Spacer X Stories: Part 14

CHAPTER 1 (Friday, Nov. 1)

Alan looked up first. He grabbed his sister by the hair and said, "Uh-oh, we're busted." It was their mother.

Alan saw that Susan looked more angry than shocked, which caused him to guess she wasn't entirely surprised about what they were doing. She probably had failed to knock or call our names on purpose, he deduced.

The three of them froze, silently staring at each other.

Words failed Susan. What is a mother supposed to say when she catches her daughter sucking her son's penis? Especially when her anger is mostly because she wants to be the one doing it instead? I've been bursting at the seams waiting for Amy to leave, and I was so ready to do something fun with my cutie Tiger. Instead, I find this!

She was pissed off and hurt, especially at Alan for favoring Katherine over her.

Katherine turned her head and looked up with big surprised eyes, but she instinctively and unthinkingly kept sucking on the tasty erection in her mouth. She was too close to getting a nice load to stop.

Alan knew he was right on the verge and clenched his PC muscle with all his might to stave off orgasm.

"Angel, take that thing out of your mouth!" Susan finally cried.

Katherine quickly complied and pulled his penis out of her mouth with both hands. Susan could go months without raising her voice, but Katherine belatedly remembered how angry Susan could get when she did get mad. Nothing was worth that.

"I'd baked you some cookies just to be nice, and I find ... this! As soon as Amy is out the door, you're on each other like, like, dogs in heat!" Susan stammered.

Alan thought quickly. This could have been a lot worse. Katherine isn't doing anything that Suzanne or my mom hasn't done to me already. Lucky Katherine wasn't fingering herself too, or I wasn't shooting all over Amy, or... A lot of naughty possibilities flashed through his mind.

"What's wrong, Mom?" he finally asked with false naiveté. "Katherine is helping to stimulate me to orgasm. Isn't that okay, now that Father is gone?"

"No, it's not okay!" said Susan huffily, her hand still on the doorknob. "We never discussed this! We never discussed if your sister... If she..."

Words failed Susan completely, but then she started again, "Katherine, you're grounded! You shouldn't have done this without discussing it with me first! Who knows what kind of unholy and sinful things could happen between you two if you don't use some sense! No leaving this house for a week, my so-called Angel, except straight to school and back!"

"But Moooooom!" Katherine whined. Her hands were still grasping Alan's penis. Amazingly, he was still erect despite the interruption. Even more remarkably, Katherine's hands found themselves stroking him again. She didn't plan it or even realize it was happening - it was just an automatic response now. When she had her brother's penis in her hands, she naturally stroked it.

"Why is it I get punished and not Alan?" she asked.

"Because his, uh, manhood has very great needs. He's a terribly cum-filled boy. He has to cum so often that he's desperate for stimulation. He's burdened enough trying to find new ways to get rid of all that nasty cum. You're the one that has to have most of the restraint."

"That's so unfair," Katherine grumped.

"Hey, don't try to sidetrack me by making this about Alan. Are you clear on your punishment?"

Katherine was, but as she thought about the ramifications she asked, "What about the S-Club? What about cheerleading for the football game?" She was particularly interested in not missing a single S-Club meeting, given that they were actually orgies with Kim and Alan.

"Nothing that school doesn't require! Now go to your room!"

"Okay, Mom," Katherine replied forlornly, but she delayed. Even after all this, she still had Alan's pulsing penis in her hands, and it felt too nice to let go. It was like being forced to get out of a toasty warm bed on a cold winter's morning. But more than that, both she and Alan were so close to climax that to stop them was like trying to stop a runaway train on the head of a dime.

Katherine was still in such an erotic fog despite being lectured to that Susan's words were only half registering. She tried to look at Susan and pay attention, but her horny mind was distracted by Susan's risqué clothing, not to mention the hot piece of meat that her hands subtly stroked.

Susan was now wearing a nightie. It was another newly purchased one that drew attention to her pussy because the skirt failed to cover it up.

Katherine giggled, and asked without thinking, "You're wearing a nightgown?"

Susan blushed slightly, aware that she looked silly since it was still hours before she planned to go to bed. In fact, it wasn't even time for dinner yet. She'd expected to find Alan alone and wanted to tempt him. She said while nervously coughing and looking away, "Um, yes. The, uh, dress policy is back to how it was before Ron arrived. Now go."

But still Katherine didn't go.

Susan's eyes dropped to her daughter's hands. The hands nearly covered Alan's erection, so it was a bit hard to see what exactly was happening, but Susan could now see how her daughter's hands were clenching and flexing, exciting Alan even without making overt, long strokes. "Angel, what are you doing there? Stop that stroking this instant! I'm trying to talk to you!"

"Yeah, Sis, please stop!" Alan pleaded. "I can't hold it!" He was fighting for dear life to hold back, but his penis was already past the point of no return.

Susan nearly yelled while she watched his hips start to buckle as he lost control, "Mister, you'd better hold that load in! I'm trying to have a serious conversation here, and this is no time to go and-"

"Aaah!" Alan screamed. "No good! I'm losing it!"

His penis trembled and shook in Katherine's hands, like a volcano about to erupt.

Susan, still with her hand on the doorknob, gaped in shock as she stared at what would inevitably happen next. Her eyes bugged out and her mouth hung open, making her look even more amazed than when she'd first burst into the room.

Katherine was still sitting between Alan's legs, and her face was mere inches from the tip of his penis. So there was only one thing that could happen: his cum shot out the tip of his penis like water bursting through a crack in a dam. She closed her eyes and braced to get sprayed by his warm ropes.

His penis was already extremely wet with pre-cum, and Katherine's hands now slithered in excitement up and down his slippery rod. She figured, whether Susan was watching or not, as long as this was happening she might as well enjoy it to its fullest. Occasionally, her sliding hands went over the penis head, diverting the blast momentarily from her face into her wet hands.

But overall, most of Alan's cum landed squarely in the middle of Katherine's face. It was a good thing her eyes were closed, because her cheeks, eye sockets, nose, and eyebrows took most of the spray.

When it was over, Katherine was afraid to open her eyes for fear of some cum dripping into her eyes. She was also afraid to see Susan's disapproving face. Thoroughly addicted to the taste of Alan's cum already, she had a strong desire to lick her face and stuff her mouth full of his jizz. But she felt ostentatious licking would only get her in more trouble - she'd already pushed her luck way too far.

However, it turned out that there was so much cum around her nose that some of it ran in rivulets right into her mouth. She delightfully lolled fresh gobs of cum on her tongue to the ignorance of her mother.

Susan though, was livid. "KATHERINE! Into your room! NOW! I've never seen such insolence in this family! I'm hurt! Shocked! Go before I fly completely off the handle! And clean yourself off, for crying out loud!"

Susan finally let go of the doorknob so Katherine could leave. Her eyes shot daggers at Katherine as her daughter tried to go past, but the effect was lost since Katherine couldn't see.

Katherine fled the room with her eyes still closed. She couldn't ever remember seeing her mother so cross. She had no chance to pick up her clothes from the floor as she couldn't see them, and just left them there in her hurry to get away. She bumped into walls as she blindly made her way across the hall.

Back in her room, Katherine planned to properly clean her face off: one hand would scoop cum into her mouth and the other would be deep up her pussy. She figured she might as well enjoy the experience while she still had the chance. She imagined it would be the last time for a while that she'd get the chance to taste Alan's cum, at least when in her own house.

Susan now focused her anger on Alan and crossed his bedroom to stand right before him.

CHAPTER 2

Alan sat on the edge of his bed with nothing on. His penis was a semi-turgid, gooey mess. His thighs too were dripping with errant ropes. He considered covering up his crotch with his hands, but then he looked up at a steaming Susan.

Somehow he found the rare instances of her being really angry extremely arousing. Partly it was because she had a habit of crossing her arms underneath her tits and made them push out, as she was doing now. But mostly it was her face, flush and intense. He figured that if he held onto his penis, he might find himself unconsciously stroking it before long, just as Katherine had been busted doing. So he decided to physically steer clear of that area and think unsexy thoughts.

Susan's if-looks-could-kill eyes were now assaulting him. "Alan Evan Plummer! Am I ANGRY!"

Alan knew that when Susan called him by his first and last name, that was a very bad sign. To throw in his middle name on top of that was almost unprecedented.

"But Mom!" he bravely defended himself. "Don't blame me! We were right on the edge of climax when you came in. I can't help my body. It's like, you can't stop these things once they get started. The body just takes over. My body betrayed me! I'm sorry!"

She nearly snarled, "Your 'body.' You mean THAT." She pointed at his half-erect penis. "As usual, that's the source of all our troubles lately. Your member has turned this house upside down!"

"I'm sorry! I can't help it! It's like what you were just saying to Katherine, how I have great needs. The doctor said I have to climax six times a day. What am I supposed to do?! That's what I have to do!"

Susan was calming down now, especially since she was angrier at Katherine and Katherine was gone. After a pause, she tersely spat out, "I know, I know. But dammit, why does it, why does it have to be so BIG?!"

That was unexpected for Alan. He had to redouble his efforts not to grow fully hard, but he was losing the mental battle. His mother continued to stand at his door and stare at him, though her facial expression was more neutral now. For what seemed like the thousandth time in recent weeks, he stared at her huge tits, making it difficult for him to think rationally.

The nightie didn't particularly highlight her boobs; in fact, they bound them up. But it didn't matter. It occurred to Alan that it was almost irrelevant what she wore anymore - everything got him hard. He now knew every inch of her body so well from constant staring that when she was clothed he could perfectly imagine her naked anyway.

He noticed too that her anger was not that much different from her arousal - she was red in the face and her chest was heaving. In fact, he was pretty sure that the anger was fading and the arousal was taking over.

She went on, slightly less menacingly, "Why does it have to be so thick and hard all the time? Eight whole inches, at the very least. Look! It's getting hard again even as I speak, God dammit! And so tasty. So delicious! Damn you! How do you expect me to be a good and responsible mother in the face of all that?"

She pointed at it with an outstretched arm while averting her eyes with her other hand. She made it seem like Alan had the corpse of a mangled, dead animal between his legs.

Alan was calmer now. He could see her anger passing. "Mom, I can't help it. That's just how it is."

"I know. But it's not fair! Not fair!" She stared at his long prick more overtly now. Her hands were clenched into fists and she shook the fists in the air in abject frustration. "I try to run a respectable house here. But your sister obeys the throbs of your penis more than the weight of my words. She was sucking you off! Cocksucking! My innocent Angel! Did you see her face? Covered in sperm. Absolutely soaking in it! Obscene. Completely obscene! What am I going to do?!"

In a flash, Susan's anger was gone and replaced by anguish and defeat. Utterly drained, she sat down on the bed next to Alan.

He looked over at her face, and he felt like his heart would break to see her so sad. He thought, Look at that. This is why I could never purposely go against her will or make her mad. I have to make her feel better! Come on, don't be sad, Mom!

He put his arm around her shoulder and hugged. "Don't cry, Mom. Don't cry." He could see her right on the verge of tears. "It's not your fault. It's the penis. And the treatment. All this six times a day stuff has made my penis extremely excitable all the time. Like right now. It has a mind of its own."

Both of them looked down into Alan's still exposed and slippery crotch. His penis was harder than ever, and even twitching in the air, as if looking for a hole to fill.

The sight at least seemed to divert Susan's sadness. Despite her anguish, she couldn't help but think, Look how hard I get him. And so fast. He just came minutes ago, and now he's like steel all over again, because of me! Is it my nightie? Or is it me?

He said pleadingly, "Don't blame Katherine, okay? She sees how I have needs, and she was just trying to help. She was just doing what you and Suzanne have already done - what's wrong with that?"

He could feel Susan trembling in his partial embrace. "I just can't imagine my darling Tiger with my sweet Angel. It's just too ... strange! Your medical treatment is simply too much for me to take sometimes."

She took a good whiff of the air and realized how much it smelled like her son's cum. He really has to air this place out. It's so stuffy and smelly. She looked to the open door. I wish we had some more privacy. It would look awkward if I got up and closed the door now.

"Mom, don't you think you're being too harsh on Katherine? This wasn't the first time, that's true. But she should be commended, not punished. She's seen my suffering and tried to help out. Even if it wasn't something sexual and pleasurable, she still would have done the same, because that's the kind of person she is."

Alan rubbed Susan's back comfortingly. Her nightie had very little fabric in the back, and he was acutely aware of the sensual feel of his hand on her silky skin. He was also very aware that he was still totally nude and she was dressed in nothing but a skimpy nightgown. Despite all of the emotional distress, he was nonetheless horny as hell. The fact that she was telling him how thick, big, and tasty his penis was certainly getting to him.

Her body language welcomed his touch, but she nonetheless began to cry. "I must be a horrible mother. To have my son ... and my daughter..." She buried her face into his shoulder and sobbed.

"There, there, it's not your fault," Alan consoled her. "It's nobody's fault. It's just biological. I have certain needs that need to be taken care of. Katherine was just trying to help. It's not incest; it's just the same as how you and Suzanne have been helping me..."

"I know, I know, but..." she cried. "But it's just... It feels wrong. Even merely hearing that word makes me queasy! The 'I' word, you know. Other people wouldn't understand. I just can't understand that we would be put in this situation and that the doctors would approve. It's crazy. I mean, she took such a big load right in the middle of her face! Did you see that? Your stuff completely soaking her face? All the fresh sperm dripping down?"

"It's called a facial, Mom. Or a pearl necklace. Although I guess that's more for doing it on the chest."

"I know that. Suzanne's been teaching me things. But how am I supposed to react to that sexy sight, even if she had good intentions? Not to mention the sight of your pumping cock shooting out all that cum. I meant, uh, your penis, or er, member. Penis, let's call it. Seeing that is rather, uh, troublesome. Not to mention coming here and seeing your penis buried up to the hilt in her mouth! How much can I take? This just isn't normal. And I'm worried. Two young people like you might be well intentioned and just trying to follow doctor's orders at first, but do you know where to stop?"

"I know, Mom. It's weird. But don't be mad at me or Katherine, okay? Why don't you go to her now and have a talk about boundaries? Now that she and I have done this much already, what's the harm of her helping me out sometimes, if she understands the same limits you gave to Suzanne? I need all the help I can get. Especially while Ron was here, you and Suzanne haven't been helping enough. Actually, Suzanne tried, but you wouldn't let her either. It's been SO difficult for me to cum six times a day. You wouldn't even understand how tough! I've been having blue balls all the time, all week long."

Susan looked down at Alan's crotch once more. It was very erect and inviting. Very insistently erect. She looked at the door to the room, which still hung open. She again smelled the room - the scent of cum made her weak in the knees and drove all reason from her brain.

She wrung her hands together and fidgeted. It was all she could do not to just lean over and force her mouth onto his penis while grabbing the base with her hands and pumping it both orally and manually until she was rewarded with a big load. But she held back, trembling.

"I'm so sorry," she said contritely. "Your father obviously wouldn't understand this, so I've been keeping away from you, and trying to keep everyone away from you. I forgot how difficult it must be for you. When your penis was hurting on Tuesday, it must have been because you had to do it yourself, without anyone helping. We can't have that. I'll try... I'll try to be better."

She stared into his crotch and licked her lips. "Look at that. It's like the goddamned Energizer Bunny. Oops, pardon my language. Katherine with her inexperience is obviously unable to completely satisfy you. Would you like my help?"

"Of course, Mom. I'd love it." A shiver of excitement passed up his spine at her casual request to pleasure his penis. She said it in the same way she'd always made offers to help him button up his shirt and the like. It never escaped his mind that she was his mother, and that forbidden fact drove him wild.

She reached her hands over his leg and began stroking his erection. "Mommy knows best," she mumbled. "Let Mommy squeeze all that nasty sperm right out of you."

Alan lay down on the bed, since he was already sitting on it. Even though he'd cum little more than five minutes before, he had no trouble getting hard again, because it was Susan.

She tried to keep a cool demeanor and pretend that she had her emotions under control. But she was only deceiving herself. Just the mere act of putting her hands around his shaft calmed her trembling nerves and soothed her mind but also sent her libido into overdrive. She had a way of getting into it 100%, which blocked out all other disturbing thoughts.

She thought to herself, It's so hard for me. So hard. My Angel, bless her soul, I love her dearly, but she clearly is no match for me when it comes to cock tending. Mommies DO know best. I'm not going to leave him unsatisfied. I don't care if the door IS open! If Katherine comes by, she's just going to have to watch and learn how a cocksucking is really done!

As she got into it, she cooed, "Poor, poor baby. Let your mommy help you out. It pains me to think of you having to pleasure yourself and possibly damage this lovely thing. And the sin of self- gratification. We can't even let that happen."

He exaggerated his so-called plight. "You're right, Mom, if I do it alone my penis hurts soooo bad. Sis was just trying to help. So, does that mean you're not mad at her?" He was trying to take maximum advantage of the new mood of his obviously penis-hungry mother.

But she scowled and said, "I'm still mad! The punishment still stands. She should have talked to me. If she wants to stroke or suck your penis, then just like Suzanne she needs to talk to me first. How else can I be sure that things don't get out of hand?"

"You make the rules, and I want to respect them," Alan said meekly. "By the way, could you take off your nightie to help me reach climax?"

"Hmm... Maybe, just this once..." she said, ignoring that she'd been running around nude quite often lately. She stood up and exposed her gorgeous orbs to Alan.

She desperately missed being an exhibitionist, even though it hadn't been that long. She immediately felt better and more at ease topless. It was almost literally felt like taking off a ball and chain. She smiled, just from the joy of being naked for her son.

She sighed contentedly. Naked and with my hands around his penis. His dick. His cock! God yes! Now this is what I've been waiting for! But at the same time she periodically looked back towards the open door, fearing that Katherine would come out of her room and expose her as a hypocrite.

Alan sat back up to check her out. "Holy cow, Mom, your boobs are so fantastic! I've missed them so very much. You've hardly been naked at all for me lately. You're so insanely beautiful. You look so young. Twenty years old. Twenty two, tops."

Susan beamed with pride. She posed for him for a minute, just standing still like a model being photographed. But she was so naturally modest that she was momentarily struck with a loss of how to verbally respond to the compliment. "Well... Thanks, but... just remember there's much more to your mother than just her bust."

"I know, Mom, I know. You're the greatest all around. And I don't just mean your body. Though I do mean that, too. But when it comes to getting me excited, nothing beats seeing you naked. Not even Suzanne. Every inch of you is perfect. Please be naked more often for me, please?"

