed to her that Ron was never much into physical contact, even when he'd been courting her before marriage. Missionary position sex in the dark once or twice a year during his rare visits home was all she knew. Suzanne tried to drop hints about this to Susan, but Susan dismissed them out of hand.

As a result of her limited experience, Susan found the idea of handjobs and blowjobs a new and exciting thing. The fact that she'd considered them taboo made them appear even more tempting now. With her limited experience, even seeing an erect penis in the light of day seemed like a fairly wild and crazy idea.

As a result, during her "breast exams" she didn't have to think very hard to get excited. All she had to do was recall the vision of Alan's erection she'd seen during the appointments with Akami. She would close her eyes and the hands around the penis would morph from Akami's to hers.

Then, after her fantasy had progressed for a while, typically she would find the erection somehow being forced into her mouth against her will. Sometimes it would be Akami and/or Dr. Fredrickson keeping her in place and shoving Alan's shaft down her throat, sometimes it would be Alan doing it all by himself.

Suzanne's descriptions were so vivid that Susan felt as if she'd already had Alan's penis in her hands and in her mouth several times already. As she sucked the penis she would discover she loved it and didn't need forcing. Alan would end up cumming all over her. Her masturbatory fantasies rarely progressed to the idea of actually fucking, because the handjob and blowjob fantasies were so intense that they made her cum every time.

In her first couple of showers, she just left the shower head hanging on the wall, as usual. But then she used the hose and pointed the nozzle directly at her pussy. She considered putting a finger in her pussy to be crossing a moral line she didn't want to cross. However, with the pulse setting on and pointed right at her clit, she could get off easily without actually having to finger inside herself.

When it was over, the guilt would come, but that wouldn't stop her from doing it again the next day. She had more "breast exams" in her bed, too, although in the shower with the water pressure was her favorite.

CHAPTER 11

Alan played tennis with his friend Peter after lunch, and then took a nap. In the late afternoon he decided to go swimming in the backyard swimming pool. Every weekend he either did that, or swam in the ocean, or both.

Katherine was already sitting by the pool. She had just been swimming laps, and was drying her hair in the sun. She swam in the pool a lot to keep in shape, and unlike Susan and Suzanne, she liked to work on her tan.

Seeing Alan coming, she stood up to say hello. "How are things, Big Brother?" she said jovially.

"Things are very good, Sis. Very, very, outstandingly good," he replied. His mind had been focused on Susan and Suzanne lately, but his sister had also been on his mind. She was dressing provocatively and acting sexily, and Alan wondered what it all meant with her, especially her cheerleading display a few days before. But it didn't occur to him that she might have figured out he was watching her naked, and neither of them brought the incident up.

"I can't possibly imagine why things are so good," she told him, smiling all the while. "It can't possibly have to do with a certain attractive next door neighbor wrapping her mouth around someone's pecker, could it?" She giggled and blushed at the same time for being so forward. But she could hardly help but bring it up - for the last several hours she'd been thinking of little else.

"Hey, how did you know that?!"

Katherine lay down on a lawn chair. "Oh, I don't know. A little bird told me. Not to mention the fact that my room is ten feet from yours. I could hear the slurping for a mile away. It sounded like someone finishing off the last of a milkshake with a straw."

"It did not! My room has very good soundproofing and your does too."

"Okay. True. Maybe I overheard Mom and Aunt Suzy talking about it. I have a feeling they talk about it a lot." In fact, she'd heard a bit of them talking about it, but she'd also listened at his door.

Alan wanted to know more, but he felt more than a little awkward discussing blowjobs with his sister. Seeing her in a bathing suit, even if it was a relatively conservative one-piece suit, was enough to get him hard again and drive all other thoughts and moral dilemmas out of his mind. "You look very cute in that suit," he said.

"Oh, you think so?" Katherine was very pleased with the compliment. Until recently, Alan had gone out of his way to avoid thinking about his sister's body. Usually that was easy because she dressed so conservatively. When she would go swimming he'd usually steer clear of the pool because she would get shy and get out of the water if he was around. As a result, this was the first time in a long time they were at their own pool together.

