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 SIX TIMES A DAY Part 5: I Put a Spell on You (MF, FF, inc, slow, reluc, voy) Written by Spacer X (paul_t_22@yahoo.com)
CHAPTER 1 (Sunday, Oct. 13) So she got up and hurried downstairs earlier than usual because the things she planned to cook took longer than usual. It was eight o'clock and she figured she needed to have the food ready by nine, so they all would be able to get to church by the start of service at ten. As she stood there cooking she thought, I can hardly wait until Tiger comes downstairs. I have a full day of visual stimulation and sexing things up to look forward to, hee hee! I'm sure he's going to love this shirt I'm wearing since it's about ten sizes too large, heh-heh. I can't even keep it on my shoulders when I actually want to. The only thing is, it's not fair that Suzanne has all that extra experience. She's such a seductress. And if that isn't bad enough, she's practicing being nude so she can bare her body with ease whenever Tiger needs to get hard. Which I suspect is nearly all the time, heh-heh. Well, two can play that game. Maybe I need a little nudity practice myself. Because she was cooking she didn't want to expose herself up front, so she took her skirt off. That left her ass bare. It's still early so I should be able to stay like this a little while. But what if Alan DID see me, wouldn't that be a hoot? "Good morning, Tiger! Mommy's going to give you your favorite breakfast and your favorite ass. Come over here and feel it, you know you want to. Put your hand on my ass cheeks, just like that. ... Oh! Tiger! I didn't say you could take off my top and my apron too! You naughty boy! ... But since you insist, yes, you can play with Mommy's boobies too. Oh Tiger! What are you DOING?! What is that hot long thing sliding up and down my ass crack? You're so aggressive today! Now what are you doing?! Don't put that big thing in my mouth, it'll never fit! Oh TIGER!" Tee hee hee. I'm so naughty. She practically danced around the kitchen, she was so fired up by her semi-nudity. But time flies when you're having fun and Susan got so caught up in what she was doing, not to mention all her happy daydreams, that she lost track of time. Susan had been standing in front of the stove, working on the waffles. She froze. Then, without turning, she brought both hands to her ass cheeks, trying to cover them up. But her ass cheeks were a lot bigger than her hands, so Alan still had a great view, especially of her ass crack and a hint of her pussy between her legs. In fact, in a way she actually showed off more, because putting her hands there caused her shirt to raise up some, showing off all of her ass instead of just the lower half. Blushing, she said, "Alan?! Tiger! What are you doing up already?" "What do you mean, Mom? This is the usual time I come down on a Sunday." "Is it that late already? Oh dear. I'm afraid I lost track. You're not supposed to see me like this! This is so embarrassing!" Had it been anyone else protesting, even Amy, Katherine, or Suzanne, Alan would have done the gentlemanly thing and averted his eyes and probably left the room. But this was his knockout mother and his curiosity got the best of him. He lied, "Don't worry, Mom, I'm not looking." "Thank heavens for that." She withdrew her hands from her backside and went back to cooking bare assed. She thought about changing, but decided the waffles needed immediate tending first. She told herself she'd go and change in a minute or two, when this batch was done. Alan was actually disappointed she withdrew her hands, because the way she was clutching herself was extra sexy. It even seemed like she was repeatedly squeezing her ass cheeks a bit, though he wasn't sure if that was his imagination or not. For a few glorious moments as she pulled her hands down to her thighs and then took them away, he was able to see nearly the entireity of her ass before the cloth fell down onto it again. He had to get a closer view. He walked across the kitchen until he was just
a few feet away. Shit! You can see
everything! I can even see the pussy hairs from her front side. "That IS a good question," Susan said, stalling for time while she tried to figure out what to say. Oh dear! My Tiger is really staring at my ass. It's not just another fantasy of mine this time. How do I explain things? "Son, I was just so practicing being naked to help you cum hard and often, and I got so distracted wondering what it would be like to hold and suck your big member that things kind of got out of hand and I forgot to put my skirt on"? No that's not gonna fly. Just listen to myself talk though. I'm so wicked! I've completely lost my way and fallen from the path of righteousness. Thank goodness I'm not a Catholic because I sure wouldn't look forward to my next confession with a priest! But THINK, Susan, think! Finally, she said, "Well, I, uh, I was doing a load of laundry, and uh, I, er, I realized that my, uh, skirt... My skirt, it was, um, needing to be washed, so I put it in there and, in the washer I mean, and, uh... I was thinking that since I was down here early cooking your favorite breakfast, um, it wouldn't matter. You know, how I was dressed. But I lost track of the time and, well, you can see what happened." Unfortunately for Susan, she was as honest as they come and when she lied it came out sounding like the feeble lie that it was. "And why aren't you wearing panties, either?" he asked. Susan was so ashamed by that question that she wanted to weep. But she held herself together and replied more honestly, "You should know the answer to that. Suzanne, that big meanie, she won't let me! Don't you remember the discussion with Amy, how the four of us Plummer and Pestridge ladies have agreed not to wear any undies to help sex things up? But I didn't expect not to wear undies AND a skirt! It's so... shameful!" Alan, not surprisingly, didn't buy her washer explanation, so he went back to that. As he continued to stare at her firm and sexy butt, he pointed out, "But if you put the skirt in the washer, then how is it I don't hear the washer going." He took a couple steps closer and even bent down a little to get a better look at her flawless bubble butt. "Oh. Well, uh, the washer is done. And there's a problem with the dryer, you see, so I'm air drying them." She thought, Thank goodness I don't have to look him in the eyes as I tell these blatant falsehoods or I'd never manage to say the words. Now I can add lying to loved ones to my rapidly growing list of sins. Oh dear. When will the madness stop? And to make matters worse, my pussy is getting all wet. What it he sees me dripping?! What will he think of his wicked mother? Alan noticed some holes in her explanation, even if one disregarded her shaky and unconvincing voice. For one thing, if the clothes were being air dried than that would mean her skirt wouldn't be ready for hours. There wouldn't have even been time to wash and dry them in the machines before he and Katherine came down. But he decided that any further probing would only further embarrass her. So instead he asked, "Oh. Well, what are you cooking then? Did you say you're making my favorite?" Susan had been on the edge of panic, but with the change of topic it was like a big weight had been lifted from her. She walked a few feet to the sink to wash some fruit, giving Alan a new angle on her butt, not to mention the delicious sight of her ass cheeks moving as she walked. On one level of consciousness she answered Alan's question with an explanation about all the things she was cooking. but on another level she was thinking, Oh dear! I dodged a bullet there with my lame lie, but I'm still cooking with a naked ass and Tiger's still right there! In fact, his voice has only grown louder, which means he's been getting closer to me. I can't bear to look, but he must practically be standing right behind me right now! What'll I do? What if he reaches out and starts fondling my posterior? I don't know if I'd be able to resist. I don't know if I WANT to resist! But I must! It doesn't matter what a cutie pie he is, or how well-hung he is, he's still my son! Finally, she was forced into action by the sound of Katherine tromping down the stairs. The kitchen was only separated from the dining room by a counter and there was a wide opening from there into the well-traveled living room. But there was also another way out of the kitchen, a hallway leading from it to other rooms in the house on the other side of the central stairwell. Susan needed to act quickly. Without even so much as an explanation to Alan, she fled down that hallway before Katherine could come into view. She hid in a lower bathroom until she heard the sound of Alan and Katherine talking, then she ran bare assed coming up the stairs from a different direction and made it all the way back to her bedroom without being seen. She quickly changed and rushed back down to tend her still cooking waffles. A part of her was terrified and appalled at what she'd done, but at the same time she'd never felt so alive in years. Even the running around bare assed had been a terrific thrill. However, after she'd calmed down and her children went upstairs to finish getting ready for church, her guilty feelings took over. She sat at the dining room table, staring out the window, mulling over recent events. What's come over me? I'm turning into the kind of wild and immoral hussy that my mother always warned me about. It was bad enough I took my skirt off and then spaced out until Tiger saw me. But what's even worse is that I didn't mind that much that he was looking at my bare posterior. In fact, I kind of liked it. I got a kind of perverse thrill - and that's certainly the right word, perverse - from knowing that he was staring at my butt. And I don't care if he said his eyes were closed, I KNOW he was looking. I could even hear his breathing growing heavy! God, it was so HOT! I don't know WHAT would have happened if Angel hadn't come down just then. Thank goodness she did. This last thought wasn't made with any conviction. She continued in this vein, trying to deny her true feelings, It's all well and good that Katherine and I help provide the visual stimulation. After all, I promised Suzanne I would and there's no sin just dressing with a little sex appeal. But I have to draw the line at no baring of my private parts. Certainly Suzanne would understand my reasons for that. And holding Alan's big fat dick in my hands and stroking and stroking it until his hot cum splashes all over my face and drenches my big tits is right out! I mean, I'm trying to be a helpful mother and all, but I have my limits! CHAPTER 2 Alan often was able to beg off from going to church since he didn't like going, but there was no chance of that today. Susan felt so guilty from her ass exposure that went a little overboard with religious fervor. Alan could tell it would be counterproductive to even ask to stay home. A somber and puritan mood remained when they got back from church, but it didn't stay that way for long. Suzanne came over to the Plummer house shortly after lunch. She wore a top that left her midriff exposed. She was eager for more fun with Alan. However, he was taking a nap already and Katherine had gone out. Susan was in a bad mood and complained, "Suzanne, you call that a shirt? That's more of a bikini top than a shirt, in my book. You can go traipsing around like so kind of shameless hussy in your own house, but please don't do it in mine!" Suzanne put two and two together. She didn't know what had happened before church, but she figured at the very least church could bring on a new burst of moral righteousness. So she said, "Susan, please don't be that way with me. I'm your best friend, okay? Now tell me, what's got you all worked up?" It took a while, but eventually Susan spilled all the details of how she'd been caught cooking bare assed. In telling the story, Susan found herself getting sexually worked up again as she recalled how she trembled with excitement, half-expecting Alan to reach forward and fondle her ass cheeks at any moment. Suzanne didn't have to do much to put Susan back in a sexy mood, thanks to the story telling, but just to make sure Susan didn't slide back, she said, "Susan, I agree with what you said, that walking around with a bare butt is going too far. What we need to do is find just the right kind of outfits that will excite Alan and help his condition but at the same time preserve your modesty." So Suzanne brought another big pile of her clothes over and the two of them went to Susan's bedroom and played dress up for a couple of hours. Susan grew increasingly giddy as time went on. Suzanne constantly goaded her on with comments like, "Alan will love that dress," or, "He'll totally flip for that one." After a while, when she knew Susan was really worked up, she said more provocative things like, "Oh, Alan will definitely blow his load when he takes one look at you in that," or, "Watch out, if you wear that in front of Alan that big erection of his will split his shorts right in two." When they were all done, Susan
came out of her bedroom dressed in one of the sexiest combinations they'd tried on.