"I'll try, if it'll make you feel better," she said, bowing her head, bashful with pride. She was especially extremely pleased to hear she excited him more than Suzanne. But she snapped out of her reverie when she saw Alan had begun stroking his penis.

"Just what exactly do you think you're doing, Alan Plummer?" she said in a mock huff.

"Sorry, Mom, but you get me so excited, I couldn't wait."

She sat back down next to him. "Leave that to us females with soft hands. I want to give you an extra special handjob for being so nice. Not to mention what I had to do at the airport." She was obliquely referring to the kiss she'd given her husband. "I'm sorry about that."

As she grew excited, her fingers began pumping on his erection faster and faster. "God, how I miss doing this!"

Alan was already near the verge, due to his sister's earlier work and Amy's as well. In fact, he suddenly thought - Oh my God - what if Mom came in here when Amy was still here? And why didn't we think to lock the door after Amy left? Such thoughts only increased his excitement. He felt the pressure in his loins begin to build up.

But at the same time, she had made reference to the airport kiss, and that cooled his ardor down some. He tried to focus on that memory, painful though it was, to delay his orgasm.

It worked. Even as she passionately stoked, he was able to say relatively calmly, "Mom, I know you're his wife and everything, but it hurt me so much to see you practically make out like that."

"Please. Forget about it. He's gone. Believe me, it hurt me more than you, but it was just a distasteful thing I had to do. The only way I could get through it was to imagine I was kissing you instead. I love you, Tiger! He's gone and I've got my hands sliding up and down your wonderful dick, so everything's okay again. Please forgive me!"

"Okay, Mom. But you won't do it again?"

"Not if I can help it. Mommy's lips belong to her fierce little Tiger. So do her fingers and tits. Next time Ron will just have to understand that her son comes first!"

"What about the rest of you?"

"All of me. Mommy only loves her cute little Tiger!"

Alan was so excited by this that it started his climax. However, he had nowhere safe to shoot his load.

Susan hadn't thought of that problem either - she was busy regretting that she hadn't been sitting in a position where she could suck him off.

So he simply began shoot his semen up into the air. It flew up high, and then came splatting down onto the carpet several feet away from them.

Both of them seemed transfixed watching the ropes of cum shoot from his penis.

But then Susan suddenly remembered what Suzanne had taught her about the sinfulness of spilling one's seed onto the ground. Reminded by the sight of Alan shooting into Katherine's face, she shouted, "The face! The face! Facial! Pearl! Uh, pearl necklace!"

Alan was otherwise engaged mentally and had trouble understanding what she meant.

Susan too happened to be experiencing a small orgasm of her own - just the sight of Alan shooting off was enough to get her off too. So she wasn't too coherent. What she meant was that he should aim for her face, and cover it in his seed just as he'd done to his sister.

But he was too dazed to move her face into position, and his spasming was over before either of them knew it.

When it was all done, Susan shook his penis back and forth, as if he'd just finishing peeing, and wiped the last dribbles of cum off his penis with her hand. She looked shell shocked, torn between pleasure and restraint.

"You're the best, Mom!" Alan enthused, and he gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Don't worry. I'll give you a nice facial next time." He pulled back and looked at her.

She appeared dazed, and conflicted. She was having post-coital guilt again.

Since she appeared to be blushing and feeling awkward over her call to take it in the face, he changed the subject. "Um, yeah. We should probably get this mess cleaned up."

That seemed to shake her out of her dumbfounded stupor. "I'll... get some towels, and some, uh, ... the vacuum cleaner. You get dressed if you still want dessert. The cookies are getting cold."

She got up and switched her mind into cleaning mode. When Alan turned away, she wiped a gob of cum that had found its way to the back of her hand into her mouth. She thought again about the cum smell permeating his room. "Oh, and uh, please open up the windows. It's very important you do that."

CHAPTER 3

Later, Katherine and Alan came downstairs for the homemade cookies Susan had baked.

As the three of them ate cookies, Susan laid down the ground rules for how Alan and Katherine could behave with each other. She said that Katherine could help Alan "do his thing," but only with her hands for the time being, and only if she asked permission from Susan first.

Katherine admitted that this was not the first time she had provided help, which wasn't a surprise to Susan since Alan had mentioned it a short time before. But she and Alan still kept secret the fact that they had been actually fucking each other too.

Suzanne came over not long after that; even though it was a Friday night her social life lately focused almost entirely on the Plummer family.

Susan was still dressed in her nightie, hoping that Alan might be inspired to need more help later. But when Suzanne arrived, Susan felt self conscious and changed back into regular clothes.

The whole group ended up watching a movie. It seemed as if it was just another night in suburbia.

It was hardly the penis suck-athon Susan had half-expected now that her husband Ron was gone. Being able to give Alan a handjob before dinner had satisfied her somewhat, but she was incredulous that she hadn't sucked him off even once all day, now that her husband had gone.

The truth was, Alan was also expecting more to happen, but his energy was flagging.

Deep down, Susan was frustrated Alan wasn't more aggressive with her. Most of the time, he honestly was trying hard to obey her boundaries and what she actually said, as opposed to what she secretly thought and really wanted him to do. She found it too difficult to be more honest with her words, and in fact she often couldn't even consciously admit to herself what her real wants were. But on some deeper level she decided she could take no more and would take the initiative with her body.

She waited until Suzanne had left again. Since it was already late at night by then, she figured that was a good excuse for her to come to his room wearing her nightie once again. She was ready to make her goodnight kiss become something more, even though he was busy reading.

Alan's door was partially open, so she came in after a perfunctory knock. "Hi Tiger, am I disturbing you?" Again the smell of her son's cum hit her nose and nearly overwhelmed her. It immediately kicked her lusty desires into a higher gear.

"Not really, Mom. I'm always happy to see you." He turned from his work and devoted all of his attention to her. He undressed her with his eyes, no longer showing any shame in openly ogling her incredible body.

She didn't know how to "force" him to get her to suck his penis, and she was too proud and in self-denial to just come out and ask for what she wanted. She tried to make small talk. "Kind of a relief now that Ron's on another continent, huh?"

"Yep. Sure is. Something on your mind?"

"Are you ready for your goodnight kiss?"

"Actually, it's still early for bedtime on a Friday night, don't you think? I'm going to be reading for a while."

"Oh. Well I could give you one now, and one later."

Alan smiled. "Sounds good. Anything else on your mind?"

"Well, I said before that we could reassess things once he's gone. So I've been thinking. I'm ready now to more actively help you out with your stimulation problem."

Alan thought, As if that wasn't clear from earlier today! But he kept the sarcasm to himself and merely asked, "What do you mean exactly, Mom?"

She blushed. "If you, for instance, if you're having a really tough time getting aroused, and you absolutely positively need some help, I could help out. With my hands or even my mouth, if you really need that kind of help. You know, sometimes, mind you, if the alternative is bleak..."

"Thanks, Mom. You're the greatest. I'm so relieved! I kind of had a feeling you'd say something like that, 'cos I know you're just such a great mom." He stood up and gave her a friendly peck on the cheek.

She was disappointed. He seemed ready to go back to his book. "Um, you know, uh, how are you doing right now? Do you have any kind of urgent need that you want me to take care of?" With her son's room smelling like a whorehouse, tempting her and reminding her how his penis tasted, she was desperate to get his meaty slab back into her mouth.

"Thanks, but actually I'm doing okay. Even though I'm one short of six today, I'm afraid of pushing my luck. You know the help Katherine and you gave me earlier? That wasn't too long ago, and I'm still recovering from that. But if something changes I'll let you know."

In actual fact, that wasn't entirely true. Even though his energy was flagging, he wasn't about to turn down the chance for his mother to suck his penis. But he wanted to see how much she'd volunteer before he had to ask.

"Oh," was all Susan said. She hung her head dejectedly; her disappointment was obvious.

That secretly amused and pleased Alan. "On the other hand," he suddenly piped up, "if you dress really sexily, then I can't control my urges and I'd just have to have you help me out."

"You mean this isn't sexy?" Susan ran her hands provocatively over her nightie, frustrated. It was the same one she'd been wearing before Suzanne came over. "I thought you like this kind of thing."

"I do. I love it. But my penis is so overworked tonight that it would take something really extraordinary to get it going again. For instance, I was thinking, one thing that would be really sexy is if a woman wore an ordinary T-shirt, but cut out a big hole right in the middle for the boobs to stick out of. I think that would be reaaaally sexy. Especially if that woman had really huge boobs."

Susan smiled. "Do you? It just so happens I might know a woman with just such a shirt, though I don't know if she's as big in the chest department as you'd like."

"Oh Mom, I KNOW she's definitely big enough, and super sexy."

She smiled like she'd just won the lottery. "You flatterer! I'll be back in a minute. We can't have you not reach your sixth time today." She winked and went to her room.

A pair a scissors and a few minutes later, she was back. But her mood had changed - the shirt made her feel silly and ashamed, as if she was nothing more than a pair of tits. She nervously asked, "How's this, Tiger?" It looked like her tits were so big that they simply exploded their way through a white T-shirt.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Alan said with excitement. "Pardon the cursing, but damn, that looks sexy!" He looked her up and down, checking out her short sports shorts and seemingly incongruous black high heels. But he loved the overall effect.

He commanded, "Put your hands behind your back like you've been tied up."

Susan did so, even though that only amplified her apprehensive feelings. However, it also turned her on powerfully. Being ordered to do it got her creaming even more.

Alan whistled in appreciation. "Wow, man. I'm certainly getting a hard-on that needs serious assistance. I hate to say this, but the shirt makes you look totally slutty. Hey Katherine, come here!" he shouted.

Since Katherine's room was only ten feet away, she was in Alan's room in seconds flat. As she came in, she heard Susan pleading, "No, don't bring my innocent Angel in here! This is so embarrassing and demeaning!"

A part of Susan wanted to flee the room, but the mouth watering prospect of sucking cock forced her to stay. Also, she didn't understand her submissive nature and failed to realize that being seen like this by her daughter too would only arouse her still further.

Alan spoke to Katherine. "What do you think - does the T-shirt make Mom look embarrassing?"

Katherine shook her head emphatically no. "No way. I think it makes her look totally sexy."

Alan answered, "I completely agree. Look how it raises the boobs and makes them stick practically straight out. Way cool."

Katherine was in complete agreement. "Yeah. Wow, Mom, you're so hot. So sexy! God, such tits. Good thing Sir Isaac Newton isn't here 'cos you're violating his laws of gravity."

Susan's shame was greatly reduced by all the compliments and she bowed her head slightly in modest glee. "You're just saying that," she blushed.

Alan said to his sister, "Thanks for the input. You should go now, 'cos Mom is gonna suck me off."

"Oh, lucky you. And lucky her! Have fun." Katherine went back to her room. She left the doors open to her brother's room and her room as she went so she could hear anything loud that might be happening.

Susan complained, "Tiger, did you really have to do that? First your bring Angel in here to see me like this, then you tell her I'm going to suck you off. I feel so terribly naughty!" She looked down at herself and regretted her choice of short shorts because she could easily see rivulets of pussy juice dripping down her inner thighs. She hoped her daughter hadn't seen them.

"Sorry, Mom. I didn't realize. Definitely keep the shirt, though. But now I could really, really use a good blowjob."

Susan unzipped his shorts and grasped his hardness. All her worries and embarrassments melted away and she was in heaven on Earth again. Her fingers played at it like she was playing a piano. It almost felt like tickling to have all her fingers appearing and disappearing all over his penis at once.

But then she grew aware of the open door and mumbled, "That Katherine. Was she born in a barn?"

She was torn between getting up to close the door and staying. In the end she couldn't tear herself away from Alan's privates, not even for a few seconds.

Susan sucked and licked his fuck rod for many long minutes. She kept the shirt on since Alan liked it so much. Plus, though she didn't consciously realize it, the sense of shame in wearing it only heightened her erotic mood. She wanted to say really sexy things to him, but her mouth was too busy sucking, so instead she let her thoughts run free, saying more to herself than she would be willing to say out loud.

Look at your mommy, Son! She's such a slut! She just loves to suck your cock! God, I don't know what it is, but I just love this shirt, too! And when you told me to put my hands behind my back to make it look like I'd been tied up - that makes me so hot! Somehow, the combination makes me feel like some kind of tit slave. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, but I adore the idea of being your slave! Tiger!

Normally, Susan kept her eyes down while cocksucking, mostly out of a continued sense of embarrassment. But now she looked briefly up towards Alan's face. Look at your mommy suck your prick! She's your cock slave! She's your cum slut! Her body is for your hands only, my darling boy! Ron, that cheating bastard, will never get so much as a kiss on the cheek from me again, not if I can help it! Tiger, you might as well be my husband because you're the only man who'll ever get my love now.

Oh God. Alan my husband! That makes me so HOT! But it's so WRONG, a mother thinking about marrying her own son. I can't go there. I have to just focus on the cock instead, the glorious cock. Mmmm! If I can't be your wife, I'll be your nympho cocksucker! Just licking it, it's better than sex!

Her thoughts returned to the open door. Why did Katherine leave the damn door open? She knew what I was going to do in here. Anyone could walk by and see me here with my lips sliding up and down my son's big tool. It's so humiliating to be on public display! Does she want to watch? Is she going to walk by and watch? Oh God! What if I have to give Alan blowjobs in front of her? And everybody else?

That idea sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. Am I that depraved? That desperate for cock? Am I just a hopeless, exhibitionist, cocksucking whore? Yes! Yes I am! Do I even want her to watch? I do! Come look, Angel! I'll show you how it's done by an expert! Your mommy is a cock slave cum slut for your brother's fuck stick!

These ideas excited Susan so much that she started orgasming long before he did. And she didn't have just any climax - her whole body trembled so violently that she had to take her mouth off his penis briefly until she could calm down some. But then she renewed her attack on it with even more vigor.

Alan used his ever-increasing control over his PC muscle to hold out what seemed to be an incredibly long time, because the feelings were so intense and good, but in fact was only a few minutes more.

When he finally came, Susan had yet another awe-inspiring climax of her own too. Inspired by what she'd seen earlier with Katherine earlier, she'd been planning to let him do it all over her face. She wanted Alan to spray his sister and mother's face with cum in the same evening. But with his pulsing erection in her mouth, she found she just couldn't take it out. She ended up swallowing nearly everything and finished with a surprisingly clean face.

When they were done, she was hit with a strong post-coital guilt. She had truly let her mind run free completely unedited because she was so far gone into pleasure, but now she recalled some of her thoughts and felt lower than dirt. My lack of willpower is bad enough, but I actually had the gall to imagine Alan as my husband?! I must be mad! And did I say "cock slave"? I think I did. "Tit slave," too. Here I am, a modern, liberated woman; why do I get excited thinking such horrible things?!

She looked at the open door and felt bad about that, too. Yet at the same time she was disappointed that Katherine didn't take advantage of the open door to watch.

She said glumly, "Tiger, you said 'I hate to say this, but it makes you look totally slutty.' Why do you hate to say it? Maybe we should just face facts and recognize that your mother is a slut. A sinful, despicable, low life slut. Look how I'm dressed. Look what I'm doing to you, my own son. I feel so ashamed, even though I can't stop."

Alan took great offense at that. "No, Mom, you're not a slut. Don't EVER say that. A slut is a woman who sleeps around with just about any guy. Does that describe you at all? No way. In fact, you're not even sleeping with anybody right now. You may feel slutty, but that's just 'cos you're helping me out in lots of ways and being such a great, caring mom. I want you to take back all those things you just said! I'm proud of you and so honored that you help me like you do."

She just frowned, unconvinced that she wasn't somehow evil for enjoying what she was doing.

He continued, "It's okay if you enjoy it. It makes me really happy that you do. So no more talk of the word 'slut.' Keep your dignity. You're smart, you're beautiful, kind, good, caring, and all kinds of other great stuff. I love you and don't want you to feel bad about yourself. And remember what we were saying last night about physical interaction just being another expression of love? There's nothing to be ashamed about at all."

All the compliments finally got to her and lifted her spirits. "Oh, Tiger, you're such a wonderful son! You're too good for me!" She gave him a big hug. Still wearing the open T-shirt, her tits pressed up against him so firmly that he couldn't help but reach around and cup them in his hands.

He apologized, "Sorry, Mom, can't help myself." His hands pinched and pulled at her nipples.

It broke her rules, but she let it slide. Her nipples were terribly sensitive, and her whole body shivered and trembled in delight. She was happy to bury her worries deep away and just live in the happy moment of feeling her son fondle her. She knew in the back of her mind that she'd feel ever worse later, but at this point she didn't care.

He told her as he groped, "Now that Ron is gone, we're going to have fun. A lot of fun. So thrust your chest out and proudly poke your tits high up in the air, because you have nothing to be ashamed about. You're just doing what the doctor wants, so don't get down on yourself. You're sexy and loving and caring, not slutty. Okay?"

"Okay. I'm sorry." She smiled at him gratefully, even though she still felt somewhat ashamed and slutty. If only he knew my thoughts, he'd think twice about not calling me a slut. What about the ache deep in my loins demanding that I get fucked? What about that? It's driving me fucking crazy. What am I going to do about that? I don't even allow myself to think about those feelings most of the time, but they're there. There's no way to avoid the fact that intercourse with my own son would be a sin.

"I love you, Mom," he said as he kissed her on the nose and gave her nipples a final tweak. "See you tomorrow."

"I love you too, Son," she said, nearly tearful with both happiness and sadness. "But what's this 'see you tomorrow' stuff? Don't you want your goodnight kiss and tuck in?"

"Of course! I thought this was kind of it, because it's already so late."

"Well, it almost is. Here's the actual kiss." She leaned forward and gave him a very chaste kiss on the cheek. Then she straightened his sheets out and pulled away.

"That's it?" he asked incredulously.

Her tone was pouty and a bit playful. "That's all you get. Your punishment for treating me so mean today. I thought you would be more excited to be with me now that Ron left, but noooOOOoooo. You go running to Amy and Katherine."

Alan laughed. "Fair enough. I was kind of playing around, asking you to wear the T-shirt and everything. But it was so much fun to confound your expectations. I promise not to do it again. And I didn't go running to them. They just kind of grabbed my attention and pulled me away before I could do anything. Really, I was longing to be with you."

She kissed him again, this time a dry kiss on the lips. "That's all right. You can do it again, but just remember that I'm going to tease you too. And the shirt is fun. But you can be so frustrating!"