She had always thought that her secret crush on her brother would always remain just that, a secret. But with all the wild developments around the house in recent days, she was beginning to believe she could turn her dreams into reality as long as she had the guts to go for it. She longed to "help" Alan with his "problem." She'd been masturbating in her bed as much as Susan had in the past couple of days. Ironically, they were both dreaming nearly the exact same things.

Listening in on Suzanne talking to Susan about giving Alan a blowjob earlier in the day and actually listening through the door to Suzanne doing it in his room boosted her confidence to take her teasing with Alan a step further. Burned into her brain was the mental image of Suzanne, who she also considered her Aunt Suzy, with her mouth wrapped around her brother's stiff erection. It was about the most arousing thing she'd ever imagined, since she knew it really happened.

These thoughts drove her onwards, but she still battled with her prudish habits and fear of rejection and the unknown.

She decided the compliment of her bathing suit was just the opening she needed to do a little more teasing, especially as she knew no one else was home yet. "You may like this bathing suit, but I don't," she pouted.

"Why not?" Alan asked, taking the bait.

"You've seen the stuff Mom and Aunt Suzy are wearing these days, and I still have to wear a one-piece bathing suit! I need a new one. Anyways, I've been wearing this one so long that I've gotten some serious tan lines from it." She grabbed the edge of the suit underneath her armpit and pulled it inward towards her nipple.

"You see right there? You see the tan line?" She kept pulling her suit inwards until her tit completely popped out of the suit. But she acted like that was nothing unusual, and just left her suit that way. "I have to get rid of these awful lines."

"Y-y-yes, I can see," he stammered. "The tan line."

He was shocked, but she was nearly as surprised as he was over what she had just done. It was as if her hands had a mind of their own.

"But it's like that all over!" she moaned and pouted. "Look, it's the same on the other side." She pulled on her suit until her other tit popped out. The bathing suit was now bunched up in her cleavage.

She looked up at him for his reaction, and was satisfied to see he was intensely fixated and aroused. So she decided to move on, and rotated her body so he could see her butt while still checking out her naked tits. "Look on the butt, too. The tan line is even worse down there."

She pulled at the edge of her suit on her butt until she completely revealed an ass cheek. Then she did the same on the other side. Now her suit was stuffed in her ass crack as well as in her cleavage.

Alan was too stunned to speak.

So she went on, "What do you think I can do about this problem, until I get a new suit? The more I'm in the sun, the worse it gets!" She looked at him like this was a serious problem and she couldn't just go out and get a new suit tomorrow. (In actual fact, she already had another one. She wore a two-piece bikini when hanging around with her fellow cheerleaders swimming during the girls only pool hours at school, and only wore the more conservative one at home.)

Alan stared at her for some long moments and then realized she was expecting an answer. He squeaked out, "I don't know." He was having a hard time concentrating on the question.

"Oh wait, I know! I have an idea!" she said happily. "What if I just sunbathe topless? That will get rid of those tan lines."

She pulled her shoulder straps down and off of her arms, but kept her swimsuit on from right below her tits and downwards. "That feels better!" she cried out. Grabbing the bunched up suit below her boobs, she pushed it up into her boobs and out, and began sliding the fabric back and forth. Her completely exposed rack began swishing back and forth along with the fabric.

She couldn't believe what she was doing, but she seemingly had no control over her actions anymore. She had been completely overtaken by lust. Just as happened to her mother, her intellect shut off and she had no idea what she would do next because her body was in the driver's seat.

"I know these boobs don't compare with Susan's and Suzanne's. I wish so much they were bigger!" she cried out as she continued to jiggle them. She saw how much he was fascinated with Susan's jiggling boobs, and tried to imitate what turned him on. It worked.

Alan now stood about ten feet away and continued to come in closer, like a moth drawn to a flame. He said, "Sis, don't say that! I think your breasts are perfectly fine."

"Fine? Just fine? Aunt Suzy's are super, Mom's are fantastic, and mine are just fine? You might as well say adequate!" She jiggled them even more enthusiastically.

"No, I didn't mean it that way," Alan protested. "I think you have the best tits in the whole high school. I really mean that."

"Really? But what about Amy, just next door? She has those same damn big boob genes Suzanne has. Not to mention Christine, your love interest. And what about Heather, the head cheerleader? And what about-"

"Hey, just a minute!" Alan interjected. "Bigger is not always better. There may be one or two who have bigger ones than you, but I still think yours are the best in school."