She wore a top Suzanne had specially prepared for her. It was a skin-tight, thin, and white tank top. She also wore short
jeans shorts that were most noticeable in how they hung low down her hips.
The button to unfasten them was only an inch or two above the top of
her pussy. After Alan woke up, he'd decided to take a book and go sit by the pool. He was in the middle of rereading The Lord of the Rings, so he took that. He was ready for some more tempting and teasing, and though he was all alone, he figured that the pool area was a good place to see some more skin. He didn't realize just how right and lucky he was. Alan gaped for some long moments while Susan's nervousness grew. She half-expected him to say something like, "Mom! Put some clothes on already, you're embarrassing me!" But instead, he said, "Mom! Wow! Whoa! I'm speechless." Suzanne, still standing behind Susan, felt his words weren't clear enough to put Susan at ease. So she flapped her arms in the air as if trying to scare away a flock of birds, hoping Alan would get the non-verbal message that more compliments were needed. Alan understood and added, "Mom, you look so great! You know what you are? You're a babe! A total babe! Nobody would believe you're a suburban housewife and not some kind of hard bodied fashion model. Seriously! You should be a lifeguard on 'Baywatch.' Pamela Anderson would be jealous about you." Susan tingled with pleasure from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. She was practically dizzy from all his compliments. "You're just saying that," she protested, hoping he'd say more. "It's true! Not only that, but you don't know how much this means to me, all the effort you're putting in to help me with the visual stimulation. I know it can't come easy for you to walk around without a bra, your big breasts jiggling and bouncing, your hard nipples clearly visible as they poke through your practically see-through top. I love you even more than before for your big efforts to get me soooo ... daaaang ... hard! Thanks!" By the time Alan was half way through saying that, Suzanne was waving her arms again and shaking her head no, trying to tell him that he'd gotten too graphic. But he was so transfixed on Susan's lightly bouncing chest that he was oblivious to Suzanne's signals. Susan looked down at her chest. "Oh dear!" In the dim light of her bedroom she hadn't realized how transparent her top could look when out in the bright sun. It was practically like someone poured water on it and she realized to her horror that her nipples were faintly visible. She covered her chest with both arms. "Tiger! You're not supposed to see that!" But Alan was on a lust-driven roll. "Why not? Mom, you're a babe and you've got a rack that proves it! God, it would be so sweet to take those puppies in my arms and suckle on those firm, uh, tasty, uh, er, nipples..."
Susan had a deer-in-headlights look. She wanted to chastize him for saying inappropriate things, but all she could think about was what it would feel like to have her son firmly grasping her breasts with both hands and pulling on her nipples with his fingers and teeth. She scuttled back into the house in a daze, without even saying a word. Once she was safely back in the house, she beamed with pure joy. She kept thinking, "He thinks I'm a babe! 'A total babe!'" She realized her pussy was dripping and rushed to the bathroom to clean up. Suzanne lingered behind just long enough to say to Alan, "Thumbs up there, Sweetie. I was afraid you laid it on too thick, but I think it worked out in the end." She licked her lips. "And speaking of being touched, some lucky boy right here is going to get touched by his Aunt Suzy very soon." Alan protested, "I wasn't laying it on thick; I really meant every word." "I know. You're honest at heart. That's one reason we love you so much. But still, compliments don't hurt. You keep saying nice things to her and mark my words: you'll find your meaty sausage sliding inside her ruby red lips before too long. Tootles!" She turned to go, but then stopped and looked back at his crotch. "Oh. And speaking of thick, looks like you got a problem there in your lap. But promise not to take care of it just yet, okay Sweetie? I have some more Mommy fun coming your way." She gave him a dainty wave and walked away, leaving him completely floored. Then the two women stayed inside for a while. Suzanne didn't like to sit in the sun in the middle of the day, owing to her extremely fair skin. But, inspired by Susan's attitude and Alan's relatively suave compliments, she encouraged Susan to go back out in a bikini to serve Alan some milk and homemade cookies. Susan never would have imagined wearing a bikini. Only one week before, if she'd been asked about bikinis, she would have said they should be outlawed altogether, but now she could hardly wait to wear one in close proximity to her son. She went back out to deliver the snack and found herself so flattered by even more compliments from her son that he talked her into staying for a while. She ended up sitting on the lawn chair next to his. CHAPTER 3 Katherine also came home around the same time, noticed the poolside gathering, and put on a bikini to join in too. Amy was sitting reading in her room and heard the sounds of laughing by the Plummer pool, which she could easily see from her window. She quickly came down and joined in as well. Within minutes, Alan had gone from being alone to being surrounded by three voluptuous and scantily-clad women. He figured it was his lucky day but what he didn't fully realize was that the other women were put off by the presence of Amy. While she was practically family (she even called Susan "Aunt Susan" sometimes), the others didn't know how she fit in when it came to sexual situations. However, Alan's hopes for something erotic happening weren't completely dashed. Amy lay down on her stomach on a towel, with her bikini top undone and laying
underneath her. After a few minutes, she sat up and began chatting
with Alan. She left her bikini top on the ground, leaving her topless. Susan was still mostly clueless on how Katherine had changed her ways. She would have flipped her lid if she had known about Katherine's pool escapade
from the day before. Susan's sexual attitude was very much in confusion at the moment, which meant that she was confused and inconsistent in dealing with Katherine too. Soon the three teenagers were splashing each other and having fun. They began playing water games that none of them had played for years. For instance, they played Marco Polo, where one person had to keep their eyes closed and try to find another person. Susan felt a childish desire
to join in. Deep down she felt like she was still a kid at heart. But she decided it would be
unseemly for a parent to play such a game and went back to reading a
book. This happened several times. Alan enjoyed this game even if he couldn't really figure his sister out. He was remarkably slow on the sexual uptake from having no prior experience in anything. At first, he thought such grabs really were accidents, since they were playing very physical games with a lot of touching and grabbing, but it happened so often that he finally started to wise up. However, he also was too shy to see what would happen if he reciprocated, especially since he never knew if Susan and/or Amy might see what he was doing. He really wanted to try something, but he kept chickening out. After a while, he thought, This sucks. I need someone like Suzanne to take the situation in hand, so to speak. Katherine was irked that he didn't fondle her tits a single time, even though she rubbed them up against his chest a number of times. She thought, Sheesh! How much more obvious do I have to get? Whatever hesitancy and guilt she'd had in the wake of exposing herself to him at the pool the day before was long gone, swept away in all the excitement of flirting and touching. Finally the three of them grew tired and went back to lying in the sun.
Alan thought that he'd get his chance to apply lotion, and suggested, "Does anyone need any more suntan lotion?" Alan didn't find it so cool. But she figured she could at least do her part in providing some more "visual stimulation." She decided to have her revenge at her mother's no topless rule by lying face down and undoing her bikini top, just as Amy had done earlier. But she went one step further and undid her bikini bottom as well, since it was the kind that could be untied. She initially left it in place, but slowly let it slip open across her butt. Alan certainly didn't fail
to notice what she was showing, and especially stared intently at her ass. Her body shone alluringly
from all the suntan lotion. His erection showed no sign of subsiding. Amy had managed to completely remove the bikini bottom while Susan was complaining. She stood there dumbly holding it in her hand, while Alan
drank up her nakedness eagerly. "M'kay," she finally said in a defeated voice. She bent over and she began to stick her foot back through it. Susan gasped. "Amy! Don't let Alan see your you-know-what!" "No, what?" "You know, the private place between your legs." "My asshole?" Amy was staying frozen in place until Susan explained herself. Susan grew painfully embarrassed and found her nipples were rock hard. "No, your other, uh, hole, er, down there." "You mean my cunnie? My cunt?" Amy helpfully ran a hand up her thigh towards her pussy lips. "Amy! Such language!" "Well, what's wrong with showing him that? After all, Katherine is too, pretty much." Susan looked
at Katherine and saw her daughter's bikini bottom covering
little more than part of her ass crack. She cried in horror, "Katherine, what are you doing?!"
Because Alan was wearing sunglasses, she couldn't actually tell where he was looking. But she could guess well enough from the big bulge in his swimsuit. Susan found herself getting flushed
and agitated as she stared at his bulge a few seconds too long. She was further embarrassed to belatedly realize that Alan knew she'd detected his arousal by checking out his package. Katherine was still sitting up, tying one side of her bikini bottoms back together. That left her topless and mostly bottomless too since the other side of the bikini bottoms hadn't be retied yet. She was deliberately taking her time. Suddenly Amy walked into Susan's view as she came over to help Katherine. "Need any help with that?" she asked sweetly. The only problem was, she was buck naked, having temporarily given up on dressing herself back up. Susan was really at a loss now. "Amy! No! Please! Go back to where you were and put your own bikini back on, thank you very much. Let Angel take care of herself and faster. For crying out loud, people need to put some clothes on!" She thought, This is ridiculous. Amy and Katherine are incorrigible. Are they purposely wallowing in depravity, or just trying to test me, or what? I feel like I'm fighting a losing battle here. I might as well just take off my bikini as well. Hrmph! I'm so exposed as it is, what would be the difference? Her pussy started to tingle as she warmed to the idea. What if I do just strip? After all, Suzanne says I need to give Alan more visual stimulation. And look: Amy and Angel are both fumbling around and taking forever getting their bikinis back on. I need to defend their virtue. If I were to unleash my big breasts, certainly my Tiger would look my way instead of back and forth at the other two like he was trying to watch a ping pong match. Obviously he's very hard. Very, very stiff. This is the time he needs to whip out his member and "jack off" as Suzanne calls it. Maybe he'd get so inspired seeing me naked that he'd whip it out and stroke it right here in front of me. Er, I mean us. God, that would be SO HOT! Uh, I mean, it would be very, uh, helpful with his, uh, medical treatment. Not only that, but Suzanne made the excellent point that it's morally imperative that Tiger should never spill his seed on the ground. If I were to offer him my face and chest, I could save him from sin! In fact, that's another excellent reason for me to take my top off, so he doesn't stain my bikini with his nasty seed! Oh God! Such POTENT and FERTILE seed, coming from that BIG and THICK erection of his! Mommy's just gonna DROWN in a cum bath of love! But Susan's fantasy of stripping was just, that a fantasy. She never seriously considered the idea. As she looked around and saw Amy and Katherine as they finally finished getting their bikinis back on, she slowly came down from her erotic high. CHAPTER 4 Susan felt guilty for her hypocrisy in chastising the girls for getting naked when that's what she secretly wanted to do herself. So she said to Katherine, "Sorry. I guess I overreacted. I forgot they made suits like that. Let me guess - Suzanne just bought that for you." Katherine grinned and nodded. Susan sighed. "That woman. What is she doing to
this house? It's okay if you untie your bottoms when you lie down as long as you keep all your vital areas covered. Okay? But be careful when you're sitting up like that, or you'll
give Alan a free show." Still more than a little excited, Susan said, "Okay, you got me. I suppose I am wearing a bikini in the hopes that Alan will look at my nearly naked body and feel inspired to shoot a big load. Um, wait! I didn't mean it like that! What I meant to say is-" Katherine interrupted, "It's okay, Mom. I know what you mean. And Alan thanks you for being such a cool and helpful mom, don't you, Big Brother?" "Me? Oh yeah, totally. Thanks. All of you." Amy replied, "No prob. It's totally fun! I love to get naked. Aunt Susan, would you mind if I take my top off again? I promise I'll keep the bottoms on this time." Susan sighed. "Very well. Since I'm not your mother I guess I can't stop you." "Woo-hoo!" Amy whipped the top off immediately. Susan continued, "But Katherine, you ARE my daughter. A little bit of visual stimulation is all well and good, but I worry about these bikinis. You know how I've complained about bikinis in the past. I don't know why I listened to Suzanne. She just bought this for me and practically forced me to wear
it. Next time I'll wear the one she bought me last week." Susan lapped up the compliment. She egged her on with the comment, "No, you're just saying that." "No, really. Don't you agree, Brother? What's especially sexy are your nipples. I've never seen nipples
so pokey. They're just about to poke right through your top. You must
be thinking about something really sexy!" She giggled some more. All this talk had of course turned Alan's attention to his mother's breasts, and especially her very visible nipples. He'd been spending much of his time at the pool staring at them and at the rest of her body from behind his dark glasses, but he was happy for the reminder to admire her very erect nipples.. She continued, flustered and wiggling around, "Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed. I wasn't
thinking about anything! The fact that Alan is here with his strong chest and big bulge has nothing to do with it! Sometimes nipples just get hard for no reason, just like the private parts of men do." But that only aroused Alan even further, since her
tits were so big that an arm couldn't hope to cover them, and the hand
over her face meant he could stare even more blatantly without worrying
if she could tell where he was looking. He was definitely on the verge
of cumming now just from all the visual stimulation, and he frantically
strained all his might to prevent himself from ejaculating in his swimsuit. "No, Mom. I'd love to see you topless. I have to agree with Katherine. You ARE a total fox. A stone cold fox. You should be proud of your impressive chest and well built body. I don't know why you've been hiding it for so many years." She thought to herself, I know it's weird, but can't I feel pride if my son gives me a compliment? I 'm a "total stone cold fox," whatever that means. Hee hee! Now, if only these damned nipples would go down already! She made another furtive glance at the bulge in her son's shorts, and then forced herself to turn away. Goodness gracious how I'd love to go topless, but someone here needs to be the responsible one. It's a Sunday afternoon and I'm completely forgetting the teachings of Jesus. Didn't He say something against nudity? He must have. Didn't He? She replaced her usual glasses with
prescription sunglasses, and stared at Alan's body from behind the dark
lenses. Her nipples didn't go down and in fact she could feel them throbbing.