She got a little bit of playful revenge by leaving him without any more kissing. As she walked out into the hallway, still wearing the hole shirt, she left the overwhelming smell of cum that filled his room. It was as if her head cleared instantly, but at the same time she was filled with the desire to hurry back into his room just so she could inhale the odor some more.

Later, as she lay in the darkness in her bed, a new wave of guilt washed over her. Now that her desire for another cocksucking had been satisfied, she worried about how much she'd enjoyed it. She didn't want to wind up in the embarrassing position where she was begging Alan every day to suck his penis.

Worse, she had a growing desire to fuck. She was worried that once she got started helping him to reach his target on a daily basis, she'd break down altogether before long and even beg him to fuck her. One reason why she didn't give him a deep kiss was because she was worried that the next thing she knew she'd be pulling herself down to the bed and before long they'd be rutting like wild animals. But not only was she morally repulsed at the incest idea, she also feared that if that happened Alan would lose all respect for her, and that she'd lose all respect for herself.

She thought, He's such a great son. I have to do better by him. I have to have more self-control so I can please him and at the same time not give in to my desires, not break the rules. Help him out, but no incest. That's the most important rule. What he did today wasn't incest - it was just a harmless little blowjob and handjob. He needs to get rid of all that sperm! There's no harm in that.

I don't know if I can handle not going further, though. I don't seem to be strong enough and have the willpower to say no. I'll just have to take it day by day. In the meantime, at least I can dream and masturbate about what would happen if I said yes. If I let him go all the way! If I let him fuck my pussy! Yes!

She proceeded to do exactly that. She was too shy to buy a dildo at a store, but her fingers did the job very well.

CHAPTER 4 (Saturday, Nov. 2)

There was a big party planned for Saturday night, so Alan figured Saturday day would be relatively quiet as people saved their energies and prepared for the party. However, everyone was keen to test the waters on how things would be now that Ron was gone.

Katherine woke up fairly early and went jogging. She exercised regularly to keep in shape. The first thing she noticed as she walked in the door from her jog was that the underwear cabinet was back again, once again placed near the front door.

She ran inside to the kitchen, said "Hi, Mom," and gave Susan a kiss on the cheek. They chatted for a few minutes.

Katherine could see that Susan was wearing a sexy blouse and short shorts. It wasn't completely outrageous, but it was the most risqué thing she'd worn as normal clothing in two weeks. It was clear she wasn't wearing any underwear either, but she'd never really stopped doing that once she'd started, except for a few days. "Mom, you're such a great mom. I can see you're helping Alan again."

Susan coyly smiled. "I'm trying," she said bashfully.

"Great! So do you mind if I help Alan 'do his thing' too? He must be up by now."

Susan was taken aback. Just the night before, after catching Katherine sucking off Alan, she'd had a talk with her daughter and agreed, in theory, that her daughter could help Alan with his erections. But she didn't expect theory to turn to reality so fast, especially with Katherine getting grounded.

Susan thought, Boy, she's really cheeky to ask, isn't she? But what can I do? They've already done it, and I'm doing it. They're going to keep doing it whether I want it or not, so I might as well keep it out in the open and have some control over it. She finally just nodded.

"Cool!" Katherine kissed her again and bounded out of the kitchen.

Alan had just awakened and was lying in his bed, naked, when Katherine came in. He didn't used to sleep naked. More and more, Alan was finding himself nude or at least without underwear, and was growing to like it.

Feeling devilish, when she went downstairs a short time later for a late morning brunch, she gave Susan another kiss. Her mouth tasted and smelled like her brother's cum, and she breathed onto Susan's cheek as the kiss ended just to make sure Susan didn't miss that fact.

Susan's eyes went wide and she clutched her hands to her chest. She wanted to chastise Katherine for what she just did, but was too embarrassed to acknowledge what happened.

Katherine watched Susan's nipples grow erect in a matter of seconds, and the pace of Susan's breathing increased too. Inwardly Katherine chuckled. My mother is sooo predictable.

CHAPTER 5

Alan followed his sister's blowjob with a long shower and then went downstairs for brunch. Katherine was already gone, but Suzanne was together with Susan in the kitchen. Both of them looked at him expectantly.

Alan thought to himself, I wonder what they're thinking. I bet they're thinking of helping me out. After all, that's about all that goes on in this house any more, heh-heh-heh! But what'll I do now that it's not just Suzanne helping me? I'm getting hard, not surprisingly, just looking at these two incredible six foot tall wonders. If I ask Suzanne for help, then Susan's going to be offended. If I ask Susan for help, then Suzanne's going to be offended. And if Katherine were here too, it would be that much worse! How can I divide my-

Alan's thinking was interrupted by Suzanne, who leaned over the table he was sitting at and asked, "Would you like some more tea to go with your biscuits?"

Alan nodded, and she leaned further forward across the table with a teapot, sending her boobs soaring downwards towards him as they barely remained hanging in her skimpy top. She kept her head down and her eyes closed so Alan wouldn't feel shy scoping her out.

Susan though saw what her buxom friend was doing and said, "Thanks a lot, Suzanne, but I can handle it. A guest like you shouldn't have to-"

Suzanne cut in. "Nonsense! Technically speaking, this isn't my home, but I'm happy to help out. I'm especially happy to help Alan. I like to take my share of the load. Alan, Sweetie, would you like some more tea?" She leaned forward again, jiggling her boobs, knowing full well that Alan's teacup was already filled to the brim.

Susan crossed her arms and frowned. "Suzanne, thanks, but really, when it comes to serving Alan, I think I've got it covered." Susan glared at her.

Suzanne finally stood back up, acting like nothing was wrong. "Okay, sure."

Alan thought, These two are getting competitive all of a sudden. I don't want that. I think there's an undercurrent in what they're saying, like Suzanne saying she wants my "load" and Susan talking about "serving" me. I have to diffuse this situation quickly, but I also have to be subtle, polite, and not act like some macho jerk. One reason they like me so much is because I don't say things like, "Hey baby, you'll get your turn."

He said to both of them, "Speaking of helping out, that reminds me. I could use some help with my medical treatment today, and it would be great if you two could help me. I'd really appreciate it."

"Certainly," Susan and Suzanne said at the same time.

"I'm going to need help more than once. Probably once now when I've finished eating, since you two have given me such outstanding visual stimulation, and once again in the afternoon. So maybe one of you could help now and one later?"

They both nodded enthusiastically.

Alan said, "Great! Then could the two of you decide who goes when?"

Susan and Suzanne looked at each other.

For a moment Alan thought his solution of letting them decide would only make matters worse as they fought over who went when.

But then Susan gathered all her willpower together and said, "Suzanne, why don't you go ahead? It's probably better for me, anyway? In fact, why don't you take all of my responsibilities for the next couple days? I need to keep to my vow and clear my head."

She thought that would hit like a bombshell.

But Suzanne brushed it off, literally, as she breezily waved her hand in the air. "Nonsense. I need you. There's just too much hard cock here needing to be stroked and sucked for me to take care of all by myself. Besides, I'll be particularly busy the next couple of days so this is a really bad time. I've got an idea. Why don't we flip for it?"

Susan considered putting up more of a fight. She could have suggested that Katherine take over her "duties." But she looked over at her son and thought about all the tasty loads she wouldn't be able to swallow, all the happy hours of holding and licking her son's erection she would otherwise miss. Finally, she just nodded.

Suzanne flipped a coin and she won.

Alan was a bit disappointed, because he knew his mother had been frustrated lately, and in particular, the fact that he was caught with Katherine the night before no doubt especially rankled her. But he had to obey the results.

He finished his food and then wordlessly took Suzanne in hand and began to head towards the stairs leading to his room.

But suddenly Susan said, "Wait! You two, stay here. Don't do it upstairs, 'cos I want to go there right now."

"Uh, okay," Alan replied. He realized that Katherine or Amy could walk into the house at any moment so the living room wasn't good. "We'll go to the basement. How does that sound, Suzanne?"

"Fine." She pulled him out of the room, and they walked arm in arm like teenagers on their first date.

Susan hurried upstairs.

The other two went downstairs to the basement filled with Suzanne and Susan's exercise equipment. They assumed Susan wanted to do something in her room or bathroom without being reminded that Alan was having his penis sucked only a short distance away.

They didn't realize that in fact Susan hurried straight into Alan's room instead. She had originally planned to return to her room so she could masturbate some more (she'd already had a wonderful orgasm just after waking - now that Ron was gone, there was nothing stopping her from jilling herself more often). But she decided to stop by Alan's room to check the chart on the inside of his door and see how many times he'd cum the day before. Checking his chart was still a daily habit for her.

As she entered the room, her nostrils were overcome with the smell of Alan's cum. Her son still hadn't opened his window in days. The room smelled stuffy and stale, but mostly there was the odor of sex. It was a powerful reminder of how Alan's penis tasted. If Susan couldn't have it in her mouth right now, being in this room was the next best thing.

She looked at the chart. Oooh! Seven times yesterday. Alan is getting to be such a sexual stud. What a man! Such a big, cum-filled young man! His needs. He just has such great big needs! Sticky, gooey... So stiff and strong! ... Oh no. My head - it's like I'm getting dizzy just standing here. I don't know if I can control myself...

She closed Alan's door, and rushed to his bed. Then she laid on top of the covers and frigged herself. She imagined that Alan was in the room, standing on the other side, watching her.

She knew that he kept some towels next to his bed that he liked to cum into; soft, silky towels. As she worked herself towards climax, she picked up one of the towels and sniffed it. It was still fairly wet with his cum - she figured the cum was some hours old and from some point in the middle of the night. She didn't care. She rubbed it over her face and then licked the cum into her mouth. The cum wasn't fresh, but at least it wasn't crusty and hard. She eagerly lapped it up as her pussy exploded in orgasm.

Meanwhile, down in the basement Suzanne was giving Alan a titfuck. It was only as a prelude to a blowjob, because she wanted to talk first.

She said, "Sweetie, I know what you were thinking. You're worried about a rivalry between mothers. But don't worry. We're best of friends and it takes a lot to split us apart. As long as there is plenty of cock for both of us, everything will be fine."

Alan was just discovering titfucks and loved them so much that it was hard for him to think. So he was very slow in saying, "I'm trying, Aunt Suzy, I'm trying. ... Just the other day... I had to do all six times myself."

Suzanne laughed. "Now that your father is gone, I don't think you'll ever have to do that again. We're going to make you feel so good, you won't know if you're coming or going." She giggled. "I take that back. You're going to know very well that you're cumming."

They both chuckled at that.

Alan looked down and saw his rod sliding back and forth between Suzanne's ivory orbs. They didn't have any special lubrication this time, but he was already spilling out so much pre-cum that it didn't matter. Dang! Titfucks are great! They're just as good as blowjobs even, in their own way! At least with tits like these. I feel like I'm really fucking her, and her tunnel is so tight yet soft!

Suzanne kept talking in her normal scratchy yet sultry voice. "Speaking of which, it's almost time for my lunch. I think I'm going to eat some Alan sausage, with a side order of balls, and then a cup of piping hot crème de cum soup. But I must admit I do feel a little bit of rivalry with Susan. Now that she's becoming a committed and talented cocksucker, I have to stay one step ahead. That's why I've been learning how to deep throat. I've been with a lot of guys, but I've never deep throated anyone before. But I want to do it for you, Sweetie. I wanna be your favorite cocksucker and stay that way."

"Well, I warn you, deep throating is pretty hard to do." He thought of what Glory had done to him, and was honestly amazed at her skills.

"Oh no! Somebody beat me to it? Who?"

Alan blushed. "I can't say."

"Oh, come on. You can tell me, your Aunt Suzy." She squeezed his erection with her breasts more insistently. Then dropping one hand from where she'd been pressing her tits together, she momentarily halted their titfucking rhythm and squeezed his balls in a pleasurable way to help squeeze the secret out of him.

Alan groaned with pleasure, but he was still levelheaded enough to say, "Nope. Can't kiss and tell. But it was someone from school." He figured Glory would really not want him to tell anyone what they were doing.

She resumed the titfuck. "Oh. That's not so bad. I was afraid there for a moment that your mom had beat me to it. I can't imagine her knowing how to do that without my help, but she is full of surprises lately. Or your sister. I gotta admit I feel some competition there. Just what have you two done together?"

Alan remained mum. Then he broke down enough to say again, "I can't kiss and tell."

"Okay, enough talking anyway. I've been practicing with a dildo and reading up on this, so I'm ready. Let's give it a try."

Suzanne knelt down further and put her mouth over Alan's penis. Just as Glory did, Suzanne took the penis in deeper and deeper each time her head bobbed on it.

But unlike Glory, Suzanne was clearly having trouble. She repeatedly gagged as his penis reached her gag reflex. She sputtered and choked.

Alan had to take his penis all the way out again and again, giving her a chance to recover.

She kept repeating, "Sorry." But she would not give up.

After some time she was able to get past the gagging and truly deep throat his penis. Nevertheless, the experience was nowhere as good as it was with Glory.

Suzanne was barely hanging on, and couldn't do all the extra things Glory could simultaneously do that really drove Alan crazy with pleasure. It actually was more of an ordeal than something delightful, but Alan recognized it was a necessary ordeal, like falling a few times while learning to ride a bicycle.

Suzanne eventually gave up and finished Alan off with a traditional blowjob. When she sensed he was close, she mumbled, "Face, tits, or tummy?"

"Oh man! What great options! Let's go with tummy, with just a little on the face."

So she squeezed and stroked and sucked while he shot his load down her throat, straight into her stomach.

But true to his request, she eased up with the last couple of ropes, letting them hit her on the nose and chin.

Although the deep throating was a bit of a disappointment, Alan didn't mind because he knew Suzanne was a fast learner and generally excelled in everything she did. He could sense that with maybe only one or two more tries, she'd start to master it. That made him excited to merely think about the possibilities. He was also pleased and touched that she would try such a thing just to make him happy. It didn't skip his notice that he was her first lover she'd ever bothered to learn that for. Apparently she didn't even do it for Eric when they were newly married and still in love.

After that effort, both of them were tired and sweaty. Alan in any case was looking forward to a restful day after doing little more than getting sucked off by Katherine and Suzanne on either side of a brunch.

The two of them rested in each other's arms for a while.

Suzanne asked him all kinds of questions about his recent "help" from Susan and Katherine.

Alan ended up giving quite a long explanation about how he and his sister had gotten caught, about the new "goodnight kiss and tuck in" tradition, and much more. Later Suzanne would ask Susan about these things as well to feel out her opinions, but by asking Alan she got slightly different and sometimes more honest answers without all the gnashing of teeth.

Suzanne went back home, content to have a big load of cum in her belly.

As she walked the short distance back to her house, she thought, Excellent. One step backwards, and two steps forwards. Alan and Katherine getting caught is actually a really good thing. Susan now becomes that much more accepting and another piece leading to my overall scheme falls into place. I feel just like Mr. Burns on the Simpsons. "Eeeexcellent!" I wish I could do a convincing "Bwa-ha-ha-ha!" laugh. I don't even really need to actively scheme that much any more - everything is developing as it should, naturally.

But there's still a long ways to go, though. Getting Susan to actually fuck Alan is the hardest mental barrier to overcome, by far. Getting her to fuck me and Katherine will be easy in comparison. Oooh! Won't that be fun? Heh-heh-heh.

Alan climbed back up the stairs to his room to recuperate and do a little reading. But when he opened the door to his room, he was in for a big surprise.

Susan still lay on his bed, wearing nothing but her birthday suit. Her fingers on one hand were deep in her pussy and her other hand mauled her own tits. She was headed for yet another orgasm - she'd lost count just how many she'd had while anticipating and fantasizing about her turn to suck Alan off later in the day. Her clothes lay scattered on the floor beside the bed.

Now that the object of her fantasy had appeared in the flesh, she didn't seem that affected by it. "Oh. Hi, Tiger," she said almost absent-mindedly.

Alan mentally noted that things had reached a point where finding his mother naked and masturbating on his bed wasn't a particularly big deal. He liked that a lot.

He walked over to her and stared open mouthed at her gaping wide open pussy. Her legs were bent up at the knees and they thrashed around in slow motion. One of her feet scraped along the wall the bed rested against, as if she was trying to see just how wide she could spread her legs and was finding a frustrating barrier in the wall.

"Tiger, so good to see you. Sorry for invading your privacy. I just popped my head in here to uh, check your schedule. Oh! It looks like you're cumming a lot lately. That's a good son. I'm so proud! But then, uh, then the smell... It got to me."

She opened her legs even wider, like a professional gymnast. "I just started thinking about how you did it seven times yesterday and I got thinking about you plowing all those sexy, big-titted cheerleaders at school. When I think about you poking them good and hard, I can't help myself! Then, somehow, my clothes start coming off. It's impossible to resist you, even when you're not in the room, and that just makes me SO HOT!"

Susan was embarrassed enough to stop fingering herself after she saw her son come in the room, but she'd gotten so excited just talking out loud that she couldn't control her hands any more.

She continued, "I love what you've done to your place. The smell! So good. So yummy. Oh! Oh dear! Your mommy is feeling very, very helpful. She's so very eager to help you with your treatment. Please. Yes! Pull down your shorts and give it to me, Tiger, give it to me! Please! Your mommy's so hot! She's burning up!"

She sat up in bed and opened her mouth in delightful anticipation.

Alan just stood there at the door open mouthed, with his hand still on the doorknob. He looked just like she looked when she caught him with Katherine the day before. He was at a loss for words.

He thought, Oh shit. Just yesterday she was reluctantly conceding she would be willing to help me in this way. Now this! I'm still recovering from what Suzanne did minutes ago. Now I've got my mom on own my bed, naked, legs spread, and begging to suck my cock, and I can't even get it up? Oh my fucking God. What a day this is turning out to be. I thought we were all taking it easy for the big party tonight. And it's not even noon!

CHAPTER 6

Alan continued to stare at his mother.

Susan still sat up naked in his bed with her mouth open, waiting for his hard-on to fill it.

"Mom, I can't tell you how much I hate to say this, but I just can't get it up. I mean, Suzanne just got me off ten minutes ago. I'm only human."

Susan's open mouth turned into a big "O" of disappointment. She muttered, "Oh, poo." She sat there sadly for a moment, not even fingering her pussy lips that much. Then she brightened. "I know! Come here and I'll get it nice and hard! I have some ideas!"