"Awww, you're just saying that," she said, delighted. She continued to shake them back and forth. "What about my nipples? Don't you think they're too small?" She put her hands directly on her boobs and began pinching and pulling at her nipples. She tried to keep shaking her tits by thrusting her shoulders.

"No, I like them a lot," Alan said. "Don't knock your body. You have a great body! And your face. It's so lovely!"

She was astounded at his compliments, as he'd complimented her on other things many times but he'd never really complimented her appearance before. But she continued to play. "Maybe my problem is this suit then. I think it's far too small on me. Look! It barely even covers my most private parts." Leaving her tits exposed, she grabbed her suit with both hands just above her pussy and pinched the fabric together so the sides of her hairy pussy were showing. Then she pulled up, shoving the suit deep into her vulva and ass crack.

She began masturbating herself with the suit, pulling it up and down repeatedly. She finally fell to the ground and continued pulling the suit higher and higher away from her body. She splayed her legs wide to give her brother a perfect display of her lewd show. She didn't care about anything anymore - it was as if she were possessed.

She began openly panting and moaning. Her legs impulsively kicked into the air. This was easily the most intense masturbatory experience she had ever had. She started a powerful orgasm that went on and on. She began gasping, "Oh no! Alan! Fuck! Oh God!"

Her display was so startling that Alan suddenly became aware how they were outside and that in theory anyone could be watching. He quickly looked all around, but realized the odds of anyone looking into their remote backyard were between slim and none. His primary concern was that Susan might return home. Also, Amy often walked into their house through the back patio, and could come across them at any time.

He looked back at Katherine, and saw that she was now getting on all fours, as if she wanted to be fucked doggy-style. He watched as she pulled her suit down her legs and stuck her ass up into the air in his direction. What's the deal?! Are all the women in the house total nymphos or something? I can barely wrap my head around what's happening with Aunt Suzy and Mom, and now the same thing is happening to Sis! Dang, we should have tried to solve my energy problem years ago!

"My ass!" she cried out. She wanted to continue the banter with Alan, but she was too far gone to think straight. She lost track of everything except her hand on her butt. She used her hand to rub all over. Her pussy was leaking like a river, so she got her hands wet and spread her pussy juices all over her ass. Finally she opened her pussy lips for Alan, and then plunged her finger into it. She fingerfucked herself as her ass and in fact her whole body rocked up and down.

Alan steadily drew closer until he stood over her only two or three feet away. He was tempted to reach out and hold her delicious ass in his hands. But some shred of sanity told him that would lead to disaster.

Alan thought, I can't touch her - I can't! Once I start on such an obviously horny girl, who knows where it'll end. Actually, I do know exactly where it will end - I'll fuck my own sister! I can't do that! Not only that, but odds are good someone will be home soon. Susan is likely to come home from shopping at any time, 'cos she has to prepare dinner. What if she sees us?

So he restrained himself. He even managed to keep his penis in his swimsuit, though he was sorely tempted to masturbate along with his sister. But he could only take so much, and his willpower slipped a little further every second.

She finally appeared to calm down, and collapsed completely on the deck. She took her swimsuit all the way off her butt and pulled it down to her knees. She just lay there with her ass still poking up into the air, looking up at Alan and smiling at him. "How did you like the show?" she asked.

But the show wasn't really over. Even as she said this, she put her hands on her pussy and began rubbing it.

She thought, It's like my pussy is itching worse than the worst case of poison ivy, and I've got no choice but to scratch it! I can't believe I'm actually doing this in front of my brother! This must just be an erotic dream - it can't be real.

"Shit. That was amazing, Sis! This is the hottest thing I think I've ever seen!"

She asked, "Remember when we were little kids of about five or six, and we played show and tell? Since I've shown you mine, I think it's your turn to show me yours." Sweat poured down her face, and she felt as if she would die of pleasure. She'd never been remotely as aroused as she was right now, and wanted to cry out at the top of her lungs in joy.

"I don't know..." he said doubtfully. "What about someone coming along? Amy could walk in, really, at any time..." His resolve continued to weaken.

