SIX TIMES A DAY
Part 15: The Bitch Is Back

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CHAPTER 1 (Monday, Nov. 4)

Monday brought a new school week, and an unusual school activity for Alan. The tennis team he was on was having a big competition. They were having a round-robin tournament amongst themselves, which meant that every day each player would play three matches. It was less a test to see who was best and more a test of endurance. The matches began at the start of the sixth period and would run at least an hour after school, sometimes more.

On top of that, Alan had a good amount of homework to do, especially since he'd been falling behind. So he doubted that very much sexual activity would happen. He thought that if he could just come close to his six times a day average, he'd be doing very well.

He did have some plans to inspire him, though. Now that Suzanne had talked Susan out of grounding Katherine, he and Katherine could go to Kim's house for their "S Club meetings" on Monday and Thursday, as they'd done several times already.

On Friday another medical appointment with Akami was scheduled. Given how the latest one had gone, he was looking forward to more of a fuck session than an appointment. His goal was to just endure and survive the week. The time spent with Akami would hopefully be a fun sexual reward at the end for all his efforts, assuming he wouldn't be too wiped out to enjoy it.

Sunday had been a relaxing day, so he was well rested, and his penis was in good shape. Susan, Suzanne, Katherine, Amy, Kim, and Glory all knew about his tennis competition and were trying to adjust accordingly. For instance, Kim and Katherine planned to go ahead without him immediately after school and assume that he would show up to the "S Club" ménage a trois once his tennis was done. This assumed he wasn't too tired out. If he was exhausted, they would carry on happily enough without him.

Suzanne was frustrated. She thought, Because of my "Elle" impersonation on Saturday night, I'm even more ready to have a proper fuck with Alan. That fuck didn't really count. The way I look at it, I'm still at zero. My memory of that is a bit hazy - it seems more like one of my erotic dreams. Lord knows I've had enough of those, ever since my cuddly Sweetie started turning into a man.

It's probably a good thing I don't remember it too well because my desire is already almost more than I can bear. My pussy is so needy! But it still isn't time. I have to remain in control of my emotions and not think from between my legs. For one thing, I shouldn't screw up his tennis tournament. That wouldn't be fair. Once he starts having sex with me, he'll barely have the energy to even walk onto the tennis court. I should wait at least until the weekend. As soon as his tournament is over... But damn! That hiking trip is coming up. If it's not one thing it's another. When are we going to fuck?!

Susan, as had become all too common lately, was going through another mood swing. The close call at the party gave her pause. She dressed in ordinary clothes like she would have worn back in her prudish days.

As she prepared breakfast for her children, she thought, I need to get through the morning. Tomorrow's going to be a Tuesday, and things get a little wild on Tuesdays. That's all the more reason for me to take a break today. I need to spend the entire day doing and thinking about things that don't involve my son's glorious member. Suzanne can help him out. Heck, even my Angel can do a little bit. But not me. My day is tomorrow.

Alan and Katherine came downstairs together, all full of energy. They frowned to see the way their mother was dressed, but they didn't let that ruin their mood for long. They were so playful and boisterous that before long even Susan started to feel a little giddy.

But then, about five minutes later, she walked over to the dining room table to bring them glasses of orange juice and noticed something odd. Her two children were sitting on the same side of the table instead of on opposite sides as they usually did. What's more, they were on the far side of the table from where the kitchen was.

Susan walked around the table and gasped. Alan's erection was poking out through his fly and Katherine fingers were around it. They didn't even bother to hide what they were doing knowing that Susan was coming to check them out. In fact, Katherine continued to lightly stroke up and down while her mother stared.

"Children! What are you doing?!"

Katherine said dismissively, "Mom, it's no big deal. Alan got a little hard and I'm just helping him out."

"Well, I'm shocked! Shocked and appalled!"

"Why? You heard me giving him a blowjob yesterday, didn't you? You said it was okay."

"I know, but... this is different! I will not have this house turn into a den of debauchery, especially right in the middle of breakfast!"

Katherine was still stroking away despite Susan's complaints. More and more pre-cum was slowing dripping out and drooling down. That was making her rhythmic rubs increasingly wet and squishy sounding. She said, "Geez, Mom. It's no biggie. Actually, I take it back. It's a very nice biggie. And a thickie." She giggled.

Susan was still staring wide eyed. She felt her pulse increasing and her nipples hardening.

Katherine could tell that Susan's resolve was weakening, so she said, "If it bothers you so much that I'm doing it, you wanna take over? We can't just leave him like this. That would be cruel."

"Well, no, I mean... Angel! Don't make me do that! It's not nice. I'm trying to have a calm and collected morning, and then you have to go and do... that!" She pointed at her son's hard-on, with Katherine's hand still around it. "It would mean a lot to me if you would take your hands off it and go sit in your usual chair."

Katherine whined, "But MoooOOOOOoooom!" Giving in to Susan's stern look, she finally took her hands off and changed chairs.

Alan finally spoke. "Mom, that's totally mean! What am I supposed to do, after I'm all excited like this? It's not just going to go down."

Susan folded her arms under her big breasts and tried to look and act firm. "Well, I'm sorry, but that's how it is!"

"That's how it is?!" Alan griped. "Talk about double standards. There's no rule against helping out, but there's specifically a rule about you dressing sexy, and look what you're wearing."

"No there isn't," Susan said triumphantly. "There's a rule saying you can tell me what to wear, but you haven't done that."

"Okay, I'm telling you to dress in something sexy. ... I know. The shiny red outfit that makes your boobs all extra bouncy."

Susan covered up her chest with both arms reflexively even though she wasn't topless. "Oh no! Not that one!"

Alan's erection was still sticking straight up through his shorts, just as hard as ever.

Katherine had moved chairs and slouched down in hers while the others were talking until one of her feet reached his erection and began sliding all over it. She said, "Hey Bro! Look what I'm doing! Mom said no hands, but she didn't say anything about feet. How does this feel?"

Alan looked down and saw her second foot arrive. Soon, both of her bare feet were rubbing up and down the sides of his erection as it stuck through his fly. She didn't have the same control or pressure she could have with hands, but there was a kind of charm with that. "It looks pretty weird," he admitted. "But it feels great. Mom, is this okay?"

"Well, no, not really. But I suppose I'll allow it if you don't make me wear that red outfit. Anything but that! Besides, It's Suzanne's and I think it's back at her house."

"Okay then, deal, but only if you wear a see-through nightie instead."

"See-through nightie?! But that's even worse!" Her eyes were still glued to Alan's crotch and she watched in fascination as her daughter's feet rose and fell around it. At one point Katherine tried to catch his penis in the gap between her big toe and other toes, but it didn't quite fit.

Susan thought, That's such an inefficient method. My hands would be so much better. How does she expect to drain his heavy cum-filled balls like that? ... Or my mouth... Yes, I'm thinking my mouth would be good...

Alan asserted, "Well, Mom, a rule's a rule, and that's what I want you to wear."

Katherine could see how Susan's resistance was weakening the longer she stared at Alan's hard dick. She could see from her mother's face that she was going to agree before long. Knowing that Alan was too kind to push for more, she decided to try on his behalf to see what they could get away with. "Yeah, Mom. And since you're being so ornery about this, you have to put it on right here."

"Here? Angel..." Susan's face was growing flush and her chest heaved with excitement. "Oh, very well. I suppose rules are rules. But really, that's no way to treat your mother. So improper." Her eyes went back and forth in time to Katherine's sliding feet.

She went upstairs looking dejected but in fact increasingly excited. Being "forced" to do things meant that she didn't have to take responsibility for her actions.

When she came back, Alan and Katherine were still busy with the feet rubbing, but they'd kicked their chairs away from the table so there was nothing between them. That way, Katherine could better see and control what her feet were doing.

Susan was still dressed in her ordinary clothes, but she began taking them off. "I hope the two of you are happy. This is so humiliating." She was still more huffy than usual and didn't make any special tantalizing moves while undressing.

Alan felt bad for her frustrated mood which he didn't understand and said, "But Mom. This is visual stimulation for my medical treatment, remember? Can't you be more, well, stimulating?"

"Sorry, Son, it's just that this is so strange to me. It doesn't come easy." Since she was following the no underwear rule, it didn't take her long to get naked. She stood there in the buff with a hand over her bush, not knowing exactly what to do.

But just then Katherine said, "I smell something burning."

"Oh dear! The French toast! I forgot all about it!" She rushed off to the kitchen still wearing no clothes. She was forced to clutch her boobs as she ran to prevent them from swinging too wildly. She left the nightgown she was supposed to wear back on the table.

While she worked at the sink to dispose of the burnt toast and clean the pan, she thought, Why does this seem to always happen to me lately? I'm completely naked and serving my children hand and foot! It's so undignified. I'm the sole adult here, I'm the mother. Why does it seem like my son is the one in charge? Just because my nipples are so hard and needy, longing for his lips to suck on them, does that give him some right to force his tasty big cock down my throat all the time? I can't help it if my pussy gets this wet from being naked - my body is betraying me!

As soon as she was gone and otherwise occupied, Katherine whispered, "So, Big Bro, how do you like what I'm doing with my feet? Kind of like a handjob, so I guess maybe it's a footjob."

"Pretty cool, actually. I never would have figured, but it feels great!" He grew serious and leaned forward. "However, about Mom..."

Katherine also leaned in closer to hear his extra quiet whisper. She put her hand on one of his knees to do so, but quickly moved from there to stoking his meaty shaft with one hand instead of both her feet.

He said very quietly, "As good as that feels, would you be willing to take one for the team?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, get Mom to take over. She's wavering, but we need to kill off her mood swings."

"You just like her cock tending better."

"Do not!"

"Do too!" Both of Katherine's fists slid up and down Alan's dick as they argued. She started going faster and faster as her jealousy and anger grew.

"Do not, really! You're fantastic. It's just that we need to be strategic here."

"You're just saying that."

Susan said from over in the kitchen, "Here comes breakfast!"

The kids looked over and saw her standing naked while attempting to bring over their breakfast cereal. Because one of her hands was modestly covering her pussy, she could only hold the cereal box in her other hand and had to leave the bowls and milk behind.

As she walked across the dining room, she said, "The French toast unfortunately, was unsalvageable. But I'm making another batch. Meanwhile, you should get started with this." As she got closer, she saw Katherine was using two hands instead of her feet. "Angel, what did I say about using your hands?"

"Sorry, Mom, I don't mean to be disrespectful, but it's just so hard to get him to cum! I can't get enough pressure with the feet and we have to get to school before long. Do you want him to go to school practically bursting with all that tasty cum?"

"Hmm. Oh dear. That is a good point." She stood with the cereal box held strategically in front of her crotch, but she finally had to put it on the table. She was blushing furiously, despite her attempt to look and act calm. She replaced the box with her hand to keep some modesty, but that left her fingers so close to her pussy lips that she was tempted to start frigging herself right there. No! I can't! I have to be strong. I need to tell them to stop - right now!

Without saying anything more, she hurried back to the kitchen naked. She tried in vain to cover her ass as she went.

Alan thought, It's weird. On the one hand I feel bad to see Mom so obviously distraught. But on the other hand, it's a huge turn on! That's so wrong. She's my mom. I shouldn't be making her do stuff like this. But I can't help it. She's just so busty and sexy! I lose all willpower around her!

Susan soon came back, her breasts wobbling and bouncing in every direction as she attempted to hold the milk, two bowls, and spoons, while also keeping her pussy covered as much as possible.

Alan's enjoyment of her sexy walk to and from the kitchen was greatly enhanced by his sister's continued two-handed handjob.

Susan put everything on the table. "Finally! You two naughty kids eat up. We're running behind, thanks to all these shenanigans."

But neither Alan nor Katherine was touching their food; they were having too much fun.

Susan put her hands on her bare hips. "You two, I go through all this trouble to cock you food; the least you can do is eat me. ... I mean it! Eat IT. The food!" Susan blushed.

Katherine burst into giggles. "'Cock you food?'"

Susan had only noticed the second Freudian slip and blushed even more when she realized the first one, too. Somehow, standing naked before her children and blushing profusely with her head bowed down in shame turned her on even more. She could feel rivulets of cum rolling down her inner thighs and hoped and prayed they wouldn't see just how wet she was for her son.

Looking anywhere but at her children, she noticed the nightgown still there on the table. She picked it up and mumbled, "At least now I can finally get into some clothes!" She slowly put it on, trying to surreptitiously wipe her thighs clean in the process.

The funny thing was though, the nightgown was so transparent that it hardly made any difference at all. It certainly did nothing to support her still wildly wobbling breasts. If anything, it only made her more desirable.

Susan thought, Okay, they have their cereal now. This is the time for me to put my foot down. I have to be like Suzanne. I have to be tough! We should have a NORMAL breakfast like normal people. No cock stroking! Or at the very least, if cock stroking has to be done, I should save Angel the indignity of having to do it.

Katherine could see Susan's mood from her stern face and decided she needed to do something before Susan started asserting control. She winked at Alan behind Susan's back and said, "Speaking of running behind, I've got a bunch of things to do upstairs. Here, Mom, why don't you take over?"

Susan's determined face crumbled into an uncertain but needy one. "What, you mean, with Tiger's cock? Er, I mean, member? But what about the French toast?"

"Try multi-tasking."

Susan thought, NO! I'm going to put my foot down, just like I said! Someone has to put a stop to all this debauchery. But even as she said this, she found herself taking Katherine's place in her chair and took over stroking Alan's erection only seconds after Katherine let go of it.

As her hands started to pump up and down on his wet shaft, her boobs wobbled and swayed enticingly underneath her nearly nonexistent nightie. She felt a sense of calm and happiness come over her. Somewhere in the back of her mind a voice was continuing to complain about the impropriety of it all, but she shooed the voice away, like a bothersome buzzing fly.

Katherine just stood there watching her mother's hand slide up and down. She wasn't in such a big hurry after all. Playfully referring to Susan's earlier Freudian slip, she told her mother, "Now you're really cockin'!" and then burst into giggles.

Susan pouted, "Angel! That's mean." But her hands didn't stop their sliding in the slightest.

Katherine suggested, "Boy, look at the time. Bro and I will have to go to school before too schlong." She was again poking fun at the Freudian slips, but Susan didn't know what "schlong" meant and Alan was too absorbed in the handjob to do much more than grunt, so Katherine ended up being the only one to giggle at her joke. She went on, "Maybe you should suck him off to make him blow that much faster."

Susan licked her lips. She didn't need much convincing. "Well, if you think so..."

"Definitely! Oh, and you'll need to take that nightgown off. It looks real expensive and you could ruin it when Alan erupts all over you."

"Oh, poo! But I just put it on!" It's happening again! Everyone's always conspiring to get me to take all my clothes off. It's not right! But while her mind was complaining, her body loved the idea.

"Them's the breaks." Katherine was standing behind Susan now and looking in Alan's direction so she secretly winked at him again.

He just smiled back.

Susan compromised and pulled her nightgown down to her waist rather than taking it all the way off. She knew Alan was probably going to squirt all over her face or chest, so she needed to keep those bared. I have to keep some boundaries, some restraint, or my son will be plugging my pussy with HARD COCK before too long! He'll ride his mommy hard and deep! So full! Oh, I can't even think about it. I can't! Must suck cock instead!

CHAPTER 2

Susan waited until Katherine finally left to go upstairs and then silently bent over and started slurping away.