Alan shook his head. "Mom, we've got all day. Why don't you take a rest and so will I? Then we'll have more fun later. Just think how much MORE fun it'll be after we're both fully ready to go."

"Oh poo, and double stinky poo, too!" She was pouty like a spoiled child. But she finally said with resignation, "Okay. Sorry for being so pushy." She got off of the bed, picked up her clothes from the floor, and walked naked towards the door.

On the way out she stopped next to Alan and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you, Son. And I love helping you out. Now that Ron is gone, I hope I can help a LOT." She giggled. Then she walked into the hallway.

As soon as she was gone, Alan thought, Shit. I cannot BELIEVE I turned that down. If my penis wasn't feeling dead to the world, who knows what I might've done. It looked like she was ready for anything! Does she want me to fuck her? It sure seems like it. At the very least, she wouldn't resist.

He went to his bed and lay down. A part of him wanted to nap just so his mind could shut off for a while, but it was too early in the day for napping. Instead, he just sat in his bed with his mind nearly blank. He stared at the wall across the room with a look of dull incomprehension. He literally could not conceive just how beautiful and sexy his own mother was. Then he would think of Suzanne and similarly boggle. Then Katherine. Then Amy.

He wasn't thinking about these things in a sexual manner, but in a "my life is a completely improbable Twilight Zone episode" manner. I've won the lottery. I've won some kind of cosmic, sexual lottery. It's really sinking in. I've been feeling like all this has been a dream, but it's been going on too long and every day is better than the next. This is really, really real. My mom was actually writhing naked on my bed, fingering herself. Fucking unreal! Unreal!

He stared slack-jawed some more.

Susan meanwhile headed to her room. As she walked into it, she could feel her head beginning to clear. She was torn between masturbating again or putting her clothes back on, but with every second that passed her mind cleared some more, and she finally dressed.

She sat down on her bed and tried to make sense of what happened. What happened to me? I was like an uncontrollable bimbo slut! I was begging him to fuck me, with the look in my eyes! ... Calm down. Don't try to think about that. Think about the why. Why? ... It has to have been that smell. His room! I go insane with the smell of his cum! That must be it.

This has to stop. What happened to my vow to take things easy for a couple of days until I sorted things out and grounded myself? I completely forgot about that. I have to keep a grip. First, I'm going to take a cold shower to fully clear my head. Then I'm going to talk to him - outside of his room - and get him to clear the air in there.

She did have that talk with Alan later and he did open his windows and clear out the smell in his room. When all was said and done, he was always very doting on his mother, and obedient to her wishes. Susan felt a lot better after that. But she still desired the blowjob he'd promised her and she dropped several hints about just how ready she was to help.

Later in the afternoon, after he finished his nap, he called her into his room. "Hey Mom! Can you come here a sec?"

She'd been waiting for his call and hurried on over. She looked typically stunning.

He couldn't help saying, "Mom, you look so hot that they need to put you in some kind of asbestos decontamination chamber."

She laughed, and her enthusiasm to suck him off doubled.

But then he half-kidded, half-chided, "But what did I tell you about wearing underwear?"

"You told me I should never wear it except outside the house. And Mommy obeys her handsome, well-hung son. She must obey, especially when it comes to servicing and draining his big dick. But I thought it would be okay if that was all I was wearing."

Alan pretended to disapprove. "I don't know. Hmm.... Maybe I'll forgive you just this once, if you take it all off immediately."

"Okay!" she answered excitedly. Then she realized it wasn't seemly to be so enthused, so she calmed the tone of her voice and added, "After all, the doctor said I have to be some kind of..." - she searched for the right word - "sex object for you." She slowly and tantalizingly unhooked her bra then let her boobs jiggle as she shook the bra off.

Spreading her legs a bit, she grasped at her panties and slowly inched them down her legs. "Looks like I have to do what I'm told. Mommy wears exactly what her son tells her to wear. It's the house rule and mommy would get a big fat spanking if she's naughty and tries to cover up..."

That "rule" had fallen by the wayside during Ron's last few days at home, but Alan was very glad to find out it was still in effect.

"Do you like?" she asked, fishing for more compliments as the panties worked their way ever so slowly down past her knees. Since she was bending forward, she took the opportunity to shake her rack with every movement. Her nipples hardened and stuck out, as if they were waiting to be sucked.

Alan's blood pressure rose just looking at the sight. "Mom, can I ask you a favor? Could you buy me a thesaurus?"

"Sure, Tiger, but why bring that up now?"

"Because I need to find new words to describe just how sexy and amazing you are. The words I know just don't do you justice. Seriously."

"Awww. You're so cute!" She was stark naked now. She sat on his lap and threw herself into his arms. She twisted and turned, grinding down on his turgid shaft.

"And you're so impossibly curvy and nice. Kiss me, Mom."

"Sorry. Can't. Must. Give. Blowjob." She jokingly said this in a strange voice, as if she was a robot or zombie. Meanwhile her hands found his penis. She took a deep whiff and was disappointed to notice most of the cum smell gone. At the moment she regretted her earlier order to air out the room.

"Hey. I thought you just said you must obey me. I want a kiss on the lips."

She dropped the funny voice to answer seriously, "Yes, obey, but only within the boundaries of the rules. I can't have you just taking advantage of me any which way. After all, I'm your mother!"

The playful way she said this last part made him think she wouldn't completely mind such rule violations. Plus, she didn't want kissing to become a regular habit (outside of nighttime tuck ins) for fear that she would lose control too easily. Just the thought of her son jabbing his tongue in her mouth and probing around with it was nearly enough to get her wet.

Alan didn't understand the boundaries at all, but he let it slide and just sat back to enjoy the blowjob.

She gave it her all. For the first time since before Ron had come home, she didn't restrain her vocalization in the slightest. She hummed, "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm..." repeatedly. But seemingly half the time she raised her voice as if in surprise: "MMMM!"

She let him run his hands over her back and caress her hair, which usually wasn't allowed. When she particularly enjoyed his caresses, one of her "mmmm's" would turn into an "mmmm-HMMM!" When he gave up his load, she somehow managed to drink it all in even as she let out a joyous, wordless cry.

But she wasn't as out-of-control horny as she'd been earlier in the day.

Alan wondered if he'd missed a golden opportunity to take things much farther, if only his penis had shown any life at all at the time.

CHAPTER 7

While Alan was napping, Amy came over, looking for help in shaving her pussy.

Although Alan was sleeping, Katherine was more than happy to help.

The two girls went back to the bathroom next to Katherine's room. There was the usual amount of "checking for bumps" and "investigating the leakage problem."

Katherine advised Amy that the leakage problem still had no answer, but that it demanded more investigation in the very near future. This was the same conclusion Katherine had every single day since they'd started.

She could tell by now that even Amy had caught on to the whole "leakage problem" pretense. But still they maintained the charade, absurd as it may have been. It was more fun that way. They almost never stopped giggling during such "investigations."

Alan had shown Katherine how to find Amy's G-spot, and then Amy was able to find Katherine's. They were both "very disturbed" to find one of the actual bumps, and spent many long minutes trying to massage their respective bumps away, to no avail. Both agreed these particular bumps would need much more "hands-on" investigation.

Again, Katherine figured Amy was wise to this, but again it didn't really matter by this point.

Amy also asked if she could borrow a dildo.

But Katherine said that would have to wait for another day. This asking for and denying the dildo was getting to be a daily ritual, too. Katherine always said no because she wanted Amy to become completely dependent on her and Alan for all her sexual pleasures. So far it was working like a charm. Amy was coming over even more than before, always ready for pussy shaving and/or a "bump check."

But today Katherine wanted to do something new. She suggested she had a novel solution to their supposed "leakage problem."

She said, as they sat on the bathroom floor, pumping fingers into each others' vaginas, "Amy, here we are, always checking out the same hole, but we've forgotten to check the other one! Is there also a leakage problem there? If not, why not? If you could investigate that too, maybe we could solve our problem."

"What, you mean your asshole?" Amy asked bluntly. "That's gross! I don't want to touch that."

"I know it sounds weird, but you were just asking the other day how you could pay back all the help Alan and I have given you. I don't think this is much to ask. It's very clean. I just washed thoroughly. Just put a finger in there. It's no big deal."

Amy still appeared wary, so Katherine volunteered, "Here, I'll put a finger in yours first. Then you'll see it's not so weird, and even can feel good." Katherine began sawing at Amy from both sides, with fingers in her pussy and another finger up her anus.

Pretty soon Amy had to admit that it felt good. She finally was persuaded to stick her own finger up Katherine's butt.

Within minutes, Katherine convinced Amy to replace that finger with her tongue.

Amy's tongue was soon contentedly probing deep into Katherine's anus as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Katherine not only liked the feeling of having a tongue up her butt, but she also liked the feeling of power in ordering Amy to do it. Although she didn't normally get off on power the way Heather did, there was something intoxicating in having someone as subservient and unquestioning as Amy stick a tongue in one's anus.

After more orgasms all around, Katherine admitted they appeared to be no closer to solving the "leakage problem."

But Amy suggested they continue to explore the butt in the future, just to be sure. By the end of the session, Amy exclaimed, "Mmmm. I love licking butts. I'm a butt-licker! Do you think Alan will let me lick his butt? It's fun to be naughty!"

Katherine thought, I like Amy's attitude - in theory. The problem is, she's gonna be that enthusiastic doing anything with Brother too. How can I compete? Amy's nice enough, I don't have the heart to ever say no to her, but between her, Mom, and Suzanne, Big Bro is going to completely forget about me!

The rest of the day passed fairly normally for Alan and everyone else.

Not surprisingly, Susan was very ashamed at her earlier behavior. She worked off her guilt in a house cleaning frenzy.

The others were just feeling lazy or tired. Plus, they were all saving up their energy for a big party that night, one of the biggest parties of the year.

The exact day of Halloween passed with very little activity to mark the holiday, especially since most parents were too scared to let their children go trick or treating any more. Instead, everyone waited until the nearest Saturday night for the local big party. A fat, bald, and jolly man named Ralph held a Halloween party every year for everyone in the neighborhood that was THE party to go to. He was also exceedingly rich, and his massive shindig was attended by hundreds of people.

Alan, Susan, Katherine, Suzanne, and Amy were all planning on going. It was such a big deal that even Suzanne's husband Eric and her son Brad were going.

Everyone was excited, but Suzanne was the most excited of all. Her plan to corrupt the Plummer family was proceeding better than she could have dreamed. She decided it was time she gave herself a reward at the party. A big reward.

CHAPTER 8

Suzanne was very aware that the party was a costume party. Costumes meant the potential for mistaken identities. She cooked up a devious plan. She rented two costumes: one of the superhero Catwoman, and the other one a Renaissance-era lady.

She picked both for the cover they could provide. With Catwoman, she could wear a skintight suit that flaunted her body but still managed to completely hide her identity. There was a mask covering her entire head except for parts of her chin and cheeks. The Renaissance outfit was a frilly dress that had an extremely low cut bodice. But she also wore a black mask with it, as if she was attending a masquerade ball from centuries earlier.

Her plan was to go as Catwoman, then switch to the Renaissance dress halfway through the party, find Alan, and seduce him while pretending to be someone else. That way, she could get fucked without paying any of the consequences. Not even Alan would know her identity, hopefully.

Suzanne also rented a costume for Susan. She picked Wonder Woman, because it would force Susan to flaunt her body in public for practically the first time. In addition, it forced Susan to do up her hair in a style that almost exactly matched Suzanne's. Suzanne did Susan's hair herself, hoping that could lead to some interesting mischief. Wonder Woman essentially wore a one-piece bathing suit, except for a very revealing cut around the boobs and a lack of shoulder straps.

As a joking reference to the nicknames their mother called them, Alan went as a tiger and Katherine went as an angel. She had a halo (held up by wire) and wings. Alan looked somewhat like he wore a little boy's pajamas, completely covered in a one-piece suit from head to toe except for a hole for his entire face.

Katherine's costume caused a bit of controversy before they left. "I hope you don't think you're going like that," Susan said to her daughter.

"What? I'm showing as much skin as you are," Katherine correctly pointed out.

"Yeah, but angels don't dress in tiny bras."

"Those are puffy clouds," Katherine said indignantly. Her bra was made of cotton balls. "Angels live up in the clouds, you know."

"Yeah, whatever. I don't think any Bible has angels looking like that. Anyway, I know you want to look good for Alan, but consider all the other guys who will be there. You'll ruin your reputation at school."

After much nagging by Susan, Katherine adjusted her costume to cover up her stomach as well. She still was a very sexy and raunchy looking angel.

When they got to the party, there were already at least two hundred people there. Ralph, the host, lived in a huge two-story mansion and the party sprawled all through it and out into his massive backyard, where a band played beside a swimming pool. People of all ages were there, including dozens of Alan's classmates as well as many teachers.

Suzanne had no trouble freeing herself of her husband and son.

Amy, dressed in an Elvira-styled witch costume that flaunted her cleavage, was surrounded by a crowd of flatterers.

Suzanne quickly found Alan. But there was a problem: she couldn't work her plan because Katherine was clinging to Alan like glue.

Katherine kept the guys away from herself by remaining arm in arm with her brother. Secretly, she was also fantasizing to herself that they were an official couple. Not so secretly, she occasionally whispered sexy things into his ear, like, "Honey, I'm tired. I'm ready to go already. Take me home and fuck me."

That earned her a worried nudge and stern look from her brother.

But rather than stop, she added, "Big Rail Spike Brother, do you think that if you drag me over behind those trees and screw me silly, anyone would notice us?"

She giggled, but Alan gave such a desperate nonverbal plea that she toned it down - for a few minutes, anyway.

Suzanne decided to eliminate the competition. Walking up to Alan and Katherine as they stood outside talking to each other and doing their best to ignore most everyone else, she handed both of them glasses to drink.

Alan said, "Thanks, Aunt Suzy. I mean, Catwoman. What's in the drink?"

The liquid was black and smoke rose from the glasses. "It's called spooky punch. It's basically Long Island Iced Tea, with some coloring and dry ice."

Katherine took a sip. "Mmmm! Not bad. Is it alcoholic?"

"Just a tad. I'm sure Ralph wouldn't mind if you young'uns have a little." Suzanne was delighted that neither of the Plummer kids had any idea what a deceptively powerful alcoholic wallop Long Island Iced Teas packed.

Within an hour, Katherine was completely plastered. Suzanne took her to a coatroom and helped her lie down on a couch there. The girl immediately passed out. But the problem with Suzanne's plan was that Alan drank as much as his sister. Since he was a bit bigger and heavier and had more alcoholic tolerance, he was still on his feet when Suzanne came back, but obviously he was barely hanging on.

Worse, from Suzanne's perspective, an attractive young female classmate had replaced Katherine next to Alan, and in just the few minutes Suzanne was gone getting Katherine to a couch, the girl was already shamelessly flirting with him. This kind of thing would have never have happened to the old Alan. But the new Alan was oozing sexual experience and confidence, so such aggressive flirting was no surprise.

Suzanne decided to go mingle; hoping that by and by the girl would leave. She lingered nearby, ready to whisk Alan away if the opportunity struck.

She saw Susan mingling nearby, too. Susan was surrounded by a small crowd of young men, all trying their best to hit on her. Susan made eye contact with Suzanne, and gave her a look that said, "Rescue me!" But Suzanne smiled and kept walking, figuring that the attention might do Susan some good to her low self-confidence. Then Suzanne remembered that she had to change into her other outfit. She had it in a big bag in the cloakroom, so she went in there and changed.

When she found Alan again, the cute young girl was now draped all over him. She was running a hand over his chest and laughing at nearly everything he said. She had long, blonde hair, and looked like the wild, slutty type. He had another glass of spooky punch in his hand, and was about as wasted as he'd ever been.

Suzanne, drinking a martini, boldly walked up to the pair. "Excuse me, young sir," she said to Alan, completely ignoring the girl, "Can you help a damsel in distress?"

Suzanne used a French accent she'd picked up earlier in life so he wouldn't recognize her voice. She also tried to make her voice not sound so scratchy.

Her sexy accent fit her costume perfectly. She looked and acted like she'd just stepped out of the movie Dangerous Liaisons. Further, she tried to speak more nasally so he wouldn't recognize her very distinctive whispery and raspy tone. She also tied her hair back a bit so it wouldn't fall over her shoulders and she tucked her distinctive long teased strand of hair down her back and under her outfit.

"Sure!" he said unthinkingly. More doubtfully, he added, "Do I know you?"

Suzanne was delighted to confirm that Alan didn't recognize her. "Not yet, but you will, very well. Call me, um, Elle."

"Well excuse me, Elle," the girl said in a nasty voice, "but can't you see we're a little busy here?"

Suzanne dismissively sneered, "Little girl, why don't you run along to your Barbie and your doll house?"

"Well! I never!" The girl said huffily.

Suzanne chuckled to herself, then said, "That's your problem, missy. Leave this one to those of us who have."

Grabbing Alan's arm, Suzanne said, "Quick, it's urgent. Please come with me."

The girl stood there, stunned and at a loss of words. "Alan, are you going to let her treat me like that?"

"Sorry Carol, I'll be back in a bit," he said as Suzanne nearly dragged him towards the house.

CHAPTER 9

Alan's head was foggy, and he asked, "What was your name again?"

"Elle. Remember that, because you'll be screaming it later."

Alan was so befuddled that he couldn't figure out what she meant.

She pulled him all the way up the foot of the stairs of the house. "Come with me here," she said, and began to climb the stairs, still leading him by the hand.

Alan dumbly tried to process her comment. "'Come with me here.' 'Come with me here...' Something about that is weird. Don't you mean 'Come here with me?' Yeah, that's how it goes."

"Oui, that too," Suzanne said, as she discovered an empty bedroom and pushed him in it. When she said "come with me here," in her mind she spelled the first word "cum."

"Are we there yet?" Alan asked, still not really thinking.

Suzanne shut the door behind her, and stood leaning against it with Alan now trapped in the room. The room was dark except for the light of the moon pouring through the windows.

"Yes, we are," Suzanne replied, but now that she had him here, she wasn't sure how to proceed. "Um..." she said aloud, but she couldn't think of anything to say. She'd had a few drinks herself, and wasn't her usual sharp self.

Alan stood in the middle of the room not too concerned with much more than trying to stay standing. But it was slowly dawning on him what a gorgeous, big-breasted woman he was standing in front of. Her tits were all but popping out of her very low cut dress.

"You know, Elle, I gotta say, your boobs are almost the biggest..." he staggered, and fell forward until he was supporting himself with a wall.