She repeated his words: "Stone cold fox." "Impressive chest." "Well
built body." Oh, my son, I know such superficial features don't
really matter in the eyes of the Lord, but your compliments make me so happy!
Alan knew that she was extremely trusting and naïve and
would especially believe anything a close friend like he would say.
He tried to figure out how he could use that to his advantage so he
could not just look, but touch her tempting body as well. That further drove all thoughts of reason
out of Alan's brain. He felt uncharacteristically wicked urges arise. It's like she just wants to get
fucked, taking her clothes off at the drop of a hat. Hell, all of the women around here
are acting like they're aching to get fucked, all of a sudden. Maybe it's time I start
taking care of the fucking duties around here, starting right here with
Amy! Alan put a hand on a tit and another on her stomach. "Look how
fit you are, Amy," he pointed out as he began to rub his hand over
her stomach. "I love these kinds of clothes that show off your
belly button and stomach, 'cos you've got such a nice body." She interrupted. "Golly! What's that? That thingy in your pants?" She pointed a finger right at his crotch. His penis was not only straining against the fabric lewdly, but it was actually visibly throbbing through his shorts. "Um, Amy, you should know what
body part that is. It gets, uh, like that when..." "Hi Amy. Boy, it sure is some heat wave, huh? What a good idea to go topless. Do you mind if I join you?" Katherine began taking off her shirt even before Amy indicated she didn't mind. The three of them sat and chatted for a while. They mostly talked about nudity, and all three agreed it was a very good thing. With much of the talk about going topless, Katherine had ample
opportunity to cup her breasts and heave them up for Alan's inspection.
She'd just managed to steer the conversation to the subject of whose
breasts were bigger so Alan could test their sizes with his hands when
they heard the garage door opening. Alan realized
it was actually lucky Katherine came in when she did, or he could have
found himself in an extremely compromising situation in front of his
mother. Alan, control your urges, he said to himself. You
could have totally blown it. Patience! This all is gonna get really
good if you're just a little more patient. Happily for Alan, Suzanne seemed to sense that Alan was just about to go insane from stimulation, and took him back to his room. As soon as she closed the door to his room behind her, she started stripping. "Sweetie, whip out that sweet cock meat of yours. Your Aunt Suzy has gone all day without sucking your cock and that needs to change right now!" Alan laughed. "Sweetness! Aunt Suzy, I love your brazen sexuality and explicit talk. I don't know where I stand with the others, but with you, you know what you want and you just get it. And the others, I don't think any of them have said the word cock, ever!" She grinned as she stepped out of the last of her clothes. "Well, I don't know about them, but I'm going to take your cock, hold your cock, stroke your cock, and then stick your cock down my throat so I can suck your cock for hours! So don't cock things up or get cocky about it. Cock, cock, cock, cockedy cock! COCK!" They both laughed. "Yeah? I mean, how could I ever forget that?!" "Well, here we go." She crawled to him across the room on all fours. She shook her boobs back and forth as she crawled. As she went, she said, "How do you like to see your Aunt Suzy crawl like an animal so she can eat your fuck meat? Does that turn you on? I hope it does, 'cos you're gonna be seeing it a lot from now on!" Then she took him in her mouth and sucked like a vacuum cleaner. As she licked and sucked, she thought, What's come over me? All this crawling, for one thing. I've NEVER done that kind of thing for any guy in my life! It's not dignified. The problem is, I'm with the man I love for really the first time in my life and I want to wow him so much. I want him to absolutely go ga-ga every time he sees me. But I'm going to have to settle down and keep my dignity. No more of this crawling around, even though it is kind of fun to just go wild. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once. It seemed to be impossibly long, wrapping itself nearly all the way around his erection. He knew that was physically impossible, but it sure seemed that way. And her lips were just as ever present. She could move like lightning, doing the most unexpected things, and then at other times caress his shaft with her tongue and lips in a very romantic and affectionate way. Suzanne didn't back off, but just kept stroking, sucking, and licking, attempting to pleasure him till the last drop came out. She made sure not to have his dick too far in her throat though so it wouldn't go straight down her gullet without her being able to taste it. When it was all over, Alan sat back and looked down at Suzanne. His chest rose and fell as he recovered his breathing. Suzanne looked up. "What is it? Alan baby, you look sad. Don't tell me I did a bad job, 'cos I know I didn't. I'd think you'd be ecstatic." "Well, I am. You made me feel sooo good that I can't even put it into words? But it was over so fast. I have no control at all. I feel like I'm just not living up to the kind of guy you deserve." Suzanne guffawed."Oh, that's rich! Sweetie, I could get used to this. I've
been with a lot of men, but already I can tell you're the best." "That's so sweet. But think about it. You're just starting out. You don't even know what the PC muscle is yet." Dang! Akami mentioned that too. The PC muscle. What did she say about it? I have to exercise it, I think. I'm really going to have to look that up on the Internet if I don't want to embarrass myself. Suzanne kept talking, "And I'm not allowing you to touch me, so all you CAN do is sit there. And it was mostly my fault 'cos I got so excited that I didn't try to pace things out at all. Don't worry. Okay, technically, you may not be the best yet, but you will be. You've got all the tools." She reached out and held his flaccid penis as she said the word "tools." "Like what?" Alan asked. "An above average penis size? A lot of guys have that." "True, you have that, and a few other nice attributes like your surprisingly sweet cum, but you have so much more. It's the intangibles. Aspects of your personality that just make a woman enjoy having sex with you. I don't want to go into now though because we've got better things to do." She began to rub the flaccid penis in her hands. Alan asked, "Speaking of attributes, can you stick your tongue out for me?" "A-ha! You noticed. Sure." She stuck it out, revealing to Alan the longest tongue he'd ever seen. "Wow. That's cool. Obviously, you're the only one who's even blown me, but I have a feeling you're extra good at it, thanks to your tongue." She chuckled. "Oh, I'm good all right, but it's not just the tongue. It's like with you. It's the intangibles. For one thing, the passion, the engagement. When I jack you off or suck your cock,I just want to give you the highest high you've ever had in your entire life and I'll stop at nothing to make sure that you do." Suzanne certainly didn't lack in confidence, but she had good reason to boast. Alan figured it would take ten minutes or more for his penis to revive, but between what her hands were doing to it, her intense look right into his eyes, her naked body, and her words, he found it already growing turgid. Oh man! Here we go again. So good! He asked, "What about your husband?" She grimaced. "What about him?" "Don't you satisfy him? Doesn't he satisfy you? He's like some kind of big, powerful, rich guy. What are you doing with a nerdy loser kid?" "Are you trying to get me to stop stroking you? Geez. First question: yes I did, with ease, way back in the days when we actually had sex. Second question: yeah, he was good enough, back in those days. But now he's TOO rich. TOO powerful. He didn't have time for me, so now I've given up on him." Alan thought about that, and then asked, "But what about other guys? I mean, you're Suzanne, you're like some kind of walking, talking orgasm. You could have your pick of any guy. You could be with some buff lifeguard or bodybuilder or Donald Trump or something." She laughed. "Ha! I've been with lifeguards and bodybuilders, and a lot more. I'm not proud to admit it, Sweetie, but I've had a lot of affairs since I gave up on my husband." She chuckled, "Donald Trump, so far, has escaped my sweep. But I've been with his type. Egotistical assholes, the whole lot of them. If a guy has something special, like a ten inch dick or a million dollar yacht, he comes to think he's God's gift to women. I piss on the whole lot of them. My affairs with those self-centered jerks are over." She looked up into his eyes and said with great sincerity, even as she kept stroking, "You're different. That's what I'm talking about with the intangibles. Your mom and I, we raised you right. Susan can be over the top with her religious mumbo jumbo, but there's a lot to be said for raising a kid with those old time values. I feel confident that no matter how good things get for you, you're not going to become an asshole. That's because you have class. You've got a moral backbone. You've got modesty. I know you're only eighteen and you're still maturing, but you're already more mature than a lot of guys, my husband for instance, because you've got the fundamentals. Heck, you're probably more mature than I am in a lot of ways. I can be pretty selfish and hedonistic." She looked down at his erection. It was back to full strength and she started to devote more attention to it. "No, I'm afraid you're stuck with me, Sweetie. You are the best. I'm gonna stick to you like glue, if you'll have me. My only slight frustration is that
I'm going to have to share cocksucking duties with Susan and Katherine
and who knows who else." Talking about sucking reminded Suzanne to lean forward and begin licking on the tip of Alan's penis head. But she was able to do that, and stoke with her hands, and keep talking too. "And I heard about the nipple incident at the pool today. What do you think made her nipples like two little hardened missile silos? It's you, mister." Alan knew with his logical mind that what she was saying was true, but it was just so staggering, and the implications were even more staggering, that it didn't seem real to him. She went on, "And I've seen how Katherine looks at you, too. She's a little hottie too, don't you think? Can't you just picture her nursing a big fat Alan boner between her lips?" Alan groaned as he pictured it. "I'll bet before long both of them will be calling dibs, vying to see who gets to stroke you and blow you next. Just give it time. I wonder how long it will take before all three of us are all naked on the floor together, just like I am on all fours, begging you to be the one to suck your cock next." "Oh MAN! Aunt Suzy, don't talk like that! I'm just some guy. That could never be. I don't deserve it." She shot him a dirty look and gave his erection a slightly painful squeeze. "Don't say that again, you hear? You're not just some guy. True, you're not perfect. Nobody is. You've got issues, like a lack of confidence. But you're special." Out of nowhere, she started to tear up. "You're my special Sweetie and I love you. So much!" By the time she got to saying "so much," tears were rolling down her cheeks because she was overcome with emotion as she tried to convey the depth of her love for him. However, Suzanne hated to cry; she thought it was a sign of weakness. So she pulled herself together and distracted herself by devoting all her attention to the blowjob. She was passionate before, but now she sucked him with abandon. She tried to show him how much she loved him with her tongue, lips, and hands, since she couldn't put it into words. Alan was overwhelmed, by what she said and her tearing up even more than her insanely pleasurable blowjob. It took him over a minute after she'd stopped talking for him to get himself together enough to say back, "Aunt Suzy, I love you too." He could hear her emotionally choke up again, and he felt it too since his dick was halfway down her throat. He added, "And I'm not just saying that 'cos you're so sexy and stacked and great at handjobs and cocksucking. I mean, you're my Aunt Suzy. What more can I say? You're right up there with my Mom for me and that's the highest compliment I can think of. I know you love me, and, well, it just makes me love you back even more." Suzanne was so moved she was certain she was really going to lose it and cry her eyes out. But her tough persona kicked it. She stopped her blowjob long enough to say in a semi-joking voice, "Stop your blubbering already. You sound like a girl." They both laughed. Suzanne sighed as she lovingly caressed his hard shaft with both hands. She gave it a few kisses and then said, "It's going to be a shame, having to share this sweet meat. But that's okay." She said to herself as much as to Alan, "Six times a day is a bit much for any one woman to handle, even someone like me. I don't mind sharing a little." Then, in a nasty, sultry