As she ran her tongue up and down one side of his slick stiffness and fondled his balls, she thought, This is so embarrassing. How do these things keep happening to me? Is it always going to be like this? I just wanted to have a normal, non-sexual morning, and look at what happens! Somehow, no matter what I try to do, I always end up naked and sucking cock! It's just not fair.

She swallowed his entire penis head and then some. She liked to work on his sensitive spot with the whole head in her mouth. Why does it have to taste so good and make me so tingly? That's not fair either!

Alan said, "Mom, I almost forgot to get your attention." He reached out with a hand to grope at her ass.

But she glared at him. Her lips were still sliding up and down the middle portion of his erection, but her eyes all but said, "Don't push your luck, buster. Believe me, I know you're aroused!"

So he prudently withdrew his hand. The way she was going to town on his penis, he didn't have much to complain about. He was glad that she was focusing more and more attention on his sweet spot of extreme pleasure on the underside, just below his penis head. Experience was teaching her to concentrate most of her energy on that, all the while making her usual happy "Mmmm"-ing sounds.

Susan thought as she sucked, Always pushing the boundaries. He knows I can't resist him. If he gets his hands on my ass, I'd love it so much that before long I just might wind up begging for him to shoot his superior seed deep into his mommy's womb. Why can't he be content to have his big-titted mommy be his dedicated cocksucker? Why does he have to control every last bit of my body and my soul?! But most of all, why does sucking his cock have to be so darn FUN?!

Before long, she found two of her fingers plunging in and out of her pussy as she contemplated her son's near total control over her mouth. It's like my mouth was made to fit around this fat stick. It just feels so perfect! How can I stop myself?! I just can't swallow enough incestuous seed to satisfy my depraved urges!

Alan knew he wouldn't be able to last long, especially given the way she was wantonly fingering herself right in front of him. But he didn't want to fun to end. So after only a minute or two he said, "Mom, the French toast. You should check on that."

She stood up. "Oh no! It might be burned again." She rushed back to the stove and luckily the French toast was still okay. But it took her some time to finish that batch and start another.

That was good for Alan because he'd been right on the edge of cumming and now he got his second wind.

Susan came back and opened up her nightgown again. She let all of it drop to the ground. There really was no need to, except that she felt even more deliciously naughty sucking cock while completely nude. It made her feel even more subservient to his lusts. "I hope you appreciate all the things I have to do for you."

"I do, Mom, I do!" His eyes focused on her glistening inner thighs.

She frowned skeptically, got down on her knees between his legs this time, and resumed her cocksucking. She would have been a lot more upset about her indignities except that she loved cocksucking so much. Deep down, this is exactly the kind of thing she wanted to have happen.

Alan was loving life. Whenever he would get too close to cumming he'd find some new excuse to send Susan back to the kitchen and then he'd get to watch her hustle around in the nude. He loved how she was forced to hold her breasts up since they were so big and unwieldy.

Susan was still attempting to maintain some control over her body. Even though she was nude and fingering herself, she thought wildly cumming would cross yet another line, especially since there was no telling what kind of lewd things she might shout out as her body writhed. So she did her best to hold her climax back. The interruptions helped with this, but on the other hand a part of her didn't really want that much help and just wanted to cum.

Katherine came back with her backpack and her clothes in her hands. She sat down next to Alan and started eating her breakfast.

Susan was nearly delirious with lust, but pulled her lips off her son's dick long enough to complain, "Angel! Really. Get some clothes on. Please. It's so improper."

"Mom, how can you lecture me on being naked when you're not wearing a stitch yourself and your mouth is stuffed full of cock? Besides, I don't want to wet my panties or my skirt watching what you're doing."

Susan realized she was in no position to counter that and decided that she had some particularly critical licking to do at the moment and had no time to talk.

The two children ate their French toast together and still Susan spent most of her time on her knees bobbing her head back and forth over her son's long shaft.

Alan was too distracted to eat, but Katherine knew he had to get some food in him before school so she cut up his toast and fed it into his mouth, piece by piece. She also liked to lean into him and rub her hands over his chest when she could. Sometimes she'd nibble on his ear or plant kisses along his neck. Occasionally, she'd surprise him and stick pussy juice-coated fingers straight from her pussy into his mouth instead of the next bite of toast, but Alan was hardly complaining about it. Not only was it sexy, but her juices tasted good to him.

Alan thought, Man, this is the life! Mom's blowing me while Sis is feeding me. I'm living like a king! If only I could prolong this even more. I could live like this all day. But God damned school starts so early. Shit.

Susan was extremely relieved when he finally blew his load shortly after he finished eating. He ended up shooting it straight down her throat so she needn't have worried about messing up the nightgown after all. To her great shame, the feeling of his pulsing erection squirting hot cum into her throat was so exciting that she climaxed along with him. The only thing she could be grateful for was that her lips were so busy trying to coax every last drop of sperm out of him that she never had a chance to open her mouth wide and scream out. She imagined all her neighbors recoiling in horror as she screamed, "Tiger! Fuck your mommy's mouth!"

When it was done, she slid to the floor, bedraggled and sweaty. As usual, she was wracked with guilt, but also happily drunk with (temporarily) satiated lust. Already she was feeling forlorn over the eight hours her children would have to be away at school.

Alan was scarcely in better shape as he slumped in his chair like she'd sucked his soul out along with what felt like a gallon of cum. He was in no shape to go to school.

Luckily though, Katherine wiped him clean, helped him dress, brought him his backpack, and all but shoved him out the front door.

All in all it was a very good morning for everyone and an especially great morning for Alan. As Katherine and Alan rushed out the front door with their backpacks to bike to school, Katherine muttered to her brother, "You owe me one."

Susan managed to stand up and stagger to the front door to see them off. Only as she stood at the front window waving good-bye did she realize she was still nude. She blushed and ducked down, but luckily no one had seen. She blushed as she chided herself for her carelessness and lack of control, but already she couldn't wait for Suzanne to come over so she could recount to her exactly what happened. Talking to Suzanne about blowjobs was nearly as much fun for her as the blowjobs themselves, which was saying quite a lot. Plus, such conversations helped her pass the lonely hours until her children came home.

CHAPTER 3

Alan was distracted in class, as usual. For his first three classes, all her could do was think about his great morning and how his mother sucking him off while his sister fed him. But as soon as he entered his fourth period history class taught by Glory, it was like a switch flipped in his brain and all his attention turned to thoughts about his sexy teacher. Alan's mind worked in such a way that whatever or whomever had his attention tended to have all of his attention.

Now that he had more sexual experience he didn't just dream of seeing Glory naked - he very vividly imagined all kinds of sexual things they could be doing together. Occasionally he looked around the class and marveled in the fact that the other students weren't all staring at him, since he was practically drooling and cumming in his chair as he fantasized spending private time with his teacher.

But the great thing was, as soon as class was over, his fantasies became reality. As usual, Glory was formally attired, with a business-like dress, fancy stockings, and lacy underwear. As soon as all the other students left, leaving Alan alone with Glory, she took her clothes off piece by piece, drawing it out to drive him wild.

Because of his tennis schedule, she said as she stripped, "This week, let me focus on pleasing you. You'll be able to play better if your penis is well-drained before your matches, so you should let me relieve you every single day this week. We don't want to get into the habit of meeting every single day all the time or people will get suspicious, but we should risk it this week, for your tennis games. Then, if you do well enough, I'll give you a big reward when it's over, to celebrate your victory."

Alan was far from the best player on the tennis team, and knew he had no chance of winning the whole tournament. But he also figured, Glory knows I'm not a great player. I'll bet her definition of "victory" is pretty generous. As long as I still have a pulse when the tournament is over, she's gonna give me something good. Maybe she'll even let me fuck her! I sure could use some more fucking outlets, with all the frustration about that at home. To fuck Glory would be so heavenly!

By the time he mumbled his approval, Glory's mouth was already around his prick, happily slurping away. As he generally did at home, he just stood there basking in the euphoria, rather than actively thrusting his hips or forcing her head back and forth.

Glory was doing a great job and didn't need any help or encouragement. Alan loved the way her tongue worked. It wasn't particularly long, but it was relentlessly active, always darting from here to there, always coming up with surprises. It made her a great kisser, too.

She looked up after a short while and said, "Let's work on our blowjob teamwork. There's nothing I'd like to do more than suck you off the whole lunch period long. You can work on your control, and I'll work on how long my jaws can endure. Tell me when you're getting close, young man, because I don't want to see you shooting off early!"

She said this in a stern voice, as if reminding him to complete a homework assignment. He thought, If only Sean or Peter could see me now. They both have her as a teacher and think she's hot. Heck, everyone thinks she's hot. What would they think if they heard her say, "There's nothing I'd like to do more than suck you off the whole lunch period long"? Of course they wouldn't believe it. I can scarcely believe it myself, even as I caress the back of her head and hear and feel her slurping and sucking. Who says women don't like giving blowjobs?

Sure enough, she sucked him and stroked him for the whole lunch period. She didn't deep throat him per se since that felt so good that he couldn't last more than a minute or two without squirting and she really wanted to see if they could do it for the whole time. But she seemed hardly bothered by her gag reflex and often plunged down so deep that her nose tickled his pubic hair.

After a while, her energy started to sag. They took brief breaks here and there, but even with those so much tongue work and jaw work was tiring.

Alan remembered how much she got off on the idea of being naked in front of class, so he said to help revive her, "You know, I don't know if I'll be able to cum before class is over. Why don't I just stand behind the podium and you can keep on sucking me? I'll pretend to be a guest lecturer and you kneel inside the podium as much as you can."

Glory liked that idea so much she insisted they practice it right away. She knelt with her back against the podium which kept her head below the top of it. The class, had there been one, actually would not have been able to see her there from their seats. However, if one stood at the door, there was no way to miss her.

Alan rather rued coming up with the idea because Glory insisted that he pretend to be a guest lecturer and try to give a lecture on the European discovery of America. "Try" was the operative word. She redoubled her efforts to distract him so heavily that he couldn't think, much less talk at length about some obscure history subject.

Most of Alan's lecture sounded something like this. "So Columbus, he, uh... he sailed to ocean blue in 1492. ... Um, and uh... Let's see... There were, uh, three ships... UGH! God, that's so good. The Nina, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria. ... He, uh, was trying to sail to India and calculated that uh, that uh... The um... JESUS! Glory, how do you expect me to last the whole lunch if you keep doing that? I'm only human, you know. ... Um, where was I? Um, so Columbus, he uh, thought the world was round and- JEEEE-SUS! Not the balls too?! I'm gonna blow for sure!"

It would have been a pretty pathetic lecture, but it was a great blowjob. The more Glory could make him stumble and lose his place, the happier she was.

As if lecturing wasn't tough enough, Alan was also forced to stand the whole time. He ended up clutching the podium with a death grip, just struggling to remain standing. Her blowjobs were that good.

But as good as they were, Glory was holding back. She was watching the clock and when she deemed it was time for Alan to cum, she went into overdrive, grasping his balls and flying forward and back over his shaft until it seemed to Alan like her whole head was a blur from moving so quickly.

Alan fell to his knees and slumped against the podium, still clutching on to what he could so he didn't fall all the way to the floor. It was like the heavens opened up and a choir of angels sang when he finally reached orgasm and pumped his load into his teacher's mouth.

Then followed what was becoming a post-orgasmic ritual. Alan could do little more than melt into the floor. He was so overcome his knees felt like rubber.

Glory, though, grabbed a can of air freshener and tried to cover up the smell of their deeds. Her hair was particularly tussled from the rapid fire style near the end, so she took some time brushing her hair until she looked semi-normal. She wore lipstick every day (which tended to leave red rings around Alan's penis), so she was always careful to apply a fresh coat of lipstick and make sure his penis was cleaned up.

By this time, Alan had more or less revived. Glory would examine him and fuss over his clothes and hair until he was presentable, and send him on his way. It seemed she always perfectly timed it so he left just a minute or two before the first students started coming in for fifth period. Oftentimes he would linger in the hall and watch for the others to arrive to see just how much time they had to spare.

Alan ended up playing tennis the entire sixth period hour, and then another hour and a half on top of it. There were sixteen players on the team, so he had five days to play the other fifteen players.

CHAPTER 4

When the games were over, Alan rushed off to Kim's house directly and showered there. His energy problem was the same as it always was and he really wanted to nap, but he figured he could work in an hour or two of sex and then take a late nap at home before dinner. That's exactly what he did.

Alan showed up at Kim's house at 4:30. Even more time passed while he finished his shower, but he nonetheless wanted to take things slow.

He told Kim and Katherine while he sat naked on Kim's bed, drying his head with a towel, "I've been reading some books on sex, and last time I was too excited to use what I learned. Now I want to try this stuff out. There's a book that goes on about how awesome tender, slow love is. So that's what I'd like to try. Did you know a woman is supposed to have seventeen different erogenous zones?"

"Seventeen?" Katherine asked quizzically. "That can't be right." She and Kim sat side by side next to him, naked and eagerly waiting to see whom he'd choose to fuck first.

Alan pointed his finger at Katherine and tossed the towel aside. "Kim, hope you don't mind, but I think I'll start with some sister fucking."

No one was too surprised by that. Katherine immediately hopped up onto the bed and lay down.

Alan resumed his train of thought about erogenous zones even as he smiled and he pressed himself down onto his sister. "Seventeen zones, Sis. Seventeen."

"No way!"

"Yeah, way." He pushed his penis straight in. "You're going to find out. There's the back of the knees, the earlobes, the armpits..."

"Armpits? No way, Big Rig Brother. There's nothing sexy about that. ... Oh, God, it's so full! My poor pussy just ... can't take it. ... Push! Harder!"

"That's what the book says, Shaved Little Sister. Let's check it out. But I can't do two women at once. Let me show Katherine first, and then I'll show you, Kim. Then, once I get the hang, I can get some help, like I'm Santa and I've got a sex elf."

Kim laughed. "I could have guessed who gets the seventeen zone treatment first, but that's okay. I'm happy to be a sex elf, if that helps. Looks like you're getting into the Christmas spirit early."

Alan smiled at that while he started to find his fuck rhythm. "Yeah, they say Christmas starts after Halloween these days. Let's do just a little bit of this in and out and then move to some slower stuff. Bouncy Little Sister, I like how Kim has you all lubed up with pussy cum and then some before I even arrived."

"Oh, I am. I'm so fucking ready!" Katherine panted. "Spear me! Fuck with it! Fuck! Fast fuck! Fast fuck! Hit me with your baby juice!"

Alan gave his sister a quick but hard and intense five minute fuck. The sound of his balls repeatedly slapping against her filled the room.

But then, right as they were both about to cum, he came to a complete stop. Both Kim and Katherine were puzzled and began to wonder if he'd passed out. But after a minute he opened his eyes and resumed his rutting, but in a completely different way. He then settled down for a relaxed, "tender love" fuck.

Kim was content to watch and masturbate. She was realistic enough to recognize that she wasn't as beautiful as Katherine and could never compete with the incest taboo and close sibling bond.

With the slower fucking, Alan had time to try out his book learning of the seventeen zones. Sure enough, Katherine discovered erogenous zones she didn't even knew she had, like the sole of her foot. She really got into having her toes sucked, and she also had a sensitive neck and ears. Alan made a note to focus on her toes especially a lot more in the future.

During a strategic pause to give his penis a second wind, he put his fingers in her pussy and played around inside. Even though she was somewhat sore from the just concluded fuck, she wanted more. He said, "Speaking of zones, let's not forget the best spot of all. Your G-spot. Right here." He knew it pretty well on his sister from previous sessions, and had no trouble locating it this time. "I'm gonna get to know this spot so well. I'm going to be a God damned G-spot-ologist."