"Show me your big thick cock!" Katherine interrupted impatiently. "I'm doing this to help inspire you with your problem, so take it out and jack off! That's what you're supposed to do. Shoot your seed like the doctor says you should! Shoot it all over my ass! Give me your big load! Cover me in cum!" Some tiny part of her brain recoiled in horror at her words but was shoved aside by the larger part of her brain hijacked by pure lust.

"Katherine, sssh! Someone might hear!"

"I'm going to scream out loud right now unless you show me your dick! Take it out!" Her fingers furiously worked inside her pussy. She didn't really mean to blackmail him and she would never follow through; she was just so overcome with lust that she was ready to say anything to him if it helped her cause.

"Well... Maybe... Okay, let's be quick about it." He pushed his penis out the bottom of his shorts and grabbed it with a hand.

"Looks like someone else has a suit that's too tight," she joked. She spoke more quietly now and was more subdued now that she'd gotten her wish and could look at his hard-on up close. "Sorry about what I just said. You know I love you and I wasn't gonna scream. But dammit, rub it! I wanna see you jack off! I wanna see you cum. I wanna see you cum all over me!"

Alan's resistance broke down a little more, and he began masturbating his penis out in the wide-open back yard. "Katherine, this isn't right," He complained even as he unabashedly stroked himself. "I'm your brother and you're my sister. We can't do this kind of thing. For starters, what if Mom saw?"

"I'm just giving you visual stimulation for your problem. We're not even touching each other!" she said between her panting. Her hand in her pussy was a blur of motion and she already was working up towards another orgasm. "But it's not fair - I'm naked and you're not. Take it all off!"

Alan pulled his swimsuit off himself and threw it aside. He justified it by noting it wasn't hiding anything any more anyway. Both of them continued to masturbate mere feet from each other.

"Let's just not get caught," she said after another minute or two. "Besides, you seem to be enjoying yourself. Do you like to watch your horny little sister cum? I'm cumming for you, Alan! For you!"

In fact, he was about to orgasm despite his best efforts to hold it off.

She had no such need to hold off, and began another whole series of small orgasms.

CHAPTER 12

But just then, they heard the sound of the garage door opening.

Alan cried, "Oh shit! Mom must be home!" His erection twitched, and he strained to control his muscles so he wouldn't cum. But it was a losing battle, and he started to cum even as he moved towards the pool. He yelled at his sister, "Quick, grab your suit and jump in the pool!"

Katherine and Alan both jumped in the pool and put their suits on after they were already in the water.

Alan figured that was the safest thing to do. The water would clean them from the smell of sweat and sex.

Luckily for Alan, just about all of his cum shot into the pool as he was jumping into it, and then his penis continued to pump out more semen underwater. But the sexual experience was kind of spoiled ruined by the ill-timed interruption.

However, they needn't have worried too much about Susan, because she'd gone shopping and so she spent a number of minutes taking bags of groceries into the house.

Susan took so long to come out that Katherine joked about starting things up again, right in the pool.

When Susan finally came out to say hello to them, Alan and Katherine looked as innocent as angels, dressed in their suits and swimming laps in the pool. Alan at least was looking angelic - had Susan looked closely she might have noticed a wild look still in Katherine's eyes.

The only close call was that Susan happened to stand only about a foot away from a puddle of Katherine's pussy juice as she talked to them. She didn't notice though, and she commented, "I'm so glad to see you two swimming together. You haven't done that in ages."

With her eyes unconsciously drawn to the puddle of cum, Katherine answered, "Mom, it's this new sexing things up policy. I love it! I'm just relaxing and having so much fun. I feel like I'm opening up all the way and letting in new experiences." She said this last sentence with a special double meaning directed towards Alan. She turned to him and winked just to make sure he got the picture.

Alan recalled her opening up when she spread her pussy lips for him just minutes earlier, and wondered if the "new experience" she was so eager to let in was resting between his legs. He gulped nervously, but his mother didn't notice.

Susan said approvingly, "Oh, that's so good to hear. I love how you two get along so well; so much better than most siblings." She smiled benignly. "You're both such perfect little angels!"

Katherine was still randy, and replied, "We definitely are becoming much closer than most siblings. Much closer! Don't you think, Big Brother?" She giggled happily.