voice, she spat out, "We're all gonna get really good at sucking
your cock. Really good." She swallowed him deep. He'd never felt so good, so satisfied. He felt a deeper love and connection with Suzanne than ever before, and that felt far better than the mere physical pleasure between them. Yet still his day wasn't over. CHAPTER 7 But much had changed in the short time since then. The pace of sexual activity around the house was speeding up, the women acting like hungry sharks circling ever closer to their prey. She felt as if something big and exciting was going to happen soon, and she wanted to be a part of it. She'd been in her room when Suzanne came into Alan's room and she knew what Suzanne was going to do in there. She very much wanted to listen in again, but unfortunately for her, Susan had the same plan. The two of them kind of lingered in the hall and bathroom area just outside Alan's bedroom. The both waited for the other one to leave so they could eavesdrop, but neither one did. Katherine went back to her room but kept the door open, foiling Susan since Katherine could see Alan's door just across the hallway from within her room. As a result, both of them missed the big emotional moment between Alan and Suzanne. After two blowjobs in quick succession from Suzanne, Alan felt she'd not only sucked his balls completely dry, she'd sucked his soul right out of him, too. He was tired, hot, and sweaty, so eventually he got up and staggered off to take a shower before going to bed. He put on a robe and headed across
the hallway to the bathroom adjacent to Katherine's room, but just as he was opening the door, his
mother called him into her bedroom to talk to him. He headed off
in that direction. She immediately
stripped and hopped into the shower Alan was going to use before he got there. She left her shirt on, knowing
that the wet T-shirt look could be even more arousing than complete
nakedness. She also wore wooden clogs that helped tone up her legs just
like high-heeled shoes. She turned on the water to get herself wet,
but then turned it back off, so Alan wouldn't know she was there. Her indignation was just a ruse to keep him talking and staring. Her vagina in fact was deliberately wide open for his viewing, and she made no attempt to close her legs in the slightest. If anything, she spread them even wider. But he was
paying even more attention to her hands. She was holding the hose to
the shower nozzle with both hands in the middle of her chest, and rubbing
her hands up and down the hose as if it were a phallus. "Sorry! I'm really sorry!"
he said extremely apologetically. "I didn't mean to be looking
at anything. I'll go now." CHAPTER 8 (Monday, Oct. 14) As she served breakfast, she did a lot of leaning over, and on one or two occasions nearly dropped one or both of her creamy tits out of her robe altogether. But still, she managed to keep her nipples covered nearly the entire time. She wondered to herself, Just what am I doing here? We're supposed to sex things up, but am I getting into the job of tantalizing Alan far too much? Why do I enjoy showing myself off to him so? I can't even say Suzanne made me wear this this time. There must be something wrong with me. When it was over she felt even dirtier about how she was showing herself off, not to mention guilt over her frequent masturbation sessions. The breast exam excuse had worn thin for her and now she spent as much attention on her pussy as her boobs. She vowed to herself, I'm going to stop dressing like a hussy starting right now. Tiger will just have to get his visual stimulation from somewhere else. But by the time Alan came back from school, she was ready to show off just as much or even more than before. As soon as he got home, he put his backpack away in his room and then headed directly to the pool area. When he arrived, Suzanne, Katherine, and Susan were already there. He wondered if they too were hoping the near nakedness of the bathing suits could help make something happen. All of them were wearing alluring bathing suits. On top of all that, she was wearing very high heels. They seemed wildly inappropriate to the occasion, but Suzanne remained determined to wear high heels as much as humanly possible whenever she was around Alan. As an experience sexual temptress, she knew what a big difference in appearance they made, not just how they looked but also how they firmed up the legs and ass. She also felt a growing sense of competition with both Susan and Katherine, and wanted Alan to look only, or at least mostly, at her. She felt the heels gave her an edge. As good as his sister looked, Alan tended to pay more attention to Susan and Suzanne's more mature and buxom bodies. It was hard for Katherine, or just about any other female, to compete with the likes of them. Suzanne was expert at preening herself in sexy poses, and used all her tricks to the fullest. Susan knew no such tricks, but she had a nearly identical body and a charming puritan innocence going for her. It seemed to him that the hug went on a lot longer than previous hugs with his mother had before. He'd never really been hugged by his prudish mother at all except for the past few days, and now intimate hugs were coming fast and furious. She kissed the top of his ear and said, "My big son. I'm so proud of you." He wasn't sure what inspired that, but wondered if the "big son" comment had anything to do with his hard penis pressing her skin insistently through his bathing suit, a typical one much like the shorts he always wore. Holy crap! I'm going to die of shame! he thought as the hug went on and on and his penis poked at her stomach insistently. How can she NOT know what's poking at her there? After she disengaged she showed no sign whatsoever that she'd been aware of his throbbing penis or if she minded it. However, in fact she was very aware. She'd wanted the hug to go on forever. As soon as he jumped in, Susan went back in the water, and Katherine, not wanting to miss out, jumped in as well. The three splashed around and had fun playing with each other, but there was no touching. Susan got out first since she'd been in the water for a while before Alan arrived. When Alan stood next to his sister by the side of the pool nearest to Susan and Suzanne, Katherine realized the two older beauties couldn't see much more than their heads and shoulders in the water. She reached out and grabbed her brother's erection through his swimsuit. As she held it, he thought, Okay, we're definitely crossing some kind of incestuous line here. I've seen a lot of Sis and Mom in the past days, but this is the first undeniable touching and that's a totally different thing. But you know what? I don't feel bad about it. I love Sis and she loves me. Yeah, it's kind of weird to think of her THAT WAY, but dang! She's just so good looking that that kind of short circuits my brain and all my objections. I guess it's true that guys think with their dick. Dang! She's STILL holding it! Suzanne was overcome by curiosity, so she announced, "I think I'll take a dip in the water too." Katherine resignedly put Alan's penis back in his suit before Suzanne could see anything, and then once again was forced to play second fiddle to one of the buxom mothers. This time it was the sight of Suzanne swimming through the water that captivated Alan. As Suzanne rarely went swimming, much less lay by the pool due to her extremely fair skin, this was a rare sight for him indeed. Much to his surprise, not long after he woke up, Susan came into his room still dressed in her bikini. She held her arms open wide and said, "My favorite son, give your mother a hug." He always slept naked but luckily he'd just put on a shirt and shorts, so he stood up and walked to her. She grabbed him and squeezed him in a bear hug, as if he was about to depart for a long journey. "I love you so much, Tiger," she cooed, her voice filled with emotion. She was already very aroused, and her hard nipples stabbed into his chest. Her tits were so soft and so big it was as if they molded over his entire chest as they mashed into him. Her lips were now only two or three inches from his. Because he was only two inches taller than his already very tall mother, he felt that all he'd have to do is lean forward just a little and their lips would meet. The word "closer" resounded in his head as he had sudden visions of the two of them necking with abandon, falling back onto his bed and eating each others' faces hungrily. He could feel her breath, and noticed it was a curious mix of mint and alcohol. Suddenly she kissed him on the nose, and then directly on the lips. But their lips no more than grazed each other before she pulled away and broke the hug altogether. He sighed inwardly with relief. It wasn't really a kiss; more like a tease of what a kiss could be. The idea of fulfilling a fantasy with her and actually getting romantic was too much for him to take, so unexpectedly. As long as there was no tongue, there was nothing illicit or incestuous about that. Some people just touch lips. No big deal, right? Then she said, "But don't mope here all alone in your room; we're still having lots of fun down by the pool. What do I have to do to get you to come back down and join us? I don't think you'll regret it." She arched her back so that her tits jutted out dramatically. He could see one of her mountains of flesh from the side view she was offering him. At the same time she pushed the bikini fabric back into her ass crack and then pulled up. For a second it seemed like her ass was completely uncovered. As Susan went downstairs, she thought, What was THAT all about? I just come up here tell him to come downstairs so he can discover our surprise and somehow I end up practically molesting him! Well, at least it was good visual stimulation. And I didn't actually do anything sinful. Although touching lips together is more than a bit improper. Oh dear. I really have to control myself a bit better. Katherine's face brightened at that prospect. But Susan said, "NO! Absolutely not!" She was actually was more worried about telling the truth than having to do a dare. She was filled with all kinds of forbidden, lustful thoughts that she didn't want to say out loud, especially with Katherine there. So Suzanne said, "You realize, Susan, that we don't actually have to be playing that game for me to make you wear whatever I say." "Whatever do you mean?" "I mean that you've already agreed to wear whatever I tell you to wear, no matter what. Don't you remember that?" Susan blanched as she remembered. Suzanne hadn't been existing that power much lately since Susan was choosing sufficiently risque outfits on her own. "Uh-oh. That's true. But look: what I'm wearing right now is already positively scandalous. I hope you aren't going to tell me that I have to wear that skimpy bikini you gave me. Are you?" Suzanne smiled innocently. "Who me? No, of course not. In fact, the only thing I want you to wear right now is your wedding ring." "My wedding ring?! But Suzanne! That means I'll be completely naked! What if Alan comes back down here?! He probably will! Surely you jest!" She squirmed around in her lawn chair with a mixture of horror and hopeful anticipation. Suzanne replied, "That's the whole idea. But don't worry, Katherine and I will join you so Alan won't focus his attention just on you. And we'll all lie face down so he won't see much. Just your back and your butt." "But-" Suzanne held her hand up to silence Suzanne. "No buts. Actually, there will be three butts." She chuckled. It wasn't that good of a joke, but she was tipsy so most everything seemed funny. She'd brought out a bottle of wine and all three had wine glasses next to their lawn chairs. She continued, "You confessed to me all about how he stared at you in the shower, so he won't be seeing any part of you that he hasn't seen up close already." "SuzaaaaAAAAaanne!" Susan whined. "Don't say that in front of Angel here! I thought that was just between you and me! I feel horrible enough about that dreadful incident as it is, but now Angel is going to think I'm horrible!" Katherine had been silent but intently listening. She