She purred and moaned. She was in seventh heaven.

As they played with each other, Alan spoke his mind freely. "Little Sis, I have to be honest. I really think you are the best looking girl in school." Suddenly he remembered that Kim was in the room, masturbating just a couple feet away from them. He belatedly added, "No offense, Kim."

"None taken. And I'd agree she at least ties. When you get to looks like Heather, Christine, and Katherine, it becomes impossible to pick a best."

"See Sis? Screw Heather. I think her tits are fake and probably half of the rest of her is augmented somehow. Your body is so outstanding. You don't have a single blemish; hardly even a scraped knee. And your face is so pretty. You could be a model, and I do mean a really high paid model. How lucky am I to have such an amazing sister?"

But Katherine pouted, "What about Christine?"

Alan had to be very diplomatic because there was no denying Christine was a total knockout and all real. "I agree with Kim. When you get to that level of beauty, it becomes pointless to compare. All I know is that every time I see you, I want to love you, possess you, fill you up with my cum."

Katherine squirmed under his excitedly. "Oh, Brother! Me too! I love you too!"

They kissed and shared their loved for each other.

But not wanting to hurt Kim's feelings, Alan soon turned to Kim and said, "I think you're very beautiful too. And you're still growing; in another year you'll be even more of a stunner. But you have to understand that my feelings for my sister are different."

Kim understood. "No problem. Believe you me, I completely agree. Your sister is hot. Your whole family is remarkably good looking, including you and of course your mother. You Plummers must have the most amazing genes."

Alan smiled a wry smile, because Kim forgot both he and his sister were adopted.

Katherine finally replied, "You think you're lucky, Big Farm Silo Brother? How lucky am I to have such an amazing brother like you?" She gazed into Alan's eyes. "I've loved you so long. I don't care if you happen to be my brother. You're the one that I love."

"I love you too, Little Sis. In fact, I'm really glad that you're my sister, because that means I'm fucking the girl I love the best. I have my own Playboy centerfold model just across the hall from my bedroom, ready to fuck any time."

"Not just ready," Katherine corrected. "I live for it! I suck on pens and pencils all day long at school, just dreaming about you filling my mouth or my pussy."

Kim laughed. "It's true. The funny thing is, she really does. I keep having to secretly whisper for her not to be so obvious about her pencil sucking."

"I stand corrected," he said, amused. "But my point is, not only are you the ultimate fuck, but you're also the kindest, most loving girl. You always make this brother so happy, way before our sex even started, just by being you."

Both of them shed a few tears of happiness even as they continued their gentle foreplay. Alan was still toying with her G-spot.

Kim still gave them their space but played with herself more or less non-stop. She ardently wished that she had a sibling after seeing how good Katherine and Alan were for each other.

The siblings took about half an hour to fuck the slow way, and more time fondling afterwards, so Alan's time was running out.

CHAPTER 5

But Alan was a gentleman and he didn't neglect Kim. He spent the next half hour after that giving the younger cheerleader a slow, exploratory fuck. Just as with Katherine, he made sure to stimulate every single one of the seventeen zones the book described. Some of his explorations were a success, others not so much.

But he didn't neglect some old fashioned fucking as well and he worked up to that as his finale. His thrusts pushed her body along until he literally fucked her off the bed and onto the floor. That didn't stop them. He kept on going. The force of his thrusts pushed her backwards along the floor until they came to a wall.

Katherine thought that was hilarious.

Alan also remembered his mother's advice from the night before: Force her to do what you want. Bend her to your will. He had a hard time treating his sister gruffly or any different than he normally treated her. But since he didn't know Kim that well and she seemed so amenable to just about anything, he practiced a new style on her.

Alan was normally a very polite guy. But now he tried just doing what he wanted, and screw politeness. To his surprise he found that Kim, if anything, liked his aggressive sexual manner even better than his polite one.

She grew noticeably excited from him merely telling her what to do with her body. It excited him, too. He told her: "Pull your leg up to your chest," or "Suck my balls," or "Lick the ass of my little supermodel sister," and so on, and Kim would do it without question. Before long it seemed she waited expectantly for more orders from him or his sister, as she preferred being told what to do.

He thought back to when he and Katherine were worried that Kim would blackmail Katherine into being a sex slave. It was obvious now that that wasn't in her nature and she was a submissive type.

Now that he was more comfortable with his new "seventeen zones" techniques from practicing one on one, Katherine joined in after Alan had cum into Kim (using a rubber), and the three of them just played around with each other.

Mostly Katherine and Alan practiced stimulating Kim's lesser-known erogenous zones. Kim was so overcome with pleasure she felt she would die. It seemed to her as if she was in a sauna where the temperature went up and up until she couldn't breathe.

At one point, with Alan sucking her toes while reaching up and tweaking her big hard clit and Katherine licking her neck and twisting her nipples, Kim cried out, "Stop! I can't take it! I'm burning up like an oven!"

But part of Alan's new experimental strategy was to just override Kim's wishes, so they didn't let up. It was the first time he could recall where he kept going when someone said stop.

Kim responded with the best orgasm she'd ever had in her life. She screamed louder than she'd ever screamed before, too.

When it was over, Kim said to Katherine, "Oh. My God. I may be a Lesbian, but good fucking is good fucking. We should enjoy sharing him now, because when word gets out about what this boy can do, they're going to be lining up to get fucked!"

Katherine replied with mixed emotions, "They already are."

Now time was really running out, but there was one more thing Alan wanted to do. He said, "All right, I've pleased you both a lot today, haven't I?"

Katherine and Kim nodded enthusiastically.

"Right. Good. Well, even though the three of us have been getting to know each other pretty well, there's one thing we haven't done that I'd really like done now. Namely, I've never had two women suck me off at the same time, and I want you two to be the first."

Katherine responded jokingly, "Sure, maybe we can help you out. But first I have to ask, what have you done for me lately?"

Kim though didn't see the joke. She immediately griped, "Girl, what are you talking about? If Alan gives us a command, we have to obey it immediately. Are you so selfish that you'd put your needs above his? What's wrong with you?"

"Chill, Kim," Katherine responded testily. "That was just an attempt at humor, you know, like the Janet Jackson song. The way Alan just fucked both of our brains out until we were delirious with joy, I thought it was obvious that 'what have you done for me lately' was a joke. I mean, have you ever felt better in your life?"

"Oh. Right. Sorry. But let's not sit here and gab all day. Look: Alan wants us to suck him off together and we're so thoughtless that no one is even holding his penis!" Kim immediately grabbed it and resumed stroking it. "If Alan says 'jump' then our only response should be 'how high,' right?"

"Of course. You don't have to tell me that."

"Then what are you waiting for? His penis needs us, and time is running out." Kim started tonguing, and Katherine quickly leaned in and followed suit.

As Katherine swirled her tongue around the head of Alan's penis and then alternately lightly blew on it, she thought, Geez. What's with Kim? Those were my lines. She's trying to be even more ingratiating and eager than I am. She's been doing it all day long, but even more since Alan strangely started ordering her around this last half-hour or so...

Well, I'm sorry Kim, but you have to realize that you're the second fiddle here. Alan is MY brother. With the modest size of your tits and the slimness of your hips, you're lucky he fucks you at all. Alan fucks only the best! He says that I'm centerfold material, and I have to constantly prove that's so. As soon as he isn't around, I'm going to have to make it clear to you that you can't upstage me. I'm having enough trouble competing with all the giant jugs at home - I don't need to compete here as well.

The two of them were having trouble sharing the penis - each wanted too much of it. Katherine opened her eyes, and Kim, somehow sensing that, opened her own eyes and looked back. Katherine shot daggers of anger at Kim.

The younger girl immediately backed off. She mostly retreated to the base of Alan's penis, leaving Katherine with the top half where she could deliver more pleasure.

Katherine took full advantage, and soon was alternating between licking and sucking his penis head.

Alan lay back on the bed, enjoying things, while he played with a different girl's tit with each hand.

Katherine thought, as if she could pass a message to Kim telepathically, Now that's better. We're happy to have you and use your house, Kim, and I love you dearly, but don't forget that Alan wants to fuck me first and last. You'd best be serving not just him, but me too. ... Ah. That's much better.

Katherine was encouraged by Kim's continued deference to Katherine's position at the top of Alan's penis. Instead of bickering, we should work together to give Alan the best blowjob he's ever had. Kim was now looking up at Katherine, and Katherine tried to project a message telepathically to her. Go to his balls. Suck his balls.

Not surprisingly, the telepathy didn't work, but Katherine motioned downwards with her eyes, and Kim lowered herself until she reached Alan's balls. She started sucking on one of his ball sacks, and Katherine gave an approving nod.

Katherine thought, as if talking to Kim, Good. Later I'm not only going to have to talk to you about your proper place, but we're also going to have to work out a nonverbal communication system so we can act as one to please him. He's spent so much time giving us orgasms today, but Kim is right. It's us who should put HIS needs first. The more we pleasure him, the more he pleasures us. If he starts seriously boning the likes of Amy, Christine, and Heather, I'm not going to see him much. Kim and I have to keep him so satisfied that he doesn't feel the need to wander.

Alan was oblivious to the jockeying for position his request had created; he only knew that he was being given one hell of a blowjob. Dang! This is too awesome. I need these dual blowjobs more often.

As good as this is, just imagine if this was Susan and Katherine! My sister and mother sucking me off together. I never would have imagined that in a million years and now I'm sure it'll happen someday. Or Susan and Suzanne! What a combo that would be. Or Suzanne and Katherine. Or Amy with any of the above. Especially with Suzanne's extra long tongue.

Or, hell, throw in Glory with anyone. She sucks some serious cock. Glory and Suzanne?! Fuck! The two most talented tongues at once. I think I'd die of pure joy with that combo. But this right here is pretty fucking awesome. We're going to have to do this every time from now on.

When Alan finally had to cum, Katherine had let Kim migrate back to the tip of his penis, and both of them were working on it. But as he started to spurt, Kim backed off and let Katherine place her mouth over the tip and drink it all in. Katherine was gratified by that, and to show her gratitute, once her brother had shot all his ropes, she French kissed Kim and pushed some of his cum into Kim's mouth as a reward for a job well done.

Alan could well imagine what was going between their cum-filled mouths, and the thought nearly got him hard again. But he was tired, and didn't stir from his restful pose.

But it was already six o'clock, and time to go. Dinner at the Plummer house was usually around 6:30, and Alan still needed his daily nap. He decided he would tell Susan that he'd have his food heated up after an exceptionally late nap.

As they were getting dressed and cleaned up, Alan asked the two girls, "So, what did you think of the stuff from the book? Is the slow, tender love better than the fast kind?"

Kim answered, "Both are great. It's like great taste vs. less filling. Why should I have to choose just one? The important thing is that you fuck us every way you can."

Katherine chimed in. "I agree. You know how to fuck us good, Big Umbrella Brother. You're like some kind of master lover twice your age. I don't think anyone would believe you've only been doing this for a couple of weeks! I don't care how you fuck me, fast or slow, front or back, or whatever, because you know and read my moods so well. Anything you want is good. The important thing is that you keep fucking me."

Alan replied modestly, "If you like what I'm doing, don't thank me, thank the books. Anyone my age could do the same. Between this and the PC muscle control I've been working on, it's all just book learning."

Kim pointed out, "Yeah, that may be partly true, though I think you've got a lot of natural talent. But how many teenage guys bother to read such a book, or even try to please the woman at all? Guys are such self-centered jerks." Realizing she was speaking to a guy, she belatedly added, "Um, you excepted, maybe. At least you know how to show a woman a good time."

Alan laughed. "No worries. I understand what you mean. Guys generally are jerks. I can be a jerk. But I've been learning that the more I please a woman, the more powerful my orgasms end up too."

Katherine, trying to show that she was the more devoted lover, said, "That may be, but from now on Kim and I resolve to think not of our desires and needs, but only of yours. This is no longer the S-Club, the Service Club. It's the SA-Club. The Service Alan Club."

Kim laughed gleefully. "Right! You said it, girl! Alan is naturally so good at pleasing us that we have to up the ante to keep up with him. We have to show nothing less than total devotion." She licked her lips and stared at him with slavish lust.

Alan laughed them off and made a couple self-deprecating jokes, but secretly he was very pleased with their attitude. He thought, This must be what it's like to be an Alpha Male gorilla. The Alpha Male gets as many women as he wants. The only difference is the gorilla has to fight off all the other gorillas constantly. Whereas everything is handed to me as if on a platter. I wonder how that happened?!

The rest of the evening was fairly uneventful for Alan. Susan felt ashamed over what happened in the morning and dressed rather conservatively. In so doing, she was challenging him to order her to dress more sexily, but he was too tired to want to get something started with her. She ended up feeling deeply disappointed and regretful about the outfit she'd chosen.

Alan had a couple of hours of homework to do and also felt very sexually satiated, so he never got around to asking for more help to reach his daily target.

By the time Susan came in to give him a goodnight kiss in a see-through nightie, he was all but asleep, so she did little more than kiss him on the nose and tuck him in. He ended up with five climaxes for the day.

Susan went to bed feeling very disappointed. Her only consolation was some words Suzanne had told her recently: "Your son is becoming such a sexual stud that you're going to have to learn to share. There will be days you may not touch his cock at all. But don't be sad; be proud that he has so many sexy helpers who are all sharing the joy."

Still, that was small consolation for her.

Katherine on the other hand had a bit more fun. Even though she was sensitive from a good fucking, she still found the energy to help Amy shave her pussy. It had just been shaved the day before yesterday, but Katherine noted, "You can never be too careful about these things." In fact, they were now shaving each other's pussies every day almost without fail.

Katherine was feeling highly sexed lately, and if she could only be with Alan a couple of times a week for the time being, she consoled herself by mutually getting off with Amy.

Katherine also had further chance to note Amy's "fluid leakage problem." As Katherine later told Alan, she discovered that twisting Amy's nipples also added to Amy's leakage dilemma, especially since she tweaked one of Amy's nipples at the same time she fingered Amy's pussy. Their only problem was they couldn't make too much noise.

Susan assumed the two girls were spending their time in the bathroom doing "girl stuff" with makeup and what not, so with the doors locked they didn't have to worry about being found out. But cries of ecstasy could give the game away, so they were careful to climax very quietly.

CHAPTER 6 (Tuesday, Nov. 5)

Alan woke up a couple of minutes before his alarm clock was supposed to go off, something he often did when he was well rested. For once, he was well rested. He looked over at his clock, and saw that it read 6:54 A.M. Then it occurred to him that the day was a Tuesday. Ah, yes. A Tuesday. Excellent. God, how I love Tuesdays. I wonder what my mom has in store for me today. Just how many abnormality checks am I going to get? This is going to be great, heh-heh-heh.

He rolled over and looked to the other side of his room. There, sitting in front of his computer, was his mother. The shades were drawn, so the light from the computer screen was the only light in the very dim room, but it was enough light for Alan to clearly see that she was naked except for a pair of panties. Oh yes! That's what I'm talking about! Is every Tuesday for the rest of my life going to be like this? Because I certainly would not be complaining if that was the case. No sir! Not at all.

Alan still hadn't hit his alarm clock or made any noise to indicate he was awake. Before Susan became aware of him, he wanted to admire the view of her divine naked form a little longer, so he kept quiet. I'll bet she's here to wake me up with the "cock hungry mother alarm clock" blowjob she's done so very rarely. That would be perfect. But what's she doing in the meantime?