He just coughed nervously.

Susan left a minute later, after asking what they wanted for dinner.

As soon as his mother was gone, Alan burst into anger. "Sis! What the hell came over you? Were you possessed? ARE you possessed?"

In actual fact, Katherine really was more or less still possessed by lust as he asked this. But his obvious distress about what happened cooled her ardor tremendously. As if snapping out if it, she said, "I'm sorry. Really sorry." She hurriedly pulled herself out of the pool. "I don't know what came over me."

As Alan watched her get out of the pool, he felt conflicting emotions. Dang! Sis is sexy! I never realized. And she totally wants me. That totally blows my mind. But on the other hand, if we start doing stuff, everything is going to change. Maybe our close friendship will be ruined if things don't work out.

Hell, what am I thinking?! She's my SISTER! I need to be more... well, disturbed by that! I mean, that's just so fucked up. My sister made me cum. Whoa. But that can never happen again. Never!

Katherine rushed back to her room. Once there, she burst into tears at the magnitude of what she had done as she fully snapped out of the erotic fugue she'd been in.

CHAPTER 13

Alan also returned to his room. He took another cold shower, and tried to think of anything but Susan, Suzanne, or now, especially Katherine. But he had no luck with that. He considered talking to Katherine, but decided to give her some time to sort herself out.

Finally, he put on a tape of one of his favorite albums, "The White Album" by the Beatles. He lay on his bed, closed his eyes, and listened to it on headphones to escape the world. He played his favorite song on the tape, "Hey Bulldog," several times in a row (it actually was a bonus track he'd added to the end of the tape). That kept his mind successfully occupied until dinner.

Dinner brought more seductive clothing and poses from Susan, as well as from Suzanne who ate with them yet again.

But Katherine was covered up, demure, and even morose. She was extremely upset with herself. What on Earth came over me? She pondered that all evening. Do I want to have sex with my brother? Of course not. That's only for fantasies. I must have been out of my mind. I mean, I was totally wanting and even expecting that he would fuck me then and there! He's gonna hate me or think me a freak if I do something crazy like that again. I was so stupid! How can I apologize to him? I can't believe I have a crush on my own brother.

Alan also was frequently lost in thought throughout the meal, wondering what was going on with his sister. She was too ashamed to look him in the face and fled at the first opportunity.

He decided he really needed to try to get some homework done after dinner, but didn't get much of an opportunity.

Suzanne stopped by his room only minutes after he tried to buckle down and concentrate. She wanted to give him another blowjob and was so enthusiastic about it that she launched straight in after saying no more to him than, "I'm ready for my after dinner snack."

Within seconds of entering his room, she was topless and on her knees below where he sat at his desk. She unzipped his shorts zipper and had his penis in her mouth before he was even fully erect.

But it didn't take long for her to fix that problem. A few seconds later, she found herself slurping up a very stiff erection.

Suzanne said to him, during a break in her cocksucking, "I don't know who's luckier, you or me. As you might have guessed, I have an extremely healthy sexual appetite. I'm enjoying sucking you off soooo much! Your cum is really actually quite tasty. Some guys, you wouldn't believe how bad they taste."

She held his penis in her hands, caressing it lovingly. "But what's really great is your penis. Eight inches long. Some have longer, but believe me, a ten inch dick is extremely uncommon outside of professional pornography. But yours is so thick too! It fills up my mouth just right. I don't think I could take it in all the way or enjoy it more if it were any bigger. You have the perfect cock for sucking."

"Thanks. I think you're perfect, too. And your mouth is just right for sucking. When I see your lips now, I always imagine them wrapped around my shaft."

"Flattery will get you everywhere."

Alan hesitated, then asked, almost in the tone of a small child asking for a nickel, "Aunt Suzy, could I ask you for a favor?"

"Of course, Sweetie, but remember our boundaries."

"Could I have a close look at ... how you are below?"

Suzanne was delighted by his request, as it provided a means for her to ratchet up the sexual tension between the two of them, and advance her seduction plans. She wanted to draw things out, but at the same time she wanted to encourage any signs of aggressiveness. She played for time, and joked, "So, you want to see me in the special layer of Hell reserved for older women who are too free with teenage boys?"