"Yes, almost the biggest what?" Suzanne said.

"Oh, nothing, I shouldn't have said anything."

"No, I really want to know. Almost what?"

"Well, I was trying to say they're almost as big as the boobs of two other women I know."

Suzanne smiled a devilish smile, realizing this would be a good "foot in the door" for her plans. "Now, just a moment! My breasts are my best assets. You're telling me you know not one but two women with bigger boobs?"

"Yep."

"I don't believe it."

"Well, it's true. I live near two of the most gorgeous women in the universe. Yours are pretty nice, but theirs are even nicer."

Suzanne was amused that Alan thought "Elle" wasn't as big or beautiful as her real identity. "I think you're wrong," she said firmly. "How can you tell for certain?"

"I don't know, I can just tell."

"You have not felt my boobs. I refuse to concede they're smaller than these other women's until you make sure with your hands."

"That's a fair cop. Okey-dokey." He reached out and cupped one of her boobs.

She held her hand on his and pulled down on her dress, which just ever-so-barely covered her nipples in the first place.

Her two towers of flesh popped out, and Alan began investigating their size more boldly. However, he was in his tiger suit, so he couldn't feel much with his "paws."

"Take off that suit, so you can properly check," she said. She pulled a zipper down his back and dragged the tiger suit off of his arms and down to his chest. His hands flew back to her boobs.

"So, what do you think? Are they the biggest?"

"Hmm. They're pretty fuckin' huge, lady. I mean Elle. I mean, they're quite large, madam. Pardon my language! You're nice, and yours are nice!" he said as he nearly swooned from alcohol. "But Susan's are nicer."

"Oh, are they?" Suzanne said, suddenly genuinely upset. It's amusing when he's comparing me to myself, but not when he prefers Susan! "What about this second woman?"

"Oh Suzanne? Way nicer, too. Sorry, but that's just how it is." He continued to fondle, and pulled her nipples nearly painfully.

"I refuse to believe that," Suzanne said as she began to pull her dress further down. "Look at me naked, and tell me honestly if you think these other women are prettier than me." She wore nothing under her dress so she was suddenly completely nude.

"Ho boy. That's nice." His hands began running all over Suzanne, but still focusing on her tits. He'd been conditioned in recent weeks to avoid touching pussies, so he refrained from that. "You look a lot like Suzanne, but she doesn't let me touch me much. I mean her. Much, I mean."

"She must be crazy. Am I having an effect yet?" She pulled his suit down further until it came to his knees. Alan didn't answer with words, but his penis sprang straight out to its full length, and that was all the answer Suzanne needed. "What do we have here?" she said as she reached down, possessed it with her hands, and began stroking. "Is this not proof that I am the more beautiful woman?"

"Sorry, Elle. I mean, you're making me hot, but you should see what these other two women do to me. It's really crazy, it is." He looked around the room dumbly. "By the way, what was the thing you wanted me to help you with?"

Suzanne grabbed Alan by the shoulders and pushed him backwards until he fell back onto the bed. Then she pulled his tiger suit completely off of his feet, so he was now totally naked except for the tiger mane covering the hair on his head, which was a separate piece.

"These women," she said. "Do they let you play with them?"

He nodded.

"Do they suck you off?"

He nodded more assertively.

"Do they let you fuck them?"

He stopped nodding and became sad.

She walked to the side of the bed, and pulled his limp body up the bed until his head was on a pillow, and then lay on top of him. "Because I would very much like you to fuck me. That errand I need help with? It's that I want you to give me a good fucking."

He still looked befuddled, so she clarified, "I want you to stick your cock in my pussy and ram me like there's no tomorrow. Is that clear? Do you think you can do that?" She drew one of his hands to her pussy and he stroked her furry patch.

"Whoa! Wow. I don't know, Elle. I can try. I'm pretty drunk." The room swirled around him, and he was having a hard time focusing on the task at hand. About the best he could do was grope and ogle this mysterious (from his perspective) and beautiful woman.

He managed to get himself over Suzanne/Elle, and sat on her legs so that his penis pointed towards her pussy. Without any further ado, and before she had a chance to get wet, he tried to stick his tool into her hole. But with the room spinning, the effect was that he kept poking his penis everywhere but where it belonged.

Suzanne, desiring more foreplay, decided this was a good thing. She grabbed control of his penis, but rather than stick it in, she played with it on her pussy lips, teasing herself with it on her clit and all around.

Alan was glad because it meant he could concentrate on holding his head instead to stop the room from spinning.

She began poking it in her tunnel a fraction of an inch and then pulling it back out, making herself wet and Alan increasingly frustrated yet aroused in the process.

"Oooh, Elle, I think I'm gonna be sick," he said.

That's really romantic, Suzanne thought in frustration. Giving up hope on lovemaking prowess from Alan in his current state, she stuck his penis in all the way.

Alan's natural instincts took over and he began poling her with a steady rhythm.

That's better. Much better! Suzanne thought, as he pleasured her with long, deep strokes into the center of her being.

"I'm hangin' on, I'm hangin' on," he said out loud to himself. "So good. You're so good, Elle. Fuck! Yes!"

Suzanne cursed inwardly. Dammit, this is not how it's supposed to be. I'm not seeing stars here. Alan is too drunk. We're both too drunk.

She sensed he was going to go to sleep and/or get flaccid at any moment. So she pulled him out, and changed places. Now straddling Alan, she slowly impaled herself down onto his still rigid pole.

That seemed to work better. She did all the work, bouncing up and down, and saying sexy things like, "You total stud. Fill me up. Fill me up deep with your man meat! Fuck me back into the Stone Age. Fuck this sexy mama senseless. Fuck me silly! You can do it! Hard! Yeah! Just like that! Good!"

Her French accent was slipping more than a little and the natural scratchiness of her voice was back, but Alan was in no condition to notice.

The sight of her bouncing tits in the semi-dark room seemed to help in reviving his energy. She threw her arms up in the air and rode him like a bucking bronco.

"Fuck me!" she yelled. "Fuck your auntie!" Realizing that might be giving her identity away, she tried for a stronger accent and added, "Pretend I'm your aunt! Or better, pretend I'm your mother!"

That's a bizarre thing to say, Alan thought, but it hit him like a bolt of electricity nonetheless. He sat up somewhat, and groped her tits.

"Oh, you like that, don't you? Yes, pretend I'm your mother. Fuck me, Son! Be a motherfucker!"

"Yes! A motherfucker!"

"Do you pretend that Suzanne is your mother?"

"Oh yes!" Suzanne filed that away for future reference.

"What about this Susan? Do you pretend she is your mother?"

"Oh God! Susan! Fuck! Yes!" His energy was reviving more and more with each new incestuous thing Suzanne said.

"Then fuck your mother! Fuck us all!"

"Yeah! Mom, Mom, finally, I'm fucking you! Yes! You've teased me too much! So mean! Too mean! I can't take it anymore! I'm gonna finally cum inside you!"

"Yes! Come inside me! Fill me, Sweee-- Sweet Jesus!" She'd started to say his nickname "Sweetie," but luckily stopped herself in time.

Not that Alan was likely to notice the slip-up, given his intoxication and what he was doing. He'd been holding back and trying to control himself a bit, but he just didn't have the mental focus to maintain control.

"I'm a motherfucker!" he yelled really loud. His semen shot out in torrents into Suzanne's vagina.

His semen blasted into her like a nuclear explosion going off. Even though Alan was off his best, he still shot huge loads, and the cum hit the back of Suzanne's vagina and just kept on hitting.

Suzanne was glad he wasn't wearing a condom, so she could feel his jism filling her up. She didn't have to worry about pregnancy since she'd had her tubes tied. She fell on top of him, exhausted and sweaty, but content.

"Boy, Elle, that was great," Alan said in a surprisingly casual tone.

"Merci beaucoup. Thank you very much, Tiger," she said, and kissed him on the cheek, while she ran her fingers through the lion's mane of the last remaining part of his costume.

Being called "Tiger" now turned Alan on intensely. She had used Susan's nickname for him deliberately, knowing it would have an effect. He tried to think about why she called him that, and then figured she was just referring to his tiger costume.

He sat with eyes wide open. "I feel so revived. My stomach even feels better. But why the weird fantasy? And what if someone heard us? I think you're great just the way you are. ...Dang! What a hot, horny, ready woman. And I just met you. Wow."

She answered his first question. "I don't know. It appeared to work though, didn't it?" Then she thought about the second question, and suddenly felt intensely worried about having been overheard.

She looked up at the windows with a start, and felt a great wave of relief as she realized they were closed. I can only imagine what would have happened if the windows were open and a couple hundred people heard him yell "I'm a motherfucker!" The irony! What would Susan have thought if she recognized his voice?

But the effects of the alcohol still lay heavy on him, and in the post orgasmic bliss, he suddenly felt his eyes drooping. He asked, "What were you saying before about comparing? I don't know about that, but you were great."

His voice started to slow down, like a cassette player running out of batteries. "Can I see your whole face now? Speaking of forbidden fucking, you were almost as good as.... As good as...."

Alan's eyes closed, and he fell fast asleep. He began snoring, and seemed completely dead to the world.

Suzanne wondered what name he was about to say. Hrm. Probably Katherine. Are they fucking? I wouldn't be totally shocked if they were. That would make sense for forbidden fucking, and it would be great news for my overall scheme. But she can't be a better fuck than me; she has to be a clumsy virgin. Who else could it be? Maybe a teacher? That would be forbidden too...

She lay naked next to him for the next hour or so, waiting for him to wake up, but he didn't. She tried shaking him, but all he would do is mumble and turn over. She even tried squeezing his penis for signs of life, but it just flopped over like a limp sausage.

Some schemer I turned out to be! she thought, chagrined. Got him too drunk and had him fuck me when he could barely walk, forgot about protection, forgot about security... I got him thinking about Susan instead of me. It's a miracle he didn't recognize me as well, especially since I let my strand of teased hair get exposed in the midst of the fucking.

Duh. And now he's done for the evening. At least I know I am. I'm so tempted to close my eyes and fall asleep on this bed, but if we don't wake until morning, I'd be in big, big trouble.

She thought more about his sexual performance. I enjoyed that a lot because it was Alan, and it definitely had its moments. But objectively speaking, as a first time fuck with Alan, it sucked. I'm lucky he didn't barf on me. He only was really going there for about three minutes, maybe five. For the normal Alan, he would just be getting warmed up by then. No way does this count as my first time with him! I want a better memory! I'm going to pretend this didn't happen, and try again when he's sober and fully aware of whom he's fucking.

She pulled covers over him, dressed, and slipped out of the room. To her immense relief, the second floor appeared to be essentially empty, though she heard some other panting noises coming from nearby rooms.

She made her way downstairs, and into the cloak room. Once alone, she slipped her black mask off of her face and looked around for Katherine.

There were a few people collapsed on various couches, but she found Katherine still sleeping easily enough. She seemed to be okay and in no need of waking. So Suzanne changed out of her Renaissance outfit and back into her Catwoman one.

But then she thought, You know, if Alan wants his mother so bad, why don't I give her to him? Then there won't be any barriers any more and we can all fuck with abandon. I've been far too tricky with her lately, lying constantly. It's time we bring that to an end, and bring it all out into the open.

I'm gonna make it up to her, and give her the best present she could ever want. I made her hair look like mine with the idea of this kind of identity swap in mind, so I should use it. Not only that, but what'll be really brilliant is that if she gets fucked pretending to be me, then she'll have to understand if Alan continues to fuck me from now on, since she'll be the one who started him fucking "Suzanne"! God, I amaze myself sometimes.

So, changing her mind, she changed back into her Renaissance dress and mask, and went looking for Susan.

CHAPTER 10

Suzanne first went looking everywhere for Amy, but couldn't find her. She found Susan in a busy room on the first floor, talking to Alan's teacher Ms. Gloria Rhymer. Susan looked like she was having a better time than before, and in fact, she looked just shy of being totally smashed on alcohol.

Glory was better at putting her foot down, and she'd driven off the crowd of leering men that had been following Susan around.

But still, as soon as Susan saw Suzanne, she broke off the conversation and hurried across the room to her best friend. "Suzanne, where have you been? I'm so ready to leave! But I can't find Alan anywhere. What do you think happened to him? And you've changed. What happened to your other costume?"

Suzanne replied, "Don't worry about Alan. I was just checking on him. He had too much of that spooky punch, and passed out. Just like Katherine, who I guess you located."

"Yeah, in the cloakroom, poor thing."

"Alan was even worse. I helped him to a bedroom upstairs that had a bathroom right by the bed, 'cos it seemed like he would be ill. He's up there right now in bed, sleeping like a baby."

"Oh Suzanne, you're such a good friend! Always so thoughtful of others. Thanks soooo much for looking after him. I've just been running away from one guy after another all evening. It's been awful!"

She looked distressed. "Why did I ever let you talk me into wearing this Wonder Woman costume? These guys all think I'm easy, 'cos I'm practically naked! It's horrible! One guy even took a bunch of pictures without my permission! And why are you wearing that costume now, anyway?"

Suzanne answered, "I was worried that Catwoman suit would get too hot, seeing how it covered every inch of me. So I brought a spare costume, just in case. And thank God I did. I was burning up inside of it. And unlike you, I don't mind showing off a little bit. This one is much better."

Hey, that excuse actually sounds pretty believable, Suzanne realized, pleased with herself.

"Well, it certainly suits you," Susan replied. "So where's Alan? It must be one o'clock in the morning, and way past their bedtimes."

"He's upstairs. But before I show you up there, an idea just struck me. You're not happy with your costume, and I'm not using my Catwoman one. It's much less revealing. So why don't you change costumes? Not only that, but you can play a really devilish trick on Alan! Since we have the same body shape and size, when you put that costume on, he'll think that you're me! You can give him a big surprise!"

Susan thought of the possibilities. Mostly, she let the alcohol do the thinking for her. Alan is lying upstairs in bed. I can give him a big surprise, all right! He'll stuff his dick right in his mommy's pussy, and he'll never even know it's me! I know it's soooo wrong, but wouldn't it be better if I got these urges out of my system? Then I could follow the boundaries so much easier.

It's my one chance in my life to get fucked by him without consequence! I wanted - I needed - to get fucked by him so badly earlier today. That was wrong. I have to get it out of my system, or I'll keep tempting him until he finally snaps! Or I snap, for that matter. Better to do it when he doesn't realize.

On a more practical level, Susan began to wonder if this idea might actually work, and how. "What about my hair? How does that work?" she asked Suzanne. "Yours is so different."

"I had my hair all stuffed under the hood, and down my back under the costume as well. Anyway, thanks to your special hairdo tonight, your hair looks pretty much the same as mine, except you don't have the reddish tinge that I do. But no one can tell the difference about that in a semi-dark room. All you have to do is ditch the glasses, and work on your voice. Do you think you can sound like me?"

"Oh yeah, the voice." Hmm. The voice is a bit of problem. Suzanne's scratchy, sultry voice is so distinctive. Mine is so generic. But I can't miss this opportunity!

"I don't know. I can try. ... I don't think so. I'm not a good actress like you. What if I pretend to use Catwoman's voice? What does she sound like?"

A few minutes later, Susan crept into the room Alan was sleeping in, dressed as Catwoman. She was all but uselessly drunk and it was remarkable she could walk in a straight line. She cursed the five-inch heels that came with the costume and repeatedly muttered to herself that it was amazing Catwoman could somehow hobble around, much less fight crimes.

She hadn't got the knack of stuffing all of her hair underneath the costume, so some of it stuck out. But that only made her look even more like Suzanne, because of the Suzanne-styled hairdo Suzanne gave her for the Wonder Woman costume.

Because it was a hot night, Suzanne had only put a sheet and light blanket over Alan. Susan had taken her glasses off to make herself less recognizable, but that also meant she couldn't see close objects very well.

Still, Susan could tell right away that he was naked. Anyone but the blind would be able to notice how his penis made a huge tent in the bed sheets.

Oooh, look! He's still wearing the head of a tiger! How cute! My little-whittle Tiger is really a tiger! Should I really let a cute tiger fuck my tight, hot, hungry, little pussy? ... I think I just answered my own question!

She sat on the bed, and began shaking his shoulder. "Alan, Alan," she said in her usual voice.

Then realizing the need to be Suzanne, she changed her voice altogether, and used a tone she guessed Catwoman might use, though she really had no idea how that particular superhero sounded. "Alan, wake up. Catwoman is here. Wake up!"

He opened his eyes. "Oh, hi Suzanne."

"I'm not Suzanne, I'm Catwoman."

Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide, and stared as if in horror.

Susan worried, Oh no! Has he found me out that fast?

He jumped up out of bed, and with his hands over his crotch, looked around desperately. Finally he saw the bathroom right before him, darted into it, and slammed the door behind him.

Susan heard the sound of pissing. It wasn't just a little, but it sounded like a flowing river that went on for over a minute. Oh yeah, she realized. All the alcohol.

Her nervousness increased as she waited. She noticed that her hands were shaking.

He came back into the room finally, still naked and not bothering to hide his now flaccid member. He sat next to Susan and held his head in his hands. "Sorry Catwoman, but that was an extremely urgent nature call. Too much of that damn punch! What the hell did they put in there? I thought you said it was iced tea or something."

"Are you feeling okay, Sweetie?" Susan remembered to use Suzanne's nickname for him.

"I'm feeling better than before, but... Oh Man!" He rubbed his numbed face vigorously. "I still feel like I'm flying. Drunk. Head still spinning a bit. Argh," he moaned in frustration. "At least I don't feel like throwing up any more. That was close."

She held out open arms. "There, there, come to Mommy - your Aunt Suzy. I'll make it all better." He leaned in to her, and she placed his head on her boobs.

For the next five minutes, she simply held him in a hug, and ran a hand over his head, which meant caressing his lion's mane costume instead of his hair.

"Do you feel better now?" she finally asked.

"Oh, much. Yes. You're so sweet, taking care of me. I was wondering where you'd been all evening."

Susan was perplexed by that comment. Huh? I thought Suzanne said she helped him up here and checked on him regularly. Maybe he was already passed out. Or maybe the alcohol is making him forget? "Alan, are you having trouble remembering what happened earlier?"

"Big time. My head is like in a fog. I doubt I'll remember anything that happened tonight, come tomorrow."