Alan was able to see more clearly as his eyes adjusted to waking. She's masturbating, certainly. No surprise there, though I wish I could watch her do it more often.

Susan was groping a tit with one hand, and had the other hand down the front of her panties. It didn't take a genius to know what her fingers were doing down there.

He continued thinking, But what is she masturbating to? She is looking at the computer screen. My screen. I hope she isn't looking at my porn collection. That's kind of embarrassing, even if we did buy some of it together once. I've got all kinds of incest stories on there.

He strained to read the screen from across the room while being careful not to make any noise to alert her. There was no way he could read any text, but he saw the screen was mostly filled with a picture of a smiling kid wearing a baseball cap. Hey! That's a picture of me! Let's see. That would be from four years ago, when I was on that baseball team.

Wow, that's kind of freaky. She is getting off on pictures of me in a baseball uniform from when I was fourteen years old! Did she have the hots for me then? No. Impossible. I guess she just likes a good picture of me.

Susan clicked through several other pictures from a folder Alan had of some of his favorite digital pictures through the years. She lingered on the ones of him and especially on the ones of him and her together. Then she gave up looking at the screen altogether as she drew closer towards a climax.

He noticed her lean forward towards the computer and check out the time on the screen's bottom right corner. He closed his eyes again before she could turn his way. Given that it was only a couple of minutes before his alarm was to go off, he knew she would be coming over to him. He was as excited as he could get, knowing what was about to happen. He heard her quiet footsteps and then felt her gently drawing herself up onto his bed. Then there was a click of the sound of his clock alarm being turned off. His heart beat louder in anticipation with every passing second.

Susan gingerly and ever so slowly drew his blankets and sheets down. He heard a gasp, and then a whisper: "God it's so good. So hard! So good! I'm the luckiest mother in the whole world..." Alan had been sleeping in the nude ever since his sexual awakening so she didn't have to worry about removing any pajamas.

Alan could feel her weight shifting on the bed, until he sensed she was between his legs. And then, finally, incredibly, he felt her hands on his erection. He heard another whisper: "So hard. Always hard. Always. Hard and big." Then he felt her sink her mouth around his excited rod.

She didn't do anything more - she had the hard-on pointing up with her face at the tip so she could look out over his stomach and watch out for any movement from his face. Clearly she wanted to make sure he was awake before beginning to suck in earnest, just in case he woke with a sudden jerk or yell.

Since he was already awake and loving life, he decided to be a little playful, and spoke before even opening his eyes. "Hmm. What's that feeling? Something strange. ... Why, that must be my new alarm clock! 'The cock hungry mother' model! I love that clock!"

He opened his eyes and looked down his body towards his crotch. His mother looked back up at him, smiling. Her mouth was filled with cock, but she managed to murmur, "Good morning, Tiger! Riiiing! Riiiing!" Then she went after his penis with an abandon. Her cheeks sunk in as she sucked it in as deep as she could go, given that she didn't know how to deep throat. Still, she swallowed much more than half.

Alan sat up and leaned forward so he could stroke her hair while his penis stroked her tonsils. "Good morning, Mom. I love it! To what do I owe this great pleasure? Is it because it's a Tuesday?"

"Mmmm hmmm," she replied without pausing to take the penis from her mouth.

"Awesome! I'm really getting to love Tuesdays. Screw 'Thank God It's Friday.' I much prefer 'Can You Believe Your Cocksucking, Huge-titted, Fine-assed, Long-legged, Gorgeous-faced, Sexy Mother Is Going to Give You Lots of Blow Jobs Tuesday.'"

She chuckled through her penis-stuffed mouth. She was very proud of her growing cocksucking skills.

"Can I look forward to plenty of abnormality checks today?"

Her tongue swirled around and around his penis head that was inside her mouth while her lips sucked on the tip. "Mmmm hmmm."

"How many, Mom?"

She took the penis out of her mouth long enough to answer, "So many! All day! Your mommy needs your cock, Son. She needs it bad. She needs it like she needs air to breathe. She'll suck it as often as you can stand it, and then suck it some more. Not just on Tuesdays. Any time. Always. Forever. She just looooves to suck her little boy's cum-filled cock! So yummy!"

Then she stuck it back in, and redoubled her efforts. It was as if it was a torture for her to keep the penis out of her mouth to say so many words, and she tried to make up for the lost time. Her hands meanwhile clawed at his hips and stomach as if she were desperately trying to save herself from drowning. Once again, she insistently moaned, "Mmmm... mmmm... MMMM! MMMM! MMMM!"

Soon Alan went from gently stroking her hair to grabbing her head and holding on for dear life. He was so excited that he hardly lasted five minutes, even with all of his PC muscle control.

Susan was very happy though, and shook all over with numerous orgasms of her own. Even if her son didn't touch her in any way, giving him a blowjob almost always caused her to have her own climaxes.

Alan gave her an especially big load; it was more than she could swallow.

What she didn't gobble up she rubbed into her skin like it was facial cream. As she did, she complained, "We're just so wicked." But she couldn't stop smiling.

When she was done and they calmed down a bit, she said, "Thank you. Mommy thanks you so much for your big load of yummy sperm."

"No. Wait. I should thank YOU, Mom. You were great."

"That's nice that you're so polite, but don't thank me. It's your mommy's duty to suck you off whenever you like it. She wants to be your favorite cocksucking helper. Your mommy thinks your sperm is the greatest drink in the world."

"Sperm?" He knew that wasn't the technically correct word since sperm was something in semen, but somehow it sounded better than semen, especially the way she said it, as if it was almost too naughty a word to contemplate.

"Yes. Sperm. Spunk. Semen. Jism. Mommy loves it. So don't thank her for enjoying it. That's like giving someone a big bag of money and thanking them for taking it off your hands. Mommy thanks you for sharing it. She doesn't care what it's called as long as it's exploding all over inside her throat. But enough talk. It's also Mommy's duty to clean you off when she spills your precious seed like this. Every drop is precious. Excuse me while Mommy licks your cock clean."

Sure enough, she thoroughly licked his crotch completely dry (not that there was much of a mess there to begin with, since most of the cum had landed in her mouth).

She cleaned him with her tongue so enthusiastically that soon Alan was erect again. The cleaning was rapidly becoming another blowjob.

But Alan said, "Uh-oh. We should stop." He pushed her head away while he still had some self-control. "I have a feeling we could go on like that all day. But I only have an hour to get ready for school, so it's a tight squeeze to get everything done as it is. Now we're starting late, so we really gotta rush. Plus, Katherine needs you for breakfast too."

"Oh, poo," Susan pouted. "Poop de doo. What a meanie." She sat up on her knees between his legs so Alan could have a better view of her statuesque body.

He could see that her panties were literally dripping like water coming off of a completely drenched towel.

She grabbed her boobs with both hands and played with her nipples. "Are you sure you don't want to play with Mommy a little more? She likes to play with her son, especially his cock. Isn't it so delightfully naughty to have Mommy as your little cocksucker?"

Alan sat up. "You'd better believe it is! I take it you're finally okay with the word 'cock'? Sometimes you are and sometimes you aren't and I get confused."

"Well, let's not give our innocent Angel a potty mouth. But it's okay if it's just between you and me, your little cocksucker mommy."

His stroked her long silky hair. "You're not so little, Mom. Everything about you is big. Big and tall and curvy. And soft. And sweet. And perfect. So fucking perfect. So beautiful."

He ran his hands up and down her arms slowly, and then around her shoulders. Then his hands migrated down to her tits. But to his surprise her hands reached out and grabbed his before he could reach her shapely globes.

She said with a twinkle in her eye, "Boundaries, Tiger, boundaries. You're right. We can't allow all this fun to interfere with your school schedule. It's time for a shower and breakfast. Chop chop!" She pushed him backwards and he stumbled out of bed.

Alan didn't understand her shifting red light and green light moods, but he didn't try to fight it. She totally let me play with her tits yesterday, and today's a Tuesday! I should get to do even more. What a drag.

He walked over to his drapes and opened them, letting a flood of light into the room.

She walked over next to him before his window, still wearing nothing but panties, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Now Tiger, remember: when you go down to breakfast, our Angel will be there, so we have to go back to normal. I unfortunately can't wear clothes as sexy as I'd like, or I'd probably just plain cook breakfast naked, which would be even better. But we have to have boundaries. There's a time for play, and a time for work. Now's the time for work. But if at any point you find your massive penis is throbbing and straining from all that terrible cum build-up and you just can't stand it, just 'get my attention,' if you know what I mean. You know how to do that."

She added under her breath but just loud enough for Alan to hear, "Oh God, do you know how to do that!"

Alan placed a hand on her ass cheek and caressed it. "It's like that right now and pretty much whenever I see you, but I'll try my best."

She sighed with deep pleasure, "That's right. Fondle my ass. Just like that. Then I'll know your penis needs relief, and you and I will go somewhere for some privacy so I can take care of it. I hope you fondle my ass a lot today. Your mommy is going to need kneepads because she's going to be on her knees all day long, sucking your cock into oblivion of pure ecstasy. But now we should get a move on. There is that thing called school. Eight hours where I have to go without you."

"Ugh. Don't remind me." Alan stood there, as if lost in thought, while his hand continued to roam over both ass cheeks of his mother. He avoided her thighs and crotch, mostly because he knew those areas were a swampy jungle of wetness and he wanted to get dressed.

The two of them stared out of Alan's window at the new day, instead of at each other.

"Hey, Mom," Alan eventually said, "I wonder. Do you think anyone can see us from here?"

Alan's room was on the second floor, but it looked out over the street. They had a big front yard however, so it was quite a long way past some trees and a fence before one reached the sidewalk.

Susan was frightened to show her face, but she put such worries behind her when she mentally repeated Alan's comment: "Thrust your chest out and proudly poke your tits high up in the air, because you have nothing to be ashamed about."

She said confidently, "No. We don't really know too many of our immediate neighbors anyway. If anyone did see, they'd probably just think you're some guy with his girlfriend."

He wondered why she was arching her back and thrusting her chest up so much, but he didn't ask about it. "Hmm. You're right. But what if I AM with my girlfriend?" He leaned towards her, and said more quietly, but playfully, "What if my mother is my girlfriend?"

Susan literally swooned. Her nipples grew so hard it was actually painful. "Tiger, please! Don't say that. You know that's not true, but it makes me so tingly and moist to hear it. It makes me so hot! I'm not your girlfriend! Oh God! The very idea! ... I'm, I'm just helping you out with your medical problem. That's all."

Alan knew that wasn't true, but he didn't push it. Instead, he cooed, "If someone looked up here right now, I'm sure they'd think you're my girlfriend. They'd probably think we'd just been fucking all night long."

He heard her gasp and that made him smile.

He continued, "You're so young looking that you could practically pass as a high school student. The only problem is that you're too gorgeous. You're much too amazingly, fuckably, fantabulously gorgeous to belong in our high school. You'd cause a riot everywhere you go. Otherwise, I'd say you should come with me to school today. I'd be proud to introduce you to all my friends as my super hot girlfriend. They would positively melt with jealousy and lust."

"Alan Plummer! Stop that right now! 'A riot.' Really!" Susan protested, but with a delighted voice, not an angry one. "You're going to make my head swell up like a balloon with all your compliments. And please don't mention the F word. Between your devilish words and what your hand is doing to my butt, I have half a mind to throw you on your bed and have my way with you, buster." She added in a near whisper, "Or let you have your way with me."

The two of them continued to stare out of the window for some more moments while both of them considered that delightful possibility.

Alan noted how comfortable Susan was with her nakedness. She didn't seem the slightest bit bothered by the possibility that some neighbor might look up at her. He figured that in fact, it was most likely turning her on even more. He felt he could stand there, naked as the day he was born, staring out the window next to his mother, all day long. Exploring her ass cheeks with his hand certainly made it a lot more fun. But in fact only a couple of minutes passed.

Finally, she asked him, "Am I really that young looking?"

"You are, Mom, you are. It's like a teenager having a teenager for a mother. But you're right. We should stop." He looked at his alarm clock. "Oh shit. Seven fifteen already. This is going to be close. But what a great way to be late." Alan hurried over to his dresser so he could pick out some clothes.

Susan sauntered out of the room with a beaming face and a dripping pussy. She purposely slid her cum-slickened legs together after she closed his door and walked down to her room. My son keeps me squishy twenty-four hours a day. That's no lie. Squish, squish, squish!

She rubbed her legs together even more. What a great son! What a great life! Squishy squishy squish.

She would have liked to fall onto her bed and masturbate the morning away, dreaming of more cocksucking (to dream of anything more intimate was too scary for her). But she was needed in the kitchen, so she threw on some ordinary clothes. However, she purposely didn't clean her thighs off.

CHAPTER 7

Susan actually purposely dressed in a bland manner to see what Alan would do about it. She came downstairs wearing a loose gray sweater and ordinary dress.

To her glee, even though Katherine was sitting right there, Alan said, "Mom, you disappoint me. Don't you want to help with some visual stimulation?"

"Yes, normally, but I assume you're not going to need to get hard again before school." She was prodding him to be more aggressive.

"You can't assume that."

"Well, I'll remember that for next time."

"Mom, I want you to put on something sexy this morning. Not tomorrow."

"Oh dear. That sounds like an order. Is that an order?"

He was puzzled by her behavior, given what had happened the morning before. "No. Not an order. An urgent suggestion."

"Well, you're going to have to do better than that." She longed to be ordered what to wear.

Alan, though, had a deep mental resistance to ordering his mother around. It seemed like it wasn't a respectful thing to do and he always wanted to respect her. All he could say was, "Please. I'd really appreciate it."

"Okay. Tomorrow I'll wear something real nice."

"MoooOOOOoooom! Today is a Tuesday. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

She thought, Grrr! He's really hitting below the belt. How am I supposed to resist that? But she just said vaguely, "It means everything to me, dear. Tuesdays are so special. Don't you agree?"

"Then can't you change?"

Katherine finally butted in. "Mom, Alan wants you to go change right now and that's an order. Geez!"

Susan immediately stopped what she was doing in the kitchen and hurried towards the stairs. "if you insist, Angel." At least on a subconscious level, she wanted Alan to see how compliant she could be if only he was firmer with her. She went back to her bedroom and changed into a sexy nightgown.

Coming back downstairs, she felt even more ashamed than she usually did in such situations because her two children were already dressed for school, making her appearance in a see-through nightgown stand out.

Alan said, "Wow, Mom, you look great." She hurried right past where they sat in the dining room and bee-lined to the kitchen.

But before she could get past, Katherine said, "Hey, Mom, not so fast. Aren't you going to show yourself off for inspection?"

Susan stopped before she reached the kitchen counter, but kept her back turned to her children. "Inspection? I don't know anything about an inspection."

"Sure, Mom," Katherine said. "We have to see if that outfit is Alan-worthy."

Susan slowly turned her head around but tried to keep her pussy and tits from being seen. "Alan-worthy?"

"Yeah. Does it make him hard? Brother's totally flaccid right now, so this is a perfect time to test." She teached over where her brother was sitting and started to unzip his shorts.

"Um, Sis, there's a good reason why I'm flaccid. My penis is feeling overtaxed. Almost numb, in fact. Cumming again would not be a good idea."

"Who said anything about cumming? Let's just see if we can get your little soldier to salute. Mom, stand right here and let's see how your outfit rates on the ol' stiff-o-meter."