He blushed. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know you feel that way. Please forgive-"

She cut him off. "That's just a joke, Sweetie. Aww, you're just so innocent and cute, how can I say no? But will you tell your mother?"

He burst into laughter, guffawing extra hard because he was so filled with nervous tension.

"What? What's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing."

Suzanne spread her legs and raised her skirt, almost enabling him to see her female treasures there. She playfully raised an eyebrow and said, "Now is that any way to treat a lady you want to ask a very personal favor of?"

He smiled. "Okay. Well, it's that I just now imagined running to Mom like I did when I was five. I'd run to her in the kitchen and reach up to pull on her dress and say, 'Mommy! Mommy! Suzanne let me look at her pussy!'"

Suzanne grinned but pretended seriousness. "Hmm. And you just might do it, too."

Alan suddenly felt like he would go crazy if he couldn't at least see a pussy up close. It was hellish to get so many sightings from a distance, like seeing Katherine's pussy by the pool, or near sightings, like just about any time he and Suzanne were alone together lately, and never really being able to examine one, much less touch one. Since Susan had been so prudish that she wouldn't allow him to attend sex ed classes, everything "down there" was a bit mysterious.

He knew Suzanne wouldn't allow him to touch her there, but he sensed from her words and demeanor that she might still be convinced to allow his request to just give it a good look. With a very earnest expression, he raised his right hand in a Boy Scout salute and said, "I promise I won't touch anything. Scout's honor. I'll keep my hands behind my back! Please, Aunt Suzy, I think I'm going to go crazy if I can't check out a..., well, a vagina," he finished, a bit lamely.

Suzanne teased, pretending to waver. "Hmm. Will this give you points towards your 'Pussy Watching' Boy Scout merit badge?"

"Yes it will," he grinned, deciding that he needed to loosen up and play along.

She came back with an even bigger grin. "Well... Okay. But just you; please don't bring the whole troop over. And you have to complete all the requirements for your Pussy Watching badge before you can even THINK about working on your Pussy Touching badge. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Aunt Suzy. And to think I was going to go for one of those advanced knotting merit badges instead."

After more grins and giggles, he turned to his computer and brought up an image he had been looking at earlier. It was a close-up of a beautiful young woman, not much older than he was, laying on her back with her legs spread and bent and her knees drawn up on either side of her breasts. Her moist pussy was fully exposed, the labia slightly parted. "There's something about this image I really like. Could you please show me your pussy like THAT?"

Suzanne glanced at the image, then looked at Alan reproachfully, but appeared to be considering the matter. "Well..." she said slowly, enjoying the power she held over him.

He leaned so far forward in anticipation of her answer that he nearly fell over.

She sighed with mock resignation. "I suppose the Scouts require that particular position for the merit badge. And I DO support their fine organization..." She winked. "But remember, no touching."

Suzanne walked over and quietly locked the door, then removed her skirt and lay on her back on his bed. She spread her legs slightly and then placed her hands on the backs of her knees and brought her knees up to her chest, copying the pose of the Internet model that was still apparent on the computer screen.

Alan's eyes went wide as they locked on her crotch and his mouth involuntarily dropped open as he fell to his knees in front of her, his face inches from her spread beaver. At the top was her bush, neatly trimmed into a roughly triangular shape.

Suzanne kept the remainder of her pubic region free of hair through waxing. She was in a highly aroused state, and her labia were swollen, her clit throbbing and erect. She was very wet, and a small trail of moisture slowly trickled out of her pussy and ran down her ass and across her asshole. Her fully engorged vulva included every shade of pink Alan had ever imagined, and then some; the labia were almost crimson at the base, deep pink in the middle, and coral with a few tinges of purple at the outer edges. It struck Alan as being the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and his breath caught in his throat.

He felt drawn to it like a moth to a flame, and his face slowly approached her womanhood, almost against his will. When his face was about two inches from her, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, savoring the unique, rich, heady, musky scent of a woman in heat. He pressed forward millimeter by millimeter until the tip of his nose almost met her pubic hair.

Alan inhaled very deeply once again, and then began slowly tracing back and forth across her bush with his nose, lips, and cheeks, turning his face slightly from side to side, just missing it by millimeters. He kept his lips tightly closed, as the possibility of licking or tasting her never occurred to him.