said, "No, Mom. I think that's great. You were just helping Brother with some visual stimulation, right?" Suzanne piled on, "Exactly. What's the big deal? You didn't do anything to be ashamed of. In fact, I'm so very proud of you, helping him out like that. I'll bet he rushed back to his room, dropped his shorts, and started stroking on that big and tasty erection of his. Can't you just picture him, Holding that throbbing beast of his, with his eyes closed thinking of your wet and naked sultry body? That's a sight that should make any mother proud." "Is it?" She flopped back down to the lawn chair, conceding defeat. "Oh, poo. Suzanne, why do you do these things to me? The whole thing doesn't sound very proper to me," she added feebly. "In fact, it's decidedly IMproper." But there was no response, so she thought about what Suzanne had just said and asked, "What was that you said about his member being, um, er... What was that you called it? Tasty?" Suzanne launched into a detailed and explicit description of how wonderful Alan's penis tasted in her mouth, causing both Katherine and Susan to squirm with excitement. The three women continued talking and drinking wine, and before long Susan couldn't wait for Alan to wake up from his nap so she could lie naked in front of him. She was delighted, though also apprehensive, when she was chosen to be the one to get him and tell him to come back down to the pool. When Alan did come back down, Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine were all in position, naked and lying back side up on the lawn chairs. The three of them were all tipsy and more than a little excited about it. Actually, despite her cool exterior, Suzanne was just as excited as the other two. Alan was right in suspecting that something was up by the way Susan had been acting when she came to get him, but he was in no way prepared for what he saw when he got back to the pool. The lawn chairs were faced away from the door to the back patio, so only when he got to within a few feet of them did he realize that they were completely naked from head to toe. He had a great view of their asses and long firm legs. All three were giggling nervously, even Suzanne who made it a point not to giggle. Alan still was speechless and just shook his head. He immediately pulled his T-shirt off and jumped into the pool to give himself a chance to think. What in God's name is going ON?! Is this some kind of a joke? Maybe a test? Not only are they all totally nude, but they're OUTSIDE! Is it possible for any of the neighbors to see them? He looked around and realized the odds of being seen were extremely low. All the houses around the Plummer house had big lots with copious amounts of greenery. It was a veritable jungle between the Plummers' house and any of the neighbors'. And since they were on the side of a hill, the only house that could look down onto theirs was the Pestridge house, and the only room with windows on that side which could have any possible view was Amy's. Susan blushed even redder than she already was. "Suzanne, you're such a meanie today. Why must you flaunt my infidelity?" Suzanne acted surprised and confused. "Infidelity? Are you thinking of having sex with somebody? I thought we're just providing Alan some visual stimulation." She thought, Teasing Susan is just too much fun! Now that I've started I can't stop. I need to behave. Susan blushed about five shades deeper. She stammered, "No! Of course not! You're wearing a wedding ring too, you know!" Alan wasn't quite sure what good pointing that out did, but it made him feel even more insanely aroused than he already was. He considered getting out of the pool, but thought, Man, how am I going to hide my hard on in THIS swimsuit? The damn thing is so insistent it's threatening to pop out the top. There's no way I can adjust it to hide it, not with all this nakedness going on. Dang! Well, I can't stay in here forever. Maybe I'll just rush to one of those lawn chairs while their heads are turned. That's what he did, except that as soon as he got out of the water the others all heard the tell tale sounds and turned to look. All eyes were glued to the bulge in his crotch until he finally made it to the lawn chair. He sat down and tried to compose himself. Things were surprisingly quiet. The others were waiting to hear from him. Finally, he asked, "So. ... Um, how long have you all been lying there like that?" Katherine giggled at her deliberate avoidance of his question. Susan was lying between Suzanne and Katherine and didn't have a good view of where Alan was sitting. So she leaned up in the lawn chair a bit to better look at him, allowing him to see most of her boobs hanging down. Only her nipples were still pressed against the plastic of the lawn chair. She continued, "But it was only a few minutes ago when Suzanne forced us to take off our bikinis. Then I ran up and got you. What do you think - are we more than you can handle?" His sister giggled, then they all giggled. His attempt at appearing casual and nonchalant was obviously laughably bad. Susan saw with obvious shame, "Yes, she forced me. She's such a meanie! She's says I'm not allowed to wear anything around you but my wedding ring! Isn't she cruel?" Her legs twitched and writhed uncomfortably, as if she had been tied up and was struggling to break free. Alan was so aroused yet frustrated that he wanted to bang his head on the ground and cry. I can look all I want, but never touch! And they all look so friggin'... touchable! As if she was a mind reader, Suzanne said to him, "You know what, girls, I don't know about you, but I certainly could use some more suntan lotion. With this pale skin I've got I can get a sunburn from a flashlight. Sweetie, honey, can you help me out here? I'm feeling too lazy to do it myself. Actually, you should help us all out." Alan's eyes bugged out. Katherine's and Susan's did too. Alan managed to nod yes. Then Suzanne casually added, "Well then, since we all just took off our bathing suits, I'm sure our creamy white butts could especially use some lotion." Susan protested, "No! Tiger, please. I'm not ready." But Suzanne said, "What's not to be ready? You don't need a PhD to have suntan lotion put on you. Sit up and let him put some lotion on your back already. "Sit up"?! Susan was incredulous at what Suzanne was suggesting. But if I do that, he's going to see my breasts for sure, even if he's right behind me. She was going to put her foot down and insist that Alan "do" her last, but somehow the idea of Alan looking at her breasts broke her resistance. It was like her breasts demanded to be looked at it and her brain and the rest of her body was just along for the ride. She whimpered and kept her eyes closed as she silently sat up. Her nipples were erect and her head was reeling from an overdose of lust and desire. As he grew bolder, he considered going further around her sides so he could touch the edge of her breasts. And he did, but just a little bit. He just didn't have the self-confidence with women to initiate anything on his own, despite going nearly out of mind with desire as his hands wandered over his mother's nearly perfect form. But eventually he finished with the back. That put him at a loss over what to do next. The safe thing was to do her legs next, but he couldn't do that while she was still sitting up. Suzanne was keeping a close eye on what was happening (as was Katherine). Seeing his problem, she resolved it by saying, "Sweetie, your fuddy duddy mother never goes nude, so her butt is really white. Make sure to pay special attention there with the lotion, or it'll get burned." "Well then, prove it by laying down so he can have proper access to your ass." Frowning, Susan reluctantly did so. "I'll have you know, I'm only allowing this under protest." Suzanne's suggestion for Alan to pay special attention to Susan's ass didn't make much sense because her skin was just as pale on her butt as it was everywhere else. Just like the even paler Suzanne, she had no tan lines at all. However, it was a good excuse for Alan and he planned to take full advantage. While he wasn't brave enough to initiate, he was able to take advantage of opportunities handed to him. Susan continued to complain as she lay down, "You said he wouldn't touch us in any sensitive places and only do the back." "Oh, poo! Very well. I am not a fuddy duddy. I'll show you! Tiger, my cutie, please be careful though, okay?" Alan nodded, and then realized she couldn't see that. So he said "Okay" as he rubbed. He didn't really know what "be careful" meant. For now, he decided to only touch the relatively safer areas of her ass cheeks and upper thighs. He'd never touched anyone's ass before, and was surprised at the sheer amount of flesh, especially since Susan was nearly six feet tall and no pixie. There was no excess flab to be seen anywhere. He was very content to keep kneading her ass cheeks. Not only did her buttocks feel fantastic - soft and yet somehow firm at the same time - but before long Susan relaxed even more than before and started purring with pleasure. At first, the purrs just sounded like low breathing, but they slowly began to sound more sexual, more passionate. His erection was so stiff and engorged that he couldn't get his mind off of it because it was constantly calling out for attention. It craved release. The supposed suntan lotion had turned into a massage, if not an outright fondling, but Susan didn't seem to mind. As he massaged her ass, he noticed that Susan was keeping her legs very firmly closed, so he couldn't get anywhere near her pussy. Her whole ass was clenched up in an apparent attempt to keep even her ass crack from being invaded. But as the minutes passed and she relaxed more and more, the clenching ended and even her legs opened up a bit. Susan felt like she was having an out of body experience because her head seemed to have no power to control what was happening to her body. After she belatedly realized her legs had opened up, she thought, Goodness gracious! Tiger can see everything now! He can see my pussy! I really should close my legs together. What kind of mother spreads her legs for her son? A naughty mommy, that's what kind! I'm just so horribly naughty. So deliciously I really should close my legs. That WOULD be the proper thing to do... I really should... But her legs didn't close. She was lost in a lazy, happy, erotic haze and moving seems like a huge bother. Alan lost all track of time massaging her ass, but eventually he realized he'd been at it so long that if he didn't get to her arms and legs, she actually would start to get a sunburn. So he reluctantly pulled away from her ass, but as a parting shot his hands made a few passes right into her ass crack. Alan was actually relieved to work on her arms and then her lower legs for a while. His erection couldn't stay that hard forever. It didn't exactly go flaccid, but it did soften up a bit while he worked on her extremities and tried to think of unsexual things. He imagine Rosanne Barr and her TV husband John Goodman sitting around naked and sweating profusely. That helped a lot. He slowly worked his way up her thighs until his fingers got within a few inches of her pussy. His erection grew hard as diamond again, but he didn't push his luck and try to get any closer. He was absolutely ecstatic from being allowed to touch her skin in this sensual way anywhere at all and didn't want to blow it. When he was done, Susan slurred, "Shhanks a ton, shport," and then hiccupped. CHAPTER 10 All throughout the lotion application on his mother, Katherine had fidgeted about, kicking her legs restlessly. Sometimes she even ran her hands over the parts of her body which mirrored Alan's caresses on their mother as she fantasized her brother touching her that way, and more. She already was in an orgasmic nirvana before Alan even touched her. Alan continued to be amazed at how dramatically she'd changed from the girl she had been a couple of weeks before. That girl would have never imagined going topless, much less bottomless, and the idea of a man then applying lotion to her naked skin probably would have caused her to faint with dismay. Yet here she was, her nonverbal communication practically begging him to run his hands all over her. Verbally, she remained silent. He wondered to himself, Does she think this is all some kind of game, like tickling when we were younger? This is so much more serious than that. It's tempting, but I'm not going to do anything a brother shouldn't do when applying lotion on his sister. In fact, because she may be willing I'm going to have to be even more careful for the two of us. This is no time to get