So Susan stood in front of her children, blushing and looking away in mortal shame. She was so nervous that she kept shifting her feet back and forth, causing her tits to wobble and showing off her long legs. "Angel, please! Can I go now?"

Katherine looked at her brother's penis. "Wait a sec... Nope. Still no response."

"Oh, poo! Please! I have to cook. I don't have time for this Mickey Mouse."

Katherine frowned. "You're right. This thing is dead as a doornail. Looks like we're going to have to go for the nuclear option." She leaned forward and whispered in her brother's ear, but loud enough so that her mother could just hear, "Brother, see that dark brown furry patch between Mom's legs? How would you like some of that?"

Alan protested, "SIs, I don't-"

But she ignored him and continued, "There's a real tight, hot hole right there. How would you like to slide your big pole right into her swampy wetness and take her, make her your slut? You know she wants it. Just look at her, look how wet she's getting and her pussy gets all lubed up in preparation for swallowing up your hot-"

Susan cried out, "Angel! NO! We can't talk about that. You're breaking the rules!" But even as she protested, her body was sending out other signals. Her body had been fidgety, but now she was panting and heaving all over and her blush spread down to her chest.

Katherine looked down at her brother's crotch. "Oh! Goody! Houston, we have lift-off. I knew that would work."

Susan looked at her son's instant erection and sighed. "Angel, you're incorrigible. That was so improper." She stomped to the kitchen trying to look mad.

But that was just a show. Katherine had opened a mental door for Susan that generally remained closed most all the time: the possibility of having full intercourse with her son. For the rest of the morning, she was on edge, in deep mental turmoil. The fact that Katherine lightly stroked Alan's erection every now and then, not to make it cum but just to keep it "hard and happy," only frustrated Susan even more.

Susan considered ordering Alan to tuck his erection away, if only so she could cool down before she did something rash. But she decided that since it was a Tuesday, she didn't want to be discouraging. She made a note to chasize her daughter later, however.

She grew wetter and wetter, and that made her think about how the wetness was lubrication to help a dick slide into her pussy, and that thought just caused her to get wetter still. She'd also been keeping some of Alan's cum from the blowjob earlier tucked away in a corner of her mouth and the constant taste of his seed nearly caused her to drop to her knees with orgasmic abandon.

All the while, she was careful not to clean up her inner thighs. The whole time she cooked breakfast, her juices continued to roll down her legs and drip onto the floor. She loved it, even though it distressed her that Katherine might see her wetness too. My virile, well-hung son keeps me in a state of perpetual wetness and arousal, ready to swallow cock at a moment's notice. It just seems so right! It must be part of God's mysterious plan.

By the time her children were ready to go to school, Susan was as hot as an oven. As Alan stood at the front door with his backpack, ready to say his usual good-bye, Susan surprised him again at the door by kissing him on the mouth. She knew it was yet another boundary violation, but she couldn't resist for one reason: she still had a bit of his cum in her mouth.

To his great surprise, she fed some of it into his mouth, almost causing him to gag. But it was just a little bit, no more than a few drops' worth. She just wanted him to know that she'd been keeping it and savoring it all through breakfast.

Alan's face was noncommittal after the kiss ended. With his lips still close to hers, he sniffed her face and realized that his suspicion was correct and said, "Mom, your whole face smells like my cum."

She smiled shyly. "You noticed. You don't mind? It's just that I love your cum so much."

This was true. She dreamed that she could soak in a pool his cum, gulping it down her throat by the glassful. She also loved cleaning Alan's bed sheets, something she did every day now that there were so many wet stains to get cleaned. She would always inhale the smell of the wet patches as long as she could - it was a way to have Alan at home even while he was at school.

Alan slung his backpack over his shoulder as he made to go. He wondered what to say. "Um, no. I don't mind. It does seem kind of, well, unusual, but... Hey, I gotta get going. See you later!"

She stepped forward and gave him another kiss on the lips with a lot of tongue action. This time, she stroked the considerable bulge in his shorts. She cooed, "Tiger, I don't know about letting you to go to school like this, all bursting with spermy goodness. Are you sure you don't want Mommy to take care of it? So what if you're a little late? I can drop to my knees right now."

Alan looked his mother up and down, lusting for her in her see-through nightie. But he was forced to say, "Mom, I'd totally love that, but I gotta listen to my penis and it's saying that it needs a rest. As soon as I start off for school I'm sure my boner will go down and I'll be fine."

"You sure?" She still rubbed his bulge.

"Yep."

"Positive?" She squeezed and rubbed it even more vigorously.

"Definitely."

She finally let go, looking crestfallen.

Alan was distraught too, but his penis was sending him signals telling him that he really had no choice but to give it a rest. As he finally left the house, he thought, How can I ever leave this house on my own free will? It's just too much fun, especially now that Ron's gone. Thank God for Glory to give me something to look forward to; otherwise going to school in the morning would be pure torture.

CHAPTER 8

The rest of the day passed quickly enough for Alan, sped along by another glorious lunch time blowjob from Glory. But he unexpectedly lost control after only five minutes or so and blew his load into Glory's mouth.

To his surprise, Glory suggested that he go and show his face at the school cafeteria. She constantly worried about getting caught and figured he was spending so much time with her that it was getting too suspicious.

He excused himself not long after and spent the rest of the lunch eating with his friends Sean and Peter. He would have rather spent the time with Glory just chatting, but he felt the need to make some face time with his friends.

On particularly sexually promising days like Tuesdays, sometimes he was dying of anticipation to hurry home, while other times he was deeply content. For most of the day he was deeply content, until the time to be going home drew nearer.

He played another couple hours of his tennis round robin, but by then he really wanted to hurry home. He knew his mother was waiting with her eager hands and warm mouth. He was so keen on getting home that he tore through his opponents and won all three matches. He was done before anyone else, less than an hour after school had finished.

Back home, Susan took off all of her clothes as soon as her two children left for school. Suzanne didn't come over at all, since Susan indicated she wanted the others to make themselves scarce on Tuesdays. So Susan walked around in the buff all morning long. She luxuriated in the freedom of complete nakedness, and spent much of the time fucking herself with her fingers, wherever she wanted to do it.

She let the answer machine take all the messages so reality wouldn't have to intrude. But she did have one appointment she couldn't miss. So she went shopping and ran a few errands for an hour or two. When she got back she thought she could have a "normal" day until Alan got back. But the idea of him coming home with a hard, cum-filled erection got her so excited that she was naked and masturbating within five minutes of getting back home.

By the time Alan got home, her pussy was sore and her hands were exhausted. But all that was just a prelude for what she hoped would be an afternoon filled with cocksucking. She felt like she had the first Tuesday she'd sucked and stroked Alan - she barely had any restraints on her behavior, but she loved it. She hoped he would have the self-control needed for the both of them.

Susan was so excited that she waited near the front entrance for Alan to arrive. Even though Alan came home earlier than expected because of the quick tennis games, she was already there, waiting.

She was dressed in a robe and sat seductively posing for him, playing with her long brown hair. "How was your day at school, Tiger?" She said that just like any mother welcoming a teenaged son home, except that she opened her robe and opened her legs as she said it.

Alan's eyes went back and forth between her breasts and bush. "It's been a very interesting and good day, especially before I went to school," he replied as he dropped his shorts and his hard rod sprang straight out. "You wouldn't believe it, but this totally hot woman sucked me off before breakfast. It was like she was some kind of cock-hungry alarm clock."

"That woman wouldn't have happened to be your endlessly horny mother, would it?" She wrapped her hands around his stiff penis, and drew her mouth to it.

"Why, as a matter of fact it was."

"I don't know what's with that woman," she said, smiling. "She's just crazy for your cock." She sank his penis deep into her mouth. Her tongue circled and circled around it, as if she was tracing the striped pattern on a candy cane.

Susan was getting much better at her blowjobs. Her shopping trip wasn't all business - she bought some books on how to better pleasure a man, and immediately put some of what she learned to use. Before Alan left for school she told him she would buy kneepads as something to say to excite him. But in fact she really did buy some of those as well. She didn't know if she'd ever use them, as the house had plush carpeting everywhere, but she wanted to be ready for any occasion. She rather hoped that she would be on her knees so much in so many different locations that she really would need them.

She played with his balls with skill and purpose, thanks to what she'd just read in her new book purchases. She remembered to stick a finger in his anus as well, like she had done a few nights before. But now she knew to look for the prostate gland and how best to stimulate it.

She rubbed her hands all over herself as she blew him, and even fingered her pussy some. She did that as much as she thought she could get away with without Alan noticing, since she was trying to pretend that she was in control of her desires and doing this just for his benefit. At first there were just a few light passes with her hand, but by the end she threw caution to the wind and rubbed herself openly. The whole blowjob was quick. Susan wanted his cum, and fast, and was ready to use every trick she knew to get a big mouthful of cum.

She said to him when they were done, "I hope you enjoyed that, because you're going to need to get used to it. I plan to feast on your penis every day, God help me! If I'm going to Hell, I might as well enjoy the way down."

Alan had a strong desire to kiss her on the lips in response, but realized he was bizarrely still (mostly) barred from doing that. He moved his mouth towards her to test if she would allow a kiss, but she turned her face away. So he gave her a peck on the cheek instead, saying, "I love you, Mom. You're the best mother any kid could ever have. How can you say you're gonna go to Hell for doing this, when it's what the nurse and the doctor want? Don't judge yourself so harshly."

Susan sighed. "I don't know if it's harsh, but I just can't take it any more. I've been trying to hide my desire and show restraint." She added sarcastically, "You can see what a great job I've been doing the last couple of days. ... But I've been getting so horny just waiting for you to come home."

About the only "productive" thing Susan did since coming home from her shopping trip was reading bits and pieces of the sex books. Of course, that led to more masturbating as she started thinking about doing all the things shown in the books, and she didn't even manage to read very much (mostly just the sections on oral sex).

She continued more urgently, "I won't play any more games; I'm not just helping you, I NEED your penis. Every day! You have needs, medical needs, but I have needs too. Life is just better with the taste of your cock in my mouth. I need to suck your cock. Please give it to me. Give it to me again right now!" As she finished saying this, she drew near him and made a desperate, begging face.

"Okay, Mom," Alan replied, more than a little overwhelmed. "Sure. I'd love that. I need a little time to get it back up again though. But are you open to taking things farther?"

"Alan!" she admonished him. "I'm your mother! Don't even think such improper thoughts!"

Alan privately rolled his eyes at the contradictions in her logic, but he was happy nonetheless at what she wanted to do. If she wanted to do nothing but suck his penis all the time, he was happy to go along with that, at least for a while, until he could push for more.

CHAPTER 9

Alan knew his penis was in no shape to get erect again any time soon, so he took a nap. He was exhausted from the two days of tennis, not to mention all the sexual activity, and he figured he would sleep a long time.

While he was sleeping, the doorbell at the front of house rang and Susan went to see who it was. Guests were so rare and unexpected lately that she had to quickly change from her robe into some more respectable clothes grabbed from the underwear cabinet.

Susan opened the door and saw Heather standing there. They'd never spoken to each other before, but Susan knew of her and recognized her, just as she knew of almost all of Alan and/or Katherine's acquaintances at school. She'd heard a lot of unfavorable gossip about Heather, but still knew nothing of the cheerleader's recent sexual antics or anything about any painting of panties.

Susan was momentarily shocked at the way Heather was dressed: tight short shorts and a white top so small that it was left to the bra underneath to cover up some of her boobs. But then Susan remembered that this was how Heather dressed all the time. The cheerleader was locally famous for her looks and the way she flaunted them.

"Hi Mrs. Plummer," the knockout cheerleader said. "Is Alan at home? We have plans to study together this afternoon." Recalling her last beach encounter with him, she added as a private joke to herself, "It's a cram session."

"Oh," Susan said, chagrined. Having a guest over meant everyone had to behave completely normally until the person left, and she wasn't happy about that, especially on a Tuesday. But she did her best to hide it. In a happier voice, she went on, "Hi Heather. He's here. I'm afraid though that he's taking a nap."

Heather looked at her watch. "This is the time we're supposed to start studying. It's for a class project; very important stuff. I'd better go and check if he's up yet. I'm sure he set his alarm or something, 'cos he knows I'm coming at this time."

Susan looked at her dumbly as what Heather was saying sank in. "Study? You two are going to study? TODAY?!"

Heather looked at her a bit puzzled. "Uh, yeah. Is there a problem with that?"

Susan felt crushed. How can I suck my Tiger when SHE'S here? Doesn't he know it's Tuesday? Doesn't he want to play with me all afternoon? ... On the other hand, maybe he's trying to be responsible. He does have to study, even on Tuesdays. And he said this is a tough week. Maybe he has some stuff due tomorrow. I wish he would have told me, though.

Susan suppressed a heavy sigh and screwed on a smiling face. "Oh. Okay. Come on in. Would you like something to drink or eat?" She led Heather into the interior of the house.

"No thanks. I want to make the most of our study time together. I'll just go check on him now, if that's okay."

"Sure thing. Up the stairs, first door to the left."

"Thanks! By the way, nice house." Heather hadn't known that Alan practically lived in a mansion, with a big pool in the backyard.

As Heather walked away, wiggling her tightly clad ass, Susan fretted. Oh dear. How can I compete with that young bit of fluff? Susan in her modesty didn't realize that she was even more attractive than Heather. I hope Alan doesn't spend his Tuesday afternoon lusting after that girl instead of me. With the way she's dressed, he's bound to get a hard-on, and then there won't be anyone available to help him out! Oh no! He might have to go for hours hard as a steel bar while he's trying to work and there's nothing I can do about it. Poor dear!

In recent days Heather had peppered Katherine and even Kim with questions about Alan, so she gradually figured out details in his life such as the fact that he took naps every afternoon. Getting more energy so he wouldn't have to take such naps was the supposed purpose of his unusual medical treatments, but there didn't seem to be any effect on his nap habit so far. Heather had timed her visit to catch him in bed, and she did.

Heather walked into Alan's room without knocking, and found him still dozing. Of course there was no study session as Heather never studied: that was just an excuse to get past his mother. She carefully pulled back his covers without waking him, and saw to her delight that he was sleeping naked. Better yet, his penis was hard. She got between his legs and began stroking it. Within a minute or so, the workings of her hands caused him to wake up.

"Who? ... What? ..." He looked up. "HEATHER?!" He was so surprised to see her there that he practically screamed her name at the top of his lungs.

"Sssh," she said. "We're supposed to be studying, after all."

"Heather! Oh my God! You can't be here. This isn't happening!"

"I am, and it is," she giggled. "What's the problem? You don't like being woken this way? Any guy in school would kill for me to do this to them, and I picked you. So enjoy it." She went back to stroking his rod.

He couldn't help his first thought: Wow. Woken up by a sex act twice in one day. And by my mother and the head cheerleader!

But even as Alan began to feel exquisite pleasures through his penis, he started to think of all the reasons why Heather being here was a bad idea. We could get caught. I'll bet the door isn't locked. Anyone could come in. Or someone could overhear. Chances are someone WILL come in within the next hour. Perhaps Suzanne will come by, if only to check on my orgasm chart. Shit! What if I'd said her name, or even worse, my mother or sister's name, before I saw it was Heather?

My God, the possibilities for Heather finding out that I'm committing incest are endless! For instance, what if she came to the house an hour earlier, when Mom was giving me a blowjob? It's total luck that I at least somewhat aired out the room and the whole place doesn't smell like an ocean of cum. Oh my God! She could even look at the orgasm chart on the back of my door! We can't have strangers in this house. I've got to get her out, and fast!