However, he came so close that she could just feel him, and the way he lightly grazed the outer edges of her pubic hair sent jolts of excitement through her.

She said wryly, "Boy, you sure skirt the edge of the words 'no touching', don't you?"

He pulled back, but asked, "Um, Aunt Suzy, I'm probably pushing my luck here, but I've always been real curious - can I see what it looks like inside?"

She sighed loudly. "You definitely ARE pushing your luck. But I suppose showing you just once for educational ideas wouldn't be so bad. As long as you don't get any weird ideas, okay?"

"Scout's honor."

So she repositioned herself and spread her pussy lips wide open with both hands. Her glistening, pink inner lips were fully on display.

Alan just stared, amazed. It reminded him of the inner meat of a giant clam he'd once seen while snorkeling. Just as with the clam, he was spellbound by its beauty.

Suzanne was loving putting on such a lewd show, but she pretended to be reluctant. All too soon, she pulled her hands away, causing her slit to close. "I feel so ashamed. You'll probably think I'm some kind of slut now."

He pulled back some more to look up into her eyes and said earnestly, "No, Aunt Suzy! Never! I think of you as a teacher and a great friend. You're helping me learn what I should have learned in sex ed class. I can't praise you enough."

She smiled benignly, but thought, Does he really think that? If he only knew! If he only knew how demanding my pussy gets, and how badly it wants this! If he decides to get bold, I'm a complete goner. I can't let him know how much my pussy controls me or I'll lose all my leverage with him! ... But for right now, I'm going to enjoy this to the fullest, heh-heh!

When Alan finally pulled back a few inches, Suzanne reached down and parted her labia so he could see her inner folds, then brought her fingers to her clit and pulled back the hood. Suzanne batted her eyelids slowly for a few moments, then turned her head slightly, and, in her breathy, seductive, and curiously scratchy voice, asked, "See anything you like?"

Alan was so ecstatic he wanted to cry for joy, but at the same time he felt strangely detached from reality, almost as if he was in a dream. He tried to burn the image, the texture, the scent, and every possible last detail of Suzanne's pussy into his brain, as he was irrationally, but genuinely, afraid that he might never have the chance to see another pussy in such a manner.

His heart was beating so hard and so quickly he could hear it echoing in his head, throbbing in his ears. He felt an immense pressure in his testicles. His penis was throbbing urgently, insistently, in time with his heart and his ears. He felt his penis convulse and begin shooting rope after rope of cum, covering the side of the bed before him. He collapsed to the floor.

Suzanne rolled her eyes and thought to herself, Oh, FUCKING SHIT! He came just from LOOKING at it! That makes me so happy! If I don't get him inside my pussy soon I'm the one who's going to go insane. She touched her clitoris and came in a massive climax.

Alan was so wiped out as he lay there on the floor that he didn't even realize Suzanne had gotten excited to the point of climax. He thought she'd done him a favor. When he finally recovered, he thanked her so profusely that she got a little embarrassed.

Suzanne swore him to secrecy again for good measure, then dressed and left.

Not long after that, Katherine came by Alan's room and apologized for her behavior. Blushing and head bowed, she said, "I'm so sorry, Brother. I was just trying to get you sexually excited for, you know, your problem, but I got carried away. I got so carried away! I don't even understand what happened. Can you possibly forgive me?"

"Of course!" he said soothingly. "Actually, there's nothing to forgive. You totally got me aroused, and that's what the doctor ordered, right?"

They hugged in a friendly way, and she left him feeling much better, but still somewhat ashamed of herself.

Since it was a Saturday night, Alan went to a party with his high school friends, which was fun enough but definitely an anticlimax to the rest of his day.

That night in bed, Alan pondered his day. My first blowjob, tennis, sister's wild strip show, another blowjob, a party - what a day! I could get used to this! I never really lived until I went to see Dr. Fredrickson. There's always something new - who knows what tomorrow will bring?

NOTE: Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of OmegaZone, WD40, Spurtz, EBC, Dan, Gnome, and NightShadow. Also, the scene in Chapter 11 is very closely based on a scene in the anime G-Taste. That anime plus Immoral Sisters and Karen were the main inspirations for this story generally.

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