Shit! Now really IS my big chance! Susan realized. I can do anything with him, and he won't even remember it! How can I pass this up? If I'm going to be a good mother, there's only one way I can purge my mind of all the horny, nasty thoughts I keep having. Just one time is all I need and then I'll never feel like wanting him in me again.

She was lying to herself - somewhere deep down she realized that fucking him once would only whet her appetite for more. But I just have to get fucked by him. Pounded. Reamed. Knocked up. Ravished. Raped. Done. Filled. Yes! My son must fill me up with his big cock! He must! It's for my own sanity. I can't stand it any more! Susan was more honest in her thoughts than ever before, thanks to the alcohol.

"Oh shit," he said, and he got up again and ran to the bathroom.

Again, Susan heard a torrent of pee, but less this time around.

While she waited, she thought, Okay, Susan, this is it. Calm down. Calm down. Don't be afraid or ashamed about what you're going to do. What did Alan say to me the other day? "Thrust your chest out and proudly poke your tits high up in the air, because you have nothing to be ashamed about." That's what I have to do.

As she still waited, she stood up and unzipped the top of her Catwoman costume. As the zipper made its way down the middle of her chest, her tremendous tits came into view, and then her tight stomach. She pulled the zipper all the way down past her cute belly button. She kept the mask on her head though, to help keep her real identity secret. She was able to retain her senses that much, at least.

She thought to herself, Don't be nervous. Wipe that fraidy-cat look off your face. This is for the best. ... Although I can't believe I'm seducing my own son! I just have to be confident and decisive. Tiger loves my tits, so I gotta use that to my advantage. I'll thrust them up still higher.

Alan washed his hands then came back into the room. He took one look at Susan with her chest arching forward, surrounded by skin-tight black leather, and his eyes bugged out in Roger Rabbit-style. "Suzanne! Shit! You look even better than usual. And that's saying something."

That gave Susan confidence. She smiled as she thought, Maybe that's because your mommy really is hotter than Suzanne!

Again she held out open arms in invitation. "Come back to my chest, Ti- ... Sweetie."

He immediately returned his head to her soft, pale boobs, but now his face rested on naked flesh.

"I have an idea," she said. "Maybe if you suck on my nipples, that will help you forget your pain."

Even though he was drunk, he didn't need to be asked twice. He immediately placed his mouth over a tit and began suckling contentedly.

Susan cooed, "That's it. Suck them just like that. Pretend you're a baby and you're breastfeeding from your mother. Suck your mother's tits, Sweetie."

Why is everyone so into pretending they're my mom this evening? Alan wondered. How weird.

But soon he emptied his mind and concentrated only on the sensation of suckling on a nipple. He switched from tit to tit as the minutes rolled by, and pinched and stroked the nipple he wasn't sucking.

Susan was in complete ecstasy. Her nipples were so sensitive that having them sucked almost felt better than being fucked. Funnily enough, Susan's "forget your pain" idea was actually working - Alan's mind began to clear.

Susan kept up provocative commentary at a lazy pace. "That's it. ... That's it, little baby. ... Keep sucking your mommy's tits. ... Drink my milk. ... Make me lactate. ... Keep suckling until you can milk me. ... Milk your mommy..."

Finally, Alan turned his head up, and said, "But Suzanne, Mommy, Catwoman, ... whatever I should call you ... isn't what we're doing wrong? What about Susan's rules? A little bending is okay, but maybe we're getting into it too much?"

"That's okay, it's okay," she cooed, as she pressed his head back onto a nipple. "Just leave it to... your Aunt Suzy. If a little bit of rule bending is good, then a lot is better. Play with my nipples, you big Tiger. Play with me. Suckle my tits until I cum milk. ... Drink your mother's milk, my little baby!"

He began suckling again, at a more intense pace.

After a delay of a few minutes, he pulled his mouth off again, and said, "Suzanne, you don't have any milk in your tits. Didn't the doctor just a while back say it would take days of constant suckling for a woman to start lactating? Remember when he using that metaphor when talking about my condition?"

"That's right, Sweetie. But we can continue this at home. You can suckle on my tits all day long for as long as it takes, until I finally gush milk. Won't that be fun? To have you fondle and grope and suckle at my tits until they're sore? Then you can drink my milk every day! And then, after that, you can suck and suck, and just keep sucking! Tie my hands behind my back and use me as your personal milk machine!"

She threw her head back in ecstasy, imagining permanently enslaving her boobs to Alan's thirst.

"Catwoman, I think you're getting a little crazy. That's just impossible with Mom watching, and you know it." He switched his mouth to the other nipple.

"You're right," she sighed. "Although you might be surprised how she thinks about these things. I think she secretly wants to do EVERYTHING with you, really bad! She just can't get the courage to go all the way, and you're not being aggressive enough."

With no response to that, she went on another tack. "But since you can't get my boobs to leak, why don't you aim a little lower? There's lots of leaking down there!"

Susan stood up briefly and wiggled further out of her Catwoman suit, until only pieces of her costume on her arms, legs and head remained. All of her hair now fell free, except for some still under the Catwoman hood. This paradoxically made her look even more like Suzanne. In the dim light, her skin was pale enough to pass for Suzanne's alabaster skin as well.

If Alan was really alert, he would have noticed she had brown eyes instead of Suzanne's green, or he could have realized that Suzanne's trademark long strand of teased hair was missing, but he was anything but alert.

Alan began stroking his hand over her stomach, going steadily lower and lower. Even her stomach was a turn-on: it was perfectly formed, like a statue of a Greek goddess. Alan loved the feel of the tiny, invisible hairs that covered it.

Meanwhile, she placed a hand on his penis and stroked. "Why don't you suck on my clit instead?" she suggested enthusiastically. "Put your tongue in my pussy. Lick my hairy pussy until I cum! Since you're a tiger, bite me! Bite down on my clit! Make me cry your name, scream your name, at the top of my lungs!"

She was trying to talk in a sexy whisper to sound more like Suzanne, even if she couldn't imitate the scratchy aspect of her friend's voice. But her voice was becoming more Susan-like every minute.

Luckily, Alan didn't notice that either.

Alan put his hand on her clit and began rubbing it. His mouth followed his other hand, slowly kissing his way down her stomach until he was at the top of her bush.

She continued to enthuse, "Just like that! Yes! Lower! Bite my clit! Do me! Get nasty!"

But he stopped and pulled away from her.

"What's wrong?" she asked, as she tried to push him back. She grabbed at his penis with both hands and rubbed it more furiously, hoping to goad him back into action. "Don't stop! It's just getting really good!"

"I just remembered the boundaries. We're going too far! I'm getting so horny, especially with the way you're talking, that if I go down on you now I don't think I'm going to want to stop at all! And frankly Suzanne, I'm surprised at you. You're just egging me on and on. It doesn't seem like you want to stop either. One of us has to have some control. What about my mom who's also your best friend? Don't you want to respect her rules at least somewhat? I just can't do this to her. Not now. It feels like cheating."

"Oh Alan! That's so sweet!" She leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. Her hands kept working on his penis despite his comments.

"You see?" he said, pulling away, but only after enjoying a good, long kiss, "You're doing it again! We're not supposed to do that either. Mom doesn't like people to kiss. My head was all fogged up a bit before. I'm still drunk, and you're obviously more than a little tipsy. So let's just chalk this one up to us not being totally with it. I've got to go pee again. When I get back, it would be better if I come back to an empty room, 'cos I don't know how much more temptation I can take. I mean, Jesus Christ! I must be an idiot for not fucking you right now. You're so insanely beautiful!"

Her hands flew back to his penis. "Can't I just jack you off? Can't we do that first?"

He noted the curious word "first," but replied, "I'd love to, but I have to pee so bad. And things are spinning out of control. It's good we stop."

His words sobered her. She even let go of his penis. "Okay, you're right. Let's just forget this ever happened, okay? No need to mention it to anyone?"

He nodded, and said, "We'll have other chances soon, I'm sure."

She cried, "At least touch my clit!" She touched it herself, and her whole body shook violently, like she was being rattled around on an amusement park ride.

Alan stood gaping as he watched her cum.

He groaned. "Dear God!" He hurried off to the bathroom.

After he peed, he jacked himself off so he would be more rational and self-controlled if she was still in the room when he got back. It didn't take long at all to get off. He shot his seed into the toilet as he replayed the image of her shaking wildly, flooding her wet thighs with even more creamy juices.

As Susan began pulling up her Catwoman costume over her legs, she thought, What an amazing son I have! Tempted beyond all reasonable expectations, and the only thing he could think of was me, not Suzanne, and respecting the promise he made to me! I'm so happy, I could cry!

Here I've been acting like a total slut, even though a lot of it was the alcohol tonight, and I haven't been listening to my own advice. Enough! I'm not going to make this kind of mistake again. I'll be a mother he can be proud of! Cocksucking, yes, but nothing more.

After a pause, her mind began working in a different direction. Even though ... the idea of him milking my tits until I lactate is so hot! Oh God, I gotta get out of here before he comes back in the room!

She stood up and somehow managed to stagger out of the room, despite her drunkenness and the towering heels that came with the costume.

CHAPTER 11 (Sunday, Nov. 3)

Everybody woke up late Sunday morning. Nobody made it to church, and in fact Alan didn't even wake up until noon. Everyone felt woozy upon waking, and Alan and Katherine had full-blown hangovers. But after showers and a nice brunch, they felt much better.

Nobody really said anything about the party, and when questions were asked, for instance by Katherine who had slept through almost everything, few were answered.

Suzanne in particular desperately wanted to know what happened between Alan and Susan the night before.

But Alan had virtually no recollection of that part of the evening, and only a bit more of what happened between him and "Elle." He thought it best not to mention "Elle" to anyone at all. He kicked himself for not getting any contact information for her.

Susan remembered full well what happened, but the only clue she gave to Suzanne was a stern lecture on the importance of maintaining boundaries.

Suzanne overheard Susan mumbling, "It was the alcohol, I swear. That was too close! I'm teetotalling from now on!"

From that, Suzanne guessed something physical must have happened to make Susan feel somewhat guilty, but not too much. She speculated, Had they had actual sex, knowing Susan and how she's been acting just under the surface lately, I would half expect her to totally snap and instantly turn into a wanton, incest-loving slut. Either that, or she'd be way more upset.  

I can just picture her right now, naked on the couch with her feet up around her head, rubbing her pussy, and just begging Alan to fuck her like an animal! And then we could all take turns with her. I could be licking one load of my Sweetie's cum straight from her pussy while he slams into me doggy style, pumping in another hot blast of spunk. But noooOOOoooo, she just sits in the kitchen making orange juice. Such a shame and a waste of her perfect body. Oh well. It's just a matter of time. I just have to keep pushing and scheming like I did last night. If only there were more costume parties! Those have such potential.

Suzanne was remarkably accurate in guessing just how close Susan was to completely snapping and giving in utterly to her desires. But Susan's close brush with incestuous intercourse was an epiphany of sorts. She no longer had an overwhelming desire to be fucked, at least for the moment.

Susan thought, If my Tiger could show that much control and respect for my wishes, I have to try and do the same. I haven't been helping him enough lately too - I've been doing everything wrong. I have to focus on a simple task - stimulating his penis. I'm going to suck his cock every day until it plain falls off! I'm going to forget completely about fucking and focus entirely on cocksucking. I'm going to be the best cocksucker there ever was! That way, we can both have fun, and at the same time he'll will respect me for following my own boundaries.

Susan was ready to launch into her new cocksucking campaign right away, but the moment wasn't right. Everyone, especially her, was groggy and barely functional. The whole gang, including Amy, hung out eating a lazy brunch and reading different sections of the newspaper for the next couple of hours.

Later in the day, Susan found some time to be alone with Suzanne. They hung out by the pool out back, sitting in the shade in lawn chairs, still feeling lousy.

Susan's mind was on her husband Ron. Nervously fingering her wedding ring, she asked, "Suzanne, I've got a question. What we're doing with Alan... It's not exactly loyal to our marriage vows. I know Ron's been cheating, but I didn't know that when I started helping my son with his medical treatments. The truth is, regardless of what Ron did, regardless of the validity of the medical treatment and saving Alan from the sin of Onan, sometimes I just feel like an adulterous, cheating slut."

She sighed. "You haven't been faithful to Eric for some time now, but doesn't that bother you sometimes? Whatever happened to all those pledges, 'forsaking all others,' 'in sickness and in health,' and all the rest? I mean, I still wear my wedding ring! Sometimes I look at my hands as they're holding my Tiger's big erection and I notice my ring as it slides up and down. And sometimes, quite often, actually, it gets covered in his cum. I feel awful!"

Suzanne seriously considered the question before replying, "I don't consider myself a cheater because I don't really consider myself married. My marriage died a long time ago. It's true that as far as I know, Eric never gave his heart to another woman, but he gave his soul up to Mammon and the effect is the same. Sure, having some money is nice but he's addicted and will never get enough."

She stretched her arms out. "Look at me. I'm hardly ugly by any stretch of the imagination. I have to fight men off wherever I go. But Eric hasn't been interested in having sex with me for years! Years! I think when he put on all that weight, he lost his sex drive somehow. I don't even think he masturbates. Somehow, he gets off on money."

She frowned as she went on, "But it's not just that. The love died in so many ways. We have a wordless agreement, I think, to stay married just until the kids graduate. At least that's what I'm thinking, but we haven't had a serious talk in so long, so who knows what's on his mind. ... But the long and the short of it is that I don't feel any guilt. I haven't for ages. However, this is a new thing for you so I imagine you're more troubled."

"Yes I am," Susan admitted, sorrowfully. "Very troubled. What troubles me the most is that, okay, the love is gone from my marriage too. That should be some consolation. But is it? The thing is, my desire for Alan is so strong that I suspect I'd have fallen for him and become his hopelessly devoted daily cocksucker even if I was deeply in love with Ron. He's just too cute and handsome and completely irresistible! And don't even get me started about his dick and good it feels to hold in my hands. What do you think?"

"I think you're wrong about that. For you, when you love someone, you love them with all your heart and soul. You would never cheat on someone you really loved. But you're confused because you still maintain the fiction that you used to love Ron. I know you, and the fact is, you never really loved him and he never loved you. The two of you tried to pretend there was something there for so long, but there never was. So don't feel bad. You're not a bad wife, you're a good mother."

Susan breathed a big sigh of relief. "Thank you, Suzanne! You know just what to say. I feel so much better. I'm so glad I got this off my chest." She kissed her friend on the cheek.

Suzanne suggested, "If the thing with the wedding ring is bothering you so much, why not just take it off and keep it off? You'll notice that I take it off every time I leave my house. It's automatic for me, like putting on my seat belt. You should do the same. What loyalty do you have to Ron now? We've been talking about how you could best divorce him and he's long gone back to his lovers. Why wear his ring?"

"You're right. I suppose I should just take it off. Maybe then I won't feel so guilty when I'm wiping my fingers through Tiger's sticky goo."

Susan felt a lot better after talking things over with Suzanne, as she usually did.

Alone, back in her room, she fingered her wedding ring again. She toyed with the idea of taking it off but in the end she couldn't quite get herself to do it. While her feelings for Ron weren't strong, she still had a strong sense of loyalty to being married and she still harbored guilt over her cheating.

CHAPTER 12

Around three o'clock, Alan left with some friends for the beach. He generally went to the beach at least once a week since they lived less than a mile from the ocean, but lately he hadn't been going so much. He thought it was time to fix that.

He left without even having cum once all day so far. He knew he'd end up well below six for the day, but figured he could use the break.

The last time Alan had gone to the beach, he went to the White Sands Beach, the beach most frequented by his fellow high school students, and had an embarrassing encounter with Heather.

He had no desire to run into Heather again; no matter how beautiful she was or how much fun having sex with her was, his instinct warned him that she was very bad news.

So he went to one of the other nearby beaches instead. It was a wide sandy beach frequented by lots of tourists. For most of the day, he had a very ordinary and uneventful time. He was able to reconnect with Sean and a couple of his other friends while ogling the passersby, so he was happy about that.

But then about an hour before he planned to leave, he had a big surprise. As he and his friends walked down the main boardwalk, coming from getting snacks at a snack bar, he saw Katherine and Heather walking together down the boardwalk in the other direction, headed right for them.

Alan couldn't believe this was just coincidence. After all, Heather almost never went to any beach other than the White Sands Beach, which she practically ruled as some kind of private fiefdom. Ordinarily, she would never be caught dead at a touristy beach like this one. Alan could only guess that Katherine had overheard him talking on the phone with his friends, and so knew which beach to go to in order to find him. Then she must have told Heather about it.

But he was quite surprised to see her doing something social and of her own free will with the "evil" Heather.

Together, the two girls made quite a sight walking down the boardwalk. Katherine wore dark glasses and a one-piece bathing suit while Heather went without glasses and wore a revealing bikini.

Alan thought it interesting that, while he considered his sister quite tanned, with naturally dark skin like his own, she seemed nearly pale compared to the deep golden brown tan Heather had.

He was also surprised to notice just how tall Heather was. He figured she was only about two inches short of his sister's five foot eleven inches height. Then he realized that the two of them looked so tall because both were wearing high heels. It was a bizarre thing to wear to the beach, even if they were still walking on a concrete boardwalk, but that's what they were wearing.

Alan could tell the two girls were in a mood to flirt with him - the high heels were certainly a sign of that.

Katherine knew how much he loved high heels so they must have conspired to wear them and then catch him walking on the boardwalk instead of on the sand where they'd have to take their shoes off.

Heather was the first one to speak as the two groups grew close. "Well, well. Look who we have here. Alan. ... and friends." This was an inside joke referring to the last time Heather had run into Alan at the beach. He had been with Sean and Peter but she couldn't remember his friends' names, so she had just referred to the three of them as "Alan ... and friends."

Even though it was a joke, Alan realized that it was also a clever cover-up because she probably still didn't remember Sean's name or the name of the two other friends he was with even though Heather should have known them all from being occasional classmates with them. Alan was the only one of them who showed up on her social radar screen and she could care less about the others.

Alan was a bit formal, unsure of how to act. "Hey Katherine. Heather. What brings you here?"

Katherine replied, "Oh, that other beach gets boring. We figured you never know who you might run into on this one."

Alan knew for sure from the way she said that that this encounter was deliberately planned.

Before he could reply, Heather asked, "So Alan. How are things hanging?" The innuendo in her voice was obvious to all but the most clueless.

Unfortunately, Alan was surrounded by some of the most clueless. He wouldn't have minded some sexual teasing, though the presence of Katherine was a bit disconcerting when doing that in public, but he realized that he was stuck with his three friends.