Heather suddenly stopping jacking his penis, and stood up next to the bed. "Don't worry, Alan; I didn't come here to give you a handjob."

"You didn't?" he asked, suddenly disappointed that she'd stopped.

"Of course not. Not when I can have you fuck me instead." As she said this, she pulled on her shirt, already hanging above her tits, and lifted it completely over her head. Her bra came off next. Then she squeezed out of her tight shorts, revealing nothing underneath.

But even as she got naked, a new sense of fear washed through Alan, and he said in a voice soft but determined, "No! We can't do that! You shouldn't have come here uninvited. It's a bad idea. A really bad idea. I'm sorry, but you have to go."

He wondered how he could create a distraction and take the orgasm chart down before she noticed it. It was clearly labeled: "My Daily Orgasms." He was afraid to even furtively glance at it for fear that would draw her attention to it.

Heather put her hands on her naked hips and said testily, "Alan, just what the hell is wrong with you? The most beautiful girl in school is standing here practically begging you to fuck her, and you just say no thanks, get lost? You're really starting to bug me. I thought we had a really good time at my house after the Baskin Robbins meeting, and I expected you to come back for more. But it's been like a week, and you haven't. I feel gypped after meeting you at the beach over the weekend and not being able to do it again. I KNOW you wanted to do me then. We're long overdue for another fucking. I came here 'cos I wanted to give you a good, long fuck. But this is the response I get? Are you gay or something? Seriously!"

Alan knew he couldn't have Heather turn against him. She was difficult enough to deal with when she was happy; he hated to imagine her vengeful. "No Heather, it's not like that. You are one of the most beautiful girls in school, and God, I'd love to fuck you so bad. But I have to be careful. Let's fuck. Let's do it, but somewhere else. We can go to your house right now. But no way can we do it here. My room is like Grand Central Station. People come and go all the time without knocking. I can't get caught!"

She felt slightly better about that, but still asked, "So then why haven't you come to my room then? I told you, you could come in the back window any time, day or night."

Alan couldn't tell her the main reason - that she scared him with her power games and love of risks. Plus, the other women in his life were keeping him constantly satisfied. But he could tell her a less important and still honest reason. "Heather, can't you see I'm chicken when it comes to getting caught? You said your dad was like a body builder and would crush me if he saw me."

"Did I say that?" She smiled, delighted. It seemed to Alan that she relished the memory of scaring him. "Oh yeah, I guess I did. Frank's a big, strong guy. I'm disappointed in you. What's life without a little risk? Besides, I live a charmed life. I never get caught on anything. I'm sure we can fuck right now, since I'm already here, and it will be just fine. Relax." She made a move to crawl back into his bed, but he got in the way.

"No. Really! You may be charmed, but I'm not." Even as Alan said this, it occurred to him how wrong that assessment was. Actually, I'm probably the luckiest, most charmed guy on the planet, at least these last couple of weeks. But that's beside the point. Heather could still ruin everything. My luck can't last forever.

Knowing that she wasn't going to leave unsatisfied, he suggested, "Let's go to some remote park or some place like that, and do it there. But no way can we do it here. It's far too dangerous!"

Saying "too dangerous" was a big mistake. It was like throwing a juicy T-bone steak in front of a hungry dog. Heather practically clapped her hands together in glee. "Alan, we're doing it here, and that's final. We can be very quiet and put a chair in front of the door or something."

She got up and in fact moved a chair to block the door.

Alan used those precious seconds to rush into some clothes and sit on a chair away from the bed. He breathed a huge sigh of relief that she was so busy looking at fitting the chair under the door handle that she missed examining the orgasm chart just a foot or so higher on the door.

When she turned around and saw him, she was disappointed and frustrated. But having a guy actually turn her down was so rare that it only turned her on even more.

"Damn you, Alan! What do I have to do already to get you to fuck me?" she pouted.

"There's nothing you can say or do, sorry. Somewhere else, okay. I'd love that. But not here, and especially not now. I mean it." He crossed him arms and looked away from her defiantly.

Heather turned on her most sultry voice. "Alan! You can't say no," she softly moaned, as if she was in the heights of orgasm. "You see, I have this problem." She got down on the floor right below his chair and spread her legs wide.

"Look Alan. I have an itch. It's a very nasty itch."

Alan couldn't help but turn and look at her toned and deeply tanned body.

"Do you know where my itch is, Alan? Do you know where I'm feeling so nasty? It's in my pussy. Oh, my pussy, it's on fire! My pussy! It itches like poison ivy. Sooooooo bad."

Her legs began twitching and she started to writhe on the floor, as if she wasn't in possession of her body and the itch had taken control. Alan wanted to turn away again, but he stared, completely transfixed.

She moaned sexily, "But there's only one thing that can satisfy it. It has to be something hard. And long. And thick. And hot. And meaty! To reach my itch, deep, deep inside my pussy. Only you can reach it, Alan! Only your incredible cock. So hard and long. It's the biggest and the best. You're the best fucker, Alan! You have to help me. Please, I'm begging you! Fuck me, or I'm going to die! The itch is killing me! Scratch it, in and out, in and out, in and out, with your big dick! Fuck me now, please!"

She kicked her legs up in the air, and then pulled them back over her head and presented her pussy to Alan in the ultimate position of supplication. She stopped moaning and writhing long enough to steal a glance at Alan and see if her performance was working. One look at his crotch showed there was no doubt his penis was excited, but still he sat immobile in his chair.

"Alan!" she said in an far less sexy voice with incredible exasperation. "This is a grade A performance here! That would make the penis on a marble statue salute at attention, for crying out loud. What do I have to do? Don't you want to fuck already?!"

It was all Alan could do not to just jump up and rape her. But he kept his cool long enough to say, "I do. But only on one condition."

"What, already?"

"That you don't ever, ever come back here again unannounced. We can do it anywhere and everywhere but in this house. If my mother caught me, she would literally kill me, and I'm not going to take that risk."

"Okay, okay. I promise. Now fucking scratch my itch! Do it!"

"And..." He continued. He figured it was a battle of wills, and he was winning by having more self-control. He thought, What else do I want from her? She already wants to fuck at the drop of a hat. What else do I want? Oh I know.

He added, "And one more thing. You have to do anything sexually that I want, at any time."

She rolled her eyes. She couldn't think what this mild-mannered and polite guy could do to her sexually that she wouldn't like doing in the first place. "Fine. Whatever. Just fuck me, like, yesterday!"

"That includes blowjobs," he reminded, knowing that she hated to do those.

"Oh fuck. Whatever. Just do me!" She was ready to promise him the world, because she only kept her promises if she felt like it.

Hearing her agreement, Alan leaped onto Heather like a lion released from a cage.

The two of them fucked right there on the floor, where she'd been putting on her performance. They built up a strong and deep rhythm. It was a great fast fuck, marred only by the frequent times Alan had to shush the carelessly noisy Heather.

As he fucked, he confirmed, "So you'll really let me fuck you any time and any where?"

"Yes!"

"What about your boyfriend?"

"Who cares? You fuck me better."

"And what about the fact that I'm a nerd?"

"You're no nerd. No nerd fucks UGH! ...this good. I want your cock, no, I NEED it!"

He thought out loud, "I guess that makes you a total slut."

"Yes! Yes, I am!"

That answer really surprised Alan, because he didn't realize he was saying his thought out loud. Furthermore, he would have expected her to slap him or worse. But she just seemed aroused by it, and thrust her hips back with greater vigor.

Suddenly all the details of the first time he'd fucked her came flooding back: he'd called her a "cunt hole," and "sleazy bitch," and more, and she loved it. He thought, Dang, I'm doing it again. I never say anything rude to anyone, but with Heather the nasty names just flow so freely from my lips. He tested to confirm, "So you're a slut. A hussy. A skanky bitch."

He thought he'd gone too far with the last name, but she yelled even louder, "YES! God, YES!"

He realized it would be good to curse at her like he did last time. He had no problem conjuring up the right mood to do so, since he was still angry at her sneaky intrusion into his house and his room. He growled, "Shut up, you noisy bitch! I mean it!"

Heather responded by going totally wild on him. She kissed him desperately and her hands flew all over him, while she thrust her hips up at him so forcefully that she literally lifted him off the floor. It was as if she was on fire and in a complete panic to put it out before she burned do death, but the only way was for both of them to cum.

Alan couldn't take much of that unexpected and overwhelming treatment, and came a minute or two later. Both of them came in simultaneous, intense orgasms.

But Alan noticed that Heather hardly made a peep, in spite of everything. It seemed she suddenly took his command to stay quiet very seriously.

Alan got up and staggered around like a drunkard. His goal was to lock the door. Once he did that, he felt more at ease and slumped against it for a while. Then he turned on some music (Elastica's debut album on random shuffle - for some reason it seemed appropriate for Heather), in a belated attempt to mask their activity.

But he was still powerfully aroused, and Heather seemed even more intent on more sex. She still had a crazy, hungry look in her eyes.

The rocking music of Elastica's "Car Song" seemed to eliminate any need for words. Alan simply sat up on his bed and motioned for Heather to sit between his legs.

She quickly did, still without speaking.

He remembered Al Pacino in Scarface and tried to channel some of that actor's macho arrogance. He leaned back and said, "Gimme a titfuck, bitch." He would never have said that to anyone else he knew, but something about Heather inspired that kind of attitude in him.

She leaned forward, spit into her chest, and then put his erection in her cleavage. Then she started bouncing up and down on her heels so he didn't even have to do any of the work.

For some reason he liked fucking Heather's tits a lot, almost more than fucking her pussy. Perhaps it was because they were so big, though his standards had changed so much lately that she wasn't extraordinary in that regard. Perhaps it was because he disliked her power hungry ways and liked taking her down a notch by putting her in the most subservient of positions.

When she presented her chest to him and pushed her tits together for him to fuck her cleavage, it was almost as if she wanted to give pleasure and please someone other than herself. But in fact she was just getting him warmed up so he'd want to fuck her pussy again.

However, he was still angry at her intrusion and demanding ways and didn't want to give her that satisfaction. He just kept titfucking her instead.

While Alan and Heather were fucking like rabbits, Suzanne came over to the Plummer house, ready for another go at Alan's penis.

But Susan told her the rather surprising news that he was doing homework with a study partner.

So Suzanne left, disappointed, without ever having gone to his room.

CHAPTER 10

About half an hour after Heather had arrived, Susan came by and knocked on Alan's door, and asked, "How's it going in there? Studying hard?"

Alan was now sitting on Heather's chest with his penis between her tits. Both of them were close to more great climaxes.

But Heather replied very calmly, "Oh yes, Mrs. Plummer. Very hard! You should see just how hard it is!" She chuckled, doubly amused by Alan's alarm.

Susan said through the door, "Do you two serious study partners want a snack? Something to eat or drink?"

Alan said, "No thanks. We're good."

But to Alan's mortification, Heather replied, "I have something to nibble on right here," and bent her head down and licked at Alan's penis head. Alan imagined his mother somehow seeing, perhaps by looking through the keyhole.

To his greater horror, Heather added, "But a snack downstairs sounds good. We could use a break; I think we've been letting things slide these last few minutes." She strongly emphasized the word "slide," causing Alan to gasp. "Don't you agree, Alan?" She leaned forward and back, causing Alan's erection to slide up and down her sweaty cleavage some more.

But Alan needn't have worried about his mother understanding the double meanings. Susan still radiated a natural innocence, despite her recent love of incestuous cocksucking, and Heather picked up on the fact that she could verbally play with Susan's naïve nature.

Alan was working up towards a second climax but still hadn't reached it. Nonetheless, Heather insisted they go downstairs immediately. He suspected she did that just to push his buttons, and he resented it.

They hurriedly made themselves presentable and headed to the kitchen for a snack.

Alan was at least gratified that he was able to linger in his room after Heather left first, and he used a few precious seconds there to take the orgasm chart down and put it in a safe place.

Heather had very much enjoyed the blatant innuendo with Alan the last time she saw him at the beach. The fact that she said such things in front of his oblivious friends made it that much more devilishly enjoyable. She hoped to repeat that experience, and then some.

"How's the studying coming along?" Susan innocently asked as they all sat on stools at the kitchen counter.

Heather answered, "Obviously, it's hard. Very hard. But I'm staying on top of things. Thanks to Alan's help, of course." As an after thought, she gave a slight, knowing smile in Alan's direction and added, "Alan of course is on top of things even more than me. He's great."

Alan nearly choked, he was so appalled by her blatant innuendo. But Heather said it in a very deadpan style, and Susan didn't suspect at thing. At least, not yet - Alan correctly feared Heather was just getting warmed up.

Susan handed them food and drink. "That's nice. He is a pretty smart boy. Here, have some cookies."

"Thanks," said Heather. "You know, that's the problem, I'm not very smart. With me it's always in one ear and out the other. In and out. That's always my problem when I try to study. In and out. In and out. Too much of that. But thanks to Alan being on top, hammering away on these problems, I'm actually getting stuff done. It's great!"

Susan, as usual, completely missed the sexual innuendo. She cluelessly responded, "He's a hard worker, isn't he? That's my son. I'm so proud of him!"

"Yes, he is. He's got a lot of spunk, too. Very full of spunk. You know what he can do that I can't? He finds just the important points, and keeps pressing on them. He finds the thrust of the argument, and makes sure I know just that. The thrusting. Of the argument."

Alan noticed that Heather was subtly pressing a finger into one of her nipples, just in case he'd missed the meaning of her "important points" comment.

Alan's face turned red at the increasing blatant nature of Heather's innuendo, but he didn't know how to stop her. Obviously she got off on doing risky things like this and anything he would say would only likely make it worse, as she'd find a way to twist his words around and riff new sexual innuendoes. So he just kept a low profile and hoped it would soon be over. But what made things much worse was that he still had a raging hard-on from the frustrating interruption to the titfuck.

Susan still just took Heather's words literally, responding, "Yeah, they say that's an important skill, separating the wheat from the chaff."

Heather maintained a straight face. "Right. He goes plowing straight into the wheat. A lot of plowing. But don't worry; it's not just Alan helping me. I've been showing him a trick or two as well. I'm good at tricks, and I don't even charge for it! Right Alan? I'm sure Alan's going to get a good score. How do you think you're scoring now, Alan?"

Alan muttered, "Um, I think we'll do better if we just get back to the books. Right away." He made a motion to go, but Heather wasn't done with her snack, or her innuendo game.

She continued, looking at Susan very seriously, "I was saying to Alan that I have a serious itch. Alan, do you remember when I was saying that? A thirst, if you will. For knowledge. When I'm studying with Alan, I feel like I'm quenching that thirst." Alan noticed that she was stroking her hands up and down her glass of milk now, visually showing Alan how she was hoping to quench her thirst for his cum.

Again, Susan didn't notice a thing. She asked, "So this isn't the first time you've studied with Alan? I don't remember you coming here to study before."

"Oh, I've definitely cum here. Why, I just came about half an hour ago."

Susan replied, "Obviously! No need to tell me that."

"True, but not just over here. Alan's cum at my house before."

"You mean 'came TO your house,'" the still clueless Susan corrected.

"Right. We've done it over at my house. In my bedroom. It's a good environment for the thrusting and the quenching and plowing and hammering and whatnot, to continue the themes I'm discussing. I hope to do it with Alan a lot more in the future. I think maybe it would be better if we do it in school, like the library. What do you think about that Alan, would you like to do it in the library?"