something going, not with Mom sitting a few feet away! He discovered that he really enjoyed the feel of her skin, which was covered with a youthful peachy fuzz. Also, even though Susan was extremely fit from working out daily with Suzanne, Katherine was even firmer and fitter. She had a tight and hard but not overly muscular body. He found himself running his hands all over her, just for the feel. She didn't mind, even though it didn't have much to do with applying lotion or even massaging. Just like Susan, she started purring and lightly moaning. He also took the time to appreciate her lovely smell. With Susan he'd been so nervous that he barely noticed her smell at all. He wondered just how far he could probe. He found his excitement rising even higher as he contemplated touching her pussy. Dang! What if I just finger fuck her right here, with Mom and Suzanne lying right there? Would Sis want me to do that? She totally would, I can tell. Her groans are getting so loud and sexy as I near her pussy that I'm gonna cum any minute for sure. But in the end he backed down. If for no other reason, it was just too risky. Not only was Susan bound to notice, but Katherine might slap him for being too presumptuous. He resolved not to do anything a brother or professional masseuse wouldn't normally do. He sat on top of his sister's legs to do her ass and back. It occurred to him that his erection, still frantically trying to fight its way through the fabric of his swimsuit, was now mere inches from his sister's naked pussy. That thought didn't help cool him down at all. It also didn't help that, while his mother had limited herself to moaning, Katherine started to murmur some words that only he could hear. She said things like, "Mmmm!... Good!... That feels so good! Mmmm.... Do me there. Yes! Do me there! ... More." He at least felt relieved that he was wearing conservative bathing trunks which were really more like regular shorts instead of those tiny things European men wore. He was embarrassed enough as it was, and could do little to relieve his raging boner. He also felt self-conscious because he knew Suzanne was very much awake and very definitely watching every move he made from behind her dark sunglasses. Also, he was getting too close to cumming himself and felt like he had to pace himself. He tried hard not to look at her pussy so much, but couldn't help staring at it sometimes. But impulsively, just as he was about to finish with her butt, he grabbed a butt cheek with each hand and dug his fingers as far into them as he could. Suddenly she opened her legs much wider than before. He found himself staring at her asshole and much of her pussy. But as he moved his hands in towards her ass crack, she cried out, "Oh, yes! Like that!" He looked over to Susan fright to see if that had woken her, just as he had feared. But she was either still asleep or in a happy daze. Spooked by the close call, he pulled his fingers out of her flesh. "Noooo...." she moaned petulantly. Alan knew he should stop. Katherine's voice was getting too loud, too obviously sexual. It was too dangerous. But he was so aroused that he kept going. He planted his fingers back into her ass cheeks and started probing her ass crack with a stray finger or two. "More like that!" she said loudly. "More in the butt! So good!" He started working his fingers like a baker working raw dough. "Yes!" she cried out. "Like that, Big Brother! Mmm, yeah! Deeper in the butt!" He had a sudden attack of guilt, mostly brought on by Katherine's use of the word "brother." I AM her brother. Her older brother. What am I doing? I'm taking advantage. She probably doesn't even know what she wants and I'm practically molesting her. He got up wordlessly and backed away, almost as if in horror over what he'd done. Alan smiled weakly. Dang! But she still IS my sister? Shouldn't I be trying to stop things? God, I don't know anything anymore. I just know I have to cum so bad! With that thought, he was reminded that he still had to do Suzanne next. She knew what he really wanted to do - go inside and masturbate. She stood up in all her naked glory. "Oh no you don't! I know what you're planning on doing in there. Don't worry, though. Trust your Aunt Suzy." She started forward and he thought she was coming at him, but she walked right past him. Alan was stunned at the grace and beauty of her body arcing through the air. That made him want to cum. Everything now made him want to cum, need to cum. After she surfaced, she said to him, "You must be hot, Sweetie, so jump right in!" So he did. He figured it could only cool him down, in more ways than one.
He backed up away from her naked body, until he backed right into the pool's side wall. She kept coming towards him, and finally pinned him to the wall, putting her arms on the rim of the pool on each side of him. Alan felt like she was the predator and he was the prey. He instinctively tried to duck down to get away from under her arms, but she kept coming forward and smothered her tits into his chest as she embraced him. He gave up trying to escape and stood back up. Her exploring hand quickly found his hard-on and grasped it tightly. Alan was ready to panic. He looked over at Katherine, who was looking right back at him. However, he held his tongue. He didn't want to say or do anything that would draw the attention of Katherine or Susan in his direction. The one good thing about his position was that he was on the same side of the pool as the lawn chairs. So that meant that the very fact Katherine and Susan were so close made it impossible for them to see much more than the heads of Suzanne and himself. Alan finally lost it. His body seemed to crumble as he shot off into Suzanne's hand, but she hugged him tighter and held him up. Rope after rope of cum squirted into the water, dissolving into nothingness. Some of the bigger strands stayed together and floated away. Alan wasn't sure if he'd passed out or not, but the next thing he knew he was still in the pool, still being hugged by Suzanne. But his breath was fairly calm and his mind was more at ease. Suzanne knew how overcome he must have been, so she simply held him in a tender embrace for the longest time. The fact that she was naked and his swimsuit had somehow floated off didn't matter because Suzanne was there to support, not to arouse. But after a while, the both of them grew more aware that they were naked and in an intimate embrace. Alan felt so satisfied that it seemed to him he'd never need to cum again in his life. But as he rested there without speaking in Suzanne's arms, with her heavy breasts pressing into him, he found his penis rising again. Suzanne could feel it rising up her thigh as it filled with blood, seemingly heading the short distance towards her pussy lips with a purpose. Her nipples grew erect at the same time and she whispered, "Am I under attack by a mini-submarine or are you just happy to see me?" Alan laughed, and then said, "I'm happy to see you. VERY happy to see you. Aunt Suzy, you mean so much to me." "Oh Sweetie!" She leaned her head forward and tilted it, closing in for a kiss. But at the last minute she remembered she wasn't supposed to do that. She ended up merely kissing him on the nose. To make up for it, she ran her tongue along his cheek to his ear and licked all over his ear. Alan was surprised just how pleasurable that was. His erection was inspired to reach full length just as Suzanne grasped it. She brought to hands to it so she could really go to town under the water, but Alan kept his arms around her so the hug didn't end. They both looked over to Susan to see if she was awake yet. She was, though she still seemed kind of out of it. Then they looked to Katherine to see if she was looking at them. She was, and with a smirk on her face no less. As Suzanne stroked, she started carrying on a conversation to make it look like they were closely facing each other just to converse. She said in a reasonably loud voice, "So, Sweetie, I've been thinking about your stimulation problem." Needless to say, she purposely picked a topic that would further fluster and arouse him. "I've been thinking about different ways the three of us could better inspire you to reach your daily targets." "I think you're doing a great job," he replied while nodding down to where her hands were busy sliding up and down his shaft. She smiled. "Oh do you? Did you hear that, Susan? He says that I'm doing a great hand. Job. I mean job. Great job!" She laughed. She'd misspoken on purpose, knowing from experience what Susan looked like when she wasn't paying attention. "Whaa...? Wha was... Shhhomewaah talkin' to me?" Susan didn't get up but adjusted herself in the lawn chair so she could look over at Suzanne. Alan was alarmed by that, but not surprisingly, also very aroused. What frustrated him was that he couldn't say anything to Suzanne to give her a hard time for courting danger, he couldn't even give her a look without potentially drawing Susan's suspicion. But then he realized Susan could only see Suzanne and him from their shoulders on up. So he reached down and pinched Suzanne on the thigh. Suzanne said to Susan, "Yes, I was just talking to my Sweetie here. We're discussing ways to improve the quantity and quality of his daily stimulations." Susan sat up and tried to focus. She didn't want to miss this important conversation. Suzanne kept talking to Alan on this subject. But she spoke clinically and in a nearly emotionless tone even while her hands wanked him underwater with enthusiasm. She used generic words and phrases, discussing such things as the need for additional "tactile agitation" and "oral stimulation" but the obvious meaning was more blowjobs, handjobs, and the like. On top of that, her words were filled with double meanings and puns. For instance, with both hands pumping on his shaft, she talked about the need to "stroke his ego" so he could "stand tall and make a big splash with the girls." Alan imagined the eyes of Katherine and Susan boring into the back of his head, but he had no way of knowing if they were looking or not. In any case, there was nothing he could do about it except stay as quiet and still as he could and act casual, since he was in Suzanne's power. As he reached climax, Suzanne continued to talk to him in a flat monotone: "So again we return to the question of assistance in achieving your stimulation targets. Would it be proper for others to assist you manually, or orally, or perhaps stimulation through the soft flesh of a woman's cleavage? And if so, who exactly would be willing to assist you in this manner? Do you think, perhaps, one woman is not enough? Would you prefer two tongues on your erection at once, or maybe even three?" As she said this, her hands flew up and down his shaft as fast as she could move them through the resistance of the water. Alan felt himself gearing up for another big climax. But all of the sudden, Suzanne pulled away. He didn't even have anyone to hug anymore. He watched, perplexed, as she started to get out of the pool. Susan appeared to be rousing herself a bit more, though she was clearly drunk while Suzanne and Katherine were merely tips. She pointed an accusing finger at Suzanne. "Whaa are you two guysh doin' o'er dere? Shumpting's fissshy." But Suzanne by this point was already climbing up out of the pool. Susan saw Alan watching Suzanne climb out and pointed with alarm, "Look out, Shusee! He can see your pusshy!" Suzanne pretended to mind and partially covered her bush with a hand. She stood right in front of Alan, towering over him as he looked up to her from within the pool. "Are you trying to look at my pussy, Sweetie?" She placed a hand defiantly on one of her hips. "Not that much," he replied. Suzanne walked back to her lawn chair, still completely naked to the world. Cleverly, she'd brought Alan's swimsuit with her. "You see that, Susan? He's not staring at my pussy that much. So no problem." Susan didn't know what to say to that. She had feeling something wasn't right. She looked all around. Suzanne, no clothes. Angel, no clothes. ME, no clothes! Don't people usually wear clothes? Katherine was resentful that Suzanne got to have all the fun in the pool while all she could do was watch from afar. She fretted but kept quiet. He waited until Susan closed her eyes. Then he hopped out and hurried over to Suzanne's lawn chair, cupping his privates with both hands. As soon as he got there he wrested his swimsuit back from Suzanne. Luckily for him, she didn't put up much of a fight. He managed to get it back on before Susan opened her eyes and looked his way again. Suzanne seemed to enjoy the rough feel of the towel over her skin, so