Each one of them was infatuated with Heather more than the next, and his best friend Sean had the biggest crush on her of them all. He couldn't figure out how to get away without causing suspicions or having his friends want to come with him. If Heather suggested that they all go roll around in the garbage at the local garbage dump they probably would have eagerly agreed, just to prolong their time near her.

Alan knew how infatuated Sean was about Heather and tried to do something nice for him. He said, "Hey Heather. I just realized you might not know my friends." He nodded to his left. "This is Sean." Then he pointed to his right. "And these guys are Derek and John."

"Hi guys," Heather replied with only the thinnest veneer of politeness. She all but yawned in their faces.

Sean was so moony over Heather that he appeared oblivious to the fact that Heather completely failed to recognize him from the last time he was with Alan at the beach, or when the two of them ran into Heather in the Baskin Robbins, or the literally countless other times Heather had crossed his path. He was classified in her mind as a complete nerd and thus not worth thinking about.

But to have Heather say "hi guys" was like manna from heaven for Alan's friends. None of them were capable of a reply and just nodded their heads over and over like complete imbeciles.

Heather paid them no more mind, but said to Alan in a sultry voice, "It's a good thing we ran into you, 'cos we're looking for someone to help with some painting. I hear you're very, very good... at painting. I have a bare snatch of wall that could use your talented fingers."

Alan was highly distraught at Heather's innuendos. He knew that Heather figured the bizarre idea of painting a pussy would never occur to Alan's friends, so she was free to blatantly talk about it without worrying much about them catching on. But he worried that saying things like "bare snatch" instead of "bare stretch" was pushing her luck. The fact that Katherine was giggling up a storm didn't help matters.

Alan tried to play it straight. "Um, yes. I can help with that."

"Good. I'd like to work you in real soon." Her voice was dripping with lust.

Sean though, was clueless and said, "I can paint too."

Heather brushed him off. "I'm sure you can, but Alan has the whole package. So Alan, bring your package around and we can work it in. That'll be a blast. You can cover my walls with your wet... paint."

Katherine was on the verge of death by giggle.

Alan decided the only safe option was escape. "Yeah. Let's do that. We've gotta go now though."

"Oh, do you? Looks like you're having a ball with your friends - or would you like to have a ball with me?" She thrust her hips out in a sexy pose to make her meaning clear.

Alan looked over at Sean and then at his other two friends. He couldn't believe that innuendo went over their heads, but it did. They looked like they were struck stupid. Alan was embarrassed for them and desperately wanted to get away from them, as much to avoid the pain of watching them socially flail about as for the chance to be alone with Heather, but he still couldn't figure out how. With their painful example in mind, he replied, "Oh, you wouldn't want to hang out with a nerd."

Heather smiled, remembering fondly the last time Alan bantered with her about the nerd topic. It was just after he'd fucked her hard and long for the first time. She raised an arm above her head to play with her pony tail in a deliberately provocative pose as she replied, "Oh, I don't know about that. I hear nerds are underrated. In fact, some of them are quite impressive, the way they SCORE highly. What about you, Alan? Would you like to score ... highly?"

Alan looked back at his friends. Sean appeared to be completely lost in some La La Land. He figured they were so awed by Heather's posing that they weren't paying much attention to her words.

But to his surprise, his other two friends were gawking at Katherine, not just at Heather. Even though Katherine's one-pieced bathing suit was much less revealing than Heather's two-piece, it was way more revealing than the kind of clothes she still typically wore at school. She never wore anything revealing in public, except for the required cheerleading outfit. Everyone outside of a few cheerleaders still thought she was as goody-goody as can be.

Sean knew Katherine well enough because he was so close to Alan, but the other two failed to recognize her as the socially conservative girl at school and assumed she was a new hottie.

Alan finally remembered to reply to Heather's question. Seeing immediate escape was futile, he tried to reply to her sexual banter with some of his own. "Of course I love to score, uh, well. But to do that you have to do a lot of cramming." He adjusted the hard-on that had rapidly sprouted in his bathing suit.

Heather was radiating sex so strongly and he was radiating it back so much that it felt like they were fucking each other without touching.

Heather joined in with Katherine's giggling.

Then Heather responded, "Cramming? What an excellent idea. I certainly could use a lot of help with cramming. Do you think you could help me with that? An all-nighter of nothing but solid cramming. That sounds like exactly what I need. I need to work you in with that, too."

Katherine's giggle fit was dying down, so Alan looked over to her to see how she was reacting to all of this.

She gave him a private wink. It seemed as if she was enjoying this tremendously, though Alan could also detect some frustration. Presumably she was upset that she couldn't join in the banter as well.

As fun as it was, Alan worried that if they kept on like this, he would either cum in his shorts or his friends would finally get wise (though he half-seriously guessed Heather would have to yank off her bikini, bend over, and have Alan fuck her doggy style right there in the middle of the boardwalk before his friends caught on that something sexual was happening).

He said, "We'll have to do that one of these days, Heather. But right now we're going to uh..." - he struggled to think of something they had to do, since all they were really doing was lazily hanging out, but then he remembered the boogie boards they'd brought along - "um, boogie boarding. Ah, er, go boogie boarding. Yeah. We'd better do some of that while the waves are good."

Heather was hardly deterred. "Oh? You're going to ride the waves? Well, Alan, if you can think of anything else you'd rather ride, give me a call." She wiggled her hips, the invitation blatant to all but nerds who spent too much time playing computer games.

"Okay. I will." He waved good-bye to both girls.

However, Heather had one last trick up her sleeve, thanks to the bikini she'd chosen to wear. She and Katherine turned as if they were about to walk back the direction they'd come from. But Heather stopped and looked over her shoulder.

She said to Alan, "You know what? It's probably for the best that we go. I've been meaning to call my friend Simone. She told me that if I didn't call her this afternoon, she'd have my ass. Can you just picture that, Simone having my ass?"

Alan's friends had already started to walk away and talk amongst themselves, but Alan was rooted to the spot. He knew that Heather's dialogue was completely unnecessary except as an excuse for more blatant innuendo. What she really wanted him to do was to stare at her ass.

And what an ass it was. The amazing thing was that from the front side, Heather appeared to have a fairly standard two-colored bikini. But from the back, the bottom piece was little more than a black G string. There was nothing but acres and acres of extremely firm and toned ass cheek to admire. Heather may have been vain about her looks, but she was also a fanatical exerciser. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her backside to be seen anywhere.

Alan's heart pounded in his chest as he gawked at her gently undulating butt cheeks. He was fairly certain that he would cum in his shorts if Heather didn't get away from him soon.

But instead, she just continued to stand there, continually and slowly shifting her weight from one leg to the other. Her bronzed skin was alluringly shiny from all the sun tan lotion she had on. A light sheen of sweat from being out in the sun sparkled seductively in the sunlight as her powerful buttocks lazily moved and rubbed against each other.

The situation was made even worse for Alan by Heather asking him to imagine Simone "having" her ass. He didn't know what that meant exactly, but it brought up all kinds of debauched images of black on white lesbian lust. He knew that Heather was all but daring him to sink his steel hard erection into the hot and steamy valley between her clenching ass cheeks and hump her ass in the middle of broad daylight.

Heather finally prodded, "Well? Alan? Are you sure you aren't up for some ... cramming? Maybe later tonight, perhaps? Or painting. We could do a lot of cramming and then end with you painting my walls. Maybe even two or three coats."

You could have knocked Alan over with a feather. Had he been more coherent he might even have taken her up on her offer because the sight of Heather's ass and all the talk of "cramming" sounded pretty great to his frazzled brain. But all he managed to say was, "See ya."

Heather frowned in confusion. She was so surprised by this apparent refusal of her none too subtle invitation that she didn't know what to say. She didn't know what else she could do to convince him, given she was in public. She resolved to regroup and try other tactics with him some other time.

She slowly walked away. She made sure to cock her hips with each step to greatly emphasize the shifting of her weight from ass cheek to ass cheek as she moved.

Katherine did the same. They walked in tandem for greater effect, moving as if in slow motion. They turned lots of heads as they went.

Alan's friends had been talking to each other since they had assumed the girls had already walked away. But they finally turned around and immediately joined Alan in intense ogling.

Sean's jaw almost literally clattered to his feet. He looked so happy that he seemed to be on the verge of joyous tears.

Once the two girls were out of earshot, John sang from the Spinal Tap movie, "Big bottoms, big bottoms, talk about bum cakes, my girl's got 'em! Big bottoms drive me out of my mind, how can I leave this... be-hi-ii-ind?"

That got good laughs as the four of them watched the two tanned asses slowly fade into the crowd on the busy boardwalk. With great relief, Alan felt the urgent need to cum also fade away.

As soon as the girls were out of eyesight, Sean plastered himself at Alan's side and said excitedly, "Alan, I knew Heather knew you, but I had no idea you were actually friends with her! She was treating you like a real, actual friend, talking to you and everything. How did that happen?!"

"Did you notice she's with Katherine? I know her 'cos she knows Katherine. Remember? They're on the cheerleading squad together."

"Oh. Yeah. Can you introduce me?"

Alan rolled his eyes. "I just did."

Sean was disappointed to realize that was true and that it hadn't amounted to that much, but before he could formulate a reply, Derek blurted out, "Who did you say the other one was? Katherine? Damn, she's hot! I'd totally do her."

John nodded. "Totally! Holy shit, which one is more fuckable?"

But then Sean, finally showing some sense, said, "You idiots, Katherine is Alan's sister."

"Oh sorry," Derek said most apologetically.

"Yeah, sorry man," John agreed. "I really didn't know. I mean, I know your sister from school, but I thought that this girl was so sexy that... in that hot swimsuit... And with the sunglasses I couldn't..." Realizing he was just digging himself in deeper, he tried to quickly change the topic. "Hey, did you guys hear what Heather said? She likes nerds! She's actually into guys with high academic scores!"

Sean was extremely happy about that. "Yeah! Who knows, I might have a good chance with her!"

Alan though, just shook his head sadly. Jesus. I'm with dumb and dumber ... and dumbest. Poor Sean. So sadly deluded. Was I ever that much of an idiotic dork? I hope not. I think it's that they're all so infatuated that their brains stop working. Man, I've either got to clue these guys in a little bit or find some new friends. To think that I just missed out on doing some "cramming" with Heather just 'cos I couldn't shake these guys. He sighed.

As happened nearly every day now, Alan thought to himself about the irony of his general situation. My friends don't even know I've kissed a girl. If only they knew what I've done with these two girls in private! BOTH of them, even my sister! Sean would probably have a heart attack and die if Heather even hugged him. I should ask Heather to give him a charity fuck. That would be the highlight of his life.

Alan was torn away from his thinking when he heard Sean liken Heather to Galadriel, the beautiful and angelic Elven queen from Lord of the Rings. Alan just shook his head sadly at the depth of his friend's delusion. He saw that Sean was so far gone that he didn't notice the head shake either.

But while Alan mentally kicked his friends for being brain dead, Alan also could lose his head. Prior to running into Heather, he'd resolved to avoid her at all costs. But afterwards, he completely forgot about that resolution. Instead, he started to think about when and where he might be able to fuck her again. So in that sense, Heather's teasing invite was a success. She was simply too deliciously fuckable for Alan to completely resist.

Later at home Alan asked Katherine why she was hanging out with Heather. She said that she wanted to tease him at the beach but realized that she wasn't allowed to do that. So she did the next best thing and lived vicariously through Heather's teasing. She figured, correctly, that if anyone was a talented cocktease, it was Heather.

CHAPTER 13  

When Alan got back home just before dinner, he was in need of some "servicing." Given that Katherine hadn't made it back from the beach yet and Suzanne wasn't over, his choice was easy: Susan.  

All he had to say was, "Hey Mom, I could really use some of your special help," and they were off to his room in a flash.

Alan sat on the edge of his bed and Susan knelt below him on the floor. She began giving him a very pleasant cocksucking.

As she licked her way up and down the underside of his erection, he said, "You know what, Mom? I have to confess something. I was with a very beautiful woman last night, at the party."

Susan froze, afraid that she'd been found out.

But he continued, "Her name was Elle. She was amazing. I mean, really truly amazing. But you know what? She wasn't as beautiful as you."

Susan's heart melted with relief and delight. Oh God! What if he knew? I haven't even been thinking about that, and I'm not going to think about it now. What's important is that he DOESN'T know, and no one will ever know. Not only that, but he says I'm beautiful! What a wonderful son! I just wish there was some way I could keep his dick pumping in my mouth every hour of the day to show him how much he means to me.

She stopped sucking and reverted to jacking him off so she could look up and hear more about this Elle. She asked, "What did you do with her? Tell me all about it. Tell me all about the hot, nasty things you did to her. Did you fuck her? Did you put her in her place? Did you pound her into submission with your big pussy tamer?"

"Whoa, Mom." He was surprised with her language and attitude. "To be honest, I can't remember much. I was too drunk. I do remember fucking her. But it's all a blur. I don't think I was very good."

Her pride battled with her jealousy, and pride won out. "Nonsense! You fucked her good. I just know it. Mommy's so proud of her big, strapping son. Such a good fucker. I'll bet you flooded her pussy with cum. But did you take precautions? You're so potent and full of cum, that could be a problem. Are you going to see her again?"

"I don't remember. And I don't have any way to contact her. That really sucks."

"Speaking of sucking, you need to be rewarded for some excellent fucking. Mommy's so proud of you." She swallowed his penis again.

Alan thought, Holy crap! To fuck a woman as beautiful as Elle, then have my mother actually REWARD me for it with a cocksucking?! How could life get any better?  

Susan was secretly relieved that Alan had no way to contact "Elle." While her tongue circled around and around his penis head, she thought, As much as I love to hear my son is fucking and is no longer a virgin, and as much as I love to hear about his sexual prowess, I don't want to compete with this Elle. She sounds like some hot young vixen. If he fucks someone, he should fuck his mommy! ... No, I didn't say that. I'm gonna satisfy him just with my mouth so he won't want anyone else. Mmmm. He's fucking his mommy's mouth and I love it!  

Alan was keeping his room ventilated now, so Susan had been relatively calm and not pumped up from the smell of his cum as she usually was. But after this talk of Elle, she redoubled her efforts.

Once more, she moaned: "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm... MMMM! MMMM! ... Mmmm..." She let her mouth fill up, rather than quickly swallowing the thick flavorful sauce erupting out of her son's dick as she usually did. She held the load and enjoyed the flavor soaking into her tongue. She found herself wondering what it would be like to have her son's seed soaking in her pussy. But she realized the idea was taboo and quickly dismissed it.  

When it was over, Alan compared the "before" and "after" and decided that a little more out of control enthusiasm would be pretty nice. He resolved to keep the air in his room mostly clean since he'd promised to do so already, but leave enough of a cum smell to be noticeable. Actually, that's the way it had been for weeks, since he'd been cumming in his bed so often that it required a concerted effort to keep the cum smell out of the room. He decided that by returning it to that condition he wasn't really violating his promise to Susan to air out the room.  

CHAPTER 14

That evening, Suzanne and Amy came back over to hang out. Suzanne in particular was in a mood to tease.

It started when Alan was sitting in the living room with Suzanne and Katherine, checking to see if anything was good on TV.

Susan was getting something in the kitchen when Suzanne asked Katherine, "Did you have a chance to help Alan today?" She licked her lips in a seductive way to indicate she was referring to Alan's "treatment" even as Alan watched from a few feet away.

"Nope," replied Katherine. "Not yet." She started rubbing her tongue around her lips in return. "How about you?"

"Mmmm hmm!" Suzanne answered. Suzanne had given Alan a blowjob shortly after she came over when dinner was finished. She spent over half an hour licking and sucking every possible way, including more practice with deep throating. She had taken to heart Alan's complaint from when he thought he was talking to Elle that she didn't let him touch her enough. So she'd let him explore her ass while she sucked.

"Lucky you," Katherine replied.

Just like Suzanne, Katherine wore a strapless dress. Looking back and forth at their faces, it was easy to forget they wore any clothes at all.

Suzanne pointed out, "Oh, but Susan had a nice suck before dinner, so that means it's your turn next. That makes you the lucky one!"

Suzanne then mumbled instead of using words because she was continuing and even increasing her tongue action.

Katherine didn't stop her lewd tongue movements either.

From Alan's point of view, sitting between them, it appeared that Katherine and Suzanne were mimicking the actions of French kissing each other, though of course there was no actual touching since the two females were a good ten feet away from each other. But it appeared they were really getting into it and completely ignoring Alan. Both also stuck their tongues far out and repeatedly brought them back in, as if licking imaginary penises.

Finally, after nearly a minute of this, Amy got up from sitting by the TV to go back home, and while Amy was milling about the two of them stopped before Amy could see them.

Alan was confused, just like the time he saw them French kiss each other a few days ago. Are they teasing me? Trying to turn me on? They certainly succeeded in that! Are they just having fun describe how they're "helping me out" or are they even having some kind of competition? Or is there something sexual happening between those two?

The remaining four of them continued to watch TV for the rest of the evening. The women were fairly thoroughly dressed, at least by recent standards. The only major difference from the way things used to be was that everyone knew Katherine would be sucking Alan off later, and Suzanne at least wasn't shy about openly acknowledging that fact.

During a commercial break, Suzanne helped herself to a Popsicle from the kitchen refrigerator, then said to Susan as she sat back down, "Would you like a snack to eat, like a Popsicle? Not all of us are lucky enough to have Alan's cock on the menu later tonight."

Susan protested, "Suzanne! Please. That's so improper."

Suzanne purposely played dumb and pretended it was just one word that offended Susan. "Oh, I'm sorry. I should refer to it as a penis, not a cock. I always forget. What if I say instead, unfortunately, Katherine is the only one on the on-deck circle to get a swing from Alan's big bat."

She turned to Alan as she unwrapped her Popsicle, "Although, Sweetie, aren't you still a long way from six times today? Couldn't you use some more help? Is one tongue at a time enough to get you off, or would you like two at once?"

Susan was quick to say, "Suzanne, stop that. Really! We're trying to watch the TV."

Suzanne began licking her Popsicle. "It's a commercial, Susan. Don't you think that if Alan needs two tongues at once, we should oblige?"

"That's very unseemly. Cocksucking, I mean, uh, pleasuring his penis, is a very private matter. Two at once, I don't think that's proper. And although his penis is a tough beast to tame, I've... I've..."