Alan was afraid that if he said yes, she'd hold him to his word and make him fuck her in the library, and if he said no, she'd later berate him for not wanting to fuck her. To make matters worse, he was so aroused that he could barely think. He draped his hands over his crotch to prevent his mother from discovering his condition. He made the noncommittal, "Um, I don't know. Let's get back to work and worry about that later."

Heather replied, "Wow, isn't that impressive, Mrs. Plummer? Does he always study this hard? I must say I'm really impressed with his tool. You know his-"

Alan was petrified she'd finally say something that Susan would understand. He couldn't take the tension any more. He interrupted, "Heather! Come on, enough chitchat! Let's get this over with!" Alan got up (still clutching at his groin) and walked out of the room.

"Sorry Mrs. Plummer. You just can't keep him down when it comes to studying. We should really get back and bone up on our missed work. Alan's a great boner. Thanks for the snack!" Heather hurried off after Alan; ready to fuck in his room some more.

"No worries! Good luck with your test!" shouted Susan.

Just before Heather was out of range of Susan's ears, she said loudly, "Studying with Alan is so exciting. I'm such an eager beaver!" Then she burst out laughing as she reached his bedroom door.

Susan lacked certain skills, such as an ability to make many jokes and an ability to pick up subtle comments unless she was looking for them. She'd lived such a sheltered life that she didn't know much sexual slang, like boner or beaver (though she was rapidly learning, especially for Suzanne who was teaching her new words every day). But in fact even Susan came close to suspecting something was up with the way Heather was talking.

After they left, she thought, "I'm really impressed with his tool." I wonder what she meant by that. Sounds vaguely sexual. Naaah... Maybe she meant his computer? But I wonder. Could he and her...?

Naaah. Tiger says he doesn't have a girlfriend. And nobody has THAT much luck with women. She's the head cheerleader and future homecoming queen, for Pete's sake. Although, maybe... Lately, my Tiger has become such a sexually potent young man, maybe even she'll pick up on it if she's with him long enough. Maybe she picked up on it already and that's why she's with him? ...

Anything's possible, I guess. At least she makes him really excited to study. I sure hope they'll study together more often. Not only can my Tiger get more work done, but hopefully she'll get him all worked up flashing those tanned teats all over the place, and then Mommy can sweep in afterwards and guzzle down all his spermy goodness! Heh-heh!

She sure does have a strange way of talking though. I guess I just don't understand teenager lingo these days.

CHAPTER 11

Alan was really mad at Heather for her dangerous innuendo. He slammed the door to his room behind him and glared at her. "I suppose you think you're pretty funny."

She sat on the edge of his bed and began undressing. "Yep. I do. Your mother is a total hoot. Now get over here and let's do some more quenching and thrusting and plowing to reiterate some of our themes."

Alan was so mad that he wanted to punch Heather, and he'd never wanted to punch a female in his life. Smoke practically steamed out of his ears as he clenched his fists. "Heather, I love my mother, and you made her look like a total fool. That was not a hoot! Not only that, but you recklessly toyed with me. It was as if you were trying to get her to figure out what we were doing!"

"So what if I was? What's she going to do, ground you?" Heather added quite sarcastically, "Oooh noooo!" By now she was undressed. She kicked her legs up in the air and said, "To be honest, I didn't really care if she found out or not. She knows you're a big boy. But if you're so mad at me, what are you going to do about it? Why don't you teach me a lesson with a really nasty fuck? Let it all out!" She lay back on the bed, ready for a solid nailing.

Alan yelled, "Maybe I will!" and yanked his shorts off. He was still hard and in fact had stayed frustratingly erect ever since the aborted titfuck. He stepped towards her, but then the thought struck him, That's exactly what she wants!

He stopped just out of her reach and said, "You'd like that, wouldn't you? I'll bet you got me mad on purpose, so I can fuck you more aggressively. Sorry, you fuckwad, I'm not going to play your game! Get dressed and get out!"

Heather sat up, shocked. "You're not serious. You would turn down this body?" She swept a hand down her side, as if modeling herself like a new model car.

"Heather, get over your body, already! My mother is twice the looker you are, and I could name a lot of other women who blow you away. You don't impress me. You disgust me! I'm a peaceful man, but you make my skin crawl! Get out of here before I do something drastic!"

Heather was flabbergasted. She'd used these kinds of tricks on other men and they always worked. Lust always overwhelmed anger and led to some really passionate fucking. But Alan just stood there, unmoved, and in fact seemed about to pop a vein. She didn't know what to do.

But then Alan said, "Wait a minute. There is one sex act I know you hate: cocksucking! Get down on your knees, bitch, because I'm going to fuck your face!"

Heather's first instinct was to flip him the bird and storm out. But there was so kind of new unidentifiable something, maybe self assurance, that prevented her from doing so. To her own surprise, she found herself sliding over the edge of the bed and down to the floor. She was awed by his unexpected anger and passion.

But at the same time that Alan's face fumed, he retained some self-control. He walked over to the stereo and put the Elastica album on again, much louder this time, to make sure their sexual noises would be drowned out.

Then he walked forward to where Heather sat on her knees. He grabbed her head with both hands and kept going forward until his erection pushed far into her mouth. He said in a low, menacing growl, "This is what happens to insolent bitches. Choke on my rod, you street gutter whore! You're lower than a fucking crack 'ho and I'm your pimp! I own you! You got that?"

Alan was slamming his meat hard into her mouth, thrusting until her nose brushed against his pubic hair. He didn't care if he went too deep; in fact, he rather hoped she gagged.

But she managed to take it all and even nod to his comments. She thought, I was right! Alan is different, so different! He knows exactly what I need! Others guys are always so scared around me but Alan shows no fear. He doesn't even care if I stay or go! Why do I find that so exciting?

Alan raved, "That's right, you're a whore, and you work for me! Tomorrow I'm going to start working your ass! I think I'll start loaning you out to the other students and teachers for $100 a fuck! What do you think about that? Or would you rather walk the streets in some dingy red light district so your parents won't know about your new career? Huh? Tell me!"

He paused in his thrusting long enough for her to breathe and give a short answer. She gave him a terrified look and spoke while merely licking. She answered tentatively, "Um, walk the streets?"

He shoved his penis back into her mouth and let out a hearty laugh. "Ha! Oh, ha-ha-ha! I can't believe it! You think I'm serious, don't you? You really ARE a natural whore! Sorry to disappoint you, but you'll have to whore yourself out! I don't deal with lowlife scum like you!"

The words were coming slower and more difficult for Alan as he was getting more excited, so he stopped talking and just focused on thrusting his hips into her face. He felt nearly mad with power. He was using and abusing Heather, and he loved it. What's more, he looked down and saw her hands flying all over her own crotch - clearly, she loved too. The fact that she believed and agreed to what he was saying only made him more invigorated with power.

It was all too much for Alan to take. As he felt a climax coming on, he suddenly stopped and pulled out. He staggered away and sat down. Shit! Fuck! What's wrong with me! It's like an evil spirit has overtaken me! I have to regain control! I'm practically choking her to death, and she loves it! It's wrong! Wrong!

Heather had no idea why he stopped or what was going on in his head, but she was too far gone to care. She masturbated herself frantically until she got herself off, several times in quick succession. Only then did she stop and really look at Alan, now calmer and looking at her from where he sat a short distance away.

He said, "There's just no way to win with you, is there? You said you don't enjoy blowjobs, and I believe you, but you were clearly getting way excited by the way I was treating you. That was supposed to be a punishment. Fuuucck." He sighed heavily.

She was still too confused by him and breathless to respond, and just panted, crumpled in a naked ball by the side of his bed. His talk about turning her into a whore just confused her more. She was already scoffing at the idea, but in the heat of the moment it had struck her as a great plan. That disturbed even her. It wasn't the idea of being a whore that appealed to her, it was that she would be doing it for Alan. That disturbed her, too.

He said, "This is how it's going to work. You will never, EVER come back to my house. Period. I WILL fuck you now, because I've got to unload this huge load building up in me. I'm sorry if you get any pleasure from it; I guess that can't be helped. Obviously you like the way I fuck. If you EVER cross me or annoy me again, I will NEVER fuck you again. Period. Is that clear?"

"Yes. I'm sorry. I really am. I'm sorry for everything, and especially for treating your mother that way. I'll never do it again. I promise."

"You say that now, but I don't think you're capable of really being sorry, you selfish bitch. Oops, there I go again with the insults. I'm not going to give your twisted mind the satisfaction of any more. Get on the bed. I'm going to fuck you now, quietly and slowly. Psychology or reverse psychology doesn't seem to work on you too well, but anyways, I'm hoping that's the way you like it least."

So Alan lay on top of Heather and the two of them made love. What was strange was that it really was more appropriate to call it making love than fucking, because now Heather was all tenderness and gentle caresses. Alan was surprised, and so was she, but both of them just went with it. They ended up with a greater mutual climax than any they'd shared before, because all the passion and emotion that had been building up was still there, but it just came out in a different way.

Even though the fuck remained a slow one, it was so intense that afterwards the two of them couldn't stay awake.

Alan found himself drifting in and out of sleep with Heather lying next to him.

Eventually, the two of them regained full consciousness but they stayed in a close embrace, just breathing.

Alan was surprised because he felt real tenderness coming from a girl he thought was completely incapable of such a thing.

In fact, he was very nearly correct: tenderness was a fairly foreign concept to Heather, but Alan brought out strange emotions in her. Normally she scoffed at romance, but she was starting to develop actual romantic feelings for him.

But Alan was right that his attempts at reverse psychology just seemed to backfire. Heather was far from chastised and in fact had never enjoyed herself more. It was many times more pleasurable for her than being with any other guy, because the more frightened and/or angry Alan got, the hornier she got. Plus, the more reluctant Alan was, the more she wanted him.

She could hardly wait to be with him again. She even began to wonder if she could figure out a scheme to make Alan her real boyfriend. She knew it would have to be some kind of trick or scheme, because Alan clearly didn't feel the same way. She knew he had little more than hate and contempt for her as a person, even if he loved fucking her body.

Heather left a short time later. Alan was so exhausted that he asked her to let herself out.

She came downstairs and ran into Susan again. The kindly mother asked, "So did you get a lot done?"

Heather quietly chuckled to herself. Suddenly she was no longer chastened, and the usual Heather resurfaced. She smirked. "Oh yeah. We plowed right through everything. Tell Alan thanks for having me. We had a ball. And I do mean that."

Susan smiled and waved benignly from the front porch as a snickering Heather walked away.

CHAPTER 12

Once Heather left, Alan was afraid to show his face to his mother. He knew she would certainly expect him to want another blowjob after going without for several hours on their special day. But he couldn't get it up after so much sex with Heather.

So once he regained some energy he went downstairs and apologized to her for having Heather over. He said he would be back down after tying up some loose ends with his homework and then returned to his room.

Twenty minutes later, his penis had recovered enough for him to attempt further contact with his mother (even looking at her could be a trying experience when his penis was weary because the sight was always mentally arousing). He walked downstairs to the kitchen, found her there, and decided to "get her attention."

She pretended to be surprised as his hands began wandering over her ass, but nothing could be farther from the truth. She'd been wearing an apron and shorts, and nothing else. The shorts were oversized and adjusted to come off at the slightest touch, which is exactly what happened as soon as he touched her ass.

She cried out in mock horror, "Alan, what do you think you're doing?" But then recalling his habit of taking her protests literally, she quickly added, "You left my ass bare! Quick! Cover it with your hands!"

Alan could gather the gist of that. His momentary apprehension based on her convincingly worried facial expression turned to glee, and he roamed his hands up her thighs and all over her ass cheeks. He loved to palm them with both hands.

"How's this?" he asked, as his fingers spread as wide as they could go. A couple of apron strings dangled in his way, but he pushed them aside.

"Good. I wouldn't want someone to see my naked butt now that my shorts fell down. How did that happen?" She pretended cluelessness, and they both giggled.

"But Mom," he mock complained. "I can't cover it all at once." He moved his hands everywhere at once at if trying to cover it all up.

"Do you best, dear," she cooed. "Cover my most private regions with your strong and manly hands." She was in heaven now - her whole butt tingled and shivers shot up her spine.

"Well, I guess it's most important to cover up your ass crack, don't you think?" He aggressively speared a finger into her anus.

"Ooh! That's good! Ow! Only, I'm worried. I've been so worried all afternoon!"

"Why?"

"It's your penis. How is it doing? I've been so worried about it and you, stuck with that hot cheerleader cocktease all afternoon. I know her type: she'll get your penis all hard and thick and veiny with her arrogant teasing, but then she won't give you any relief! Am I right? Your penis must have been bursting with cum, and I couldn't help! It was so painful!"

Alan thought, Mom, you couldn't be more wrong about her not putting out. But he said, "You said it, Mom. She's a bitch, pardon my French. As for my penis, see for yourself." He unzipped his shorts fly and pressed his throbbing rod up against her smooth ass cheeks. He was content to just rub it around there while he sawed in and out of her asshole with his finger.

Susan moaned, "Oh, that's good. So good, baby. I love it! Except one thing!" She turned around, forcing him to pull his finger out and let go of her ass altogether. "You're making Mommy far too HORNY!"

She practically pushed him onto the floor and dove at his crotch. Panting heavily, she deftly untied her apron with one hand as she slid his shorts down with the other. Within seconds she had her mouth over his erection.

He sat on the floor of the kitchen with her lying down and her head between his legs. He was pleased, though not too surprised, at the turn of events. She seemed to live for cocksucking lately.

As she gave him another incredible blowjob, the tiny part of his brain not completely overcome by pleasure idly wondered what would happen if Katherine, Amy, or even Suzanne walked in. For all of Susan's recent eagerness in flaunting her body, Alan knew that she still was very shy at doing things like blowjobs in front of others. But then Alan remembered the others were all supposed to stay scarce all Tuesday, or she probably would have at least held out until they could switch rooms.

Susan ended up lying on the kitchen floor with Alan sitting with his ass cheeks on the slopes of her breasts. He just sat there and let her do all the work with her swirling tongue action and non-stop lip action. He blew his entire load straight down her throat.

Then Alan got down on the floor and lay right next to her. They didn't care that they were on the kitchen floor, they just enjoyed their post-coital bonding and cuddling time.

Not much after they finished, Katherine phoned and asked about dinner. Susan answered the phone in the nude with the taste of her son's cum still strong in her mouth. Katherine wanted to eat at home, but also wanted to make sure that Susan would be okay with her coming back to her own house. Susan was fine with it, but strongly implied that she wanted the evening after dinner alone with Alan as well.

Alan went upstairs and Susan put on some normal clothes. The sexual hijinks were put on hold for a while.

So, after a relatively normal and tease-free dinner with the three of them, Alan and Susan were left alone again. Alan was hopeful there would be more sexual games, but he was also weary. Not only had he already climaxed six times that day already, but some of it was fairly exhausting, especially the emotionally and physically intense two hours with Heather. Then there was another day of the tennis tournament on top of that, and he always had an energy problem to begin with.

Perhaps Susan could read the weariness in his eyes, because she didn't immediately drop herself between his legs as soon as Katherine had gone, as he half expected her to do. Instead, she said, "I haven't even made you dessert, Tiger. Why don't we make some kind of special dessert together? We could bake a cake."

"Mmmm. Great idea." Alan enjoyed cooking and he enjoyed a good cake.

So they set to working on a chocolate-covered vanilla cake. At first, everything seemed surprisingly non-sexual. Susan even remained dressed like a typical mother, for once (not counting the lack of underwear, of course). Alan was glad for the respite. They went ahead and put the cake in the oven, and then got to work on the frosting.