he rubbed her more vigorously with it. The harder he rubbed and scraped, the more happily she moaned. He soared and scraped in big sweeps all over her body, so she never knew what spot he'd attack next. He leaned forward and whispered, "Mom is right. You are a meanie. You left me hanging back there." She looked over at Susan who was looking away. Then she briefly cupped the package in his swimsuit. "Looks like you're still hanging, big boy." Alan just shook his head. He knew everything she did was designed to give him pleasure, so he could hardly get upset at her devious ways. Instead, he squirted some lotion on his hands and started with her legs. Suzanne complied by spreading her legs wide open. They hung even wider than Katherine's had been, and the bottoms of both legs hung clear off the sides of the lawn chair. As he worked up towards her thighs, both of them got increasingly excited. Once he got near the top of her legs, Suzanne said, "Straddle me!" So he did. She added, quietly, "It's time you do your favorite cocksucker!" Alan looked over and saw her large but firm tits bouncing around on her chest. They finally came to a halt and dangled before his eyes. Then he looked at the equally delectable and curvy Suzanne right in front of him and thought, Today is a great day. A very, very great day. She giggled nervously, realizing she was pushing her luck. But she was fairly tipsy and knew that Susan hardly had the right to complain. After all, Suzanne had told her about her blowjobs in such detail that it was practically as if she had been in the same room watching them. Susan flopped back down onto her lawn chair and closed her eyes again. She struggled to stay awake, closing her eyes sometimes, then fighting to keep them open other times. She was trying to make sure that Alan and Suzanne didn't go too far, or at least if they did, that she'd get to watch. Once he'd covered her ass with a quick coat of lotion, he changed to a more relaxed pace. Sitting on top of Suzanne's legs, with her ass cheeks in both hands, he thought, YES! Now, THIS is the life! My naked Amazon buxom aunt, well, she's pretty much my aunt, in hand, and Mom and Sis lying naked nearby and looking on. And in the great outdoors, no less. It doesn't get any better in this! He spent a very long time on Suzanne's ass. Since it was Suzanne, he felt freer to get overtly sexual, especially during the times Susan closed her eyes. He was getting a very rapid education in women's asses. First he'd caressed Susan's, then he'd more vigorously clenched Katherine's, and now he felt free to go even further on Suzanne. He started where he left off with Katherine, by digging into her ass cheeks and mauling them. He alternated that with softly stroking them, keeping his hands a fraction above her skin so he lightly grazed her fine hairs. That gave her goose bumps, and the alternation between styles also seemed to increase her moaning. Katherine grew intensely jealous as she watched intently from a few feet away. She could see just how he was going much farther with Suzanne than he went with her. She wished she could have been third. So far, Alan had avoided directly touching Suzanne's pussy, even though he had great access to it between her legs. He'd come quite close, but wanted a sign from her before he took the next step. The sign finally came, one he couldn't possibly misunderstand. Suzanne, seeing that Susan appeared to have drifted back to sleep again, reached around behind her and grabbed him by the wrist. She guided his hand right to her pussy, and said, "You missed a spot." He began exploring it very thoroughly. Early on, Suzanne reached back again and brought his fingers to a little nub at the end of her pussy lips. She said, "That's my clitoris, or my clit. Rub it a lot. Think of it like the penis for women. It gets erect too. Except all the pleasure nerve endings you have in that big dick of yours are packed in this tiny little thing." Alan really went to work on her clit after hearing that. Suzanne loved it so much that she threw caution to the wind. She turned over to give him even better access to her crotch and especially to her clit. But to his great surprise and disappointment, Suzanne immediately slapped his hand away right as he started to make penetration. But she said nothing and he couldn't read her facial expression. However, he was allowed to keep at her clit until she had a nice, an very quiet, climax. Alan was proud of himself for making her feel good. The she turned back over and whispered, "Sorry, Sweetie, we should end it there. Your Mom is waking up again." Finally, he climbed off of her. He'd easily taken took twice as long with Suzanne as he did with either of the other two. She turned over, and said, "If I turn over, Alan's gonna shee my pusshy." She was looking up the sky with an expression of pure euphoria, perhaps even unaware that she'd already turned over and was showing him everything. Worse than that, he feared he might lose all mental control. He was thinking of little but fucking them one after another by this point. He suddenly imagined himself raping his mother right on her lawn chair, while she futilely punched him with her fists. Even worse, he imagined her quickly giving in and crying out in an ecstatic voice, "Sho wery impwoper!," of all things, while he pumped into her. It was too much for him to take. He felt his penis would erupt with a torrent of cum at any second. Back in his room, he shot his load almost as soon as he could get a towel around his penis. Then he collapsed and fell asleep for a second nap. Dinner was very awkward. Suzanne wanted to stay and eat with them yet again, but she was unable to escape from her obligations with her own family this time. So, as usual, it was just Susan, Alan, and Katherine around the dinner table. Susan appeared to be suffering a hangover from all the alcohol she'd had in the afternoon. She was a mess and had a pounding headache. Luckily for Alan this prevented any kind of serious discussion, and they ate a TV dinner in near total silence. Alan felt that if Susan were feeling better she would have given him and his sister a moralistic lecture about what happened at the pool. Scantily clad flirtation was out given Susan's bad mood, and Katherine wisely respected that and dressed like her old self. Suzanne walked into the house like she always did - as if she were family. She gave Alan a friendly wink as she walked past him. Amy was very touchy-feely and prone to hugs, but this was still unusual, since the Plummer family was pretty much hug-phobic. Amy normally restrained herself around the prudish household. So Alan asked, "What's the occasion, Amy?" "Oh, nothing much. Just glad to see you. Mom and I were at some boring, fancy dinner party thing. Everyone was so stuffy. I'm just so glad to be back with normal people!" Amy continued to cling to him. She wasn't wearing much, as she'd already taken off some of her formal attire. Furthermore, she was wearing a low cut top, something her mother almost never allowed her to wear. Alan realized to his horror that his penis was erect and pressing into Amy. He commanded his penis: Down, boy! Down! But it didn't help. He rather forcibly but politely disengaged from the hug. Amy ran off to hug other people. Alan thought, I guess that was just an innocent hug. I must still be aroused from everything earlier. I can't allow myself to get that kind of reaction when near the pure and innocent Amy. I shouldn't have taken advantage of her the other day when I played with her nipples; Suzanne would probably be upset if she knew. Why, I remember just a couple years ago when she was a complete tomboy. I guess her mother's genes are kicking in. Does she know her effect on men or is she still a tomboy at heart? Now that I've seen her naked, I can't think of her like I did before. The three Plummers and two Pestridges settled in and watched TV. The evening appeared to be a mellow one as everyone recovered from the afternoon. The energy level generally dropped down until it seemed like all of them were lifeless slugs, fused into the couches. Amy though remained bubbly and oblivious to everything. But the one thing he didn't want to do was think. He was fairly blown away by what happened at the pool and wanted a night to sleep on it before figuring out what it all meant and what he should do about it. He just wanted to be alone and read his engaging book. He buried his nose further into it and tried to avoid any mental distractions. However, Suzanne was on a very different wavelength. She held her liquor much better than Susan and Katherine, and didn't feel bad at all. In fact, given a few hours to rest in the late afternoon, she now felt downright energetic and horny. The "suntan lotion application" at the pool was like a dream come true for her. She'd wanted Alan badly for months, and now it was all coming together for her: not just her plan to seduce him, but even her larger, new plan to seduce the entire Plummer family (minus Susan's virtually nonexistent husband, of course). Laying naked outside with the other two women and even bantering about cocksucking with Susan seemed like a stone's throw away from the completely open, communal, and sexual relationship she was envisioning between the four of them. She was beside herself with excitement. So Suzanne stole away, rushed up the stairs, and practically burst into Alan's room. But when she opened the door and took a good look at him, she could see their moods didn't jibe. Sex wasn't on his mind at all, for once. It didn't help that she wasn't dressed provocatively in the slightest. She still wore her clothes from the formal dining engagement with her family, and even had her underwear on. But she wouldn't be denied the needs of her voracious sexual hunger. He calculated, and then said, "I think honestly, just three times today so far." CHAPTER 13 She stopped massaging his neck and stood up. Then an idea occurred to her. "Wait. Why don't you put on some music? Something sexy. I'll give you a little show. That'll put you in the mood." Oh, I know, he said to himself a little more brightly. "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye. If that isn't sexy, then nothing is. He put the CD in, and went back to his desk chair. Alan duly took his shorts off. His penis was still stubbornly flaccid though. He'd never seen her dance before, and he was impressed at just how gracefully and rhythmically she could move despite her unusual tallness. Her whole body flowed to the music, as she made long, slow, fluid movements to the sultry song. She ran her hands slowly up and down her still fully clothed body. She wore a very stylish and fancy scarlet outfit. Now all that clothing worked to her advantage, because she had more items to take off, including a jacket, vest, and then a blouse underneath. Alan was beside himself with excitement. His erection started to rise. It was more of an upbeat song with a reggae styled beat, but Suzanne liked it too. She picked up the pace and switched to a more active and wild dance. It evolved into a sexier bump and grind which got her sweaty from all the activity. Alan found himself getting sweaty just from watching. His book was completely forgotten. He was hypnotized by Suzanne's gyrations. Alan was excited beyond all reason now, especially after that tidbit of news about his mother, and he panted and stroked himself with enthusiasm. Suzanne finally took her bra off and twirled it over her head, around and around with her finger. Then she let it fly across the room. She laughed at just how much she was now acting like a real stripper - she'd never done this before and was surprising even herself. She said to Alan, "Save some for me." He slowed down his stroking. She said, "Just think: because I tell Susan every last blow by blow detail, and I do mean blow by blow" - she blew on his penis head - "when I suck your cock, in a way, your mother is sucking it too." Then she took Alan in her mouth. Alan was so close to the edge and her words were so hot that he came quickly. He nearly passed out from all the pleasure. His only regret was he didn't have a video camera to record the striptease and treasure it forever. Within a couple of minutes, his penis sprung back to life. Eighteen is the typical peak age of male sexual potency, and with Alan it definitely showed. He felt he could do no wrong and last forever. In the middle of her renewed sucking, he asked, "Is that really true? What you said about telling everything to Susan? I can't believe it." She switched to hands and licking the tip of his penis head so she could talk. "Believe it, baby." "But she's so prudish!" "Ha! Yes, obviously