Suzanne prodded, "Yes? You've..." She was blatantly licking her Popsicle like it was a penis now. She let it drip down onto herself, which wasn't that much of a problem since she was wearing very scanty clothing to begin with.

The sight made Susan completely lose track of her words. She thought, What's wrong with me? Why, I'm looking at that ice cream as if it was, as if it was ... a penis! If Suzanne only knew what she was doing to me! But I can hardly ask her to stop her innocent ice cream eating. I must be going sex-mad!

Suzanne just gave Susan a slightly wicked smile and continued to lick. There was nothing innocent whatsoever in what she was doing.

Susan looked at Suzanne's Popsicle with a desperate longing. It was quite a phallic shape except for the yellow color. She licked her lips and lurched slightly forward, but then gained some control over herself. "I've, uh, I've always managed with just my one tongue, thank you very much."

The teens were also transfixed by Suzanne's drippy Popsicle. Katherine did her best to suppress a giggle fit.

Alan tried not to notice, but the way Suzanne expertly and lovingly consumed the cold, round bar gave him a raging erection. He thought, I've seen long tongues, but Suzanne's is simply unreal! In fact, as a whole, Suzanne seems less like a human being and more like some creature perfectly designed to give a man pleasure. Perfectly designed to wrap that long tongue around my penis and jack it off in her mouth even while she sucks on it with her thick, red lips... Oh God, I can't take it...

Suzanne was always looking for opportunities to bring mentions of Alan's penis, handjobs, and/or blowjobs into normal conversations with Susan, but this was her boldest move yet.

Katherine was excited by Suzanne's sensuous licking, too. When she saw that the big lump in Alan's shorts wasn't going down even after the Popsicle was finished, she winked at Suzanne then dragged her brother to the den, a family office that shared a wall with the kitchen.

Once the teens left, Suzanne took Susan to the kitchen, where they had a talk. Susan didn't think anything of the locale since she often had conversations with Suzanne there. But Suzanne brought Susan there precisely because she knew they'd be able to hear some of what was happening in the den.

Suzanne chastised her best friend, saying, "Why did you treat Katherine so harshly for giving Alan a blowjob the other day when the girl was only trying to help out with his ever-erect penis? Isn't it hypocritical to punish Katherine for doing the same thing you've been doing? Is it fair for you to lick on his hard rod, and stuff it in your mouth whenever you please, but deny her the same pleasure? You're letting her openly do it now, so how could it be wrong before? Are you the only one in the house allowed to fill your belly with his warm semen? Is it maybe that you're just jealous, and you don't want to share his delicious gift?"

Susan was overwhelmed by the barrage of questions, and found herself more flustered and aroused than before by the sexual way Suzanne described things, but the accusation of jealousy finally prodded her into a response. "No! I'm not jealous. It just takes some getting used to, that's all. I mean, to have a sister suck off her own brother..." She frowned, and felt her moral indignation returning.

Suzanne quickly interrupted her train of thought. "So it's all right for the mother, but not the daughter? If you prohibit her, then you have to prohibit yourself. Maybe you should leave it to me. I'd be happy to take his beefy rod and slaver my saliva all over it, and work it, pump it with my lips, and generally treat it with the love and devotion it needs. Do you really have what it takes to pleasure and revere his penis any time he needs it, or are you going to get all morally indignant again? Maybe you should leave it to the experts."

Susan protested, "No, please! I promise, I'll do better! It's just that, with Katherine, my sweet Angel, I'm her mother. I need to have some authority and control over what happens in my house. Surely you can understand that? I'm afraid of losing control!"

As Susan was talking, she became aware of what sounded like slurping sounds coming from the den next door. The sounds bothered and flustered her. At first she tried to ignore them, but the moans, grunts, and slurps grew louder and louder. She tried to mentally push the sounds out of her mind and focus all her attention on what Suzanne was saying.

Suzanne conceded, "It's not such a bad idea if you give permission first before Katherine helps Alan out. After all, you're the natural one to coordinate his orgasms and make sure that his fat tool shoots out its thick ropes of sticky cum at least six times a day." She was making a point to drop in words and phrases she knew would turn Susan on, even as she was trying to make a serious point.

She continued, hyping Alan at every opportunity, "A well hung boy like Alan probably could use a coordinator to keep track of all the busty babes sucking him off and make sure everyone gets a turn slurping and sliding their hands and lips up and down and all around his big stuff man meat. But don't you think that grounding her for a week on top of it is too harsh?"

The words were having an effect. Susan was finding it harder and harder not to slip off to a happy cocksucking fantasy land. Nonetheless, she was about to launch into a defense of her actions when she heard Alan shout out, "Oh fuck yeah! Like that, Sis! Suck it just like that! I'm in heaven!"

Susan's mouth froze and her eyes glazed over. She spaced out, thinking intently about what was happening in the next room and how it could be her in there instead of her daughter. After a prolonged pause, she snapped to, and said, "Uh, where was I?"

Suzanne tried to stifle a chuckle. "Pretty thin walls, huh?" In fact, the teens had left the door from the den to the hallway and the door for the hallway to the kitchen ajar, so there really were no walls in the way.

Susan blushed. "Yeah. Next time I'm going to have to insist they go to his room. ... What was I saying? Oh yeah. The reason that I-"

"FUCK!" Alan yelled, interrupting Susan again. "Sister! Holy fuck! Where the hell did you learn how to do that with your lips? Dang! ... Do that some more!"

The slurping sounds grew louder. Susan felt as if the penis licking was happening mere inches from her face but she was beyond frustrated that in fact there was no penis there to lick.

Susan reflexively brought her hands down to her crotch and just clutched them there. She crossed her legs too and squeezed, making her look very much like someone who had an urgent need to pee. Her eyes glazed over again as she got lost in the sounds of the sucking again, but she slowly drew back to Suzanne and said to her in a spacy voice, "Huh? We were talking about... Oh yes. Punishment for Katherine."

Alan could be heard very clearly saying, "Sister! Please! You never did THAT before. Stop for a sec or I'm going to lose it!"

Katherine replied even louder, "Oh, Brother! God, I love you! BIG Brother! I love this! Let me suck it! Please? Please let me suck it more?! Give it to me! Mmmm."

"You think YOU love it? This is the best! You are SUCH a good cocksucker!"

"How about this spot here? ... Mmmm. Yum."

"YES! Right there! Fuck! ... Oh Jesus! Sweet Jesus! I'm gonna lose it if you keep doing that!"

Susan grew both huffy and uncertain as she listened intently to every word from the other room. Finally she forgot all about her previous conversation and quietly asked, "Suzanne, what exactly do you think she's doing in there? He's never that vocal with me, and all that foul language... Do you think she knows some techniques I don't? I thought I was doing pretty good."

"Why don't you ask her when she's done, Susan? Then you two can trade techniques and become cocksuckers worthy of your son's fabulous tool. Just think how much more cum he'll shoot every load after you and Katherine become a sexy team, working to share knowledge to get better at it all the time."

Susan blushed, but nodded. I can't even imagine sitting around with my own daughter and discussing cocksucking techniques. Why, the very idea is too outrageous to mention! But it is for his medical need. And there's no way I'm going to be the second best cocksucker around here! I can't allow Angel to have her secret superior techniques. If we share, at least no one will have an unfair advantage.

Suzanne saw Susan's chest heaving, nipples poking out, and a generally sexually delirious look on her face. Now was the time to ask her about Katherine's grounding in hopes of getting a lenient answer for her. She prodded, "But what about the grounding? Please explain why you have to ground her. I just don't think it's fair."

"Screw the grounding! She doesn't need... Look. Fine. No grounding. But I can't believe what my children are doing to each other. Let's get out of here! Let's go outside. I need some air!"

So Suzanne passed the word on and the grounding was quietly canceled. Susan hated punishing her children and had always kept them in line through a heartfelt combination of love, guilt, and disappointment. Punishments weren't really her style anyway.

A few minutes later, after the blowjob was done, Katherine came out to the back patio where Suzanne and Susan were sitting in the cool night air. Katherine had to laugh out loud, because Susan and Suzanne were both sucking on Popsicles. Susan was attacking hers as if it contained the essence of life itself.

While Susan was concentrating on her Popsicle, Suzanne winked at Katherine.

Katherine winked back. She went a step further and stuck out her tongue, proudly showing off a gob of Alan's sticky seed resting right on the tip.

Suzanne opened her mouth in surprise, and said, "Your daughter is showing a lot of spunk." She gave Katherine the middle finger.

Susan turned around at that point, but Katherine closed her mouth before the cum could be seen. The naïve mother completely missed Suzanne's innuendo, especially as her best friend covered up for it by further explaining how Susan should be proud of her daughter's take charge attitude when it came to sucking off her brother.

Suzanne was pleased. She had worked with Katherine to set up the situation, maneuvering Susan into the kitchen to overhear the purposely loud blow job in the room next door, in order to make sure the punishment would be canceled. She knew exactly how to push Susan's buttons.

CHAPTER 15

After everyone else left or went to bed, Susan came into Alan's room for his goodnight kiss and tuck in. He was still sitting in front of his computer, dressed in a T-shirt and blue jeans.

She said, "Tiger, I'm concerned. You've only 'done your thing' four times today. What would nurse Akami think? I know you need a break, but can't you at least get it up to five?"

"Sorry, Mom, I'm really pooped. I'll make it up later."

"Alan Evan Plummer. Don't shirk your responsibilities. One day of four means another day of eight further down the line to keep the average at six. I insist this tuck in include another blowjob, and that's final."

"Well, I don't know. For one thing, I don't think I could get it up if I wanted to. In any case, mentally I've had enough today."

"Tiger, it's my responsibility to make sure you don't fall off track. Sometimes you have to push yourself. What will it take? What do I have to do to squeeze one more load out of you?"

He smiled, and considered the tempting possibilities. Susan was dressed in another revealing nightie, and he could hardly wait to get his hands on her round and supple tits and ass. But he played hard to get. "Well, for one thing, Mom, it goes without saying you should take your clothes off. Then come sit on my lap and let me 'get your attention.' Then maybe, maaaaybe, I'll be up for another time."

She sighed. "Well, all right. But just remember I'm doing this for your own good." She was out of the flimsy nightie in seconds, and preened her bare body for him, stretching her arms up high. She basked in his obvious approval.

She went on like this for another minute or two, but she couldn't see the usual bulge in his jeans so she was uncertain if she'd gotten him hard yet or not.

Alan was erect, but he purposely kept his jeans on to hide that fact. He didn't want her to know that too soon.

Determined to take her stimulation efforts to the next level, she stopped and asked, "How would you like me to sit?"

He motioned, "Here. Put both feet up on the chair, on either side of my legs. That way you'll be close enough so I can easily reach your ass."

She got up on the chair as he requested, but she complained, "But look. That puts my pussy practically right where your penis is. We can't have that."

"Don't worry. I'll keep it in my pants for the moment." He reached around and started groping her butt.

"We can't have that either! If your penis gets hard, you have to let it out. I don't want you to suffer on my account. You really should let it out and let it breathe. Pick a different position."

"I'll endure just this once. I really feel like easily groping your tits and ass at once. Here. I'll keep it in my underwear." He unzipped his jeans, and left his penis poking through the fly of his jeans but still restrained by the underwear.

She leaned forward so her boobs fell into his face. "And look at this. I can't help but fall forward, and now my breasts are practically smothering you."

He couldn't help but smile. "I'll try to endure that too."

Her protests grew more playful. "That's not the point! This isn't really a proper position for a mother to sit in, don't you think? It's just so scandalous, the way you treat my hard, firm, and curvy body like it's a toy for you to play with. I mean, do you think Sean's mother kisses him goodnight like this? Or Peter's? What would all your classmates think if they knew your mommy sat naked in your lap to kiss you goodnight every night?"

Before he could answer, Susan yelled out, "Good Lord!" She cried out because Alan stuck a finger deep into her anus. "Not that, Tiger! You're embarrassing me! Not up the butt!"

He stopped, but she reached back, grabbed his wrist, and forced his hand to keep thrusting in and out of her asshole. Sometimes not even she knew when she was teasing or really wanted him to stop, but now she was just teasing.

Encouraged, he quickly followed that with a hand on one of her tits, and vigorously groped. He brought the nipple to his mouth and sucked, while his finger rhythmically probed her asshole. Susan's forward swept hair flew into his face as she started rocking. He couldn't see much, but he didn't care - everything felt fantastic.

But apparently the nipple sucking was too much of a boundary violation for Susan. She cried out, "No, Tiger! Stop that right now!"

He came to a complete stop immediately and looked up as if awaiting further orders.

Susan was chagrined, and had to stop her own rocking. She waited a few moments, but his hands failed to resume movement at all.

She stopped with her body closely pressed up against him, which meant his penis lay nearly directly over her pussy lips. Copious amounts of pre-cum had soaked his underwear, so she could feel a wet slickness right up against her opening. She placed her faith in his underwear holding on to keep his erection from accidentally sliding into her pussy.

Finally she said, "You don't have to always take me so damned literally. Sometimes when a woman says stop, she really doesn't mean it exactly."

"What does she mean?"

"She could mean that you should play with her big busty body! Grasp her titties hard, like you own them!"

He resumed sawing into her asshole, and groping at her tit.

She returned to her rocking. Alan's turgid penis was somehow still miraculously held back by his underwear, but she delighted in rubbing her hairy bush against it with every forward thrust of her body. With each thrust now, she tried to linger pressed against him as long as she could. She squirmed around a bit until her pussy lips found his penis head. Between his fluids and hers, his underwear was so wet around his penis that it was practically see-through. They were increasingly skating on thin ice.

He asked her, casually, "How do I know when a 'no' means a 'no,' and when a 'no' means a 'yes?'"

"That'll come with practice, Tiger. Generally assume a 'no' means 'yes' and keep pushing. Sometimes then a sincere 'no' will become a 'yes.' Just walk all over the woman. Be a real man. Force her to do what you want. Bend her to your will!"

He'd resumed sucking a nipple, but stopped to say, "Okay." He reached down and pulled his penis free from his underwear.

Susan could immediately feel the difference of real skin on skin the next time she rocked forward. She felt her pussy lips touch his penis, and it hit her like a bolt of lightning. She could feel her pussy open and her labia almost wrap around the sides of Alan's shaft. Oh crud! He's taking me literally! I didn't mean he could do THAT! Well, it serves me right, after giving that advice. I guess I'll just have to take whatever he chooses to do to me!

She rotated her hips, sliding his penis all over her labia. Her pussy lips felt a thousand times more sensitive than her normal lips. She was leaking like a faucet, almost drooling between her legs as much as her mouth would when giving a good blowjob.

She was gripped by the idea of just how easy it would be to slide Alan's penis right in. I wouldn't even have to make it obvious and use my hands. If I position myself right, the pussy lips will grasp his penis and the underwear will get pulled the rest of the way off as he slides on in. We're supposed to be helping him in a way that doesn't chafe or abuse his penis. Isn't the best way to stimulate him with my pussy? It's so natural. So close. I'd just be following doctor's orders. Mommy needs to get FUCKED! All I have to do is move myself just a little bit...

Suddenly she changed her temperament again and shouted, "No, Tiger, no! I didn't mean me, now. I was speaking in general! Please don't! Really, this time! You might just rock your penis right into my pussy! And then we'd be fucking!"

Alan had more than half a mind to do just that. He thought, Shit, this is ridiculous. I never know what she wants! Maybe I should just fuck her and sort it all out later. Isn't that what she really wants, deep down?

Perhaps sensing that mood, she pulled back and hopped off of him. "Tiger, really. I'm your mother. Boundaries! Anyway, this is supposed to be about a blowjob."

She dropped to her knees.

Alan nearly shot his wad just seeing her there, completely naked and deliberately wiggling her tits and hips at him from between his legs. But what turned him on the most was an almost wicked expression on her face as she looked up at him. She may have had issues with vaginal intercourse, but she was completely in love with cocksucking.

She cradled his penis in her hands, and said, "Technically, I shouldn't be allowing you to touch such private places at all. You've already thoroughly gotten my attention, for one thing. But I'll let you keep doing what you were doing, this time. If you want."

Alan wasn't able to keep sucking at her nipples, given her new position, but he leaned forward and played with her tits and ass while she sucked. He roamed his hands all over her body - everywhere but her pussy.

He thought, right as he felt his balls tighten, I own your body now, Mom! I own it! Every inch of it but one spot, and that will come in time.

Susan pulled back a few inches and opened her mouth wide. With her fingers wrapped around his penis, she made sure his ropes of cum made the short distance into her mouth. Then she closed the distance and sucked and teased his penis in every way to get every last drop out that she could. She finally finished up with a thorough licking, a complete cleaning of his crotch.

He sat back and lazily stroked her butt while she finished licking his flaccid penis. Five times today. That's pretty decent. After all, I've been doing seven in recent days, so I'm keeping to the average. What's even better is how happy Mom is these days, giving me blowjobs so freely and happily, not to mention so well. And now she's letting me play with her ass. What a fine ass it is. I wonder what it would be like to fuck it. Nah. That's gross. But stroking it like this is so excellent. I could do this all day, especially when I poke a finger around her anus. That always gets a good reaction. I wonder what her reaction would be if I put a finger in her other hole...

"Alan! What are you doing?"

His thumb was now opening her pussy lips as an index finger kept going in her anus.

He removed the thumb. "Oh, sorry. I was just..."

Susan was incredibly aroused by him touching her pussy lips, but she feared where it might lead, and feared her ability to control her urges. She hopped off of him. "Mommy has to go! She has to take care of ... some things!" She ran off naked to masturbate in her room, forgetting to take her nightie on the floor. Technically, she didn't tuck him in either.

Later as he drifted off to sleep, cradling her nightie in his hands and smelling her perfume on it, he recalled her words: "Just walk all over the woman. Be a real man. Force her to do what you want. Bend her to your will!" That's what I need to learn how to do. I need to get more aggressive. I could totally be fucking Mom already if I just had some fucking guts.

I think she secretly wants it. Didn't Suzanne suggest that Mom secretly wants it? I kind of remember that from last night. But if I hear "no," I really believe it. Especially from her. ... But if she really wants it, then why did she leave all of a sudden?

Dang! I get so confused. She's such a cocktease. ... You know, if I had more guts, I'd be in everybody's pants already. Enough of these blowjobs. I want to fuck you, Mom! And Suzanne, too! And Amy! Just like I'm fucking Katherine, I'm going to fuck you all!

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