So far everything had been as expected, but Alan noticed that Susan was making enough chocolate frosting for two cakes, if not three. He asked about this, but she was coy, just saying, "That way we don't have to worry about nibbling."

He joked, "You mean, we can have our cake and eat it too?"

She laughed. "Exactly." She then sexily sucked a big gob of frosting off of her finger and into her mouth and winked.

They washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen. Alan rarely did such things any more, but he reluctantly realized that there were still mundane things to take care of, even on Tuesdays. Then the cake came out of the oven and they applied the frosting.

Despite constant nibbling, they still had a huge bowl of frosting left unused. Susan "accidentally on purpose" got some on her shirt, and said, "Oh dear. It would probably be best if I take my shirt off before I ruin it further, don't you think?" She winked, and then took off her apron, shirt, and dress for good measure.

The only thing she kept on was a pair of panties. Alan was a bit surprised, as she rarely wore them any more. But then he realized she was gearing up for more sexual fun and wanted to make clear that one region was off limits. Alan felt rested by now and was up for more games. He half-playfully half-seriously slapped her on the ass. "What did I tell you, Mom, about wearing panties? Are you disobeying me again?"

She bowed down with a flourish, as if he was royalty. "I'm sorry, Lord Alan. Please forgive your humble servant. You'll see why I wear them in a minute."

He had half a notion to spank her some more, but curiosity led him wait to see what she was talking about.

However, despite being on the alert, he was taken completely by surprise over what happened next. Susan leaned over the very large bowl of frosting and dipped her tits down into it. Then she used her hands to lather them up good while keeping her hair out of the way.

She stood up, and said with a big smile, "Whoops! Would you look at that? Accidents will happen!"

The two of them laughed. She thrust her chest out at him. "Don't just stand there, my favorite son. Take off all of your clothes and lick up this mess before it all falls on the floor!"

Alan didn't see the logic in why he had to take off his clothes first, but he didn't question such an appealing command. At first he lapped up the frosting with his tongue as she stood before him, but too much frosting continued to fall. So she cleared off the kitchen counter and lay down on it. Now he could rest on top of her and lick up the frosting to his heart's content.

He very quickly got past the frosting and found her nipples. From that point on, he focused on the nipples, and used his hands to periodically feed more of the frosting into the center of her tits. He could stimulate her nipples and eat up the frosting at the same time.

Both of them loved it. "Mom, you're a fucking genius!" he cried out at one point.

"Now, Tiger, no profanity please. Just keep sucking my tits, uh, my breasts. That's a good boy."

So he did. As they continued, things got messier and messier. Because he lay on her, soon his (luckily hairless) chest was covered with chocolate frosting, and then more and more of her became covered too.

The bowl was moved within arms' reach, and then they painted each other with it. For instance, Alan would draw a chocolate heart on her thigh, and then lick it up. Then she drew a chocolate penis and balls on his chest and licked it away, focusing on one of his nipples as she did so. However, most of the focus was on him playing with her chocolate tits.

After a couple of minutes, he asked, "Can I have my goodnight kiss early? A special chocolaty kiss?"

"Just this one time, since we have to eat the frosting..." she said hesitantly, but there really wasn't much hesitation. Alan stuffed his mouth with frosting, and then fed it into hers with his tongue. Soon they were necking with total abandon. Their only problem was they couldn't roll around, since they were liable to fall off the counter or at least make an even bigger mess all over the counter top.

After a couple more minutes of kissing, Susan finally said, "Okay, big boy, enough of me. Now it's your turn." They sat up and then got down onto the tiled kitchen floor, bringing the frosting bowl with them.

As they sat facing each other, Susan pointed to the bowl, and said, "All right, Tiger. You know what Mommy loves to do, and what her mouth was made to do. Stick your hot, thick thing right in there, in the middle of the bowl. Then I'll suck it off."

He eagerly did so, and as he did he half-joked, half-complained, "I'll tell you where I'd really like to stick my hot, thick thing."

She lightly punched him in the arm, but she was far too happy to really mind.

As he dipped his penis in frosting, he said, "God DAMN! Who the hell are you and what did you do with my mother? I would never have imagined you would think up this kind of crazy, sexy stuff. Sex and chocolate. What a great combination!"

Susan didn't reply, because she was eager to lick his chocolate-covered erection. She licked it completely clean and then lathered it up again and started all over. Meanwhile he continued to knead and suck at her chocolate-covered tits.

At some point Alan asked, "Hey, what about our cake?" The cake was just sitting there, uneaten.

"I know what I'd rather eat," Susan growled as her tongue slathered his stiffness with renewed vigor. The cake was left untouched. She still had frosting all over her, and he devoted some energy to licking it up while using the rest of his concentration to flex his PC muscle.

Eventually Alan shot his load into her mouth and she guzzled it all up. Her moans of intense pleasure were such music to his ears that he nearly felt ready to do it all over again. That was a problem with his mother: he could never get enough of her and her perfect sexy body.

When they were both done, they lay exhausted on the kitchen floor and, as if waking from a deep sleep, gazed around the kitchen surveying the damage. The floor was smeared with frosting, as was the counter, both of their bodies, and much else besides. Susan's panties were completely brown from frosting. The extra bowl of frosting was now mostly empty, and probably half of it had ended up in their mouths.

"Oh dear," Susan sighed. "What a disaster area. That was something, wasn't it?"

"Mom, I may have to award this Tuesday the best Tuesday ever, just from the frosting thing alone. Well, second best. Our first Tuesday can probably never be topped. But on the other hand this one's not even over yet. Let's do this again, really soon."

"It was great, Tiger, but I don't know how much we can repeat it. I must have eaten a couple thousand calories, easy. Your mother's figure didn't just get this way magically, you know. This is like a Chernobyl disaster for my diet." She looked up. "And look! There's the cake. Oh my. Who's going to eat that?"

"Don't worry. I think I'll end up eating most of it. I'm sure it'll be delicious, though not as great tasting as your tits. If you get hungry, just suck on my penis. It could be a great diet technique, just like sucking a lollipop instead of a cigarette."

She laughed giddily. "Okay!"

Encouraged, he added, "We could even make a best-selling diet book. We could call it something like, 'The Oedipus Guide to Losing Weight Fast: A High Protein, All Semen Diet For Mothers Who Really Love Their Sons.'"

Susan chuckled, but said more seriously, "Don't mention that name. That 'O' name. Or the 'I' word. We're just having fun while I help you with your problem."

"Okay," he replied evenly. He belatedly realized words like "incest" could ruin her mood, so he quickly moved past them. "God, I just had a thought. What if you were lactating? Then I could have chocolate and milk at once, straight from the same nipple! Wow. ... By the way, what did you think of chocolate penis? Was it delicious?"

"Tiger! Don't even ask me. Of course! Don't you know how much I love swallowing your cum? What's really great is how unnaturally sweet your seed is. Everyone says that cum is usually salty, and sometimes even bitter or sour. But yours is like a sweet dessert, with a subtle but intriguing sour touch. Kind of like sweet and sour Chinese food, actually. Anyway, it goes sooo well with chocolate! I think we're going to have to have a lot more fun with food. I'll bet your cum goes well with just about anything."

"Maybe we'll just have to try it with every kind of food there is."

She punched him in the arm again. "Maybe. And maybe you're incorrigible. Taking advantage of your defenseless mother. Really!" she tsk-tsked playfully.

Then she got more serious, and crossed her arms under her chocolate-smeared tits as if she was mad with him. "But enough fun, buster. What if someone saw this mess? Let's get this cleaned up right now. First we'll have to shower."

He suggested, "No. Wait. First let's clean up all the counters and eat some of the cake. I know we're still dripping, but we can drip onto the floor and clean that up later. I need a short time to recover, because then we can take a shower together and bring in the last of the frosting bowl, if you know what I mean."

Her eyes lit up. "I do! I do! Oh no. I can feel my hips getting flabby as we speak, but it'll be so worth it. Far from this being a diet, I wonder if any woman ever got fat just from consuming so much cum."

"Hey, that gives me an idea," said Alan. "Imagine a Dear Abby type letter about my all-cum diet book: 'Dear Sir. Thanks to your excellent book, I've lost forty pounds and everyone says I look like a teenager again. Needless to say, my eldest son was a bit surprised at first when I started sucking him off, but now he's just as big a fan of your book as I am, if not an even bigger one."

He continued to pretend to read, "But I have a problem. I have three younger sons. Once I started guzzling the seed from my eldest son on a daily basis, I could hardly neglect them. And then with all of them having their friends over after school so often, I felt bad ignoring their friends' needs as well. As a result, I'm naked and with a teenaged prick down my throat just about all the time. I hardly have any time to eat food any more, but I'm consuming so much cum that I gained five pounds last week! What should I do? Sincerely, Cum-soaked in Seattle.'"

Susan laughed. "It's a good thing you don't have any brothers. What's your imaginary reply?"

"That's easy. 'Dear Cum-soaked, Remember that you don't always have to swallow.'"

Susan giggled, then licked a gob of frosting off of Alan and put it in her mouth. She would have preferred his cum but those gobs were already all gone. "That's easier said than done, Son. I just hope for that imaginary woman's sake that her sons' cum doesn't taste as good as yours. For me, not swallowing just isn't an option!"

CHAPTER 13

The rest of the evening flew by. Alan had a mostly wordless but very memorable and orgasmic shower with Susan. She was so horny that she let him have even more liberties than before. He put soap on his penis and "washed" her ass with it. She even let him dry hump her for a few seconds under the excuse of having him wash the space between her legs with his rampant erection.

He thought to himself, Today I've realized that my mom is a total nymphomaniac. She truly can't get enough! I seriously think her erotic nature is just starting to be revealed, and even this isn't all there is. That's almost scary! And she's so fucking HOT.

But then it occurs to me that Suzanne is equally hot and horny. She's probably even sultrier, if such a thing is possibly. Then there's my "fuck toy" sister. And Amy. And Heather, bitch though she is. And Akami. Kim. This Elle woman. And... My God! Too much! Mom feels so good; I'm gonna blow for sure!

Susan had already made it clear that she wanted to take his load in her mouth. But Alan had an accident. He'd been sliding his penis up and down Susan's ass crack. His penis wasn't in her asshole, but instead he'd pushed her ass cheeks together and was fucking the ass crack just like it was cleavage in a titfuck. Without any warning, his penis gave up and started shooting ropes. There was no time to change positions. The ropes flew forward and hit Susan repeatedly on her back.

He tried to make the best of the situation and turned off the water. Some cum had landed in her long hair that cascaded down her back, and he couldn't do much with that. But the gobs that landed on her skin he vigorously rubbed into her skin, until her whole back was saturated in cum and she generally smelled like a whorehouse. It turned into a very pleasant ass and back rub. Susan almost didn't mind the lack of her usual Popsicle taste treat.

This latest ejaculation gave Alan eight orgasms for the day. He had to stop the massage after about ten minutes because he sensed he was about to get hard again and knew that if he did, Susan wouldn't let him leave until she finally had her mouth properly filled. He would have enjoyed that, but he knew he was on the verge of overdoing it. In fact, he realized that he probably already had overdone it after about the sixth time. He was pushing his luck and seriously imagined someday having to go to the hospital in an effort to save a ruined penis.

Susan was sitting on the floor of the shower by this point. She'd had so many orgasms in the shower that she could no longer stand if she wanted to.

Alan reached out to turn the water back on so he could clear his cum off her back and refresh her, giving her the energy to get up.

But as his hand went to the shower knob, she said, "No, Tiger. No thanks. I'm fine just like this. I want to go to bed smelling of my son's powerful seed."

He kept the water off.

She thought to herself as she continued to recover, One of these days I'll have to get Alan to do me like that all over. First, a hefty deposit in the mouth. That goes without saying. I could rub some of that all over my face too. Then one load to cover my back and have him rub it deep into the pores of my skin like he just did. Then another to cover my legs in the same way. Then one for my stomach and arms. Finally, he could rub his dick all over my tits just like he did my ass crack, and really take the time to rub the cum in all over my chest. Let's see... How many deposits is that? Five. He could handle that, no problem. He's done ten in one day!

Later in the day he could do a freshening up with another load on my face and into my mouth. Wouldn't it be great if my face was just caked with cum? Suzanne and Katherine would be so jealous. I'd walk around naked all day and they'd get so horny just smelling my cum-drenched skin. Maybe they wouldn't be able to handle it, and start licking me all over. Licking me in very private places...

Her thoughts were drifting into forbidden areas, as she wouldn't admit to herself that she had any lesbian tendencies. So she yanked her mind out of her fantasy and looked back at Alan.

He asked her, "What are you thinking about so deeply, Mom?"

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking what a great son you are. Let's get up. I can't just sit here forever."

Alan helped pull her up and she found she could stand, though just barely. She didn't even dry herself off with a towel, so she wouldn't lose any more of the rubbed-in cum from her back.

He sadly told her that he shouldn't have any more climaxes until the next day. The two of them just cuddled together on the living room sofa, reading different books. Her blouse was open and his shorts unzipped. Alan liked to rest his head against his mother's spongy boobs while he read.

Susan read with one hand in his shorts, keeping his penis semi-hard by lightly fondling it. But it was more that she liked the reassuring, familiar feel of it in her hand than she wanted to stimulate him given that she knew his penis was done for the day. When she wasn't doing that she caressed his chest underneath his shirt. But these caresses were low level, and they managed to keep reading their books.

Katherine came home late. Mother and son then covered up and wouldn't say a word about what they did.

Susan, for all her enthusiasm, was nonetheless quite embarrassed about all the liberties she'd allowed her son. But at the same time, she purposely wore an open-backed dress to flaunt her smell.

As Katherine stood next to her mother, the smell of Alan's cum was overwhelming. Had she only known it was coming from Susan's back, she probably would have been tempted to lick it. Instead, she just cursed her mother's luck and seemingly unfettered penis access.

Katherine thought, God damn these Tuesdays. He spends way too much time with her until she literally smells like his penis. It's like every fucking day is a Tuesday for her and Tuesdays are just a bit worse. ... I wish I had my own day. If Alan really loves me, he should give me a day of my own.

Alan's day ended back in his bed with an incredibly prolonged goodnight kiss from his mother. They necked for many long minutes.

Susan started out fully clothed at Alan's request, so he wouldn't get too excited, but as the kissing went on both of them gradually lost their clothes. She was finding it increasingly difficult to stay in her clothes for more than an hour or two, no matter what she did. If she didn't want to get naked for Alan, then she probably wanted to masturbate.

Then she remembered that she still hadn't given him an abnormality check, so she went ahead and did that. Alan made her swear though that she couldn't make him cum again, so she just did a thorough pressing of every last bit of his penis without stroking him at the same time.

He was able to keep under control, just barely, but it drove her crazy to hold the penis but not be able to lick or suck on it, or even give it a thorough handjob.

Susan ended up having an intense orgasm while she rubbed Alan's penis against her cheek.

Alan was increasingly tempted to go all the way into her mouth. But he knew he would regret having a ninth orgasm when the next morning rolled around, so instead he ended the "goodnight kiss" and "tuck in" and rushed to the bathroom for a cold shower. The shower made him feel nice and refreshed. So he didn't mind it too much.

He fell asleep instantly and slept the sleep of the dead.

NOTE: Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of OmegaZone, EBC, Tiger King, Colin, IBT, Lee, Gnome, Captain Comic, and NightShadow.

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