there's that prudish part of her, but I've known there's a raging inferno of lust burning just beneath the surface for ages. You know about my affairs I've had for a few years now, right?" "Yeah?" "Well, over time, I got in a habit of telling Susan all about them. In glorious technicolor detail. How a man's hand felt on my breast." She brought his hand up to her breast as she said this. "Or how a hard cock drove deeper and deeper into my steaming pussy!" She swallowed his erection and took him deeper and deeper with each thrust. Alan couldn't help but feel that he was in her pussy instead. It was all he could do not to cum. Blowing lightly while tugging at his balls, she added in a breathy voice, "So, thanks to that little tradition, it goes without saying that we share most everything that we do to you. I wasn't completely forthcoming to her at first, but now I can be honest in my blow" - she blew particularly seductively - "by blow" - she did it again - "by bloooow" - she repeated herself again just so she could blow even more on his sensitive skin - "with her. And Susan practically doesn't even know how to lie. She tells me everything. It takes her a while to get going, but once she does should could easily spend ten minutes describing a five minute blowjob; that's how much she loves it." "Oh man!" Alan groaned because Suzanne resumed her cocksucking as soon as she finished talking. Just like she did after her "steaming pussy" comment, she went deeper and deeper with each pass until she was practically deep throating him. It was all too much for Alan and he blew his load after about a minute of such intense lip action. When it was over he had an overwhelming desire to take Suzanne in his arms and hold her and kiss her forever. But she was determined not to go any further than a blowjob, and wouldn't even allow a hug. She was in the driver's seat: she could do whatever she wanted, and Alan could only play along. He wasn't the type of guy to normally take liberties or push his luck. Suzanne thought, It's all true. Those were good times, talking about my affairs with my best pal. I swear, I probably got more enjoyment out of telling her about my affairs and watching her busty body squrim around than in the actual affairs. And that sharing tradition was key to inspiring my six times a day scheme in the first place. I could see what a sexual being she really was and it broke my heart knowing she didn't even masturbate. I do feel bad lying to her and deceiving her about all this, but I can't feel too bad because I know better than anyone just how terribly she was sexually suffering. Turning her attention to Alan, she commented, "Let's see. That's number four and five. We still have one more delectable mouthful of cum to go. But it's better to be a woman." But still she wouldn't let him hug her. She gently placed his arms back to where they'd been. "Remember," she said playfully, "cocksucking is allowed, but no kissing." Alan suddenly felt wistfully sad that she was leaving. He shivered at the mention of her husband Eric. In recent days he really had nearly forgotten that she was married. Then he thought, Not to mention my mom! She's married too. I can't believe I'm forgetting my own father. Talk about a bad parent if he makes such a deep impression on his children. It really is like I've never had a father at all. He's like some distant relative who comes by for Christmas or Easter sometimes. She walked right past him and lay down on his bed. She said deviously, "Before we get to some more cocksucking, maybe I'll just get forty winks first to recover my strength. You're going to wear out my jaw. I should hope you don't try anything while I sleep." She winked, and then closed her eyes. She still pretended to sleep, and even made exaggerated snoring sounds. That made both of them laugh, but she kept her eyes closed and mouth closed despite her laughter. Alan began unbuttoning the buttons on her blouse, one by one. She grew quiet. Alan really felt as if he was doing an incredibly dirty thing to a sleeping woman. It aroused him tremendously. Then he went to work on her bra. He had a hard time getting the bra off, and found himself seriously worrying about "waking her." But by gently lifting her up a bit he eventually managed to get it off her back. She still pretended deep sleep. Soon he was vigorously groping her ivory twins. Her quiet breathing turned to moans, and a soft smile spread across her face. He pinched and pulled at her nipples in every way he could think of. Then he did something he always wanted to do: he took a nipple in his mouth and bit on it. She moaned even louder with pleasure. He alternated between sucking and nibbling on one tit while he groped the other. She opened her eyes, sat up, and moved his hand away. Alan laughed at the Casablanca reference. "How did I lose my bra? Were you trying to undress me while I was sleeping?" she asked with false cluelessness. "What were you planning on doing to me? Were you thinking of - oh my God, you weren't going to rape me in my sleep, were you? Bad Alan!" She playfully slapped him. Imitating Susan's drunken voice, she added, "Sho wery impwoper!" That really cracked both of them up. It also reminded Alan of his earlier daydream of fucking his mother by the pool, which excited him that much further. But maddeningly for him, she took delight in repeatedly stopping and talking to him. She really wanted to prolong his joy this time. She returned to her cocksucking duties, and took him deeper and deeper. Right as she had him on the edge of a great climax, she stopped again. As he shot his ropes of cum into the back of her throat, he pondered what she'd said. Could she really mean it? My mom? Touching my penis tomorrow? No! It can't be! Oh God, feels so good! |
So Alan was quite surprised when he came downstairs and walked into the kitchen to say good morning. "Mom! Whoa! You're uh, you're not wearing any... Well, your ass. I can see it!" 
It looked amazingly soft and tempting to touch. He now understood why people compared asses to peaches so often. It wasn't just that they had similar shapes, but this ass was also lightly fuzzy, making him practically drool with desire just to stroke it.
Susan came down to where Alan was sitting, with Suzanne in tow behind her. "Tiger? Sorry to bother you, but Suzanne absolutely insisted I have to show this outfit to you. I don't know WHAT she's thinking, but I find it's just easier to play along with her." She was trying to act casual like she didn't care what Alan thought, but her face was deeply blushing and her legs and arms were twitchy and fidgety.
Alan's words petered out because he finally noticed Suzanne's increasingly desperate arm waving. She made an arresting and jiggly sight of her own as she repeatedly raised her arms over her head, especially since she was dressed in a red bikini, so Alan gaped at her for a bit before finding something intelligent to say. Finally, he concluded, "The point is, Mom, you should be very proud of your body. I'm so proud of you and so touched that you dressed up for me."
Amy stood up and
reluctantly put her hands over her breasts. But she said, "No, Susan, I haven't
forgotten it. I'm sorry if I did something wrong, but I thought it was
okay if we expose ourselves in front of Alan. I thought we were supposed to dress sexily and not wear underwear and stuff. Isn't that what you said last night? Isn't that a good thing?"
Katherine had used the same lotion, so even though she wanted Alan to put some on her, she figured she'd get called on it.
"Sorry Susan," said Amy as she still struggled to get dressed with her bikini bottoms down around her ankles. "I was just thinking that Katherine
had a good idea, and I wanted an all over tan too."
Susan was aghast again and blushed profusely. She stammered, "No,
I wasn't... It's just... Alan, don't... It's just that, uh, Alan, don't
look at your mother's nipples like that!"
Her tank top was white on
one side and blue on the other. It was several sizes too large,
so it hung upon her loosely. But at the same time the cut was so risqué it did little more than barely cover her tits. If she were to make any sudden movements, a whole boob could easily fall out of the top altogether. As if that wasn't enough, she kept her shorts provocatively
unbuttoned, allowing Alan to see the top of her bush.
"Exactly.
I'm sure your mom wouldn't mind if I just pinched a nipple a little
bit, like this." He reached out with a hand and began playing
with one of Amy's nipples through her top.
"Oh, definitely.
But only in this house, right?" One of Alan's hands was now circling
around Amy's back, while the other was cupping the entire flesh of her
tit. He periodically pinched and teased her nipple as well.
Then Suzanne got serious and down to business. She said, "Remember when I said that you'd better get used to the sight of me naked and on my knees, sucking your cock?"
Sure enough, in only a minute or two, Alan made some loud guttural warning groans and began to shoot off.
A few minutes later,
Alan walked in, picked up a towel, and closed the door before the presence
of his naked sister even registered in his brain. When he saw her, his
mouth dropped open in shock, but his shock wasn't nearly as much as
it would have been had she not done a strip tease for him by the pool
the day before or had been grabbing at his penis in the pool earlier.
Nearly, but not all the time. She knew Alan was getting a very pleasant eyeful, and she loved it. But even as she did these things, her face was filled with worry and doubt. 
Suzanne was wearing the most outrageous suit of all. It was a bikini so small that it barely covered her nipples. Even then, one could see fairly well through the semi-transparent material. Only a thin string ran down her ass crack, so from the back one could hardly tell she wore anything at all. In the front of her crotch there was so little cloth that some pussy hairs were easily visible on each side of the suit. 
Alan practically creamed on the spot when he saw Susan slowly lift herself out of the pool to greet him. The water dripping off of her slick wet skin was just as great an erotic sight for him as Suzanne's nearly nonexistent suit. It reminded him of the cum that he shot all over Akami, and for a moment he imagined Susan completely dripping with his cum instead of pool water.
Suzanne saw their faces and suspected something fishy. Alan was mostly facing away so she couldn't really read his expression, but Katherine had a curiously triumphant yet frightened look on her face. 
When she said this, her fingers pulled on her bikini, first pushing the fabric inwards so it sank up into her ass crack, then pulling it back out wide over her butt cheeks. Then she repeated the motion, as if fidgeting. She giggled with glee like a little schoolgirl. 
Finally, Suzanne sat up a bit and turned, and said, "Suurrrpriiiiiiise! I'll bet you weren't expecting this, Sweetie!" As she did this, she spread her knees apart and kicked her high heels up into the air, giving Alan a good view of her pussy lips. 
So Alan nervously went to his mother and sat on her lawn chair behind her. His hands shook so badly that he could barely get the lotion out of the bottle. It was the first time he'd really touched his mother, outside of rare occasions like hugging. 
With his mother, Alan had sat behind her to apply the oil and started with her back. But now with Katherine he sat next to the lawn chair and started with her feet. He wanted to get used to touching her before getting to the "good stuff."
She silently worked her way towards him with a deadly serious glare, like a tiger quietly stalking its prey. 
After some long moments of exploring, he'd obviously got Suzanne really going, judging by her happy coos and moans. Emboldened, he finally started to press two fingers into her pussy lips.
But Amy stopped at the sight of Alan and looked at him as if they were having a dramatic and joyous reunion. With arms outstretched and an even happier smile on her face than usual, she shrieked "Alan!" and gave him a big hug. 
Suzanne liked his choice. She closed her eyes and started to sway around a bit. She looked at his lap and said, "You're not going to stay clothed like that, are you? Whip it out." 
After a couple minutes of heart-stoppingly beautiful, near naked dancing, she fell to her knees and crawled towards him. She purposely still had her bra barely clinging on. Both bra straps had fallen from her shoulders, and the cups somehow managed to cover her nipples but not much more. Her milky boobs hung down forever. She looked up at him with pleading, dark green eyes. 
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